My Master stands before me, beside a petite young woman. My eyes linger adoringly on my dressed Master, remembering the way his skin feels under my fingertips and how his cock feels in my mouth, before turning to examine the lovely female. She is utterly naked beside him, her breasts small but full, her hips slightly rounded below her slender waist.
Master speaks to her, his voice low so I cannot hear what he says. The effect is immediate, and she turns towards me, her hip-length hair falling forward across her body, so that her erect nipples poke through it, but her breasts are covered in lustrous black hair. It slides across her pale skin like ink splashed down her beautiful body. She glances up towards me and I see for a bare moment her incredible eyes, green with flecks of vibrant gold. I imagine her skin feels like warm silk, and my mouth waters to taste her pussy.
"Down on your knees, bitch!" Master orders her. His voice is a little rough with his desire, which is clearly evident in the hard line in his unbuttoned jeans. She slides down to the position He commanded: high on her splayed knees, hands tangled in the silken hair at her nape, elbows up so her breasts are pulled upwards a little. She moans softly as her hairs brushes against her sensitive nipples. Master smiles at the sound, as do I when I see his smile.
Master unzips his jeans and grabs her hair close to the scalp and yanks her face around to face his cock, then presses it against her lush, soft lips. She opens wide to let it in, and with a small slurping sound, takes it deep into her throat. Master locks her head in place and she struggles to breathe. He holds it there and she grabs his hips, trying to push him away to no avail. Slowly, her struggles grow weaker until her hands fall away completely. My pussy burns at the sight, and I release a soft little sigh. It is then that my Master pulls away from her. His groan as his wonderful cock slips from her throat and mouth echo in my ears.
After giving her a moment to catch her breath, he yanks her up by her hair to her feet. His free hand slides down to her perfectly waxed pussy and he thrusts two fingers deep inside of her and fingers her roughly. Her sighs turn to moans and her moans into screams as he stops just as she reaches the brink of orgasm. My own pussy spasms in remembered pleasure of the times He has done just that to me. I want so bad to touch it, but Master told me earlier not to until she has a cock inside her pussy.
Master then sits in a nearby chair and pulls her over his lap, and begins to spank her. Gently at first, then harder. Between each loud smack of his hand, he pauses for varying lengths of time so she never knows when the next onslaught of pain will arrive. As the whipping progresses, she begins to cry, the tears running down her lovely face. A quiet moan escapes my lips. Master hears and casts a smile in my direction making me glow with a quiet joy.
A short while later he ends the spanking and moves to the small padded bench nearby. Two other men quietly enter the room, both fully naked with their eyes downcast. A brilliant grin lights my face. My joy is boundless with the new additions. Master orders one of the men to lay down on the bench, then has the woman straddle him, her feet on the floor, knees bent, so that her pussy is poised above the male's stiff dick.
Master pulls her face up to his and looks her in the eye and says, "Do you want to cum?" I watch her eyes slide shut as he presses her shoulders down, pressing the dick below her into her fragrant pussy. I can smell her arousal so clearly. My own hands slide down to the edges of my pussy in anticipation as I quiver with my own needs. "Do you?" he demands when she doesn't answer him.
