Master's slave woke up slowly, the morning sunlight streaming through an open window. The slave felt tired and achy. As it recalled the reason for its sore muscles, its eyes flew open.
It was fucked by its Master. Not once, not twice... but five times in the hours since it had entered the house and had become a slave for a Master. A piece of property, now being owned, being a slave, a slut, a fucktoy. To obey any command of its Master.
Master had allowed his slave multiple orgasms, which didn't seem possible, until they both fell into a deep sleep, exhausted.
Turning slightly, the slave stared at him. Even now, staring at him, its cunt was feeling empty and craving, remembering how it felt when Master was pounding deep inside his slave's cunt last night.
Its fingers slid down its naked body, finding the stretched hole, and rubbing it. The slave spread its legs wide, slipping a few fingers into its hole, pumping deep. its hips rocked gently as the slave worked it in and out. It wasn't as good as Master's cock, but, for now, it would have to do.
Maybe there was something wrong with him, wishing it was Master's cock inside his asshole, filling it with his hot cum. But if so, he didn't care. The pleasure his Master gave him was far more important than anything else.
Something woke Master and, as he tried to figure out what it was, he realized the bed was moving. The answer became clear when he opened his eyes and saw his slave playing with itself. Fingers pumping its ass, its cunt. His cock immediately stiffened at the sight. Master's fucktoy, he thought, grabbing his shaft as he began to stroke, watching his slut pleasuring itself.
As much as he wanted to fuck his slave, there was something erotic about watching it feverishly pumping its own hole with its fingers. Reaching for its hand, he placed it on his cock, smiling as his slave's eyes flew open. "Stroke me with your hand, slut."
Master's cock felt wonderful in its hand, hot and throbbing. His slave started to stroke him the way he had taught it yesterday, while its other hand continued to abuse its own hole.
"Master," moaning the words softly, "I need to come."
Master pressed his lips to its lips, his tongue delving into its mouth as he hungrily devoured his slave. It made his cock harden more. "I know, slut. Master needs to come too."
His hips rocked as he fucked his cock into his slave's fist as if it was a cunt. Reaching down, he found its pulsating hole. Mmm..hot and wet, the way its cunt should be. He slipped one finger in next to his slave's fingers, then adding a second, and then a third. As his slave started to withdraw its own fingers, he shook his head. "No, keep it there." while his fingers began to roughly pound the tiny space.
His slave stared into its Master's eyes as its hand moved up and down his cock, precum oiling his shaft, making it more slick.
He groaned with pleasure, whispering the words "You want Master's big cock. Don't you, slave?".
"Yes, Master, i want your cock." Each time its hand bumped the underside of his rim, he groaned appreciatively.
As his fingers plunged deep inside his slave's body, he felt it suddenly tense, a sharp cry breaking free from its throat as it began to come. His slave rode his fingers fast and hard, hips jerking up and down to take them as deeply as possible, as the orgasm ripped through its body.
Fuck, thought Master, look at this slut move! It felt like its cunt was going to squeeze his fingers off! He loved it, loved the whorish way its cunt sucked on his fingers. Shoving them deep, he wiggled them inside the clasping hole, as its body shuddered in pleasure next to his. He waited until his slave was finished squirting, before leaning down to kiss it gently. "Did that feel good, slut?"
His slave looked dazed, needing a few seconds before it was capable of answering. "Yes, Master...it was great! Thank you!"
Master grinned at its manners, wondering how many other Masters could boast their slaves remembered to thank them after giving their hole a good workout. Not many, he wagered.
Slipping his fingers from his slave's stretched cunt, he licked the juices off. "Tasty," he said, winking. The mark his teeth left on his slave when he bit it yesterday was still there, although slightly faded. His finger traced it. It was like a brand, letting everyone know it belonged to him. Might have to leave another mark there when this one disappeared, and maybe on a few other parts of its body as well.
"Now it's Masters turn to come, slave." He pulled its body closer to the bottom of the bed, before kneeling over his slave, straddling its head with his thighs while pointing his cock at its face. His thumb found its mouth, pressing inward to force it open. "Open wide, slut."
Obediently his slave did as told, giving a small scream when he instantly surged inside, thrusting his cock into its mouth.
Master groaned at the feel of its tongue slithering all over the head of his cock. He lay over his slave, his arms on the mattress as he began to fuck its mouth, using it in the same way as he had used its cunt the night before.
As he placed increasingly more weight on his slave, its hands pushed at Master's body. It was hard to breath as he ground his cock into its mouth but slave could tell by the way Master grunted that it felt good to him.
Master rammed his slave's face with hard, pounding strokes that caused his balls to slam beneath its chin. Okay, so he didn't treat his slave gently, but the great orgasms he gave it more than made up for it.
"Get ready, slut...Master is going to come soon!" gasping the words, as he shoved hard. He wanted to get deep into its throat but didn't think his slave was ready for that yet, not this soon in their Master/slave relationship. Better to take things slower, so it would stay a willing participant in this sexual ownership.
