In the back country of Canada, there once was a man who's job was to ride a Caterpillar. He was so good that he became know far and wide as a Master. One day, he was out riding his Cat and spied a cunt, with her head jutting out between a bush and a hard place.
He asked the Cat, "Did you see that cunt over there in the bush?"
Of course, Cats don't talk - so Master dismounted and went to investigate. The bush was thickly tangled - dense with under and overgrowth.
He called out: "Oh cunt, I say, come forth that I might go afucking!" He listened intently, heard her thirsting but the confounded cunt wouldn't appear. This meant Master must muster much muscle and break through the thick under and overgrowth. He whipped a chainsaw outta his back pocket and in a couple of seconds, stood in a secluded clearing. He'd been there before - in another fairytale. "Aren't those the bushes with dildo squash?" he muttered to himself . . . .
Feeling as though he was being watched, Master did a 360 and SAW HER . . . over there - tall, brunette with huge tits and hard, erect nipples. She was cream colored, extra padded and she wore a studded sky blue collar that said:
LOOKING FOR MASTER.
"Oh well shit," he said to himself, "my name is in fact Master . . . ."
He started to step forward but stopped, because it wasn't right for him to do. Using his noggin, he decided to make the cunt obey.
"Cunt, I am Master . . . COME!" he pointed sharply to the ground at his feet. She looked at him with brown doe eyes, but didn't budge. He could see she was a horny cunt, for sparkling rivulets of excitement oozed down her inner thighs. Oh GOD, he must have her but how will he get her to come to him? If he lunges forward, she'll surely run.
"Cunt, I am Master! Does this not mean anything to you?" He whipped out his wallet and shuffled through it until he found a well used credit card. He held the card at arms length so she could clearly see the title:
MASTERCARD. Can she read, he wondered.
Her head craned forward and a toe inched out. YES! She sees I *AM* Master!, he thought."That's it, come to me my pretty slut . . ." he cooed. Cunt moved forward, then made a b-line left toward a dildo bush - snapping off the largest, longest squash she could reach.
Oh, this just about did Master in . . . he knew he was in for a show now.
He quickly peeled his clothes off, excitement lapping at his arteries as he fell against a tree to watch. The cunt scooped up some sparkling oozement from her inner lift thigh and buttered the dildo proper. She spread her legs wide, then held the dildo out toward Master and said, "Fuck me, please?"
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After Master came to, he gently took the dildo squash from the cunt and told her to kneel before him. What he needed here was a *cunt breaking-in ceremony* Lord, she looked cute there, her hands on either side of those massive tits, holding them toward him as she gazed up into his blue eyes. He needed to be careful; cunt breaking-in is serious work, and he must be pensive about it.
By this time, his cock was fully erect. The cunt was gazing at it, spittle bubbles playing at the corners of her lips. She wanted him - that was evident BUT, he must teach her obedience first.
"Cunt, come with me . . ." He led her by the hand toward a wide stump 20 meters ahead. The Stump was the exact size of a queen-sized bed and covered in green moss and surrounded by furry hornworts. Master sat on the stump and told the cunt to lay face down across his lap. She got a curious look, but smiled broadly for Master and did as she was told. Pushing his fat, bouncing cock against his belly with her soft hip, cunt laid her lush largeness across Master's lap and he began rubbing her back and saying,
"Listen here, we're about to have a breaking-in ceremony for you. Do you understand?" The cunt shook her butt as if she knew what this thing must be about. "I promise you it will hurt, but not too bad and when I'm finished, I will be your Master - you understand?"
She looked up at him and blinked twice.
The first slap caused a large squeal to come to the top of cunt's throat . . . it fell out and splat onto the grass. Master was so pleased, he slapped her again. A tiny "eek" spilled out, but cunt was a trooper, jutting her ass up proudly for Master. In between slaps, Master briskly rubbed her rosy cheeks, admiring the heat that roll off her like morning dew evaporating in the sun. By this time, cunt had his calf in a death grip between her hands. Though her nails were short, he still wondered if she might bite him. "Don't you dare put your teeth to my calf, you slutty bitch, you!" A dribble of cunt juice oozed out and rolled HOT across Master's thigh. Fuck! that was erotic, he thought, and decided to stick a finger in her pussy.
Hell she was so wet! "You've been a bad cunt! I didn't tell you to cum for me yet . . . I will need to punish you HARD now."