The Horny Master
It was getting dark; James sat in His chair, sipping His drink, and reading something on His phone while His slave girl knelt at His feet, leaning against His knee. They sat like this often, nearly every night, and it was one of Their favorite things to do, simply being together and nothing else. No words, and very little interaction, but just sitting with each other and enjoying the silence. Tonight however, Christa was restless with feelings & stories of literotica sex, literatica, indian wife, wifelovers.
It had been nearly three weeks since James had allowed her to orgasm, and because of that, her pussy was extremely swollen and sensitive all of the time. He teased her every day in some way or another, but never let her cum… so at this point, she was hornier than hell, and her mind could think about nothing but her release.
As her Master continued to read, she took a risk and sat up on her knees, took His phone and set it down on the floor, then looked up at Him with pleading eyes.
He tried not to smirk, but He knew what she wanted.
“I said no, Kitten.” He said calmly but firmly.
“But please, Master… it aches…” she whimpered, burying her face in His lap.
“When the Master says no, he means no.” He looked down at her and frowned a little.
Christa looked up at Him and thought for a moment, but decided she didn’t care. she was usually a good slave, but tonight she felt she had an excuse to be bad.
Standing up, she straddled her Master’s lap and kissed Him, praying that he would respond how she hoped…
He hesitated, but couldn’t resist His slave girl, and she knew it. she knew Him too well, and could manipulate Him easily when she wanted to. Well… for a while at least…
He kissed her back with a fiery passion as He wrapped one hand around her throat, His tongue abusing her own until she allowed Him the full dominance of the kiss.
As they kissed, Christa began to grind against her Master, ever so slowly and tantalizingly, but carefully, because of how sensitive she was. she knew better than to cum without permission… it wouldn’t be worth the punishment that would follow.
Master knew exactly what she was doing, but couldn’t help the low groan that escaped His lips as His cock began to harden in His pants. His hands moved down to the slave girl’s hips, and He held her against Him as she continued to gyrate them in a perfectly slow, but steady rhythm.
“you know you’ll be punished for this, Christa…” He growled, still growing harder.
“Yes Master… i know.” she nodded, biting her lip as she continued, her pussy continuing to tingle in pleasure.
He grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed, causing the girl to moan at the mix of pain and pleasure. She began to pull His shirt off, and once she succeeded, she tossed it onto the floor, then kissed His jawline as her hands explored His strong, broad chest. She moved slowly down His jaw, then to His neck where she left a small, pale pink mark, but her Master interfered before she could leave a real hickey. she continued down to His chest, and stopped at His right nipple which she took in her mouth and sucked, then bit down once, nipping Him a little harder than she meant to, for which James grabbed the back of her neck.
“Careful, Kitten. Remember who bestows the pain around here.” He warned. she nodded quickly, and when He released her, she took His nipple back in her mouth and lovingly caressed it with her tongue, as if in apology, then she moved to the other one, giving it similar treatment.
When she moved on and began to trail kisses down His stomach, she slid off His lap and knelt in between His legs where she looked up and began to slowly unbuckle His belt, with her eyes seeming to ask permission.
Her Master stared expectantly, so she removed His belt, but set it gently on the floor, sure that He intended to use it later. she then unbuttoned and unzipped His pants and pulled them down, biting her lip.
“Do you want My cock, slave? Do you want to feel the Master’s cock in your mouth?” He asked, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his erect member.
Christa nodded desperately as her mouth began to water.
“Then beg.” He commanded. “Beg for Me like the whore you are.”
“Please may Your slave pleasure You with her mouth? Your whore begs to taste her Master and feel His cock down her throat… Please…” she was already drooling for Him, and it made Him smile. she always got so excited about sucking His cock…
“Good slave. Yes you may.” He smiled at her.
Christa beamed and spread her legs, then clasped her hands behind her back like she always had to do before pleasuring her Master this way, and then took Him in her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, tasting every bit of Him.
James’s eyes closed as He leaned back in his chair, and groaned quietly again.
“Do My balls not exist, you whore?” He asked, grabbing her by the hair and shoving her face down to His balls, as one of her hands reached up to continue stroking Him.
Although it was faint, Christa could hear her Master moaning softly, which made her smile and continue, now encouraged.
she continued to lick and kiss a bit more sloppily than she usually would, while never ceasing to massage His cock. A few moments later, she switched off, and her hand now massaged His balls, and she sucked on the tip of her Master’s now rock hard member, swirling her tongue all around the head. He groaned and pulled her hair tighter, keeping her there.
Christa looked up at James with a very lewd expression on her face as she licked the underside of His cock, causing His eyes to close in immense pleasure. she kept a pattern, licking all the way up and down His length, and then forcing Him all the way down her throat until she gagged.
For a slave girl, she did have a very sensitive gag-reflex, but her Master didn’t mind. He so much appreciated her efforts, even though she had been told that she would never have to do such a thing, yet she chose to anyway, because she loved to see the way He tensed from the sensation of her throat contracting around Him, and feeling his hands in her hair… it was pure heaven to see Him in such bliss.
Finally, she could taste His pre-cum as it dribbled out, ever so slightly, and she smiled, taking Him in her mouth and returning to a quick, but steady pace as she bobbed her head again, up and down, while still massaging His balls.
James grunted and once again tightened his grip on the slave, before tensing up and finally shooting His load into her waiting mouth, with so much that it even dribbled down her chin.
Eyes sparkling, Christa looked into the eyes of her beloved and opened her mouth to display her prize, to which James had to smile. she was such a good girl…
she swallowed and licked her lips as she collected the last little dribbles from her chin, and chest, then licked the last of it off of her fingers with a smile.
“Thank You Sir…” she moaned as she remembered her poor ignored pussy. It throbbed in arousal, and she could already feel the wetness in her underwear, but she had been too distracted until now.
James grabbed the girl by her collar roughly, pulling her up taller, while still having her remain on her knees.
“you’ve been a very very naughty kitty…” He growled into her ear.
“Yes Sir…” she mewled as she felt Him reach His hand up her short skirt and begin rubbing her through the thin cream lace underwear she had been told to wear.
“So what should I do with my bad girl?” He asked, still holding her by the collar.
“Punish her, Sir…” She whimpered, trying to ignore the growing wetness between her legs.
“Mmmm… so wet for Me already, baby…” He moaned as she continued to whimper softly at His treatment.
After a moment, He pulled away and lifted her pink knit sweater over her head, exposing her white lace bra that accentuated her ample breast.
The loss of her sweater caused an involuntary shiver, and Christa had to fight the urge to cross her arms over her chest for warmth, but it was worth it when she saw her Master’s smile at her obedience.
As she remained on her knees, James reached down and unzipped the back of her skirt, allowing it to fall around her knees to reveal matching lace underwear.
With another small smile, He helped her get the skirt off and set it aside before drinking in the sight of his slave girl. Oh how He loved to use her and tease her…
“Stand.” He commanded after a few moments of silence.
she obeyed immediately, eyes still on Him as He thought, but it didn’t take Him long to give her the next instruction.
“Go to My room, and kneel by the bed…”
Christa swallowed hard. Master rarely punished her harshly, but she had deliberately disobeyed Him this time, so she did deserve it even if He was harsh, but she was still scared. Regardless, she nodded and went up to His bedroom and knelt obediently down by the bed.
her mind wandered to different ways He might choose to punish her, whether He intended to use His few ‘toys’ on her, or if He would settle for a more simple reprimand like usual.
When the door opened, James entered the room, now wearing His pants, and closed the door behind Him as her anxiety spiked. she knew she had been bad, but how wrong was it, really…?
“Christa…” He started, standing in front of her. “Stand up and walk to the side of My bed, then put your hands on the mattress and bend over.”
Without a word or hesitation, she stood and obeyed Him, bending over by the bed, putting all of her assets in easy reach for Him as she waited nervously for Him. Even though He wasn’t taking long, Christa was impatient, nervous, and nosy, so she turned her head just enough to maybe catch a glimpse of what He was doing.
“Eyes front.” He snapped.
She quickly looked back ahead and tried to calm her nerves…
“Don’t you appreciate being able to see, or should I just blindfold you?” He asked impatiently.
Christa shook her head furiously.
It had been nearly three weeks since James had allowed her to orgasm, and because of that, her pussy was extremely swollen and sensitive all of the time. He teased her every day in some way or another, but never let her cum… so at this point, she was hornier than hell, and her mind could think about nothing but her release.
As her Master continued to read, she took a risk and sat up on her knees, took His phone and set it down on the floor, then looked up at Him with pleading eyes.
He tried not to smirk, but He knew what she wanted.
“I said no, Kitten.” He said calmly but firmly.
“But please, Master… it aches…” she whimpered, burying her face in His lap.
“When the Master says no, he means no.” He looked down at her and frowned a little.
Christa looked up at Him and thought for a moment, but decided she didn’t care. she was usually a good slave, but tonight she felt she had an excuse to be bad.
Standing up, she straddled her Master’s lap and kissed Him, praying that he would respond how she hoped…
He hesitated, but couldn’t resist His slave girl, and she knew it. she knew Him too well, and could manipulate Him easily when she wanted to. Well… for a while at least…
He kissed her back with a fiery passion as He wrapped one hand around her throat, His tongue abusing her own until she allowed Him the full dominance of the kiss.
As they kissed, Christa began to grind against her Master, ever so slowly and tantalizingly, but carefully, because of how sensitive she was. she knew better than to cum without permission… it wouldn’t be worth the punishment that would follow.
Master knew exactly what she was doing, but couldn’t help the low groan that escaped His lips as His cock began to harden in His pants. His hands moved down to the slave girl’s hips, and He held her against Him as she continued to gyrate them in a perfectly slow, but steady rhythm.
“you know you’ll be punished for this, Christa…” He growled, still growing harder.
“Yes Master… i know.” she nodded, biting her lip as she continued, her pussy continuing to tingle in pleasure.
He grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed, causing the girl to moan at the mix of pain and pleasure. She began to pull His shirt off, and once she succeeded, she tossed it onto the floor, then kissed His jawline as her hands explored His strong, broad chest. She moved slowly down His jaw, then to His neck where she left a small, pale pink mark, but her Master interfered before she could leave a real hickey. she continued down to His chest, and stopped at His right nipple which she took in her mouth and sucked, then bit down once, nipping Him a little harder than she meant to, for which James grabbed the back of her neck.
“Careful, Kitten. Remember who bestows the pain around here.” He warned. she nodded quickly, and when He released her, she took His nipple back in her mouth and lovingly caressed it with her tongue, as if in apology, then she moved to the other one, giving it similar treatment.
When she moved on and began to trail kisses down His stomach, she slid off His lap and knelt in between His legs where she looked up and began to slowly unbuckle His belt, with her eyes seeming to ask permission.
Her Master stared expectantly, so she removed His belt, but set it gently on the floor, sure that He intended to use it later. she then unbuttoned and unzipped His pants and pulled them down, biting her lip.
“Do you want My cock, slave? Do you want to feel the Master’s cock in your mouth?” He asked, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his erect member.
Christa nodded desperately as her mouth began to water.
“Then beg.” He commanded. “Beg for Me like the whore you are.”
“Please may Your slave pleasure You with her mouth? Your whore begs to taste her Master and feel His cock down her throat… Please…” she was already drooling for Him, and it made Him smile. she always got so excited about sucking His cock…
“Good slave. Yes you may.” He smiled at her.
Christa beamed and spread her legs, then clasped her hands behind her back like she always had to do before pleasuring her Master this way, and then took Him in her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, tasting every bit of Him.
James’s eyes closed as He leaned back in his chair, and groaned quietly again.
“Do My balls not exist, you whore?” He asked, grabbing her by the hair and shoving her face down to His balls, as one of her hands reached up to continue stroking Him.
Although it was faint, Christa could hear her Master moaning softly, which made her smile and continue, now encouraged.
she continued to lick and kiss a bit more sloppily than she usually would, while never ceasing to massage His cock. A few moments later, she switched off, and her hand now massaged His balls, and she sucked on the tip of her Master’s now rock hard member, swirling her tongue all around the head. He groaned and pulled her hair tighter, keeping her there.
Christa looked up at James with a very lewd expression on her face as she licked the underside of His cock, causing His eyes to close in immense pleasure. she kept a pattern, licking all the way up and down His length, and then forcing Him all the way down her throat until she gagged.
For a slave girl, she did have a very sensitive gag-reflex, but her Master didn’t mind. He so much appreciated her efforts, even though she had been told that she would never have to do such a thing, yet she chose to anyway, because she loved to see the way He tensed from the sensation of her throat contracting around Him, and feeling his hands in her hair… it was pure heaven to see Him in such bliss.
Finally, she could taste His pre-cum as it dribbled out, ever so slightly, and she smiled, taking Him in her mouth and returning to a quick, but steady pace as she bobbed her head again, up and down, while still massaging His balls.
James grunted and once again tightened his grip on the slave, before tensing up and finally shooting His load into her waiting mouth, with so much that it even dribbled down her chin.
Eyes sparkling, Christa looked into the eyes of her beloved and opened her mouth to display her prize, to which James had to smile. she was such a good girl…
she swallowed and licked her lips as she collected the last little dribbles from her chin, and chest, then licked the last of it off of her fingers with a smile.
“Thank You Sir…” she moaned as she remembered her poor ignored pussy. It throbbed in arousal, and she could already feel the wetness in her underwear, but she had been too distracted until now.
James grabbed the girl by her collar roughly, pulling her up taller, while still having her remain on her knees.
“you’ve been a very very naughty kitty…” He growled into her ear.
“Yes Sir…” she mewled as she felt Him reach His hand up her short skirt and begin rubbing her through the thin cream lace underwear she had been told to wear.
“So what should I do with my bad girl?” He asked, still holding her by the collar.
“Punish her, Sir…” She whimpered, trying to ignore the growing wetness between her legs.
“Mmmm… so wet for Me already, baby…” He moaned as she continued to whimper softly at His treatment.
After a moment, He pulled away and lifted her pink knit sweater over her head, exposing her white lace bra that accentuated her ample breast.
The loss of her sweater caused an involuntary shiver, and Christa had to fight the urge to cross her arms over her chest for warmth, but it was worth it when she saw her Master’s smile at her obedience.
As she remained on her knees, James reached down and unzipped the back of her skirt, allowing it to fall around her knees to reveal matching lace underwear.
With another small smile, He helped her get the skirt off and set it aside before drinking in the sight of his slave girl. Oh how He loved to use her and tease her…
“Stand.” He commanded after a few moments of silence.
she obeyed immediately, eyes still on Him as He thought, but it didn’t take Him long to give her the next instruction.
“Go to My room, and kneel by the bed…”
Christa swallowed hard. Master rarely punished her harshly, but she had deliberately disobeyed Him this time, so she did deserve it even if He was harsh, but she was still scared. Regardless, she nodded and went up to His bedroom and knelt obediently down by the bed.
her mind wandered to different ways He might choose to punish her, whether He intended to use His few ‘toys’ on her, or if He would settle for a more simple reprimand like usual.
When the door opened, James entered the room, now wearing His pants, and closed the door behind Him as her anxiety spiked. she knew she had been bad, but how wrong was it, really…?
“Christa…” He started, standing in front of her. “Stand up and walk to the side of My bed, then put your hands on the mattress and bend over.”
Without a word or hesitation, she stood and obeyed Him, bending over by the bed, putting all of her assets in easy reach for Him as she waited nervously for Him. Even though He wasn’t taking long, Christa was impatient, nervous, and nosy, so she turned her head just enough to maybe catch a glimpse of what He was doing.
“Eyes front.” He snapped.
She quickly looked back ahead and tried to calm her nerves…
“Don’t you appreciate being able to see, or should I just blindfold you?” He asked impatiently.
Christa shook her head furiously.