A Master For A Desperate Slave
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“Maybe I will, maybe I will,” he says, taking another gulp of beer.
Benjamin arrives a few minutes later. I actually think if he’d been much longer, Jud and I would have been humping away like minxes. We were both feeling the sparks fly. But then there is my master standing at the door looking down on me.
“Now isn’t that a lovely sight?” he says.
“She sure is pretty,” Jud agrees.
I just keep sanding.
“And maybe one of these days you can have her again,” Benjamin says.
“Just give me the word,” Jud answers. I hear him rise from his chair.
“Thanks for the favor.”
“My pleasure.” A moment later I hear the door close.
Just Benjamin and me now, my master and me. The man I love and me, alone in the office. I breathe a relieved sigh and keep sanding the floor because I don’t know what else to do and I’m nervous as hell. The excitement and arousal are so ripe and sweet I can taste them on my lips.
Benjamin sits down and watches me work, while the tension between us rises.
“Aren’t you going to ask?” he finally says.
“Ask what?” I look up.
“You’re not curious about Colleen?”
To be quite honest I hadn’t even thought of her since he got back—too many other things on my mind. But once refocused on Benjamin and Colleen, the same feeling of dread I experienced when he told me about their date returns. I sit back on my heels in a proper pose of submission. “Yes, sir, I’m dying to know every damn thing you two talked about.”
“Well, we talked about love and who we love and how she’s in love with some new guy name Marco and I’m in love with Dana. That was it. A good ending, I’d say. You’d like her.”
“Yes, I bet I would like her. But I was just fine right here tonight.” I’m very glad I didn’t go—I had no desire to meet that woman.
Benjamin nods his head. “Well then, maybe it’s time to go home?”
I look up in wonder. “What? No fucking on the desk?” I ask playfully.
“No, I think the bed would be just fine tonight.”
I smile. “All right. Sounds good to me.”
He gets up, moves to the closest where my clothes hang waiting. There’s just a pair of old overalls, paint-stained and baggy, and a painter’s coat that looks about the same. I dress, then remove the boots and slip into a pair of a pink ballet shoes. Then setting the black derby on my head, turn to Benjamin and ask, “You think this is too much?”
I see him wince. “Hey, it’s dark; no one’s going to notice.”
We lock the office door behind us and move to the stairs, taking the first flight to the entrance hallway. The street is just a few yards away, on the other side of the glass block windows.
I assume we’re going to leave, but before I get to the door, Benjamin pushes me back into a wall and starts kissing my mouth, my face, and then my neck. His lips move down my throat, covering me in love and his breath that smells of wine and coffee. My body is suddenly mad for him, all over him, clawing at his clothes and where I feel his prick hardening against my thigh. Somewhere in the melee my coat and overalls fall to the floor and my naked ass and back are pressed to the cold cold wall behind me. I don’t care now; my cunt is hot and wet and ready. Benjamin lifts me up, and holding me by my ass cheeks, he drives his erection deep. His lips and teeth are still at my throat, sucking, nibbling, kissing. His hands are loving my flesh. I hold his head in my hands and run my fingers through the soft brown hair taking in every bit of power that pours from his loins.
“YES, GAWD, YES, FUCK ME!” I shout, and he fucks me, fucks me hard, pounds me in the center and against the wall. He grabs my tits and squeezes hard and pounds me more until the delirium of cumming explodes and we rock to the ends of the world together, together, Benjamin and me.
Yes! Yes! I’m deliriously ecstatic. I want to shout it to the world. This is me—the absolute everything I can be, me!
And this is my master, my Benjamin, and this is how we dare to love.
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