When she thought about it at all lately, she decided she really adored being dominated by Him. She didn't think about it all that much because she was too busy "doing it". It wasn't just the sex. Not by any means. BUT the sex was beyond description. Used to guys who with flabby cocks, she practically worshiped His – its length, width, color, taste, everything just fit her perfectly and she couldn't believe it was real. But it was.
Thinking about it now – though she could feel herself growing wet the more she thought – it was such luck her finding Him and that cock of his. Just the right size: not too long and wide for sucking him deep into her mouth and thick enough to stretch her pussy lips open so she really felt it.
She glanced up from her eyelashes and her breath caught in her throat when she realized not only was he looking back at her, but he'd taken his cock out and the slick head was almost within licking distance. She felt a shiver move across her shoulders and she almost – without permission – stretched out the tip of her tongue to taste him, hoping that a drop of precum might ooze onto her tongue. She took a deep breath, swallowed loudly, and restrained her want – no need – to flick her tongue over his cockhead.
It hadn't taken long for her to understand and accept that although His race wasn't the same as hers – well, only one of his lovers-slaves-submissives-whatevers was the same as He was – He was the most mixed-acceptance man she'd ever known. Asian, European, Black...He somehow knew how to bring out their best and most sensual traits and respect them. She loved being able to express her sensuality to please Him. The Master's tastes ran to the exotic though. The sub-next-door didn't appeal; it was too ordinary. Being wealthy enough to indulge His whims, He allowed them each a large budget for clothing, makeup, etc. And they dressed and undressed to please Him and even sometimes surprise Him. She also loved that He usually took them in sexual ways one-to-one, although sometimes he treated Himself and them to more partners at one time. Threesomes were full of laughter and sensual exhaustion. Foursomes actually made all the women sigh inwardly just to see the various ways and means three women could please their Master's cock. And His tongue.
Speaking of tongues...she couldn't help squirm a little on her knees as the pale Japanese woman beneath her flickered her tongue slowly and lovingly across her pussy lips. She sucked her belly in sharply as she felt His fingertip roll over her swollen glistening clit and then across the Japanese woman's tongue. She glanced down to see her wet pinkness between her dark chocolate brown thighs. He drew back his wet fingertip and held it out toward the kneeling white woman.
