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Her Master

Ch. 1: Chapters: 1 2 3

Written by Kristen 

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Her Master's early arrival caught her completely off guard. Not only was she wearing clothes, but also her Master's home was a mess, and she was lying on the couch smoking a cigarette and reading a book. The empty pint of ice cream, full ashtray, empty DP cans, and discarded burger wrappers spoke volumes about what she did not do during his weeklong absence.

He was to be gone for two weeks but there he stood, in the flesh, and looking coldly at her. If this was the first time, which it wasn't, and maybe he had not left written instructions that she had sworn upon her virginal ass, she would abide by, she could hope to get out of this one easy. But she knew better judging by his lack of expression.

Panic seized her immediately and she gave into her flight instincts. She knew her Master to be loving and caring, but she also knew it took a week to fully recover from the last time she had done something like this. She ran for the bathroom like an idiot and locked the door. That delayed the inevitable for about 4 seconds.

Crash, the doorjamb splintered under the weight of his foot and the door swung wide open; there she stood in his dress shirt cowering in the corner by the shower. He stood before her for a few minutes, his breathing even and calm as if he was deep asleep, watching her and waiting for her to try and bolt again. She did not disappoint his anticipation. She jumped up and tried to jump over the toilet and break for the door. He caught a handful of hair midair and yanked her back to earth.

She landed on her back with a thud, and was briefly stunned by the force with which she landed. Gasping to try and catch her breath, yet refusing to open her eyes, she wondered what would come next. She knew his face was close and she heard him sniff. "You smell of junk food and cigarettes, and what's this," she gasped as his fingers roughly penetrated the moist folds between her legs, " you came while I was gone."

The terror struck deep in her. She had broken his cardinal rule, she came without his permission. She kept her eyes closed tightly as she felt his hands move to the collar of the shirt she was wearing. He picked her up roughly and she landed firmly on her feet. The blood rushed to her head and her scalp throbbed where his hand had been holding her hair. He turned her around suddenly and bent her over the toilet she had just tried to escape over and she heard his pants unzip. She tried to relax as much as possible because she knew there would be nothing gentle about this.

"I had gotten pretty hard on the trip here thinking about walking in and surprising my darling slave, and making her cum again and again for being a good baby girl while I was gone. But no! I am greeted by a mess, you in clothes, and you have cum without me here to approve."

She felt a hand in her hair and the other positioning the head of his cock at the opening of her slit and she tried harder to relax. Her Master continued, "I had been tempted to relieve my tension, but the thought of your surprise at me getting home early and the gratitude you would surely show me with that sweet mouth of yours, I waited for you."

And with that he entered her with such force and swiftness she screamed as he bottomed out and lifted her off the floor at the same time. He withdrew almost completely and paused. "I have thought about nothing for the last week besides my poor baby at home all alone and naked, working hard to take care of that which I entrusted to her. I almost called last night to tell you to cum for me on the phone, but stopped knowing I would be home today and I wanted to taste your first orgasm in a week. I wanted your hot," He sank into her again quickly and roughly and withdrew almost completely again. "Tight," he repeated the same brutal stroke. "Pussy, on, my, face, and, your, juices, running, down, my, chin."

With each word he repeated the swift harsh stroke in and out of her ill prepared, now aching, hole. No matter how many times her Master took her, she always had a hard time adjusting to his size. Finally he quit speaking and just pounded her mercilessly.

He bottomed out most strokes and the screams came from her lips with no thought to what she was saying. She begged for forgiveness, she apologized with such repentance in her cries, but all this fell on deaf ears. He continued to pound her pussy like a jackhammer on pavement, and her screams turned to cursing and threats.

By the time she realized what she had done it was too late.
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Apropos nothing...

In a recent study, 74% of women admitted they had sex before marriage.
I guess the remaining 26% were worried it'd annoy the vicar or delay the service!

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