He was already laying in bed naked when I entered the room. A candle was lit and the faint sound of the ocean could be heard in the background. He had been waiting for me; and luckily, I was right on time. My master dislikes tardiness. It would have resulted in severe punishment. "You got here quickly; I am glad to see you are not late. I wouldn't want to have to mark that pretty little ass."
"Yes, master." I said no more. It was not my place to speak unless he gives me permission. Aside from the pain of discipline, I want to please him. After all he was my master; I am his most willing and grateful slave. Ironically, just hearing the hint of punishment makes my pussy juices flow even more. Thinking of him already had me wet and the thought of him beating my ass makes me cream.
"Get over here, slave, and take those fucking clothes off. I want to see my baby naked. I want to see that sweet pussy." As I was undressing, he grabbed me by the back of my hair and pulled me to the bed. I still had my panties on --a black sheer thong, which I know he loves. "Where do you belong, whore? Where does my whore belong?"
"On my knees ready to serve you however you say master." I whispered. It was the only acceptable reply and I knew it. "That's a good little slut. Now show me how much you love serving your master. Suck my cock."
"Oh yes master. Thank you master."
It was what I came here for. Never before in my life had sucking a man's cock been so pleasurable for me. But then never before had I been a slave for any man. This was the role I had been born to; this was my destiny. I started slowly. He was lying on his back now; a slight smile on his face and his eyes were dark with desire. He has trained me well over our time together and I knew just how to please him.
Ever on my knees, I crawled down to the bottom of the bed all the while running the tips of my fingers up his arm and across his shoulders. I stopped briefly to wet my fingers with cunt juice and gently tracing the outline of his nipples with the wetness. Then I licked it off. As I got to the bottom of the bed, I moved between his legs, still tracing my fingers down the sides of his body until I reached his feet. A good slave belongs on her knees at her master's feet and I was where I belonged. An anticipatory sigh escaped my lips. Then, silently, I started massaging one foot then the other, paying careful attention to each toe, every line and hill and valley on his feet. I followed my hands with my tongue, never taking my eyes off his face so he could see how much I enjoyed it. .
As I worked my way up his legs with my mouth, I watched his big beautiful cock grow. The sight of it made me moan. He picked up on my anticipation; it matched his own. "I said suck my cock, slut. I want to feel that pretty mouth of yours on me." I eagerly complied with his order. Easing the red engorged head between my lips, I ran my tongue over the top of the head around to the back, pulling it out to lovingly rub it on my face. How I loved the taste, the look, the feel and the smell of that cock. Snaking my tongue in and out of my mouth, I softly licked the shaft as it was rubbing my cheeks. He grabbed his cock in one of his hands and my hair with his other hand and started slapping me in the face with his cock. "Is this what you want, slut? You want this cock in your mouth, don't you, slut."
