Yes Sir .. 2

“If that’s the best you can do, then you might as well forget it.”

I could feel his scrotum tightening so his words confused me. I thought he was enjoying the tongue play, but if he wanted sucking, then he’d get sucking.

I dropped my mouth onto his hard dick, relaxed my throat and squeezed with my lips. I traveled the length of him. I raised, tilting my head sideways before sliding back down. This time, when I came up I was sucking and tilting the other direction. I worked myself into a wickedly, nasty rhythm. Down, Squeeze, Up, Twist, Suck. Down, Squeeze, Up, Twist, Suck.

“Mmm. Aw damn. You’re terrible at this.”

This time I knew he was full of shit. I could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing and jumping. His nuts had all but disappeared they were pressed so tightly against his body. I knew him well enough to know an orgasm was close. Real close.

“You stupid slut. Stop mangling my dick.” He pushed me away from him. Saliva covering my mouth and chin.

He pulled me to my feet and got up to trade places with me. I looked up from the bed on my back, waiting for instruction.

“Let’s see if your pussy is any better.” I spread my legs for him.

He was rock hard, and I was extra slippery. He slid into me effortlessly. It never stops amazing me how well we fit. He stirred my soup and I lifted my legs to his shoulders. His eyes closed and his head went back. But…

“Shit, this might be worse.”

“I’m sorry, sir, is this better?” I lifted my hips off of the mattress and began rolling them. Slow circles that usually get him to scream my name. I undulated as best I could, trying to make up for the ‘awful’ pussy.

“Mmm, This….shit….is….not….any…..good…at…all. Oh fuck - it’s terrible.”

His words and the breathless tone of his voice did not match. I knew we were both close to cumming, But I wanted my Master to cum first, to show him I knew my pleasure was secondary to his.

I lifted my ass even higher. My legs still resting on his shoulder, I moved my hand underneath me and played with his balls.

“Oh bitch, that’s not going to help.” But I saw the wrinkles in his forehead. He was concentrating on not cumming.

“Maybe if you fucked your slut from behind,” I suggested.

He immediately pulled out and turned me over. He found my pussy like it had a homing signal and was once again churning my butter. The curve of his dick hits a certain spot when he’s back there and my moans echoed off the walls.

He slapped my ass, hard.

The pain brought me back to the task at hand: making my Master cum. I started rotating my hips again, pushing back against him. I worked my pussy on his dick as if my life depended on it. I wanted to touch myself, rub my throbbing clit. But I waited. I knew my Master would know this and if he wanted me to, he would instruct me.

“The pussy is better this way, but it’s still missing something. Why don’t you touch yourself like the nasty slut you are.”

I rubbed circles on my swollen clit. I was soon feeling like I was going to fall over the edge. Master grabbed my hips and pushed himself farther into me. Delicious. Just when I thought I’d lose my mind I felt his thumb against my ass. He pushed it in, stretching the tight opening.

“Cum, Lisa.” He worked his thumb in my ass and I came hard.

“Oh god, Master, I’m cumming. Arrrrrrrrrngh.” I was loud. Screaming my release. I had been working up to it all night and the emancipation of my desire almost took my consciousness. I collapsed forward. My Master followed. When I’d caught my breath my pussy’s contractions reminded me that my Master’s hard dick was still inside me. I began to move my hips backward and forward, fucking myself and him in the process.

“That’s it, you nasty bitch. But do you think I’m satisfied? This is all I get?”

“No, sir. You can fuck my ass. It also belongs to you.”

“Let’s see if you’re worth keeping.” He reached down for the lube and liberally coated his dick. I took my hand and spread my pussy’s offering up to my ass. I stuck my ass in the air and felt the head of his dick push against the tight ring of muscle and slowly push forward. He pushed me in the small of my back and I fell forward, lying flat on the bed. He spread my ass cheeks and pushed further inside. He rested there a few seconds. Caressing my ass and hips, allowing me time to get accustomed to his large presence.

“It’s so hot and tight in here. This is what I needed.”

I moaned into the pillow as my Master buried himself deeply in my ass. He fucked me slowly and thoroughly. I used to be scared of ‘taking it up the ass’, but my man is considerate, patient and kind and now I love it when he fucks me there. Love it. So much so, I came again.

My moans took him to the next level.

“Aw fuck, you nasty freak, I’m gonna cum in your ass.” I felt his dick jerk and spasm and he collapsed on top of me.

After we rested, he said, “Shit girl, that was unbelievable.”

“I agree. For your first time, you certainly got into it.”

He reached down and found the bowl of ice. Placed a piece in my mouth and kissed my lips softly.

“We’ll be getting into it a lot from now on.”

I’m very much looking forward to it, WW.

Forever yours, LB.

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