A story from your slave:
He grabs me by the hair and pulls me down onto my knees, he knocks me onto my back and pulls of my shorts.
"Touch yourself" he tells me.
I obey, as a good slave should.
"Back onto your knees slave!"
I wiggle my way upward, and he grabs my hands, tying them behind my back.
"You will do any and everything that I say, correct slave?"
"Yes Master." I pant.
He takes off his shirt and I feel the slow tingle start in between my legs, I start to feel warm and wet. I want so badly for him to use me.
My Master is a very attractive man. He's tall, with curly brown hair, and hazel eyes. He is also my husband and a soldier in the army. I'm average height, dark brown curly hair, blue eyes, and a pear body shape. My Master loves my big white ass. I can't wait till he finally fucks me analy. I want my Master to take from me all he desires. I want to please him.
He stares down at me, then spits in my face.
"You like when I spit on you slave?" He asks.
"Yes Master." I smile at him.
"Lets give that mouth something to do besides smile slave."
"Yes Master."
"You know what I want to do slave?"
"Anything you want Master."
"So true. Open your mouth."
I open my mouth wide, he takes off his pants and aims his long member at my mouth.
"Drink all of it." He commands and starts to gush his golden liquid into my ever eager mouth as I swallow every bit.