Pt. 1: Starting out
She had done as she was told.
Before Wes left for his Saturday afternoon class, he'd given Keisha instructions. Despite how she often liked to test him — disobey so she would be punished — this time she followed his instructions to a t.
"Hello, master," she said quietly, her voice suppressed by the closeness of her face to the hard countertop. She was in submissive position.
Wes ignored her statement, locking the door to the loft apartment. The blinds were open, exposing Keisha's nakedness on the countertop to anyone on an even or higher floor in the neighboring building. He took off his coat and tossed it over the futon. He grabbed the remote and the overcast clouds darkening the apartment were illuminated by the HDTV. Some SEC teams were on trying to kill each other.
Wes walked through to the bedroom where he washed his hands. He saw evidence there that she had properly cleaned, washed and rinsed herself. From the moment he entered the loft and saw her dark skin, his cock had been thickening and lengthening in his jeans. In fact, he'd spent the majority of the class seated behind his desk so they young coeds didn't see the excitement of what was waiting for him at home.
He toweled his hands and placed lotion on them. He was tempted to walk behind her, but not just yet. He was in control. Let her wait.
Keisha's knees ached, yet not more than her swollen pussy. Her clit, large as a kidney bean, had forced its way from under its hood and the inner curtains of her labia were engorged and slightly open. She glistened strawberry pink inside, a direct contrast to her mocha skin. She knew he would be pleased. She knew if he lost control she would be punished for exciting him too much. She hoped he would.
Her face felt hot and she could feel the condensation her breathing was leaving on the cold island countertop. She could feel on her back that the temperature in the loft was not very warm and that he likely left the thermostat at 68 just so her nipples would be aching after an hour of chill.
Wes walked back into the room, this time wearing a tank and his black boxer briefs. She could tell he was wearing the loose ones, because off in her peripheral vision, she could see his tented cock bobbing as he walked by her. Over near her, he stopped.
"The cleaning guys have been watching you," he said. "You will be punished for making their cocks hard for no reason."
"Yes, Master," she said. She could tell he was close because she could feel the heat from his body. She saw his dark muscular thighs, honed from hundreds of miles on the bike and trails.
Palming a large hand, he cocked it and slapped her full on her ass cheeks — where they sat close before bowing out to make room for her pussy. Keisha shuddered and the inadvertent raking of her nipples across the cold island counter made her shudder again. Behind her, her ass cheeks burned, joining the fire from her crotch and hardened nipples.
As he walked around behind her, she instinctively rotated her pelvis down, which pushed her ass up. She was built like a distance runner with long, toned legs, fit arms, a flat stomach and a compact, round ass as tight as a drum. She had ebony hair that reached her shoulders, a devilish smile on an angelic face and lips so perfect, he often had to restrain from using them in public. But she was topped with an impossibly pert C-cup on such a small frame. Her areolae were nickel-sized, but her nipples were the circumference of dimes. He imagined how she must have gone shopping for strong sports bras as a high school distance runner years ago. There was no way she could run without her breasts being held in check. He wondered how she looked back then.
When Keisha rotated her pelvis down, he discovered a fresh string of her pussy nectar had leaked out until it hang still attached to her wetness inside. Below, a pool of her juices waited on the counter top. Wes felt his cock twinge. Slowly, he grabbed a cheek and spread her open. The nectar that had attached itself from her pussy to her inner thighs was now hanging or joining the pool below. He hardened his tongue and in one motion, shoved it into her meticulously cleaned asshole before jerking it back out.
Keisha gasped, and spread her thighs slightly wider, dropping her ass down a bit, but she rotated her hips even more, placing her ass high. He smacked her ass again and this time, her nectar practically poured from her slightly open pussy onto the countertop pool.
"Turn around," he ordered.
Keisha did so and on his command began licking up her own pussy nectar from the countertop. He watched her and threw off his tank top, flexing his arms backward the way he once did before races. She snuck a glance and felt her clit throb when she saw his wide shoulders and broad chest narrow at the waist. Below his slim stomach and mocha skin and black thatch of pubic hair, she saw his 9-inch cock was free of his boxer briefs, standing near vertically and glistening from the pre-come seeping from the slit in the pulsing cockhead.
He forced her head up, cupped it firmly and kissed her deeply, his tongue demanding the taste of her own nectar from her mouth. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and raked his tongue along, gathering any of her nectar he could to feed his endless passion. He released her and that perfect mouth was wet with saliva and her juices. He kissed her again, this time pulling her torso up a bit by her nipples. Behind her, her dripping pussy was starting a new puddle, just as his cock had begun dripping pre-come onto the hardwood.
Wes flipper her body around again — she was tall and lean, so he could easily manipulate and reposition her. He forced her head down into the fresh puddle and as she licked, he again, straightened his tongue and fucked her in the ass with it. When he pulled his tongue out, he could see her anal ring had relaxed quickly, leaving her anus slightly open. He grabbed her head and pulled her toward his straining cock. As he held his cock with one hand and her face with the other one, he forced a full teaspoon of pre-come from his cock into her mouth.
