Some days you just want to be left alone, left alone to drink and play video games and no worry about anything. Not worry about pissing off your friends, not worry about your job, not worry about a goddamned thing except how you're going to get to the end o the level and maybe what to put on your pizza. The best day of my life started off as one of those days.
I was lounging around the house wearing just pair of boxers with Donkey Kong printed on them and the words press started beneath him and one of my old work shirts completely opened. I would have been nude but I've got those vinyl couches that you kinda stick to and I hate that feeling. I had already made up my drink for the day, a towering Sprite and Green Apple Smirnoff mixture that tasted like a Jolly Rancher. My computer was set to play music and close by encase I got stumped on any of the games that I was playing and I was ready to play Ninja Gaiden II until I got bored and decided to play something else, I got drunk and passed out, or I had to go back to work on Monday almost two days away.
My phone was close by much more out of necessity than out of desire. One of the real disadvantages of being self employed is that you really have to be on top of your service and being rude or unavailable really isn't an option you have open to you. So that's why I had my phone sitting there hopefully to remain untouched for the day.
With that much said I'm sure you can understand that I was more than a little pissed off when it started belting out that fake Caribbean tune that I have set for my customers (really set for anybody that isn't registered in the phone which usually means the same thing.) Anyway I was annoyed that I hadn't even gotten started with my laid back leave me the fuck alone day when the phone rang.
I answered my phone rattling off the practiced professional greeting and in response I received just three words and I didn't even quite recognize her voice. "Open your door." That was all she said before she hung up. That was a mixed blessing, it probably meant that it was either my ex, or one of my friends new ex's dropping off stuff they didn't want around. Which was a mixed blessing. I didn't want to talk to anybody and nobody wanted to talk to me. It still meant that I had to get up though since there was always the off chance that was had left something of value like an Xbox or an engagement ring or something else that if it were to disappear off my porch would eventually come back to bite me.
So I grumbled angrily and tossed my phone and controller onto the couch and walked over to the door and flung it open expecting there to be a box, or a bag on my door step. I wasn't expecting to find a half naked woman on her knees though I can definitely label that as a pleasant surprise. That would probably be the understatement of my life time.
There she was, my Minx, kneeling at my feet. Her light brown curls loosely framed her beautiful face and drew my attention straight to her eyes. She'd overdone the eye make up a bit; thick black lines beneath her eyes light purple eye shadow. Minx had done the same with her lips painting them a glossy red that looked even better stretched around the pink ball gag jammed into her mouth and making her drool. Her hands were behind her back forcing her healthy c-cupped chest temptingly forward. It didn't help that she'd chosen not to wear a bra and instead of a shirt she was wearing a black mesh shirt that nipples were poking straight through.
Minx's nearly perfect thighs were indecently spread revealing two things. The first was a brightly colored tattoo of the word 'Minx' framed by cherries on either side on her inner thigh. If that weren't mouth watering in its own right there was the thin patch of fabric that more displayed her cunny than concealed it and the spread patch of wetness. The skirt she'd chosen was a yellow and black plaid pattern and would have been better described as a belt than a skirt. It was so small that I noticed her thong before her skirt. Topping it off was the scent of female arousal, that pungent aroma that takes hold of your senses and empties your mind of anything resembling coherent thought while simultaneously cutting off your basic motor functions.
"Get inside." She shook her head and then looked down guiding my attention to something I'd managed to miss, a sealed envelope at my feet. It was easy enough to overlook with a nearly naked woman kneeling in your door way. Anyway I picked it up and tore it open (I actually nearly lost the edge of the letter).
Dear Master,
Please use me for your pleasure. Use me anyway you want. Don't hold anything back. Use me Master, do everything you've told me you wanted push me to my limits and then push past them. Make me yours. Your slave, your whore, your animal, your Minx. I beg of you master accept me and use me.
Your Minx
Only two women have ever called me Master, only two women knew me well enough to know that I want to own my women and trusted me enough to give me that power over them. I think it's the same feeling a woman is supposed to get when a man proposes to her (I say this because the other woman who had called me Master was getting married soon but she's never sounded excited. I don't think she ever got that weakness in the knees I was experiencing, nor the tightness in the chest or lightheadedness.) That's what it was like for me though; I couldn't feel my body at all. It felt like it was only a moment that I stared at her trying to regain my bearings but she told me later it was more like five minutes before I'd ordered her come inside.
Rising to your feet with your hands cuffed behind you is harder than it looks and she couldn't quite handle it and would have fallen if I hadn't caught her by the shoulders and steadied her. The moment I touched her flesh I felt something, I wouldn't realize it until much later and to some extent I'm still understand what I felt right then. She was mine. I felt it physically, a spark that passed through me. Minx felt it too, and I knew she had it was the look in her eyes.
She walked past me and into the house, even now neither of are sure if she walked in front because she knew that I wanted to watch her ass or because she knew I wasn't able to move on my own yet. Either way I was able to watch her ass as she walked by and no matter what she might say in her modesty that woman has an incredible ass and a nearly perfect switch. I could watch the way her hips move as she walks. I was so interested in her thighs that I saw something, something bluish in her ass but I just ignored it I mean I just have been crazy.
"Kneel." She looked back over her shoulder at me then she did as I commanded sinking back to her knees. I walked over and pulled my already rock hard cock and slapped it against her forehead. "That's a good slut." I teased rubbing my cock over her face, even hitting her with it a few times before I yanked her gag out of her mouth and down around her throat.
I knew what I wanted from her, I new perfectly well that I wanted to twist her hair around fists and throat fuck her until she puked and once that had happened I was going to fuck her harder. I wasn't planning on stopping until she was whimpering for mercy and even then I meant to go on and push her harder and farther.
Even now I'm not sure if I should be ashamed because I didn't trust her as completely as she trusted me, or if I should be proud that some traces of humanity remained inside me but I didn't. I couldn't is more accurate. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
She shrieked pulling against her bonds for the first time since I'd seen her. "For months I tell you that you are what I want, what I chose. I chose to be your slave not over being your friend but over being his fiancée. If you say so I won't marry him, not ever. I chose you completely and you still fucking doubt me?! I literally gift wrap myself for your whims, handcuffed! Gagged! If you love me, if you really love me Chris use me and don't hold back. I want you to take off the gloves. I want you to treat me like your slut, your whore, your animal! I want you to treat me like you used to treat her." Low blow. I'd forgotten that words really can hurt physically but I felt that in my chest. That she would even threaten to let, I don't even want to think about it now so I'll just get back to the story after all you aren't reading this to get to know me better, you're reading so you can get to the fucking so I'll hurry along.
"I do believe you." I responded stepping forward.
"Then prove it, take off the fucking gloves and show me goddamnit!" She shouted up at me from her knees. I never thought a woman could manage to look that pissed off at me while kneeling at my feet.
"Fine, you think you can handle it?!" I snatched her by the hair and watched that look not quite of fear but of surprise wash over her face as I thrust my cock against her face. "Open your fucking mouth!" Minx smiled and did just that opening her jaw and letting me push into her mouth. Almost as soon as my cock pushed into her throat I felt her wretch her spit frothing up out of her mouth. Her eyes almost instantly turned started to swell with tears as I held her by the back of the head and skull fucked her. "You think you handle being a fucking cum dumpster!" I shouted at her. Even as she was struggling to keep her composure she nodded.
Minx is an amazing cock sucker, not that I really noticed right then because I was really just drilling her throat. If you've never heard a woman gagging on a cock it's difficult to describe, it's a wet 'gluckgluck' sort of sound that is combine with a slurping noise that just drives me nuts. "You like that bitch?" I asked her pulling my cock from her throat and rubbing my spit soaked cock across her forehead glazing her with spit.
"I want more Master!" Minx growled at me through clenched teeth. "Please don't disappoint me Master I want more."
I still had her by the hair and so I yanked her head back forcing her to look straight up at me as I spat in her face. "You want more? Fine." I dragged her over to the couch and positioned her so her head was hanging upside down over the edge and her long beautiful legs went up the back of it with her heels leaving scratches in my paint. Jamming my thumbs into the corners of her mouth I pried her jaws open and pushed my cock into her throat. I could see her neck bulge as and twitch as her body tried to reject me.
Minx told me that she wasn't scared; she knew that I would never hurt her not really. You would have thought she was scared if you'd felt her body spasm as when every inch of my cock was buried in her throat and my nuts sloppy with her spit rested on her nostrils completely cutting off her hair. I rested like that watching her chest heave and her throat twitch until finally she reached up and pushed against me and even then I pushed harder for a second before pulling out and letting her gasp for air. I didn't even let her exhale before I was fucking her pretty face again forcing her to blow bubbles in her spittle.
I kept at her like that for several minutes before I pulled my back and started stroking my dick. "You're gonna cum on my face?!" She cried in mock disgust. "You would use me like a fucking slut?" She whimpered egging me on.
That was one of the best orgasms of my life; I felt it all the way in my stomach it was so strong. The first blast splashed across her cheek and chin mixing with the spit and sweat already messing her pretty face. The next landed right in her eye and oozed down to her forehead with a few more drops dripping onto her chin before I sank to my knees.
"Thank you Master." She whispered reaching her hands up to wipe the mess from her face yelping as I swatted her hand away.
"You don't think you're done yet do you? I don't even have a picture yet. Don't fucking move." She responded that she wouldn't and I got back to my feet and got my camera snapping off a few pictures. I don't really have the right words to describe how my Minx looked right then; her eyes were red from a combination of sweat, spit, tears and spunk. That cocktail of human fluids had gotten into her hair plastering it to her face strand by strand. She looked . . . used. I can't find a better word than used so that's how I'll describe her. My Minx was thoroughly used and I hadn't even gotten started. "Crawl I'll guide you."
The idea of challenging my orders didn't even cross her mind; she slipped from the couch to the floor and crawled. She as an ass, it took a lot of self control not to just start fucking her right then but I watched her fine ass sway as she crawled. She was almost catlike as she moved and then of course just a woman on her knees always gets me. Minx tells me that she can feel my eyes on her, that it's like a pair of hot points on her flesh and right then she felt like she'd catch on fire if she didn't hurry along and that was why she had rug burn on her knees.
Minx knew what was going to happen as soon as her hands hit the cold tile. "Master. . ." She plead with that single word and look.
"Shut the fuck up, you wanted the full experience didn't you; you're not backing out are you? You know what even if you were I don't give a shit!" I took her by the throat put her on her knees hanging her head backward over my toilet. "Open." There is nothing in this world quite as exciting as the look on a woman's face when she's about to do something that will forever change how she looks at herself.
For me this was the first moment that I knew it was all true. That everything she had told me was completely true. She was mine, she belonged to me and I could do with her whatever I wanted. Minx had been telling me for months, or probably years that she was mine. I'd felt it before, I'd trusted that she wasn't a liar before then but it's you never really know until you know. Some things go deeper than words, spoken, printed, written or instant messaged. Maybe that's my downfall though, that I don't take anything on faith because she took me on faith. Not only that I wanted her as much as she wanted me, but that I wouldn't, couldn't hurt her.
Right then was the moment I realized something else that I'd tried to keep from admitting. She was right. Minx, Kitten, Caly, Fuck Pig and Astrid were all right and right then and right now as I'm writing this it hurts to admit but it's true. I can't live without them, I love my women so much that it hurts but they love me more than I love them. It might be that before a woman will put up with the tortures that I dish out that she needs to love me completely, I don't know if I'm even capable of that level of devotion. Sometimes I feel . . . dirty because those around me love me so much more than I can ever understand. This story is only about one of them. Minx, if you're reading this, I love you. I love you so much and I hope I can make you believe. This was of course written for you.
She didn't resist me; she leaned her head back and opened her mouth knowing what would happen. In reality I'd never really done this before, sure she wasn't the first girl I'd pissed on or in but normally I had planned for it the entire day and had drank plenty of water. My last slave told me that drinking my piss wasn't even that gross. It was warm but aside from that it was just water and any grossness was just what she imagined from knowing what she was doing. Of course I didn't really appreciate that until much later.
What I did appreciate immediately was that a beautiful woman was leaned backwards over my toilet, her mouth open waiting for her golden gift. Minx shut her eyes, but beyond that she didn't move. "Swallow as much you can girl." She agreed and I started pissing.
The look of disgust on her face was apparent but she did exactly what I told her to and more. She let her mouth fill with the pungent golden fluid and then she gulped it down and opened her mouth again accepting more of my fluids. She sputtered and spat a few times when it my pissed hit went into her nose or shot against her eyes but my girl didn't let me down, she kept her mouth open and kept moving to make sure she got as much of it in her mouth as she could manage swallowing my urine like it was her favorite drink. It was less than a minute of pissing until I shook those last few drops onto her chest and smiled.
"You're such a nasty little bitch." I teased and straddled her head. "When you can guess what I had for breakfast you can stop." Minx hesitated earning her my tweaking her nipple hard enough to make her hiss in pain and start rimming me. Considering this was the very first time she'd given a rim job she was fucking awesome, her tongue spiraling around my hole occasionally stabbing at it like she was trying push into me. Minx occasionally breaking away to guess at my meal I let her stay like that for almost five minutes before I finally stood up and sat on the edge of the tub.
If it was possible looked even more used than she had before. Her curly light brown hair was completely soaked now with a cocktail of piss and toilet water that made her hair cling to her head in sexy clumps that partially obscured her face as she pulled her head up. My piss had washed away most of the spit and cum from before but there were still a few remnants clinging to her face. My Minx was well used but what I really remember most of all about her was she was smiling as she looked at me. She was happy.
"Have I pleased you Master?"
"Yes you have, but we're not done yet. Turn around." Minx knew what I wanted and got up onto her knees her face hanging over the toilet bowl. Her cunny was completely soaked almost glistening with her juices which I admit surprised me. It never ceases to amaze me that women can get off on just being used like that.
She's tried to explain to me numerous times. She says it has to do with knowing that she's making me happy excites her. Even things I wouldn't think like she loves hearing that I got myself off in the shower thinking of her. If she's not already completely soaked by the time she gets this far into this account she will be when she finds out that I've had to write this in shifts, it's hard to concentrate with a boner. I honestly don't really understand it but I realize that I don't need to understand. I don't really understand how an internal combustion engine works, how a laser printer functions or how the internet takes words from my fingertips to your computer. That doesn't stop me from driving, printing letters or posting stories on Literotica. How a woman can be so perfectly happy serving at my feet may be one of those things that I don't need to understand, I just need to accept and thank whatever powers may be that I've been blessed with woman who will always be mine and who means everything to me. Sorry didn't mean to gush.
I took the hand cuffs off her and tossed them aside, I'd rediscover them two days later cleaning the bathroom; they had ended up behind the toilet. She was already wet and I wasn't going to keep my Minx waiting. I rammed myself into her pussy forcing her forward, her tits crushed against the still cool porcelain, her head forced into the yellow tinged toilet water. Minx screamed but I only heard an explosion of bubbles and a slight whimper. I took Minx's hands and held them behind her forcing her arch her back and raise her ass as I fucked her. It also meant that just to get her head out of the water to breath she couldn't just go straight up she had to come back, she had to force me deeper into her cunt so the longer I held her under the harder she'd fuck me.
Every time she came up for air I heard her whimpering, and sobbing. I even paused a few times to give her time to complain if she needed, I almost asked but then I heard her voice in my head. Why don't you believe me! I did believe her, it was my turn to live up to my half of the relationship. I kept pumping against her the water in the toilet sloshing around with each thrust, her tight cunny kept clenching down tightening around cock. If I hadn't already came I wouldn't have lasted two strokes, she I was stretching her out as I fucked her and I could feel everything inside her, it was incredible.
"Master I'm gonna, may I-"She'd been trying to ask permission, or warn me or both but she was a little late. I already knew and she was too far gone to stop the orgasm from slamming through her body. It felt like her cunny was trying to pull into her and hold in its velvety vice lock. That more than enough to push me over the edge thrust into her as hard as I could driving her head back into the water as I came inside her moaning as I did. As soon as I was finished cumming I pulled out of her and leaned back against the bathtub. Minx sat up tossing her hair behind her and spraying me with toilet water (a fact that was lost on me until just now, not that it made a difference.) and knelt down watching me.
"Thank you so much Minx, I love you so much." I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against me kissing her firmly on the lips. She tried to pull away but I held her in place until I was finished then pulled back kissing her forehead before pulling away.
"Master I'm filthy."
"You're mine and you're always beautiful. Now let's get you cleaned up." I started the running a bath. "You're mine and you always will be you've seen to that." As I spoke I'll undressed her laying her clothing on the counter. I ran my finger over her tattoo, over her brand. I helped her into the tub and gently dunked her beneath the water.
"Master."
"Yes My Minx?" I was busy looking for my loofa; it came with some soap I bought one day. I'm not gay which is why I didn't know where it was. Anyway it took a few minutes to find it and the raspberry shampoo that was left over from some girl who'd spent a few days over and forgotten it. Back to the point I washed her hair and cleaned her up and we talked. Not really about anything in particular, well there was one thing I had to ask about but I'll wait to tell you about it until later about that.
"Nothing Master I just wanted to hear you claim me again."
"I'll always claim you Minx, always."
I won't bother boring you with our bathroom conversation I'll skip ahead to my leaving her in the bathroom to shower up. I'd given her a bath and washed her hair but we both needed a few minutes of down time before I started putting her back to use. Even I needed a bit of a rest and recharge after two orgasms in just under an hour. I hadn't even bothered getting dressed; I'd just thrown on my robe and went back to the living room. Considering how vividly I remember most of the details of that day, the way she looked, the emotion in her eyes, the way she smelled, the way her lips tasted, all those details and millions more that would only bore you and are best left out I can't remember what I put in the microwave to eat. That might be because I didn't get around eating it and ended up ordering pizza, beef and bacon. Instead I hopped on my laptop (the same one I'm writing out this account on) and went to check my mail and a few other essentials since I probably wasn't going to get another chance any time soon, I also poured two shots of rum and set them aside.
I play several online games, a wrestling game, a zombie game, a nation building game (if you want links to these game feel free to email me to ask, I love getting new players) I think I was in the middle of the zombie game when she got out of the shower, not that I really noticed. If my attention had been on her rather than on making certain I got to shelter before my character (Ultimate Jack Spicer) was too exhausted to go on I would have noticed that I didn't hear the water running. I would have heard her crawling into the room but I didn't notice that either.
Minx crawled right up to me though and pressed her lips to my foot. Again I felt that jolt of euphoria wash over me, that feeling that comes with knowing that I own her. That she is mine no matter where she goes or where she is, she is mine. She's probably lucky I didn't kick her though since she caught me off guard. Just because I wanted to see what she would do I didn't respond, or I didn't say anything. She responded by kissing my other foot sending another very real wave of pleasure through my body. I w clamped down on my lips hoping to capture that whimper of pleasure but I failed.
"Master, please don't ignore me." She whispered kissing my feet again.
"I couldn't ignore you if I tried." My reply was setting my laptop aside. (Ultimate Jack Spicer ended up as lunch for several zombies that day, a small price to pay.)
"I noticed." Minx was staring between my legs at my cock, her beautiful eyes widening as it grew before her eyes.
"Naughty girl." I teased as I let my eyes wander over her. She was back in her outfit now, black mesh shirt that displayed her full round perfect tits, her hands were behind her back again pushing her tits out even more. Her panties were already soaked again even though she'd just gotten out of the shower and again I almost didn't notice she was wearing that yellow and black skirt.
"Would you want me any other way?" She asked quickly leaning in to lick the underside of my balls.
"Of course not." She still had that fresh from the shower smell, that crisp aroma and her skin glistened slightly. Minx's hair was starting to dry and curl as it did. "You know what I want now?" I reached over to my laptop and brought my up my music and quickly scanned for a song. "I want you to strip." I handed her one of the shot glasses. "Drink up."
"What is it?"
A cold smile curled my lips; Minx tells me that's when I'm scariest, when I get that smile on my face. It's also when she truly knows that she is owned, that all the times I ask her opinion, permission or service that I'm really not asking. I'm only phrasing it that way to sound nice. "What does it matter, unless your allergic or some shit like that I tell you to drink and you drink slave and curiosity is unbecoming a kajira." I watched her take the shot them grimace at the burn and set the shot back down. In reality that turned out to be a wasted joke since she'd never read any of John Norman's Gor series and besides I'd always hated that part of the philosophy. I love to be asked questions, I love to talk, and I can practically talk to myself as long as there is someone in the room sort of nod and uh huh every few minutes. "I want you to dance for me."
Minx bit down on her lip nervously here eyes drifting from mine to some invisible object off to my right. "Can I make a few requests?" I consented and found myself pulled away from my couch and pushed into one of my wooden chair in the middle the living room. She shut the blinds, more to dim the light than for peeping toms or so she claims, not that it really matters. She pulled up something on the internet for her music and I don't know the song. It was a slow song with a fast rhythm, like a lot of those James Bond songs. It was sang by a woman in husky tone that distracted you from understanding anything she was saying and instead focus on her voice and the music.
"Please be patient with me Master." She whispered over her shoulder. I nodded before remembering she couldn't see me and told it was ok. Minx shivered slightly keeping her back to me and taking the second shot from my hand and starting the music over again for the third time. Third time was the charm though; she started swaying her hips back and forth wider each time as her thighs crept apart each beat bringing her closer to the ground until her ass grazed the carpet. She turned around and walked towards me. "Do you want me?" I nodded dumbly and she turned her back to me again and sat down in my lap grinding her firm buns against my cock. Her lets shot apart straddling me and slipping my cock into the crack of her ass and then leaned her head back and caught my ear between her lips tugging lustfully as she did her best to make me cum.
"Goddamn!" I exclaimed wriggling in the chair to get away from her slightly and she swung her legs over me and pushed her ass right up against my face giving me my first really good look at the blue rubber orbs crammed into her ass, only a string hung out, but the anal beads kept her ass open just a enough to be seen. I had noticed them earlier when we were in the shower but I hadn't been able to figure out what it was. Minx had said it was a surprise but I would enjoy it. She was wet again, just to make sure I knew Minx rubbed my nose in it before she moved behind me.
"Tell me you want me Master, please." Minx leaned over my shoulder running her hands down my chest and over my stomach her breasts brushed against my cheek and the tips of her fingers grazed the base of my cock.
"I want you. I need you." My pulse was starting to pick up as she pulled away from me taking all the air with her. She peeled her shirt over her and tossed it in front of me. Minx asked me not to turn around and hard as it was I obeyed. Maybe it's just me but there is something about knowing there are bare tits right next to you and not being able to see them that drives me wild. "Hurry up." I whimpered my hand gravitating toward my now throbbing cock. I fucking crave you."
Minx strutted out in front of me again squatting down her legs lewdly spread as she pulled her thong to the side and slipped her a single finger into her tight pussy. "Will you fuck me there Master?" She slipped a second finger in then sank to her knees leaning back as and thrashing her shoulders around like she was cumming. I nearly tackled her right then. "No, my Master already ready used my pussy." Minx turned her back to me and pressed her cheek to the carpet again pulling the flimsy cloth away as she kept fingering herself. "He used my mouth too; maybe he wants my ass now?" Her fingers moved up finally grabbing that string and tugging steadily and I stared in awe as she pushed the first of the blue balls out her asshole visibly stretching that forbidden hole. "Please Master, fuck my ass. Fuck it nice and hard." She whimpered as her sphincter started to stretch again pushing out a second ball both of them about the same size as a golf ball. For a second I was able to stare into her gaped open ass and see the final ball, and then slowly it shut again. "Fuck your Minx; make her know she's yours."
Minx turned slowly toward me crawling towards me her breasts swaying back and forth as she approached. Her lips moved to my nuts slurping on them for a moment before she snapped to her feet her hands on my knees as she leaned over and started slurping on my cock. Mean while her ass was pushed up into the air as a constant reminder of my treat. Minx made a point of swaying her hips just enough that could hear the anal beads slap against her thighs.
She only slurped long enough to get my cock wet then she spun around putting those dirty toys just inches from my face. "Master can you please pull out the last one?" I grabbed the one of the balls in my hand and gently pulled watching the final orb steadily stretch her open until it fell out. I pushed Minx to her knees, one hand on the back of her neck and pinning her down. Her ass hadn't even had a chance to close all the way when I started fucking ass. "Master . . . it's . . . fucking . . . huge!" She gasped each time I thrust into her it punctuated her sentence.
"Open your mouth." She did as I commanded opening her mouth and took those beads and pushed them two of them into her mouth ballooning her cheeks out like a chipmunk. I could see her tongue moving around inside her mouth cleaning the balls while I fucked her. I pushed a finger into her mouth forcing one of the balls out. I grabbed on either side of her head using the center ball as a combination gag and reigns pulled her head back as I fucked her. She whimpered and pushed back against me grinding her ass against me. After a few minutes like that I leaned back pulling her with me until she was sitting on my cock and I could watch her move up and down on my cock. I dropped the beads and gripped her tits.
"Fuck me harder Master!" Minx squealed as I played with her tits. "You like my tits don't you, you like playing with my big fucking tits don't you Master?" I responded by continuing to play with them, tweaking her nipples and kissing over her the nape of her neck and along her spine occasionally nipping at her shoulder. "Cum for me Master, cum!" Minx turned her head and kissed me fiercely. "I want to taste it when you're done." I came instantly flooding her ass with my cum and nearly passed out at the same time.
Minx scrambled off me and started sucking my cock while I weakly whimpered caught between the pleasure of watching her suck and the that uncomfortable super sensitivity right that had me pushing her away. "Enough enough." Minx gripped my cock and squeezed out the last drop of cum onto her tongue and then swallowed it.
As soon as she finished she curled up at my side and kissed my cheek. "Do you believe me now Master?" I did the only thing I could think. I cupped my Minx's face in my hands pulled her close to me locking my eyes with hers and I kissed her and poured every ounce of love I could muster into that kiss.
They say that they there is a first time for everything, of course we know that's not true. There are plenty of things there will never be a first time for. The vast majority of women will never kneel at man's feet and kiss them; they won't allow themselves to be used as urinals. Most men will never experience a woman as completely as I have Minx. I would never cheapen what she did for me by saying that there is a first time for everything . There is also the fact that a first time for everything implies that that it will happen again. There's a first time you drive, a first time you get laid, a first time you get your heart broken. All of these things are regular parts of the human experience, things that people pity those who've never experienced.
This wasn't one of those experiences either. This was one of those once in a life time experiences. (Encase I'm boring you I'm not rambling I'm searching for the right words, be patient I'm almost done I promise) This was a once in a life time experience that I'll be trying to duplicate as long as I live. It was the perfect once in a life time kiss and for the first time in my life I was so happy that I cried.
