"Fuck! I just want you to fuck me Maître, please!" I whimpered.
You chuckled and tweaked my nipple. I shrieked and quivered, involuntarily humping the air. I closed my eyes and embraced the pain/pleasure your hand gave me as you continued to pinch and rub my nub, licking my lips as you moved onto the next. Your hand still held a firm grasp on my hair, and I was panting as you brought your head down and sucked on my nipples, alternating and getting me wet. Each stroke of your tongue created such a joyous sensation in me that I never wanted it to stop. I opened my eyes in an instant when I felt your lips lift and your palm connect with my breast, the slap echoing in the room like a gunshot. I bucked and came up just as quickly, hating the pain just as much as loving it.
"You don't get my cock yet, not until you deserve it."
I hated you for that moment; all I wanted was to feel you filling me. Yet you altered my thoughts as your hand cupped my mound, I could feel my wetness coating your fingers. As quickly as your fingers licked up my pussy juice, you brought your hand to my mouth and stuck your wet fingers in my mouth, "Taste your whore pussy," you commanded.
Shutting my eyes, I suckled your fingers and groaned around them as you let go of my hair and stuck your index finger into my pussy, making me ride it subconsciously.
Gods it was an amazing feeling, your one finger creating so much pleasure as your other created soothing oral stimulation. I could taste my cum on your finger and I savoured it, twirling my tongue around, pretending your finger was your cock. I rode your other hand like a bitch in heat; humping and rotating my hips, trying to get every sensation I could. I opened my green eyes and looked at you, pleading and hoping that you would catch on. You did, and withdrew both hands.
Grabbing my hair again, you twisted me until I was on all fours and made me crawl to the edge of the bed. Unbuckling your trousers with one hand, you positioned me onto my knees with your other still holding my hair. I sat up, face forward and I felt your manhood spring up on the side of my face. I opened my mouth automatically and felt you fill it. I closed my mouth around your protruding cock and suckled and moaned, loving you in me. I left my hands lowered since you gave no instruction to use them, and continued to follow your lead with your hand pushing and pulling my hair, taking in your length and gagging when you wouldn't let up. You continued this for a while, as my eyes filled with tears and my nose clogged from my gag reflex.
Finally you released the hold on my head and tilted my chin up at you, making me look at you with mascara tear streaked eyes. "Very good girl." you applauded, and I felt like a puppy mastering a new trick.
