I awoke disoriented. I was not in my room. I then recalled I was house-sitting. I rolled over and looked at the clock. I was not tired and it was as good a time as any to get up. It was going to be a quiet day for me. I was sluggish from an extra hard work out last night. I stood and stretched, cracking my neck a few times, boy I had beaten myself up. I opened the door and Mary nearly walked right into me. I was house sitting and baby sitting. She was actually a few months older than I, but her parents felt she needed watching. Not unreasonably, she was a wild child. I did not know the specifics, just rumors, but they were bad enough. The lady in question had apparently been showering and was still wet. Her brown hair was still damp and hung down flat around her neck. She was only partially dry, little beads of water peppered her skin. She had not dressed either. She had only a towel wrapped around her, which gave me a good at her long, thin legs.
“Oh, hi. I didn’t know you were here.” She blushed and crossed her arms over her small chest.
“I have finished for the week, so I elected to sleep in today.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.”
“My apologies,” I gestured to the bathroom, “if you will excuse me, I have just awoken.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.” She got out of the way and scurried into her room.
I watched her cute little ass until she closed the door.
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As I walked back to my room I thought I heard a soft moan come from Mary’s room. I paused and heard it again. I was supposed to be keeping an eye on her, so I did not want her overdosing. I went up to her door and put my ear against it. Occasionally I would hear her moan.
I was debating whether to knock when I noticed the door was part way open. I placed my hand on it and gently swung it open. What I saw took my breath away.
Mary was sitting on her bed, naked. Her towel dropped on the floor. That, however, was not what blew me away. She was pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy. With her other hand she was strumming her clit. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. She was biting her lip to keep silent, but every so often she would give a soft moan. I was amazed as I watched her tan, toned body writhe in pleasure. I noticed the glimmer of a belly button ring from her flat stomach. Best of all she had her legs spread wide giving me a perfect view of what she was doing to herself. As I watched her finger fuck herself I got hard in a hurry.
I pushed the door open more, and sat down, no longer bothering to hide myself.
She kept working herself over. Her two fingers kept pumping in and out of her pussy, continually get wetter. With her other hand she slid a finger inside herself, and then brought it up to mouth and tasted it. She sucked on her finger as though it were a miniature cock. Then she spit in her hand and rubbed it over her clit before bringing her had back up to pinch one of her small nipples. She was moaning louder and more regularly now. She was thrusting her hips to meet her hand, and her body was covered in a soft film of sweat.
Then she said my name.
At first I thought she had seen me, but then I realized the glorious truth. She started to chant my name. I could tell she was getting close. Her hand was flying in and out of her hole.
She was practically humping her hand when I walked over to stand right in front of her. I waited for her to say my name once more before I answered, “Yes?”
She stopped in mid pump and opened her deep brown eyes. She looked at me for a second before they went wide in fear. She bent over to cover herself, grabbed the towel and retreated to a corner of the room.
“What the hell are you doing in here!?” She demanded. “Get out!”
I just smiled at her and crossed the room towards her. She backed away in panic, but bumped into the wall and was pinned. I was not touching her, but the situation had overwhelmed her, mentally she could not take it.
I slipped a hand down and ran a finger along her slopping wet slit. She grabbed my hand with one of her own. This caused her towel to drop some that it hung down the center of her body, covering little. I brought my other hand down. She tried to stop me again, but I held her hand out of the way. She closed her legs. “No.”
I laughed and slid my hand up her trembling thighs. She pressed against the wall to get away, but I kept her still. I pushed a finger into her. Despite her best efforts her soaked folds opened to me immediately upon contact. She groaned and unwillingly spread her legs. She whimpered when I rubbed her pert little clit. “Please.” She sobbed.
“Please what?” I asked as I suddenly popped three fingers into her tight snatch, filling her completely.
She doubled over, knocking into me. She regained her feet and stood on her toes to get away from my probing hand, but I just pushed deeper inside her. “Please stop.”
She squealed when I started to pump my hand inside her and swirl my thumb around her clit. “You don’t really want me to stop do you?”
“Yes-” I pinched her clit and she cried out. “Oh god!!”
Her whole body was shaking now, and she was leaning against the wall for support. I laughed lightly and withdrew my hand. I then used one finger to trace the edge of her hole.
She moaned and bent down to try to get my hand again.
I withdrew farther, now just rubbing her around her mound.
She whimpered and put her head on my shoulder. “Please.” She asked breathlessly.
I stopped rubbing and put my hand on her thigh. “Please what?”
“Please finish me.” She begged.
I gave a little yank on her clit. She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She let go of my hand and wrapped her arm around me.
“What is in it for me?” I asked as I brought my other hand down her back and cupped her firm ass.
She jumped in surprise and pressed her whole body to mine. “Anything, please.”
“Anything? What is anything?” I slowly worked a finger into her.
She squeezed herself tightly to me. “Anything you want. I’ll be you slave.”
I started to slip another finger into her. “You’ll be my slave?”
“Yes!! I swear I am your slave for life! You own me! I am yours to command! You can do anything you want to me! Please Master finish me!!” She begged.
“Deal.” I started pumping my hand. She began to pant and cry. I waited until she was on the brink, and with my other hand grabbed and twisted her clit. She screamed as the pain mixed with the pleasure of her orgasm. She grabbed me with all the strength she had while the feelings ripped through her hard little body. Once she was spent, she collapsed on the floor, sobbing quietly.
I reached down and picked up her naked, trembling form and put her in her bed. I drew the covers up over her over sweat soaked body. I brushed her hair back with her hand and she looked up at me. “Go to sleep now. I will come and wake you up later.” I brushed my lips across hers.
“Yes Master.” She said in a very small voice.
I closed her door, went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and went downstairs to get myself a spot of breakfast.
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It was an hour before I finished flipping through the paper. I had planned to keep my day quiet so I did not have any pressing engagements. By now I felt I had let Mary rest enough.
I went upstairs. I paused at her door about to knock when I remembered the situation. I did not need my slave’s permission to enter.
She was curled up in the fetal position facing the wall when I entered. I walked over to her. She rolled over at the sound of my approach. She had been crying, a lot, if her red eyes and tear stained face were any indication.
“Did you manage to get a little sleep?” She averted her eyes and shook her head once. I sat on the edge of her bed; she shied away from me and looked miserable. I used my thumb to wipe away the remains of her tears and cupped her cheek. She shook at little at the contact and pulled the sheet tight over her body. I bent down and kissed her. I ran my tongue over her lips to gain entry, but she pulled back and sat up holding her sheet over her tits.
“You rapped me!!” She screamed.
I laughed at her. “Nonsense.”
“I told you to stop and you ignored me. Y-you-you handled me.” Tears again welled up in her eyes.
“You loved it. You were begging me to continue. You became my slave to have me finish you off.”
“You raped me!” She said again.
I looked at her and changed my strategy. “Okay Mary, if you feel I raped you, I will apologize, but I will never touch with you again. Is that what you want, never to feel my touch a second time?” She looked chagrined at that, and I mentally laughed. “Now, did you like it?
She looked down and spoke so softly I could barely hear. “Yes.”
“You loved it you little slut.”
Her head whipped around. “I’m not a slut!!!”
“Yes you are. Look at yourself with that little belly button ring. I was watching you for a while before you knew I was there.” She blushed and turned away. “You wanted me didn’t you?”
“Not like that!”
