by Izzy Slam
“Maybe he’s waiting until he’s certain you’re ready?” It seems like an empty consolation. But admittedly I know nothing about her. Or him.
“Oh, don’t worry about me. Let’s focus on getting you prepared for your big night.”
Odd how swiftly the theme of this night changed, but as a female in this day in age, you have to be prepared for anything.
Selena picks up the razor from the edge of the tub and proceeds to shave my legs, shampoo my hair, and lastly, focus on that thick fluff of hair between my legs. I have to move around and even sit on the edge of the tub for a few minutes. But once every bit of hair is removed, I’m happily surprised at how good it looks.
Selena helps me dry off and applies a clear ointment that helps to prevent razor burn. It also happens to make my skin feel rose-petal smooth, and by the time I’m ready to be delivered to the State Master’s chambers, I’m breaking out in a nervous sweat.
“I’m worried he won’t like me, that I’ll let him down.” I can’t tell Selena my real predicament, which is that I’m only doing this to win a permanent place in the home of our ruler.
Selena brushes my long hair over my shoulders and smiles at me. “Master Synister is a little rough around the edges. But I don’t think you’ll let him down. He’s brought you here for a reason. He sees something in you. Just be yourself.”
Well, he hasn’t exactly brought me here as much as caught me. But she’s right about one thing: he did see something in me. Specifically, the way I reacted to him calling himself ‘daddy.’ In fact, we both reacted to that.
He thinks I need a strong leader, and I know that I do. But he needs a willful girl. One who will challenge him a bit. One who will need to be put in her place.
“Thank you, Selena. That’s perfect advice.”
She winks at me, and I hope that we might become good friends at some point.
“Oh! I almost forgot.” Selena sits me in the short stool in front of the mirror and pulls my hair into two long ponytails on either side of my head. She then braids both sides, and the ends hang just below my soft nipples.
“There, perfect.”
I’m not sure why he requested braids, but I do like the way they make me feel youthful, innocent, and I suppose a little naughty.
And by the time she leads me down the marbled hallway to Master Synister’s chambers, my confidence has bloomed. But when I walk into the massive space, I’m flabbergasted at the beauty that surrounds me.
I’m breathless, not only at the perfectly shined wooden floors and dark-red walls, but also the massive four-poster bed that’s fit for a king. Not to mention the pile of blankets and pillows and a bright pink throw tossed along the corner of the bed.
“You’ll do great, sis,” Selena says, kissing me on the cheek before disappearing.
I want to stop her, to ask her to wait with me until Master arrives, but then he walks through another door across the room, I assume the main bath, wearing nothing more than dark slacks. His chest is a chiseled mass of perfection, and it awakens something inside of me.
He walks slowly in my direction, eyes dragging over my body. I’m wearing a light pink satin robe that covers just the essentials, but I wonder if I should have come in here unclothed.
“Do I look alright, daddy?”
As he stands before me, the air becomes thick with lust, and I become dizzy with need. He reaches over and runs his fingers down my braids. “I think this will do, yes. Do you like it?”
I shrug and brush past him, walking to the window. “I don’t know. I always thought braids were rather dumb.”
I feel him approach me from behind, his hands going around the back of my neck. “Would it be dumb if I tugged on those same braids while you sucked my cock?”
My insides stir, and I feel a pulse between my legs. Tingles of desire ripple through me at the prospect of sucking his cock—something that takes me by surprise. And the thought of his hands guiding me by pulling my hair makes me hot all over.
“It would be dumb if you tugged on my braids at any time, much less while I’m sucking your cock.” Of course it’s a lie, and as I turn to face him, I can see the irritation in his eyes.
“Your willful intolerance of my kink is disappointing. And as your daddy, I have no choice but to show you just how wrong you are.” The last part, he leans in and whispers in my ear, so close I can feel his breath raise the hairs on my neck, forcing little tingles to prick my nipples into hard pebbles.
All I do is shrug, and when I turn to face him, this wicked smile is playing upon his lips as he unties the belt around my waist. After he slides it out of the loops, he pulls me to his body, so close that I can feel his steely erection pressing into my belly. My heart drums like crazy as he pushes my arms behind my back and ties the satin belt around my wrists, binding them together.
He opens my robe then, allowing the back of his rough fingers to roll over the sides of my breasts. I can feel my nipples prick harder, and the desire for his lips to press against my aching buds is immense.
“You’re not sexually aroused at the moment?” he asks, keeping his eyes locked on my chest.
“What would I have to be sexually aroused about?” I ask, feeling the juices pour from my pussy and stick to my thighs.
He chuckles, rolling a finger over one of my nipples. “You tell me, little one.”
All I do is roll my eyes. When he trails that same finger down my tummy and over my freshly shaved mound, I can’t help but gasp at how good it feels. I tug against my restraints as he probes my opening, now slick with need.
“Dear god,” he growls, bringing my scent up to his nose as he pulls in a slow breath. “I don’t know what this is, if not a very aroused pussy.”
I lick my lips and look away, now feeling overwhelmed. “I think daddy’s girl needs to get on her knees and show him just how sorry she is for lying through those pretty little lips.”
I flick my eyes in his direction and practically see flames dancing in his irises. I think we’re both about to go up in flames from the lust between us.
I only hope this is enough to earn my keep here.
“I’m not sorry, daddy.”
Oh, but I am so, so sorry. Sorry enough to suck your cock for as long as I have to.
He knits his brow, and his nostrils flare.
“And if you want me to suck your cock like a disgusting whore, you’re going to have to force it past my lips.”
I clip my chin up at him and we stare at each other for a few long moments. I consider barging past him and attempting to run away, but that just seems like too much work. Especially since he seems to be responding to my defiant attitude and this role-play between us.
“Very well,” he grunts, taking a few steps back and undoing his pants. He lets them fall down and kicks them aside as his gaze sweeps over me.
My pussy is aching for another release at the thought of him forcing himself inside my mouth. It’s the only way I want to be taken.
He stands naked before me, his erection pointed at me and bouncing several times. It’s much longer than I thought it would be, and as clear fluid leaks from the tip, I find my mouth beginning to water.
“On your knees, now.”
I narrow my eyes at him in mock anger as I go to my knees. The floor is hard, but not hard enough to stifle my thoughts.
Master Synister steps my way, and I keep my gaze focused on his shaft as it inches close to my face.
“Lick your lips,” he says, pulling my braids above my head and holding them in one hand. He takes the base of his cock in the other as I drag my tongue over my lips. And then, in one smooth stroke, he shoves his thickness right against my mouth, forcing it open as he invades it with his throbbing member.
With my pulse pounding, I feel my braids swoosh back down to my shoulders. But then he immediately grips them at the base and holds my head steady, pushing himself to the back of my throat.
“Ah, fuck,” he grunts.
His manhood
is so thick, I can hardly open my mouth enough to accommodate his size. I can feel the veins along his length throbbing as he glides in and out. And the voluminous amount of pre-cum that’s seeping from the tip makes him slippery inside my mouth, especially as it mingles with my saliva.
“Daddy will need to cum many times tonight, starting with making a deposit in this pretty little mouth of yours,” he says, thrusting his hips in hard bursts.
My pussy clenches and throbs repeatedly as he strengthens his grip on my braids. And for the next few seconds, I find myself fearful of what it will be like when he does ejaculate.
But then I find my body responding to his forcefulness, causing my nipples to harden and my cunt to quiver.
He’s holding my head still, but that doesn’t stop me from moving my tongue over his cock as it moves in and out. I swirl it around the helmeted head, using the tip to probe his slit every time he comes out.
Growling above me, I think Master Synister likes what I’m doing, and that turns me into a dripping mess, a puddle beneath me on the floor as I service my daddy.
“What do you think now, little one?” he asks, shoving his cock so deep that it smushes my tonsils. “Do you still think it’s dumb? That your daddy is so turned on by your braids and your hot, tight mouth, that he is about to choke you with his cum?”
His cock turns to steel and twitches forcefully, and I anticipate what’s about to happen.
“Ahhhhhhh….” he groans as a warm stream of thick seed spurts on the back of my tongue.
I can’t help but gag as I struggle to swallow it all down. Several more bursts come out, but he ejects himself from my mouth, leaving a string of his fluid dribbling from my lower lip.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, lifting my chin up in the cup of his hand. He swipes away his cum, smearing it along the side of my face as I catch my breath. “Now let’s see just how this has affected you.”
“Affected me? I—I don’t understand. It hasn’t affected me at all, other than caused me to roil with disgust.”
With a growl, he pulls me from the floor and unties my wrists before flicking his gaze to the bed. “You want disgust? Get up there on your hands and knees and you’ll see the disgusting things your daddy is capable of.”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip. “What if I don’t want to?”
Laughter roars from his throat and he jerks the robe from my body. “Did I say I gave one fuck about what you want?”
“No, daddy. You didn’t,” I answer, looking away in shame.
He holds my chin in his hands and smiles at me as he studies my lips. “It’s okay, little one. But you do want it. Don’t you? Admit that you want daddy’s tongue licking you in places where you hurt.”
The dark need in his eyes is visible, and it burns almost as hard as the ball of heat forming in my belly, tight and oh-so-blissful.
“Yes, daddy,” I huff, unable to lie to him any longer. I can almost feel his tongue doing things to me, my clit twitching in anticipation.
“Get in place, then, so I can taste your cream.”
With tingles dancing along my skin, I get on the bed, placing my knees along the edge so that my rear end is available to him.
I look over my shoulder and see him drop to his knees, his face right there at my bare, wet snatch.
“God, what gorgeous lips you have,” he groans, running his hands over my bottom. “They look like two pink petals, waiting to be watered by my mouth.”
After placing a few soft kisses along my freshly shaved labia, he snakes his tongue through my slick folds, finding my clit with skill. He licks rapidly, back and forth, gliding the palms of his hands over my ass and hips, then navigating them up to my breasts where he cups them lightly.
“Oh yes, daddy,” I purr, rolling my hips in a circle as he rolls my nipples between his fingers.
His breath hits my tender flesh and he groans like a wild animal, demonstrating that he’s obviously getting just as aroused bringing me pleasure as I am.
My head falls back, and before I know what’s happened, my clit balloons in pleasure, and my body shudders violently as I cum. His tongue works my bundle of nerves in slow, sensual circles as I cry out in pleasure, never wanting this feeling to end.
And silently praying that I’m good enough to keep.
Rogue
Natasha’s pretend indifference has fueled my passion for her. I love the way she acts like she doesn’t want it, then trembles uncontrollably as I lick her pretty little pussy, making her cum right there on the tip of my tongue.
I can feel her swollen bump of tissue quiver repeatedly, as does her body. And her moans only confirm that she’s enjoying every bit of what I’m doing to her, as am I.
I lightly pinch her hard nipples as I finish off her orgasm with a few kisses. How badly I want to finger fuck her right now, but that’s a job for my cock that’s already hard again.
And in fact, she’s in the perfect position to take my throbbing member.
I stand up and look at her gorgeous figure, the way her ass is bared to me, calling to me, and how her pretty braids spill to the bed below. Fuck, it turns me on to no fucking end.
I softly probe her wet, puffy slit, only going in about an inch, despite how slippery she is. Natasha huffs and arches her back, and I stifle a growl that climbs up my throat.
“How would you like for daddy to save your tender innocence and instead raid that tight ass of yours, little one?”
Natasha gasps as she flips her head my way. “Daddy!”
I chuckle softly as I grip my length, pre-cum seeping from the slit. “Does that frighten you?”
She nods her head, and my dick twitches. I never thought of myself as a sadist, but damn if I’m not taking pleasure in knowing that Natasha’s frightened. Perhaps this is one way I can release the tension I feel nearly all the time. My servants are always so willing, so compliant. No wonder I’ve been bored.
Pressing my palm to her lower back, I angle my cock at the entrance to her pussy, looking down at her pretty rose as it clenches tightly. “I’ve fucked many an ass, but none as pretty as yours,” I tell her, circling her pink ring with the tip of my pointer.
“Ooohh,” she purrs.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, but I’m still not sure it’s a good idea.”
I can hear the hesitance in her voice, just enough to make my dick throb.
I press the head of my cock into her cunt, using every ounce of my reserve to not sink balls deep. “You’d rather that I fuck your pussy then?”
“Yes … please,” she whispers, rutting her hips in my direction.
I spit on her bottom and swirl the thick fluid around her rose. “But daddy wants it here,” I say, pushing my finger into her ass and wanting her desperately to argue with me, only a little.
But when I feel her tight ring of muscles squeeze my finger, I can’t help but growl.
“Oh … oh …” Natasha moans, visibly turned on by my entrance.
My cock twitches inside her pussy, and hers does too, forcing her sphincter to squeeze me harder.
“But daddy,” she pleads, “your cock is so big. Won’t it … hurt?”
“A little, at first.” I pull my finger from her bottom, and she huffs. “But then it will feel so good.”
I grip the base of my shaft and slowly glide it from her pussy to her rose, immediately applying pressure to her anus.
She turns her head, tossing me a look over her shoulder with a bit of fear in her eyes. “I’m scared.”
I sink partway in her opening, and her eyes flutter closed as she pulls in a rushed breath.
“I know,” I grunt. “But daddy will be easy on you.”
As easy as I can, I think.
But her ring of muscles is so fucking tight, it’s already causing my balls to feel weighted from so much cum.
I watch her pretty pink rose stretch open to accommodate me as my crown slowly disappears.
Natasha lets out a voc
al grunt of pain, maybe mixed with pleasure, I don’t know.
All I know is that her ass is the best I’ve ever had, and I haven’t even fully had it yet. But the moment my shaft has disappeared inside her warm, tight cavern, the both of us release a loud moan.
I reach down and take her braids in one hand, placing the other on the side of her hip as I thrust in and out.
“Oh god … oh daddy,” Natasha murmurs, arching her body as I increase my pace.
I can’t believe how good she feels. And watching the way her skin ripples in waves as I fuck her asshole makes my dick hard as steel.
“I think you like it when daddy takes what he wants, don’t you, Natasha? You like not having a say in what hole I fuck?”
“Yes,” she grunts. “I love how much I hate this!” she shrieks.
Her confession sends delightful heat shooting through my balls as they get ready to release.
“I hate it so much, I … I … I think I’m gonna cum, daddy!”
I grunt, thrusting harder, deeper, faster, fucking her tight asshole with all the fury I have inside of me. And the moment I feel her ring contracting around my cock, I cum inside of her bowels, the immensity of my orgasm pulling a growl from my throat so loud I half expect my servants to come running.
But they know better.
I tighten my grip on her long braids, forcing her nose to the ceiling as she squeals in pleasure, her asshole still quivering around my steely girth as I dump the last remaining bit of my seed.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock giving one more pulse as it twitches for the last time.
I let out a long breath as I slip out of her asshole, slowly letting go of her hair and watching my cum seep from her bottom.
It’s a beautiful fucking sight to behold, and I know I will want to see it again and again.
Natasha
As I lie breathless on the soft covers of his giant bed, Master Synister leans down and kisses my forehead. “Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.”