by Amy Brent
I’m annoyed at myself for being so greedy and thinking that I can rise to the challenge of not only over eating, but discussing with a man that’s older than me. He’s most likely been through a lot of things and thinks of me as some little girl, yet he’s not treating me that way. So, I feel the need to talk to him. Not as someone who’s dominant to me, but someone who’s treating me as if I’m one of his peers.
“I don’t know. I think that you want to be here. I felt it earlier, so there’s no doubt of that in my mind. The question as to why you want to be here. Maybe Bond’s your brother or a relative? I’m not sure, and you want to be here to appease him. You follow his lead, and this is his cabin and cook. So, he’s the one in control, and you’re…”
He silences me with a gesture, that catches by surprise. He lifts up his hand and says, “Eat. Because after I’ve finished this plate. I’m looking for dessert. And your pussy’s exactly the place that I’m going to get it. I don’t need Bond’s permission or signal to take exactly what I want.”
I feel guilty at the idea that I’ve offended him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I don’t want you to think that I think that you’re some..”
He laughs, “Pussy!”
I nod and then shake my head; I’m not sure how to react to the way that he’s changed the conversation from a friendly one to an erotic type. I think that I brought it on myself, but I want to have him to myself alone. I did with Bond, but I’ve never been alone with him, and I’m intrigued to find out what happens next. I know what curiosity did to the cat, but as usual, horniness has taken all forms of clear thinking on my part.
I put my fork to the side. Take a sip of the water and declare, “I’m done!”
He has a wicked smile on his face as he stands up and says, “Good.”
I know that I’m not going to regret provoking him. Maybe I did it on purpose, either way, I know that kitchen’s going to be redecorated. Between my pussy, that’s aching and wants to rest one minute, but the second Master suggests that we fuck on top of the table. My sex starts to go wild. It wants him so badly that it’s nearly screaming out his name. Not his real name, just the word Master over and over again.
My nipples are hard, as if on an automatic dial. My body’s reacting as if it’s back to being a virgin again. No part of me’s been touched, but that’s all he has to do to get me excited. Just the promise of it. I feel guilty that I’ve provoked him in some way, but then there’s another part of me that feels good knowing that I’ve brought out the animal in him. He’s been the calm one up until now. I’m about to see the animal side of him. I should be scared, but I feel the complete opposite as I think that I can’t wait to see how he behaves when he takes control of the situation. The explosion that’s about to take place in the kitchen.
Chapter Sixteen
Darren
I think about the fire that she’s started inside of me. She’s going to regret even saying that I need Bond to wipe my butt. She has no idea what I’m like in bed. This is a fucking game; I was playing along with my best friend to get rid of the darkness buried inside of me.
My wife leaving mom and me running off and hurting my dad in ways that I never knew were imaginable. Mom’s my last living relative, and I go out of my way to appease her. Thinking that she brought me up. I need to show her respect, and there was love between us a long time ago. Maybe it’ll come back again. The more I try to please her, the more I start to see that somewhere along the way I’d been blinded by her true colors. Dad must have been too because I still don’t understand why he took his life over her. She left him, and he should have been celebrating instead of thinking about ways to top himself. To make matters worse, she didn’t fucking care. The first thing she asked when he’d been declared dead, and I called to tell her the news was, “Is his will in place?”
They weren’t even married, and she’d not only sucked the life out of him. But she was happy to take all his money too.
I shake my head as I think about my wife is no different to my mom. I may still have a heartbeat, but I was on the road to destruction until Ferguson came along and showed me the way. He wanted me to have fun and have the best Christmas of my life. That’s exactly what I intend to do, as I smash the glasses and plates to the floor.
“You think that I need Bond to tell me what to do in the bedroom?”
She shakes her head as if all of a sudden she’s lost her tongue. I make enough noise to show that I’m in control and if Ferguson’s asleep, he’s going to wake up.
I look up at her and see that she’s biting on her bottom lip. She looks so hot when she does that. It’s as if she knows that I’m ready to take her any second along and I don’t need permission from anyone. Including Ferguson.
“I’m fucking hungry for your sweet pussy!”
I spring in front of her and take her by my side. I know that I’m making her wet. Lust is written all over her face as my hunger for her pussy reaches a new height. Ferguson could come in the room right now, and he couldn’t join me. I wouldn’t let him. I’m so fucking desperate for her that there’s no holding me back as I lift her up on to the table. My legs slide into place as I pull her sex against the bulge in my boxers. That’s the only thing that I have on my body as I saw her leaving the bed and grabbing a robe. I knew that it was my time to be with her. Ferguson had his fun, and I’d hoped to have mine. I just didn’t expect to have to wait so long.
I lift her up on to the table. Her legs slid into place around mine I fucking made sure that her sex came to rest on the bulge ever growing in my boxers.
She's mine and nothing she could do would make me change my mind. I’m as firm as a stone, as I press against her with an urgency that’s impossible to ignore. The temperature in the kitchen is escalating, not because there’s anything on the stove, but just the body heat that we’re making as I rub against her body.
Soft whimpers leave her mouth as I grip her roughly while grinding my cock against her. I don’t hesitate in pulling her in for a kiss. She’s breathing into my mouth, and the hot air’s driving me insane. The pressure’s so fucking intense as I think that I’m going to fucking come and I haven’t even entered her yet.
I want to taste every part of her as I grab hold of her chest and I start sucking on her nipples which were rubbing against my chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” I snarl as I move to each nipple and the only response is her moans as my tongue laces a pattern across her chest. I kiss and lick in slow circles while sucking on her nipples and teasing them with the brush of my teeth. I’m sure that she can feel my stubble against her skin, but she’s not complaining or even complaining about the irritation as I indulge her body with my lips.
My hand travels up her legs, and I start to grind my cock deeper in between her legs. To the place that I’m taking my time in entering and before I even reach the entrance of her pussy, she’s practically dripping, and I can feel the wetness on the outside. No doubt inside her pussy’s soaking for me.
“Shit, you’re so fucking wet for me.”
She raises her head slightly from the table and says, “What are you waiting for? Take me. You’ve got me all excited, and I want to see what you can do.”
“Are you sure that you were a virgin before yesterday?”
She doesn’t say a word, but I can tell that she’s thinking about what I said, maybe because she thinks that we want virgins. The innocent type of girls and now she’s presented herself as being so much less than that. She’s probably thinking that we don’t want her here anymore. I rub my fat cock against her dripping pussy showing her, that this is far from the case. We want her, and my cock can’t wait to enter so that we can be one. I’ll make her scream so fucking loud, that she’ll be laughing about what she said earlier about needing Ferguson. Like a dog in heat, she’ll need put down by the time I’m finished with her.
“Yes, but you’ve turned me from a delicate flower to a beast in the space of twenty-four hours.
”
I’m surprised by her words and wonder if that’s what participating in something like this does to a person? Maybe that was the point that Ferguson was making earlier when he said about a woman not knowing what she wants and then everything falls into place once they’re a baby. Once they’re opened to a different world, one that shows them the true meaning of their sexuality and that can’t let go of it. Once they connect to it, then that’s it.
I can’t believe that she has changed from having no confidence, to too much in the space of five minutes. I slowly draw a single finger along her opening.
“Fuck! You’re so wet. But I’m wondering if you taste as sweet as you seem.”
I dip my finger so deep as she arches her back on the table. I take my time as I take it out and her pussy muscles clench my finger as if she’s feeling the emptiness in between her pussy and is desperate to have it back. I take my finger and then put it in my mouth. I suck on it slowly and then she blurts out, “Fuck me!”
I may just have to accommodate her because she tastes so fucking sweet. I take her by the hops and hoist up as I get closer towards her and then I break away and drop my boxers. Not just around my knees but to the floor. I kick them to the side as I roll them down to my feet and then I want to be in a position where I have all of her in my hand. None of her’s going to be filled up. As I stand up and seize her with a powerful grip as I plunge my shaft into her pussy. I bury it all the way to the base in one explosive thrust.
“Fuck,” I cry out in my primal rage. The one that I’ve been fighting ever since we came into the kitchen. I wanted to take her slowly, but now I can feel that her pussy’s adjusting to accommodate my girth.
The strength of my motion must sting against her body, but she doesn’t cry out in pain. If anything she cries out strictly out f pleasure. It’s as if she inspires me to drive harder into her as she screams out, “You feel amazinngggg.”
I’m confident that my cock’s stretching her out like nothing she’s ever felt before. She moans as I fill her up and every muscle cinches my cock. It’s as if it’s savoring the pressure and I put both my hands on her shoulders and yank her in closer. It gives me more leverage as I grind against her. I fuck her with the desperation of the animal that’s burning inside of me. It feels fucking amazing as I’m not giving only taking. Before I’ve been a lover that only wants to give pleasure. Never take it. Not today, I’m claiming her orgasm. The intensity ignited something inside me, a kind of deep-seated passion I’d never known before and I knew that she wasn’t going to last long. Her cries were lasting longer and longer. They were uncontrollable as I could feel that she was close to getting to the point of no return. It wouldn’t be long, as her muscles clenched tighter against her body.
She starts to jerk on the table and with a grunt, I growl, “I’m not fucking done.”
She seems to think that coming, reliefs her from making my sperm spill inside her tight pussy. I seize her by the things and flip her face-down on the table.
She gazes back at me, breathless and quivering; then I slide closer to her while pressing my swollen head against her cleft.
“Do it again!”
She’s begging me to take her again, even though seconds ago, she’d just come. I lean in closer and gaze at her for a second; I wonder if it’s all an act. The same way that it was when she was back in the office. Maybe this time she’s doing it again, to prove a point. I start to push myself against her while rocking back and forth. I’ll figure out if she’s sincere as I use one hand to stroke her clit.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
She nods, but that’s not good enough. I need her to beg. I need her to stroke my ego so fucking hard that as much as I’m dying to come inside her right now. I’ll hold back if she doesn’t do as I say, “Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
She says without hesitation, once again that’s not good enough for me.
I start to thrust inside of her pussy. I’m tempted to go anal, but I know for a fact that she’s sore from earlier. The table vibrates as I know that I’m pushing her to the limit. The more I take her, the harder she wants me to go. It’s as if she can’t get enough of me, all the of the time. The noises from my throat became more guttural, as my thrusts become longer and harder, it’s s if I’m not here and lost in my world.
I know that Ida’s underneath me, and I should be worried that I’m hurting her, but I can’t help but take it to the next step. Every time I want to make sure that she’s alright then I hear her screaming louder as she holds on to the table. It’s as if her body wants more of me. I’m giving her more pleasure than she’s ever known. And the crazy part of it is that I’m totally in control.
This time I’m ready to be pushed to the edge, there’s no holding back as I think about coming and only concentrate on taking her deeper and letting my cock do all the work.
“Yes!”
Ida screams at the top of her lungs; it’s as if the louder she screams, the deeper my cock enters her pussy. It clings on to it like a fucking glove. It’s an incredible feeling. Something that money and love can’t buy. We wanted to be with her for Christmas day, and that was it. Before she got here, we decided to make it two more days. Now, I wish it was a fucking week. This woman’s doing magical things to my cock, without even trying and then the relief comes as I scream, “Fucking yeah!”
That’s when my hips start going out of control like a fucking pistol. It’s as if I’m shooting hot sperm into her over and over again. I think that I’m done and then my hips jerk some more. What the fuck has Ida done to us?
She’s turning us from men that are fully in control with every thing in their lives to one’s that are losing their minds. The only sounds are the claps of Ferguson who’s just entered the kitchen.
“That was a fucking fuck of the century, and you decided to play without me,” he sighs as he comes nearer and I move away from Ida, and she’s still trying to get up from the table.
“I know, sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”
He winks as he continues to stroke her hair, “I’m sure that you could control yourself. You just wanted to play alone. I’m disappointed Master.”
Ida’s still trying to catch her breath as I walk away from the kitchen leaving Ferguson to clean up the mess. I feel good about taking control and fucking the life out of Ida. Ferguson no doubt will be annoyed that he’ll have to wait for something for one time in his life. I laugh as I think about what she said about acting like Ferguson’s little helper. She’d realized that I was far from it, every time she screamed at the top of her lungs, and I slowly peeled away all the little pieces that were inside of her and left her helpless on top of the kitchen table.
Chapter Seventeen
Ferguson
I feel a connection with her; it's as if I’ve known her all my life. My cock gets erect every time that she’s near. If she stays with me any longer, then I think that I won’t have any cock left. It’ll just drop off if I fuck her one more time. She’s an addiction, one that my cock’s loving a bit too much. I need this to be our last night together, and I can tell by the look on his face that Darren’s just enjoying her company just as much as I am right now.
She’s the type of girl that I could sit down and talk with, but that’s never the type of girl that I want to fuck. There’s always a distinct difference between one that I’ll fuck and another that I’ll take to dinner or even an opera. There’s no difference with Ida, and that should scare the fuck out of me, but it does the complete opposite. It just makes me want to get to know her more.
“Tell me, Ida. Why does a nice girl like you sign-up for a competition like this?”
She hesitates as she answers. Her face darts between Darren and mine as if I’ve asked her a trick question.
She smiles, “Well my bestie Amy says that ever since her sugar daddy looked after her, her life’s changed.”
