She trembled realizing that she wasn’t going to reject him like all the others. Instead she slowly kissed his soft velvety lips back and his hands slowly explored her body like a new enchanted island. She let out a deep sign and he stopped for just a moment to whisper, “What Kitten?”
She couldn’t help but bite her lively pink lips as she saw the look of ownership come over him. He likes when I call him master.. does he want me to take a step forward and say… “I.. I love that look.”
He smirked, “What look kitten?”
She thought carefully and then without hesitation, “Like you own me.”
All of a sudden she feels excitement rush through her as he kissed and then bit her neck. “Well don’t I?”
Moaning and trying so hard not to show complete vulnerability, she lightly breathed, “yes…”
Swiftly he starts kissing her as if he hadn’t seen her in months. He groaned as a dainty hand grasped the crouch of his jeans. She slowly rubs and his hands move over her breasts, rubbing the spot on her thin tank with his thumb right where he knew it would be. She moans and starts fondling the belt barely holding his jeans on his hips. As one hand stays to play with the newly found friend in her shirt, the other starts to rub her thighs barely brushing that one spot both of them hungered for the touch.
Her skirt moves up to expose black lace that had started to become engulfed in her welcoming party. Temping her more, his fingers dance over her like a vibration from an earthquake. She gets the belt open and starts to rub harder.
All you could hear was the two moan and beg for more. He stops and his face starts to grow a devilish grin as he slides the black lace exposing his prize. “Hmm.. Masters dirty little whore seems to be very wet. Why’s that?”
Did he just… “oh my,” she let out as she shook from the depravation in his voice, “because your whore likes playing with that big hard coc-“
Cutting her off he starts rubbing her clit slowly and in small circles.
“Oh… fuck ya master.”
“ What did you call me?”
She stopped and smiled, “sorry sir.. I guess your little slut just can’t help but saying master out of habit.”
He started to laugh, “ hm.. maybe I should remind who I am and what I expect from my slut,” he demands rubbing a little harder and faster feeling her shake and tremble. Watching her eyes slam shut and she moans and slowly begins rubbing her chest.
She gets his jeans to his knees as he hovers over her rubbing her wet, tight, pussy. She grasps her master’s cock feeling him stand at attention. He let’s out a loud groan and then sees her other hand. “Who said you could play kitten?”
Giggling she let’s out, “But master your so hard and the way your rubbing my tight, wet, little pussy I cant help it.”
Snickering “I guess that’s fine,” he let’s out as she strokes his cock a bit faster.
She can’t help but ask, “whats your fantasy sir?”
Hmm… I like the idea of… “What do you mean?” playing off his thought.
“ Like are you thinking about me and other kittens playing for your cocks entertainment? Her and I kissing, moaning, rubbing.. master tell me.”
At that moment master and master both left the body and sir had full control. “ I want her to slowly kiss down your body while her wet pussy hovers over that talented mouth you have. And right when she hits that sweet spot you both start licking each other, slowly sliding two fingers into each other. Moaning and playing I’d watch and start rubbing my hard cock.”
Heavily moaning and panting they start getting aggressive with there playing. She slides one finger into a place he barely understood and he let out a moan so passionately hot she could feel the flood he was causing. Both had fingers and hands on/in places both couldn’t help but think of the image Sir played with words. He knew is slut was bisexual and flirting with the idea of bringing girl on girl porn home and live.
They had discussed webcaming, online photo teases, and even porn making themselves. His favorite topic was watching her and another girl explore each other. Eat each other. He didn’t want another girl. He didn’t even want to play with another. But the pure lust of his slut and another playing for him to stroke his cock to, was just enough to set his sexual hunger into full drive.
She loved making him lust for her and her fantasy.
He hungered for the thought.
"We would slowly start kissing. My hand rubning her thigh. Slowly down to her.."
He kissed her hard thinking of every detail. He heard her say this wet dream so many times before. The thought of her. Licking. Rubbing. So hot.