IT ALL started one hot summer day when my master was taking a leave of absence. I will be calling him my master from the start ‘coz he was my master even then. My employer, my superior, from whom I took orders.
At that time, to me sex and intercourse were vague ideas of wicked things some guy did to his girl; something nasty yet fascinating to my virgin mind. My quarter was quite separated from the main flat where my master lived but the sound girls made in his bedroom was clear enough to tease my imagination.
Right from the start, from the first moment I laid my eyes on him, I was quietly worshipping my master. He had dark hair and eyes, was silent most of the time and went about with an unspoken devil-may-care attitude.
As time went by, a sense of bizarre comfort seemed to develop between us and I would sometime catch a glimpse of him not fully dressed.
Lean, gorgeous body.
That was what I was thinking that day as I walked in on him lounging in the living room, wearing only a pair of shorts, looking sulky.
Now, although it had already passed as something for granted, still I usually slinked away and tried not to crow around whenever my master was half naked.
That day, though, he didn’t give me a chance. Didn’t give me a choice.
“Anna.”
“Yes, sir?” I had called him ‘sir’ from the first time and he never asked me to rephrase it.
He turned a frowning face around and motioned me to come. I hesitated and his frown turned deeper. He beckoned me with a sharp gesture of his hand and when I was within reach, he pulled me forward and sat me down next to him.
“Anna. You have always called me ‘sir.’ I take it you see me as your superior.” His head inclined slightly, “Am I correct?”
I’d never been any closer to him then I was then. I could hear him breathing, slow and steady, as my eyes fixed on his forearms. His beautiful, sculpted forearms.
“Yes, yes,” I hastily answered when he gave another little gesture of impatience.
“Your master?” His voice was still the same but something in it made me give an involuntary start and my eyes flew instinctively to meet his. He held my gaze steadily and waited. Somehow, I looked down and nodded, as if hypnotized. He caught my chin and made me look at him again.
“You will take my order?” it was more of a statement and, still in the unknown weakness, I nodded. “Do everything I say, any time I want?”
“Yes,” I spoke, almost inaudibly.
He made a curt nod, I imagined it meant something like ‘good,’ or ‘very well.’ Then he turned slightly away, leaning back to the couch. He was not exceptionally burly but he was strongly built. Beautiful muscles flexed easily as he moved.
“Sir...?”
He turned again and caught me into his arms, kissing me on the lips, hard. He sucked lustfully and as he weighed on me, I fell backward into the couch.
“Open your mouth,” he whispered between sucks. “Open your mouth, Anna.”
I did as told and he crushed me deeper, tounge shoving into my mouth. My hands were trapped between our bodies and, as he continued enjoying my mouth, my master took them and secured me by the wrists, pinning them high over my head.
It was my first kiss. I’d had kisses on the lips before, had opened my mouth for few guys but certainly not like this. While those other guys were merely tasting me, my master was making love into my mouth. His hard chest made my breast yielded underneath and as I grew weaker under his kiss, I felt his naked thigh pushing my legs apart.
He broke the kiss to feel my legs with his hand, his hips glued to mine; his throbbing erection pushing against me.
“Take off your clothes.”
He withdrew and sat back, watching me. “Lie back down,” he nodded when I’d shed everything. “Open your legs.”
I again did as told, spreading my thigh open, burning under the scrutinising look he gave to my pussy. The shame and embarrassment only made it more wet and my master locked his eyes there as he pushed off his shorts.
I gave a little gasp. Although I wouldn’t confess to know everything about sex then, I did know what to put where. And at that time, I thought, it can’t be! No way that... thing is going into me. It’s too darn big...!
But it’s what my master proceeded to do. He sank on his knees before me, between my open legs and lowered himself slowly, his huge cock pointing toward my sodden pussy. I closed my eyes when its monstrous head touched my entrance, lining up slowly to open.
He gave a push and it popped in. I felt my inside stretched a little and it continued to do so as my master leaned over me, pushing more inches inside.
“You’re a virgin.”
His voice came suddenly, cold and flat. I looked up, taut and breathless, not sure if I’d done something wrong. Over mine, his face was dark and set.
“You will bear for me a little pain, Anna?” again came a question in a flat tone; my master reached out and stroke my cheek. Quickly, I nodded my head. My pussy was quivering hard, hungry for his suspended cock to push all the way in.
My master gave another shove and although I could feel his cock moving a little, it eventually stuck. He withdrew and tried it again. I bit my lips and spreadt as wide as possible.
Finally he broke me and the pain was surprising. I never imagined it’d hurt that bad. I gave a cry and my master pushed further until he was all in. And then he waited, dead silent as I grimaced underneath, straining to bear the ache.
As surprising as it came, the sore rapidly vanished and my ragged breaths turned into heavy sighs of pleasure as I relished the feel of being stuffed up by my master’s huge cock. It throbbed urgently inside me as he started withdrawing, out and in and out... He locked his eyes with mine and kept my hands still over my head as he fucked me. Dazed, I shamelessly stared back, savouring every feature of his handsome face... especially the lips... the tight, wet lips... My master was pounding into me now, his big cock shoved into my tight cunt, barging in and out. The couch was wet under my ass, our juices made a splashing noise with each banging my master gave me.
Although he was then gave me a hard, rapid fuck, I soon found myself thrusting up to meet his shove. Something was swiftly building inside me, something intensified with every single movement my master and I did.
“Ooohhhh...” I held fast to whatever nearest, screwing my eyes tightly; recognising my pitieous, whimpering cry as the sound other girls had made inside my master’s bedroom.
Only now I knew for sure it wasn’t out of pain or fright.
I was then squeezing my master by the waist; my legs draping around it and clutching for dear life. Another wave of pleasure swept yet again as I felt a load pouring out of me, making a stark sloshing sound in rhyme with my master’s fucking.
I lied throbbing deliciously, couldn’t move an inch though I was aware still of him hammering me down the couch. I felt another rush coming and edged a little; he seized me immediately, groaning like a brute and shoved one last thrust.
He exploded into me, litres of hot cum spraying inside me. It felt so good, I squeezed for more and my master moaned heavily as I sucked his cock into me. Panting and sweating, he caught my mouth into his again, lingering as the naive me pumping innocently for more of his cum.
Finally, spent and out of breath, I stopped and felt him slumped on top of me. His tounge was still playing inside my mouth and he slurped me up slowly, leisurely.
“Come on.”
I looked up as he rose, for the life of me couldn’t think of anything else any of us could be doing after such an exhausting session. My master scooped me up off the couch and carried me down the corridor toward his bedroom.
I only got a vague idea of what his concept of slave was and as my master carried me away, I looked up in longing, wondering if I could touch his face and kiss that irresistible mouth of his.
He caught my eyes when he was lowering me into bed. “What d’you want?”
When I hesitated, he spoke again, “You may ask, although I will have all the saying here.”
“Please, sir, may I... may I kiss you?”
A flash crossed his eyes. “Yes, you may.”
I continued to stare and he said, “Go on.”
“Touch you?”
“Yes.”
I ran a tentative hand across his cheek, down the strong jaw, lower to caress his neck and then lifted up my head for his firm, wet mouth... My master remained silent the whole time, which might’ve discouraged me but I was too mesmerised by the fact that I could caress him the way I always wanted to care much about his reaction.
