Chapter 1 Fucking with Cindy
Cindy was on her knees in front of me, giving me a long, slow and very wet blowjob. Her hands were rubbing the tops of my thighs. She knows she is only allowed to use her mouth on my cock. I slid into her throat and she gagged slightly, producing even more drool. There was already a puddle of saliva between my legs. Later, I'd make her lick it up before cleaning my ass with her tongue. I watched her working for a few more minutes, looking right into her beautiful blue eyes. She looked amazing, all made up but not overdone, elegant. I like her to look her best when she sucks me and I think she enjoys putting on makeup at the vanity. Just like a real person. Except for the thin leather slave collar and her best friend, the butt plug.
"Time to use your titties, slave."
She cupped her breasts, squeezing them around me. Her boobs are great. Not huge, but big C cups that hang just enough. Her tits are what made me want her. The rest of her fit body is a bonus. As she moved her chest up and down my shaft I told her,
"More spit, sweetheart."
I use affectionate terms like sweetheart and honey when she pleases me. I love her so much. I call her whore, cunt or something else insulting when she's in trouble. Poor Cindy hasn't heard her name since I took her.
She lowered her head and drooled onto the head of my cock as it thrust out from between her tits then disappeared again. Over and over. I felt the saliva running over my balls. More for her to lick off the master's chair.
"That's enough spit. Faster now."
She increased the pace of her bouncing. I thought to myself, "This must be a good workout for her thighs." As I was thinking fondly of her thighs, my shaft popped forward from inside her cleavage to the space between her boobs and where her hands were holding them together. She corrected it immediately but the damage was done. Her slippery saliva was no longer confined to the path of my dick through the tender valley between her tits. With her hands wet she couldn't hold her soft, round breasts together as well and I soon slid forward again. I sighed and glared at my little 20 year old Cindy. My sex slave was no longer a teenager. I had given her quite a birthday party a few weeks earlier. Streamers, cake and so much more. That's another story.
I had wanted her to make a mistake; it's why I told her to speed up. I love her when she gives me a reason to punish her. This afternoon will be a torture session for my slave.
"Stand up and turn around, slut. I want to cum in your asshole."