Naughty or Nice

NAUGHTY OR NICE My Master had told me he would be home around 7. He was taking me out on the town. I knew what he wanted me to wear. His favorite (and mine) black evening dress. Just short enough. I was wearing a black bra and French cut panties. Gossamer thin, and delicate, I knew he loved how they would frame my hips, and contrast against my skin. Finally, to complete the ensemble, I wore a black choker. I knew that my Master loved the graceful lines of my neck, and this accent complemented it perfectly, announcing to him that I was sexy, his slave, and willing to do anything for him. Anything. I was getting a bit anxious, all in a good way, as 7 o?clock approached. I could always count of my Master to have a wonderful night planned for me. Sometimes it was as if I were a princess, treated as royalty, and sent to heights at the end of the evening with long slow love making, where my Master attended to my every need and left me warm and content as we drifted off together. On the other end, he might throw me on the kitchen floor, tie me up with my own stockings and throat fuck me leaving my face a mixed stream of mascara and tears. Then after pumping his load of cum down my throat, he would tie me to the table, and leave me on the floor for an hour or so as he went out for a drink. Or cum on my face and leave me there, helpless, letting his seed dry on my skin. I was subject to his every whim. There were times of great humiliation, and days of fairy tale endings, but God help me, either way, naughty or nice, I loved it so. I heard a car drive up, and I peeked out the curtain, already feeling warm with anticipation for what the evening might bring. To my surprise there was a limousine stretched out on the drive. Wow, I thought, looks like a real special night for sure. As I watched, the chauffeur, decked out in cap and driving gloves, got out of the car and went to the back door to open it for my Master. He got out and caught my eye as I peered past the drapes. My Master was carrying a beautiful bouquet of flowers just for me. The chauffeur closed the door and followed the Master of the house, and the Master of my heart, to the door. He opened the front door, and as he walked in he told the driver, ?That will be all? for now?. He held out the flowers, and said, ?For my Sweet Baby?. I thanked him as I took them from him and in the same motion hugged him around the neck and kissed him, warm and soft on the mouth. I wanted him in my mouth, then inside me. I still wasn?t sure which way the evening would turn. He was so sweet to me, and loving, but I had been mistaken before. I was startled when I opened my eyes from our kiss to find the chauffeur was back in the house and standing inside the door. My Master recognized my concern, smiled, and said, ?Baby this is Jared, your driver for the evening.? ?My driver?? I asked. ?Yes, yours?. Enjoy. My Master gave me one last kiss and walked out of the house! I was shocked. All of this happened so fast. I know I had told him about my fantasies, but was this really happening, on this evening, on this day!? What was he telling me? Was he treating me? Testing me? He did say it was MY driver and to ENJOY. What was I supposed to do? Go shopping? As I was thinking this through I was looking at Jared, who was tall and handsome, to be sure. In his uniform he looked as much like a butler as a chauffeur, but hardly a meaningful distinction at this point. He started to take off his coat, then his tie, then shirt?and it became quite clear what was intended. A hot blush came over my face as this scene unfolded before me. As if in an instant, he was standing there, shirtless. Dark and nicely fit, but not overly so. He must have seen the twinkle flash in my eye and he gave an ever so slight smile. I was thinking what to say when the silly questions, ?What is this all about??, came out of my mouth. I giggled a bit as I heard my own voice in a mix of comic relief and nervousness. He responded, that he was under instruction by my Master to provide me with an evening of sexual pleasures, and that he was under strict orders to do whatever I wanted him to do. I had often fantasized about a night like this and my Master was providing it for me. I didn?t know where it would end up but, I was about to know how it would begin. ?Well then, come on over here?, I said. I sat on the couch and tugged on his belt, and unfastened his pants and let them drop to the floor. I could see in the outline of his boxers that he was well on his way and I couldn?t wait to see what was in store for me. I pulled the band of his shorts down, leaning forward then looking up to see his magnificent cock right at the level of my painted red lips. I could feel the heat rising in my quim and I moved my hips a little into the couch responding to the precious ache in my pussy. I grabbed his cock and moved my hand over it taking in its dimensions and feeling it grow harder as I did. I had seen many pictures and movies of the scenario that I was indulging in, and found myself getting deeper into the intoxicating aura of wild and reckless passion. I took that big black cock between my lips. I let it touch the back of my throat before pulling away and looked at the sheen of the black skin made wet with my mouth. I wanted to suck it, but more than anything else I wanted that slab of meat in my pussy. This was an instrument for my pleasure, and my pleasure that night was to have my pussy ravaged by a strange cock. It was my turn to be in control. My Master had given me this toy for the evening, and I was going to use it to my benefit. The taboo associated with it, the hard black cock, the surprise of my sexy situation, and most of all my hot, aching pussy, already swollen and sopping wet in anticipation. I didn?t need any foreplay. Didn?t want any! It was all about this big dick in my twitchy pussy. I lay back on the couch with my increasingly wrinkled black dress pulled above my hips. He pulled off my panties and exposed my smoothly shaven pussy. My Master insisted that I keep myself neatly shorn so as to have nothing to impede my pleasure?and my pain. I moved my ass to the edge so I could spread my legs and take full measure of that cock. He moved into a kneeling position and placed the head of his cock at the top of my pussy and moved it up and down, to see if I was wet enough. I almost pulled him in through heat, wetness, and sheer lust. But I bit my lip, spread my arms out next to me and said, ?Fuck that sweet pink pussy ?and I want you to fuck it hard.? Before I had finished my command that black cock disappeared inside of me. The rush of pleasure caused me to coo, and I closed my eyes as he began to pump his hips and give me the pleasure that I deserved. I tightened my eyes as the electricity flowed through me. I hummed a perfect note of pleasure at we found our rhythm. Opening my eyes and looking at him, with that lustful, sultry, soft eyed glare, knowing the power it had over men, feeling my first orgasm build, I uttered in a husky, sexy voice, ?That?s it, pound that sweet pussy. Harder!? He obeyed. He took his arms and placed them under my knees. Pulling me forward still further, my ankles now on his shoulders, his arms supporting my legs, he plowed into me like an convict who hadn?t dipped cunt for 5 years. I was about to cum, and suspended any sense of restraint and met his every thrust with my own. The couch was shaking and banging against the wall, and pictures rattled. There was one lingering thought in my mind, and it flashed for an instant. My Master demanded that no matter what dalliance I engaged in, there were two acts that were forbidden to me. No man, other that he, could cum in my pussy, or on my face. Those were strictly his domains, and he relished those limits, in a strange way, as a respect to me. Having cum on my face, he saw that as a submissive gesture a sexy slave girl reserved only for her Master. He loved that. I loved it. No matter the abuses I happily endured for his pleasure, I knew he thought I was beautiful, and I treasured my obedient supplication by allowing my Master to accent my beauty with the raw contrast of the, hot, pearly gobs of his cum. I was his masterpiece. As for my pussy, and cum in there, it was almost the opposite. Sure, he fucked me every way imaginable, but he also made sweet love to me. That?s where that rule came from. He obviously wanted me to enjoy other men (as I had at the moment a black buck pounding the shit out of me), but his love for me, and relished its natural release in a passionate and perfect unity. That, too, was my Master?s exclusive domain, and his alone?forever. He loves me. And God knows I love him, too. And in a momentary lapse, I was about to fuck it up! But as this instant and thoughts quickly passed, I was simply lost in the selfish passion. I could only imagine how my pussy looked with that thick black cock plying in and out. Soft folds soaking wet, slick and stretched to perfect friction, my velvet walls wrapped around that ebony, rock hard shaft?then it hit me, like a thunderbolt. A shattering orgasm that had me grunting and growling like a whore. I had lost control of my senses and wanted only to feel the spasm and shudder of my pleasure. He was there too, as he pushed even harder and drove those long stabbing strokes into a blend of orgasms, shooting that hot, illicit cum deep into me, leaving us aglow, and perfectly short of breath. As I slowly regained my composure I sat up. His softening cock fell out of my cum filled snatch. I told him to stand up, once again bringing that lovely cock to the level of my lips. It was a glaze of my juices and his cum, and in spite of the realization of what had occurred, I took him into my mouth. I was still in the sexy warmth of my orgasm, and the taste of my musk and its wonderful scent, and the cream I had milked from him with my pussy, was a nice dessert, a delicacy that I savored. I took his half erect cock amazingly right to the hilt. It slid down my throat with the blend of soft oils mixed together to render it effortless?and besides I had to get rid of the evidence! If my Master found out that I had let him cum inside of me, I didn?t know what would happen. I feared the worst, but like being intoxicated, my sex caused me to be impaired. And to be honest, it just felt so damn good. I pulled him from my mouth and said in a husky voice, ?There, nice and clean?now you clean me up?? ?Ma?am??, he said? I spoke slowly, knowing he didn?t expect this request or better yet, this command, but I also knew that my Master had ordered him to do whatever I wanted, and I wanted him to eat his own cum out of my pussy. Besides, as my orgasms added up, they grew more intense, and I wanted my first encore to have the dual effect of ridding myself of his spunk, and reaching a tooth loosening orgasm with my legs wrapped around his head. Fuck him. It was all about me. I said simply, ?Back down on your knees and clean-me-up?lick my pussy?. He obeyed, of course, and licked and lapped like a hungry, yet very obedient servant. Determined to please and respectful of the lady of the manor. He started with broad stokes of his tongue to get gobs of his goo. I could feel my creamy pie oozing and I tightened my pussy to make his feast more abundant. He pushed his tongue inside me and spooned out what he could, and the whole time I am moving to the edge of another orgasm?sensing my release he locked onto to me. Like suckling a ripe peach, sealed with the lips, yet fashioned with the tongue, a warm sybian to work my hips and move my pussy against. It was wonderful, as once again, I was in complete control. Soon enough I was bucking like a wild filly as he put his elbows under my knees and held onto my thighs, determined to tame me through the exhilaration and exhaustion. My tits had long since fallen out of my dress, and I tweaked one really hard as I grabbed the back of his head for a little more?and there it was, the nirvana of oral ecstasy. I again, made unapologetic sounds a sexual pleasure; that painful, erotic ecstasy, with my brow furrowed as if in deliriously, pleasurable, agony. Gyrating my hips unabashedly, to draw that final volt of orgiastic closure. Oh, the sounds I made, so erotic, so guttural, and so very sexy. I am sure the animal kingdom would have understood the primal howl of this, now, untamed woman, knowing what she wanted and getting every bit of it. With my pussy licked clean, I lay back on the couch, content, yet well aware of my transgressions. It occurred to me too, that another reason my Master was so sensitive about other men?s cum in my pussy was, perhaps, it didn?t appeal to him to complete his own masterful oral work on me and get a sample of some guy?s seed. Now that would really piss him off. Christ, if he ever found out, I might get the caning of my life! Better be safe. ?Draw me a bath?, I said, as my mind danced between the erotic and the surreal. He left me and I began to try to straighten myself a bit when I heard from behind me, ?Hey baby?how was that?? It was my Master! Had he been there all the time? He walked around the couch as I continued to freshen up. I was beaming. I was surprised and so happy to see him. I reached out my hand, but he walked to the coffee table. Surprisingly, silent, stern faced, he picked up the TV remote, which and turned it on. I could see both of us on the screen. I began to realize?and there it was! He had taped the whole thing! My God. If he didn?t already know, he soon would. ?Get up!?, he snapped at me. He knew. And he knew that I knew. All of a sudden I was feeling as though the world might crash in on me. I stood, looking a bit disheveled as I had just been ridden hard all over that couch. Twice! And glancing down, I got a glimpse, the black bastard didn?t have the good sense to clean up the couch. For just being screwed, now I was really SCREWED! Without a word, my Master, with his powerful hands grabbed me by my hair and led me to the door. He said, ?I want you to get the fuck out of here. If you can?t abide me my very simple rules?.just get the fuck out! It is clear that you?d rather bang a black buck than?well, just fuck it!? I was mortified. He was insane with anger and almost dragged me through the front door, now pushing my head forward with his hands still tangled in my hair He pushed me to the Limo, opened the back door and pushed me in face down onto the seat. As the door slammed behind me in the darkened car, all I could hear was the last words of my Master??All bets are off?. Before I knew what was happening, the door was closed and there were hands tearing at my clothes at every direction. Apparently, the chauffeur was driving around with his buddies in the car. I could feel the car moving forward as a cock was pushed in my mouth, then another, and another? I had five black cocks pushing for attention of my mouth. My heart was beating out of my chest. I didn?t know what to think. Should I resist, should I submit, what did my Master want me to do? How did he know I would disobey him? What I found out is I didn?t have much choice in the matter. They were going to have their way with me and there was nothing I could do?nothing. So I did what I could to do what now what I wanted to do, and that was to enjoy it! One of them forced his cock in my mouth after they all figured out that it was a lot more effective, one at a time ?(I was more interested in what their dicks could do for me...not how smart they were). He grabbed the back of my head, forcing his massive cock down my throat. I wanted this! Just one step deeper into an evening of complete and unfettered debauchery. The medium was sex, and I would be the canvas upon which it would be painted. After that everything was a blur. I was ravaged every way imaginable. Even my virgin ass was plied open with one of those rock hard cocks. I was filled in every conceivable way. It was a swirl of sick, brutal and perfect fucking. I was being tossed around like a doll. And when most women would have whimpered at the treatment, I was demanding??Is that all you got, you black motherfucker!?? As one might guess, they got a little rougher, but never too rough for me. It was a tapestry of spit, and cum, as I poured my own juices as they pounded me. I was totally violated. Reduced to a plaything, for their amusement, and they will never know how much it turned me on. Or maybe they had a sense of it. The way I hungrily sucked their balls, or the way I bucked my hips when they were pummeled me. I was loving it. They shot their loads wherever it suited them. In me, and on me. They never spoke. They kneaded my plump ass, sucked my tits to soreness, picked me up, and bounced me on their cocks. There wasn?t a cock that didn?t look or feel like a summer sausage. They were huge, and I was going to make them all limp, not because it?s what they wanted, it?s what I wanted. Though I am the sexy slave girl to my Master, I have an alter ego known only to me. I too can take charge, but with this group it wasn?t through force or intimidation, but through my taking pleasure in everything they did. I came a half a dozen times during that ride?come to think of it, as much as I was taking a ride, to those black bucks, I was the ride, like a fucking amusement park! I felt the car come to a halt. And as the last guy flicked the last bead of cum on my nose, they gathered up their things and got out. The car took off again and it was just me and the driver now. I had nothing. My dress was in shreds, my bra and panties were nowhere to be found. Again, I was the canvas and on me was the story of sex. I had cum running out of pussy, out of my ass. It had run into my ears, and I had nothing to clean myself with. The car stopped again, and I realized I was home. At least it was dark so I could run to the house without being seen. I was trying to figure out my next move when the door opened. It was my Master. He had been driving all the time He knew what I was in for..Of course he did. Was he punishing me, or was he giving me a gift of a fantasy fulfilled? He asked, and what do you think you?re doing? I didn?t know how to answer. I didn?t know whether to laugh or cry. ?What is that on my seat!?? I looked and it was a mix of cum and pussy juice. ?Well, clean it UP!? ?With what??, I whimpered. With your tongue. A perfect meal for a perfect slut. I did as he commanded, of course, and shamelessly felt myself getting horny, again, with my Master watching me. Then everything changed. ?Enough, for now?, my Master said. He opened the door and took my hand. He helped me out of the car. Still completely naked, except for my choker, he swept me up into his arms. I was startled by this, as I thought that he was angry, somehow, by the whole thing. I put my arms around his neck and placed my head against his chest. He carried me effortlessly and the animal lust which a had just engaged was fading in its hold on me. Though I let myself go, and took animal pleasure in being pounded by those young studs, it was just that, the basic primordial pleasure of sex. Being in my Master?s arms, was simply so much more than that. He nudged the door open with his foot and carried me to the bathroom. The bathroom was aglow with candles. The tub was overflowing with bubbles, and there was a glass of champagne on the stand beside it. He lowered my sex battered body into the water. He kissed me on the lips, and as he always does, kissed the base of my neck, right at curve of where my shoulder begins. I would have traded the whole evening for the warmth and assurance of that kiss. As he closed the door behind him, I saw a new black dress hanging on the back of the door. The night was not yet over, after all. I lay back in the tub while I smiled and wondered what was in store for me. I was sure, naughty or nice, I would love it so. Then he walked away to leave me alone with my thoughts, then he turned and smiled and said, ?Happy Birthday, Sweet baby, I do love you so.? 8903 1.37/512345