Master sat in the living room as he waited for his slave to get home. His slave had left a few hours ago for work. He had fucked his slave hard before it left, sending it off to work with his cum in its cunt and the promise to give his slave an orgasm when it returned.
The sound of the door opening and closing could be heard, his slave was back. He heard the voice of his slave calling out for him. His cock instantly stiffened just thinking about what he was going to do to it.
"In the living room, slave," he yelled back.
His slave hurried to the room. it was so horny. Master had fucked it before it went out for work but hadn't let it come and it needed to so badly now. It had been all it could think about while working. Once, it even put its hand under the table, quietly rubbing its clit, desperate to end the throbbing in its clit and its cunt.
The slave had been at it for a few minutes when it realized a man, unknown to slave, sitting across the office was watching. From his vantage point, he could see what it was doing and his eyes had glittered with lustful intensity as he stared. He had smiled, letting it know he approved of what it was doing. The slave was embarrassed to be seen but it was exciting too, knowing this man was watching while it touched itself. The man was still there when the slave left and he had smiled and shifted in his seat so the slave could see the massive boner in his pants. It made the slave feel good to know that it had been the one to give it to him.
"How did your work go, slave?"
"Good, Master," staring at him expectantly. His slave hoped he hadn't forgotten his promise to make his slave come.
Master suppressed a grin. Look at this horny slut. it was jiggling on its feet, the need obvious on its face. He knew what his slave wanted but he was going to make it ask for it. "Good, work is important, slave,".
His slave sat on the arm of his chair. "Don't you... want to do something now?"
"Like what, slave?"
"Well...you know, have fun."
"Sure, I'm up for fun. What kind? We can play Monopoly."
Monopoly? His slave couldn't wait two or three hours for Master to fuck his horny slut! "Nooo, not Monopoly... can't we... fuck?"
Master let his hand touch the side of his slave's face before sliding down to wrap around its throat, squeezing it gently. "Is that what you need, you horny slut? A good, hard fuck by your Master?"
His slave nodded, its clit hard and throbbing at his words. "Yes Master, that's what I need! Please fuck me!" its voice trembled.
Master grinned. "I thought you'd never ask." Standing up, he wrapped his arm around its waist, half-dragging his slave to the sofa in his impatience to get his cock inside its cunt. He placed his slave at the end, bending it over the arm of the couch. "Did you think about your Master while you were working? Did you think about my thick cock pounding you hard, slut?" He pulled his slave's pants down, tossing them aside. He looked at its cunt, sliding his hand over its flesh as he caressed it.
His slave shivered, excited by the way Master talked. it loved being Master's slut... his fucktoy. "Yes, Master, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I had to touch myself a little under the table. And a man across the office watched me touching myself."
Shit, that was hot, he thought, an image in his mind of his slave's fingers touching its clit while some horny guy watched. It made his cock harden even more. "I'm going away in a few weeks and you will come with me. No one will know us there so we can be affectionate in public. Think of the fun we can have; when we go out to dinner, and maybe we can see how many men you can make hard playing with yourself the same way, hmm? And maybe let them get a flash of your clit."
His slave sighed happily just thinking about it. It was exciting to know that its body could make men want to fuck it into oblivion. "Yes, Master, i'd like that."
Master removed its clothes. He reached his hand around his slave's body and gave a few strokes to its cunt, already throbbing. Stripping his clothes off, he pulled a small bottle of lube from his pant's pocket.
"Master, please fuck me!" said his slave, looking over its shoulder at him as it showed its ass.
"Soon, slut." His fingers slipped into its hole, pumping hard. He felt the way its cunt clenched on them and the way his slave pushed back, trying to get them deeper, riding his fingers like it was Master's cock. "Mmm, what a perfect slave I have... such a good slut, to ride Master's fingers," he said, as he continued to pump them deep.
His slave couldn't help itself because it needed to come badly, had needed it ever since Master fucked it before leaving the house, in a quickie that left him satisfied and his slave yearning for more. As Master removed his fingers from its cunt, it waited expectantly for the hard thrust of his cock into its needy hole.
Instead, his fingers began just playing with its asshole, rubbing the tiny rosette for some time instead of pussing his finger inward again.
His slave gave a shrill squeak. "No, Master, inside... please!"
His finger stopped its movement. "What did you say?"
"Inside please, Master."
Master removed his finger and slapped its ass hard, leaving a reddened imprint of his hand on its skin.
His slave yelped as its Master spanked it, its hands immediately reaching back to cover its ass. "Master, please don't!" Yet, even as it covered its ass, there was an odd yearning for Master doing it again.
"What? Are you telling your Master what he must do?"
His slave gave a little shake with its head, looking guilty. "No, Master... but I need you to put your finger there. Please?"
"That's not your decision anymore, slave, and you know why!"
Master leaned over his slave's back, his lips near its ear. "Because I own you... every damn part of you... your cunt, your clit, your mouth. They are all mine now. Mine to caress or spank or bite or pinch or fuck. Don't forget that." He laid one hand on his slave's back, holding it in place while his other hand began to spank its ass, watching the skin bloom with a rosy color.
