Coming back from the first and best sexual encounter of my life, was exhilarating, but it also scared me. This was nothing like anything I'd ever fantasized about. Sure, I liked having a dominating figure, telling me what to do, and commanding my cock to cum. But, it was always a woman. Someone confident, sexy, an alpha female, like Michelle Wild - I wanted her so fucking much.
Now, I was dressing just like her, and letting men rub their cocks all over me, stuffing my throat and my asshole with it, and letting them spurt their semen everywhere in and over me. Men I'd never met before. And damn, I didn't know I could ever cum so hard, just from getting it inside me and riding it like that. I was afraid I might already be addicted to it. Plus, I loved how I looked in that body stocking. I'd had to take it off - how could I hide it from my roommate? But I kept the sex toy - the pocket pussy that felt sooo tight on my member. And, as soon as I had a moment alone, I used it. In the shower stall, while everyone was out or asleep. I needed that toy with me, just to relive the experience - only now I had to explore my own ass with my free hand, to see if I could get it to feel the same warmth that got my adrenaline pumping that last Saturday.
And I couldn't. I managed an intense tight cumming that made my helmet throb with the intensity of my orgasm, and the toy made it last a long pleasurable moment, but it wasn't the same. I knew I needed more, but I was afraid of going back to that store. I thought to myself, it was a wild adventure, and super fun and sexy. But, I couldn't go back there! Where would it lead? I can't be just someone's whore, and what if it got out? My reputation! I'd be a laughing stock, I'd have to leave the school!
In short, it made me cum, but it also made me super scared, and I'd determined never to go back to that particular sex store. Even though the next one I knew of was in another state and meant a couple hours more drive... At least it was a big one, with lots of sexy lingerie to try. I remember going through it once, thinking if only I'd had the right girlfriend, I could deck her out in all kinds of amazing outfits. Only now I was wondering which would look best on me, and what size to try?
It was enough to keep me from getting any sleep. I decided to go out for a walk. It was a cool spring night, around 10pm. Some students were out, but it was a school night, and most were thinking of academics, how to prepare for their next classes. I'd had that down - I always had a great study ethic, with a set schedule to crack open my books, take proper note, and have everything ready for class discussions and potential essays. It was after school that my mind grew restless...
That late, there were few options off campus. Most restaurants were closing, and I wasn't yet old enough for the local bars (I'm a young, barely-legal slut, I thought and chuckled nervously). I decided I just needed a pint of Haagen Daz at the local supermarket, so I headed that way and entered the store.
Heading for the frozen section, there were only a couple people about. That's when I saw him. Shit. My master, holding a basket in one hand, his sexy bare bicep flexing as he wore a white t-shirt. That was the same arm that had cupped my ass, while I bounced on his cock to orgasm - mutual orgasm. God, my little asshole puckered involuntarily. I quickly hid down another aisle and paused quietly, staring at nothing at all, as I waited for him to leave. Wondering what I would do now that we lived in the same town - how was I going to avoid this guy? And what if he saw me when I was with my friends?
"Hey there sugar, I thought I saw you."
Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! I turned and there he was smiling at me, his two beefy arms now holding the basket in front of him.
"I didn't scare you did I?" he asked.
"N-no," I stammered.
"Good, I wouldn't want to frighten my newest little angel. Have you been enjoying the movies I lent you?"
"Yes," I replied. That's true - he had let me borrow two of them, and I'd watched them quite carefully.
"Yes...?"
"Master." I answered. Shit, I still didn't know this guy's name.
"Good. Did you learn anything from them that you can use?
"...I guess? Master."
"Well, did you at least use the pocket pussy?"
Shit, he was talking loud... "Yes, master." I said, looking at my feet.
"Good, I want you to be happy. So, what are you doing here, tonight? Were you hoping for a snack?"
"..Yeah?" I couldn't believe this was happening.
"What were you hoping to have?" he asked.
"It doesn't really matter.."
"Well, why don't you keep looking? Turn around and look at the shelves."
I did as I was told and almost immediately felt his hand slip between my cheeks to play with my asshole, through my jeans. I sucked in air as his skilled fingers tickled me and caressed my cheeks and tight little sphincter. Fuck, the warm blossoming pleasure had returned, and I wanted it. But, not here! Fuck! I looked back to try and protest and that's when his other hand found its way to my penis and tweaked it. I was already hard and he'd found the tip and squeezed it, fondling it and my shaft.
He pressed me closer and kissed me, his tongue roaming in my mouth as his hands worked me into a swoon.
"Come on, sweetie," he said, "We know what you really want."
He instructed me to go outside and wait by the entrance, so I did, trying to hide my excitement - wondering if it would subside before he got out. It didn't. As he left the store with his shopping bags, he looked at me only a moment, nodding his head for me to follow. I did, at a distance as he went to a big SUV parked in the back of the lot. He opened the trunk and threw in the groceries, then he opened the back door and stepped inside, scooting over to the other side. Nervous as hell, I climbed in after and closed the door - at least the windows were tinted. Master pulled me into his arms immediately and worked my aching cock with his strong hands. We kissed like that with him working me. My cock head felt it would burst.
"Is baby going to cream in his panties for me?" he cooed.
"Mmmmmm maybe." I replied. "But, I don't have any panties."
"Well, that's a crime. We'll have to get you some classy silk ones to milk into..."
"Yesss..." I gasped as he toyed and pulled at my cock through my jeans.
"Such a pretty cock needs the finest silks to cum in so I can keep it... Add it to my collection..."
God, this guy is kinky! Collection? One of his hands came up as he teased me. It cupped the back of my head, and he said,
"You know what I want. It's what you want too," and he pushed my head down into his lap. And he was right, it was just what I needed. Guess I'm kinky too, I thought. I sucked at his cock through his own jeans and rushed to free it so I could taste his salty skin. His cock was already massive at half mast and I popped it in my mouth, relishing the flavor. It was his turn to gasp.
"Ooooh you greedy whore." he cooed. I lightly bobbed up and down on his cock as my tongue practiced its gentle dance. My master spread his legs in satisfaction and let me work, guiding my head in longer stroking sucks as I worked him.
Taking my head in both of his hands, he began to work his rock hard cock in my mouth, fucking me with it. The car began to rock too...
"Don't worry baby," he grunted, "I won't be too much longer." His fucking kept a nice quick pace, but it actually took him a long time to cum. He built up more and more tension, as I endeavored to relax my throat and let his cock go where it wanted, deep in my throat, insistent, constant and relentless.
"That's it, good boy," he gasped. I let him use me, wondering how long it would be, and if my mouth was hot and sexy enough for him. He quickened his pace, slamming his cock as deep as he could - still no where near the base. It probably took him about twenty minutes holding me like that before I finally brought him over the edge, my lips locked tight, sucking with all my might, just as he told me to - grazing his helmet with each pass as he withdrew and jabbed my lips repeatedly.
When he sped up I breathed in deep and waited, and damn, he erupted. "Ooooooohhhhhh," he groaned as his cock shot load after load of piping hot semen in my mouth. He just kept cumming and I sucked it all out, bobbing up and down on his shaft as his legs shook and he held my head close. Each thrust of his hips and cock compelled another ejaculation, his slick steel head now tender as it pressed against my tongue. I felt each jolt of fresh semen splash against me, tasted his sweet spicy seed as he filled my mouth to brimming.
Finally sated, he lifted my head and pulled me to him.
"Take off your pants," he said, and I pulled them down, freeing my own trembling erection. He put a finger over my mouth and told me not to swallow, as he reached for my cock and squeezed the tip, his wet fingers kneading and stroking my member.
"You love that cum don't you. Nod if you love my cum" I nodded as best I could.
"Open your mouth and show me that cum, sweetie," I did, looking him in the eye and giving him the sexiest look I could, grinning bashfully, as I tried not to lose any.
"I want you to cum right here, sugar," he said, and gestured toward his wet, glistening cock, still big as it rested on his abdomen. "Cum here, sugar, all over my cock, and lick it off, like a good little whore."
He pulled me closer to him and stroked me off to orgasm, quickly and aggressively, pulling out my semen - I wondered if he might make me cum my testicles inside out it came so strong and sudden. He guided each line of cum to spill over his body, glazing his cock like frosting on a Danish. I moaned and called him Master and Daddy as he milked me, and then his hand was guiding me down again, to lick up my fresh mess and suck his cock clean again. I did the best I could and kept sucking his member, hoping to get it big again. The flavor of my semen on his cock was so sweet and pleasant, why hadn't I started this sooner? Why didn't everyone do this? It was wonderful...
