“Master?”
“No.”
He knew what she wanted even before she asked. He always seemed to know what she needed. Her lips trembled with hunger as she watched his dick sway rhythmically between his legs as if dancing to its own music.
Serina held her breath when he entered the shower, and slowly exhaled as his entire body got wet. She reached for the washrag and soap over her head, and proceeded to lather his body completely. He stepped into the water allowing it to soak his back. He stood there quiet, unmoving as Serina dropped to her knees to wash his feet, working her way up to his dangling erection which glistened like a sword and seemingly begged for her lips. She washed his hairy chest with her bare hands and felt the curls of his chest hairs sliding between her fingers. Without a word, he turned around and she washed his arms, worked the rag around his entire back, and then slowly washed his ass. Deliberately, she dropped to her knees and inhaled the scent of soap, and for an extra second, she allowed herself the pleasure of feeling the heat emitting from the crack of his ass to kiss her face. She wanted to spread his cheeks and bury her tongue in his darkness. She yearned to taste the secret that lay hidden in his unexplored anus. Only a man secure in his inherent manhood would be secure enough to let her try such a thing. She would have to wait for such a treat.
David walked back into the bedroom still wet, and a trail of water followed him along with Serina’s eyes. She was ready to use her tongue like a towel and dry him off on his command. To her delight, he granted her wish as he laid his entire body horizontally across the bed. Serina enjoyed the scene of him laying there for a second and allowed it to seep into her mind so she could vividly recollect it later. He looked like a delicious chocolate buffet adorned with goodies, just waiting for her tongue to sample everything and everywhere on his body. She was hungry. A month is too long to go without the thing you crave for the most—to suck, lick, swallow and feel deep inside of your mind, body and pussy.
His eyes were closed as if he was dreaming. He looked peaceful. Serenely beautiful. His erection lay on his stomach—thick and long. It was curved like a boomerang. The only place Serina wanted it to come back to was between the fullness of all four of her lips. Her body quivered with anticipation as she got on the bed and prepared to feel the supremacy of thick-headed manhood piercing the tight moist folds of her sweet pussy. She would submit to him only if he took her by force. Serina yearned for a man to overpower her with the sheer force of his manhood. She wanted a man to be blessed equally with sensitivity and a will to dominate his woman. Too many times in her life, she had been left unfulfilled and wondered what the hell had just happened to her night of passion. David walked softly, but behind closed doors, he wielded the power of his manhood with the confidence that Serina’s pussy throbbed for incessantly.
His eyes were still closed as if playing a cat and mouse game with her. She wanted to be caught. She wanted him to fuck what he owned without showing any mercy. Maybe she would have to push him a bit more to awaken the beast that she knew lived right below the surface. There is a beast in every man. Some men wear it in their words and actions, and others like David; it is simmering right below the surface, ready to explode. Serina wanted to find that right chemistry to make him use her body like a piñata. An idea came to her, but she didn’t know if she would be brave enough to pull it off. Her thighs straddled his upper body and the heat of his erection thumped softly against her lower back. He reached up to her face and stroked her cheeks tenderly. Serina closed her eyes and lost herself in the tender moment. She reached behind her back and grasped the full thickness of his erection in her hand, and guided it to the center of the heat emitting from between her thighs. The heat and hardness of his erection slid effortlessly between her swollen lips, and she cried out with pleasure. He controlled how many inches she would receive by grabbing her around the waist and the nape of her neck, to control the depth of his penetration. She wanted every thick inch of it, but he teased her by stopping at the exact moment when he knew that another inch would make her cry out with the passion of a woman who was getting deliciously dicked down.
“Please Master,” Serina begged as he continued not give her what she wanted. “Hurt me. Make your pussy cry for you. Fuck what is yours.”
“Shut up! I will fuck you how I want to fuck you. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master,” Serina said reluctantly. This was the opening she needed to goad him. She didn’t want to overstep her bounds, but she ached to feel the physicality and brutality of his passion, lashes administered to her body. She chose her words carefully. It was now or never.
“I thought you were my Master,” she cooed as she rode his dick. “Maybe I should be your master,” Serina laughed girlishly in order to distract his attention away from her combative words. If he truly was the man, the Master, that she had envisioned; he would respond with the fierceness of the male ego being called to battle.
His left hand slowly tightened around her throat. Air was a commodity she would not have much of soon.
It was happening.
Serina closed her eyes in readiness for anything and everything her Master had in store for her. She wanted him to punish her for her disobedience to his will.
His hands tightened. His body grew tense beneath her coiled like a snake about to strike. He drew her head right along his and whispered in her ear, “You asked for it.”
His erection throbbed hard inside of her heated pussy and his fingers dug deep into her waist. Without any foreplay, he launched himself upward deep inside of her tightness. The suddenness of his aerial assault caught Serina by surprise and her body bucked upwards as if she was riding a mechanical bull. He continued pounding her so deeply and fiercely that Serina didn’t have time to process her thoughts or catch her breath. Her screams echoed through the small room and bounced back to her ears.
“This is what happens when you challenge me,” her Master said throatily as he kept one hand on her waist and lifted the left one to wrap around her throat. “I own you. Don’t you ever tell me what to do!”
All Serina could do was nod yes as she bounced up and down viciously on his erection, and could barely breath with his hand wrapped around her throat. With each penetration, it closed tighter until she thought that she would black out. Her pussy ached for more and her Master gave her what she desired.
He used his left hand to make her body more upright then removed it from her waist. Her back arched backwards slightly and she braced herself for the inevitable. The feel of his open hand slamming against the softness of her right cheek shook something loose inside of Serina. This is what she wanted. She needed to be disciplined. Slaps rained down from his right hand to both sides of her face and he continued to punish her pussy and face repeatedly without any mercy. The simultaneous pounding and vicious slaps ignited Serina’s body with a fire that demanded to be fed. She was in her glory. “Fuck me Master! This pussy is yours baby! There is nothing I won’t do for you! I am here to serve only you!”
The words streamed from her mouth between whimpers and tears as her body shook violently with the ferocity of his passion assaulting her body. It was a level of physical passion that few would understand. She had always craved it in silence, afraid that the men before her Master would think she was some kind of freak or pervert. He however understood. He embraced her desires as being valid and did not think that she was less of a woman for feeling this way. She was what he needed. She was what he craved to make him feel alive. They understood the complexities of passion and love. They were both separate emotions careening down a one-way street without any brakes. The crash was inevitable. The façade of control is an illusion, and once we come to the realization that feelings, like love and passion, adhere only to its own rules, can we free ourselves to bask in the true beauty of love and passion without any restraints.
There was nothing left for Serina’s body to do except to submit to the passion that enveloped it. The shackles of her former life as an unfu
lfilled wife seemed to be racing by her with every penetration and every slap that stung her face. She wanted to make up for lost time. She wanted to steal back all the years she had lost. She wished that her Master could fuck her for every lousy day of her marriage. She wanted the dignity she had lost every time her husband told her that it was her fault when he came in under a minute. It was her fault that he was unsatisfied. He made her feel like less than a woman. If only he could see her now. If he could see how a real man fucked a woman. If he could see the ecstasy of passion etched on her face as her Master fucked his pussy. Serina relived all these emotions as her body convulsed, the muscles in her pussy tightened, and she came so hard that tears flowed freely down her face.
“I’m not done with you yet. After tonight, you will never challenge me again. On your knees…NOW!”
Serina gently removed herself from her Master’s still stiff erection and did as she was told. He sat on the side of the bed, grabbed her by her long hair, and forced the full length of his erection down her throat. She gagged and struggled for breath. He held her head and continued to fuck her mouth. Tears and saliva mingled together as one. He removed himself fully from her mouth and slapped her again. He did it repeatedly until he was satisfied.
“Have you had enough?”
There was only one answer she wanted to give him.
“No. I want more Master.”
He stood up and looked down at his slave. The woman he now owned. A feeling of power, entitlement, swept over David and it felt like a hurricane washing ashore. He had punished her as he had never done to another woman, and still, she wanted more. A good Master gives his slave what she wants.
He crouched slightly over and slapped her hard across her face with his erection. His dick was heavy as it smacked her cheeks and brushed past her lips. Serina looked up at her Master with love in her eyes. He had permission to do anything he wanted to her. She was his with no questions asked. He held her by the back of her neck and used his other hand to open her mouth wider. He didn’t have to do that. Serina was ready and willing to give him anything he wanted without him ever having to ask for it. The heat of his erection brushed across her lips and Serina wrapped her long tongue around its girth and tried to pull it deep inside of her mouth. Her Master had other plans for her.
“You will learn the true meaning of being a slave,” he said softly to her. His voice wasn’t menacing but it was strong and filled with passion. It made Serina tremble inside with desire.
“Yes, Master. Do anything you want to me,” Serina said with surety. “I am yours. You own me.”
Before the words barely escaped her lips, David forced the full length of his thick shaft down Serina’s throat. She gagged at suddenly being unable to breath and struggled for air but David deprived her of it. For a brief moment, Serina thought that she would pass out, but then he withdrew himself completely from her throat. Serina gasped and it suddenly hit her that her life was in her Master’s hands. He had the power give her pleasure, pain, happiness, and anything else he wanted to. Knowing that Serina could never get enough of sucking his dick, David turned to walk away and heard her whimper softly. His dick stiffened again and he turned around to face her.
“You want more?”
She nodded yes.
“Show me how much you want it. Crawl to me.”
Serina got down on all fours and crawled towards David. He backed away and let her crawl to him. She kissed his feet and slowly worked her way up between his thighs. The sensation of Serina’s wet tongue sent tremors rocketing through his entire body, but he had more work to do before allowing himself to fully let go and let the moment wash over him.
He bent down and whispered in her ears, “Get on the bed and lay down on your stomach.” Without looking at him, Serina did what she was told.
She could feel her pussy pulsating between her thighs as if there was a time bomb inside of it, and at any moment, it would explode. Her heart was beating just as fast as she waited for her Master to have his way with her again. This is who she was; a woman who loved to please and she found the right man to indulge her fantasies. Serina could not get enough of him—he was intoxicating. She wore her passion as if it was her skin. It made her feel like a woman who was being ravished, devoured, made love to and fucked to within an inch of her life. Then she felt his breath and words caressing her ears with passion that did not scream, but was quiet and just as intense. He was mind fucking her. “This is my pussy. I will fuck you when and how I want to—at anytime I want to. No other man will touch my pussy or kiss your lips. If I ever hear of you doing anything to disrespect or give away what is mine—you will pay dearly. Do you understand?” Serina nodded without saying a word. “I am your Master. You are my slave. You will not question your orders. You will just do as you’re told.” He slapped her again and Serina absorbed the full impact of it and came again.
David held her by her waist and lifted her ass into the air. Serina looked as if she was ready to be fucked again. He used his hands to pry her legs open a little wider and stepped back to admire his work. The first smack of his right hand against her ass caught her by surprise and Serina screamed with sweet pain. She had never been spanked before in her life. The severity of his spanking her was so swift and hard that she could actually feel her ass throbbing with pain. Serina would have problems sitting down for the next week, but in the midst of pleasure, the future is irrelevant. He stopped for a minute, bent down, kissed each cheek tenderly and then bit into her so deeply that it felt like he had literally bitten away a chunk of her ass.
“Awwwwww fuck baby,” Serina whimpered. “What are you doing to me baby? You make me so crazy for you that I can’t control myself.”
“That’s how I always want you —hungry and thirsty for me.”
David got up on the bed behind Serina and slipped a finger into the tightness of her ass, and used her wetness to lubricate her tight hole. Serina groaned in appreciation of having him inside of her. He slipped the thickness of his fat dick head gently into her ass and Serina moaned with desire. She struggled to accommodate his many inches as he slipped deeper and deeper inside of her until she thought that she might actually pass out, but then they hit a groove. Every stroke hit her just right and she bucked her ass backwards as she urged him to fuck her deeper. He reached between her thighs and started to manipulate her clit and it drove Serina crazier. Her ass was being fucked. Her clit was being stroked. She felt the ticking time bomb of an orgasm about to explode. She tried to slow down his penetration, but he knew that her orgasm would be gushing out within seconds. His strokes became harder and deeper and Serina felt as if she was hallucinating with pleasure as she came so hard that her entire body shook with her release.
She lay quietly on the bed for a few seconds and the passion of the moment overwhelmed her senses. Her tears were soft at first and then became increasingly louder. Serina wasn’t sure why she was crying, but then realized she was crying for the woman in her that had been lost all these years and made to feel less than she was. She was crying for the woman who had been unleashed and made to feel more beautiful and more passionate than she had ever been in her life. Her tears were a reminder to her that she was still alive and able to feel what it was like to be touched to the core of her being. She was being touched, kissed, fucked, made to feel special, and made love to all at the same time. Her body and mind were overflowing with sensual ecstasy. “Thank you,” she whispered.
David stepped into the bedroom and cleaned off his still erect dick with a warm rag.
“Come here.”
Hearing his command jumpstarted Serina’s body and she crawled to the edge of the bed where her Master stood waiting for her. She knew what he wanted as she stared hungrily at his waving hypnotic dick. It looked so beautiful like a separate entity from his body. It was as if it was its own life form—a separate entity. The sheer beauty of her Master’s dick stole Serina’s breath away and she was unashamed in her thoughts. She wanted it all to herse
lf. She wanted to be the one to receive all its pleasures. She wanted to be the one who sucked him until he was empty. She wanted to be everything to him. She wanted him more than anything she had ever wanted in her life, but was satisfied with what he was able to give her.
His dick was hot as it slid across her lips. It felt like the first taste of a hot drink that she would swallow. The sensation of his thickness against her lips and tongue was a feeling that went beyond words for Serina. The sheer thrill of it shocked her system like a car battery receiving a jolt. It brought her a special joy to feel his strength throbbing between her lips, and knowing that she would be the one to swallow the sweet fruit of his passion. She took a peak up at his face and saw the contortion of his facial muscles as he grew inside of her. Serina used her hands to stroke him to full length and tasted the first drop of the warmth of his juices. Her throat was hungry for it but she knew that she could not rush him. He would fill her throat when he was ready. Her Master did nothing before he was ready.
David grabbed a handful of Serina’s hair and pulled it hard as he forced himself down her throat again. There was something special about the extra softness of her full lips, the way she looked at him and how hungry she was to drink him that made his erection throb even harder. He gently caressed her face as his erection went back and forth between her lips. There is something extra special about a woman who willingly serves her man without him ever having to ask. She does it from a sense of desire not of duty because she wants him to be happy, and in turn, she too is happy.
Serina felt her Master’s throbbing head expanding inside of her mouth and she prepared for an explosion. His muscles became tense, his breathing shallower, and he pump-fucked her face faster. She tilted her head slightly back and cradled the base of his dick as his warm cum flowed freely from his head and down her throat. She continued to suck him and drain every bit of strength from his body. Her thirst was unquenchable and Serina made sure that not a drop of her Master’s precious cum spilled on the sheets below her. She slowly removed his still erect dick from her lips and rubbed it all around her face as if it was a rag and she was washing her face.
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