by Powerone
Sarah walked over to him, her arms at her sides. “Yes, sir."
His hands reached out for her hips, pulling her towards him. His robe briefly parted, his hard cock partially exposed. “Is your ass sore today, Sarah?” He turned her body until her back was facing him. He slapped her ass cheek, “do I have to repeat myself,” another slap to her ass.
"No, Master Michael. Yes, it was sore this morning, in fact it still is,” feeling his hands begin to casually run over her ass as if he owned her. She felt them grab her cheeks hard, his hand compressing her ass flesh.
"Hold still while I remove your skirt again, I want to see,” his fingers undoing the buttons and quickly stripping the skirt from her body. “Step out of it, Sarah, now the blouse, remove the blouse, quickly now, I don't have all day."
Sarah was quickly stripped down to her camisole, panties, garter belt and stockings, her back to Michael. She felt the hands on her silk panties, feeling them pinch and mold her ass cheeks.
"Legs apart, quickly now, more, that's good,” her legs now over three feet wide, perched high atop her high heels. “Now bend over and grab your ankles with your hands and stay in the position while I inspect you. Yes, bend over,” his hand on her back, forcing her to bend in the middle, her ass pushing out seductively into his face. “That's a good girl, now look between your legs at me, yes, don't look away."
Sarah felt humiliated as she was forced to bend over and grab her ankles. With her legs spread, she was open, his face directly in front of her ass, pushed out by the position before him. She looked up at him, everything upside down, the blood rushing to her brain. He was staring at her ass, his fingers running over her flesh, teasing along the crease between her legs, gently pulling stray pussy hairs out, her gasps of pain begging him to find more.
He pulled her panties tighter over her ass cheeks until he could make out the outline of her ass crack. He pulled higher, pushing them tighter into her pussy, her pussy lips forced to separate as they pushed in. His fingers started tracing the crack of her ass, down to her pussy, his fingers pushing in deeper, feeling the wetness begin to flow beneath her trapped panties. “Getting wet again, Sarah? He watched her face between her spread legs, his fingers running up and down her split pussy lips. He slapped her ass hard, “on your knees in front of me, quickly now,” pulling open his robe, his hard cock springing free. “Make me cum again; I don't have to teach you again, do I?"
Sarah could feel her pussy getting wet again; spread open for him as he played with her pussy through her wet panties. She stood back up again and got down on her knees before him. “No, Sir, I know what to do to please you.” Her hand reached out to his cock, grabbing it with one hand, her other hand searching for his hanging balls. She began to masturbate him again, her hand moving mechanically up and down his cock, blowing on his cock with her hot breath, squeezing his balls gently. All her tasks were geared to making him cum.
"When I cum, make sure I shoot on your face this time. I don't want it on your clothes. And keep your eyes open, I want to see your eyes when I cum,” leaning back in the chair as this lovely little girl masturbated him, her small hands stroking his cock up and down. He watched her face, only inches from his cock as she blew on it, making it jerk in uncontrollable pleasure. She was good. But tonight was the last night she would be masturbating him. Tomorrow, Saturday, she would be using her mouth to satisfy him. And he would be using his new spanking bench. He watched as he approached his climax, her hands moving faster, knowing what she was doing to him. “Closer, move your face closer,” he ordered her as his balls finally shot the first load of cum out his cock, hitting her directly on her nose, some already dripping down to the end. She jerked back as the first load hit her, surprised by the hot cum. He fired another load of hot, drippy cum on her cheek this time, almost hitting her mouth. “Don't wipe it off until I tell you to.” He grabbed her head and pulled it forward, “jerk harder, make me cum one more load, Sarah.” She obeyed, forcing another load of cum from his balls, his hands forcing her face closer. This load shot directly onto her clenched lips, the hot load already glistening on her lips. He moved his fingers over her lips, moving his cum around, spreading it on her lips from one side of her mouth to the other. “Now lick your lips clean, Sarah, I don't want anything left on your lips."
Sarah felt degraded as he shot his first load of cum on her face, then another, feeling the hot, thick cum slowly dripping down her face. He had told her not to wipe it. She felt hands grab her face, pulling it closer, ordering her to jerk another load of cum out of him. She knew where he was going to put the next load, clenching her lips tightly, waiting for it. She jerked his cock until it shot out, landing on her clenched lips. Then she heard it, his orders.
"Lick your lips until they are clean."
She didn't want to, but she couldn't resist. She had tasted his cum on her fingers last night as she masturbated. Cleaning her fingers as she came, rolling his cum around her mouth as her fingers masturbated herself to climax. She let her tongue come out and slowly slide sensuously over her lips, grabbing up the still hot cum and pushing it into her mouth, tasting the thick, salty fluid, her tongue on her lips again, searching for more.
"Now get out of here, I have to get ready for tonight."
Sarah grabbed her clothes and ran from the room, cum still on her nose and cheek, tears in her eyes. She went to her room, cuddled up in a ball, sobbing, humiliated at what he had forced her to perform. Her fingers moved down to her wet pussy, finding her hard clit and began to rub it, her hips moving on the bed until she climaxed again. Her fingers wiped his cum from her face and pushed it into her mouth as she came, her fingers trapped between her legs.
Sarah sat up in the bed, a look of fright on her face. She felt like something was wrong. She wasn't sure what it was, it was just an uncomfortable feeling as you have when you wake up from a bad dream. It was barely dawn, the light already starting to come through the window. She thought she saw some movement over in the corner of the room, her head turning quickly. Her eyes were still half closed, able to only make out a dark shadow.
"Master Michael, is that you?” A hint of terror in her voice as her eyes finally focused on the chair in the corner of the room. She could now see Michael sitting in the corner of the room, still dressed in the tuxedo that he had worn out last night. He was staring at her.
"No need to be frightened, Sarah. After all, this is MY house! I told you I have a right to go anywhere in it at any time.
Sarah pulled the blanket up to her neck, aware that she was only wearing a silk negligee that highlighted her body very tightly. “I'm sorry Sir; I didn't mean it that way. I was just startled to see you there. I didn't hear you come in."
"You will have to get use to me, I intend to make full use of my house and that includes your room. Now quickly get out of bed and come over here. It is Saturday and you have many chores to do for the day. Now hurry, I don't have all day to wait for you!"
Sarah jumped out of the bed. She straightened out her negligee, the silky fabric clinging to her body like a second skin. It went down to a little ways past her knees, but she felt naked. The top was low cut, allowing ample naked flesh to the eyes, a slit cut down between her breasts, revealing her cleavage. The rest of the garment clung to her body, highlighting her hourglass waist, her tight ass and you could almost discern her sex mound.
Michael watched as she moved towards him, her hips swaying seductively, her bare feet lightly tapping on the floor. He had been out all last night drinking with his friends. Naturally there were many women, but he didn't want them last night. Every since he began to teach Sarah how to satisfy his sexual urges, that is all he could think about. He had been sitting in the chair for over an hour, watching Sarah sleeping, the sunrise slowly bringing its light into the room. He could see the innocence in her face, the innocence that he would soon take from her. He had watched her breathing, his cock becoming hard as he imagine her hands stroking it. When her mouth opened slightly, he ima
gined his cock slipping between her sensuous lips, her hot breath bathing his cock. He could not wait until tonight. No, he wanted her to satisfy him now.
Sarah saw his hands outstretched, urging her forwards towards him. Was he going to make her jerk off his cock again and shoot all over her face? She moved forward, not wanting to make him angry, hoping to avoid any more punishment. She stared straight ahead as she felt his hands already begin to run over her body. His hands grabbed her hips, naked beneath the negligee and turn her until her back was to him. She felt his hands slide over her ass cheeks, his fingers clenching on them. She let her ass cheeks relax, knowing the punishment for tightening her cheeks and refusing to allow him complete access to her body.
Michael just loved the feel of her flesh beneath his fingers, his cock hard as he ran his hands over her haunches, feeling her young body. “Your legs spread your legs for me,” he ordered her. He saw her legs move outward, drawing the negligee tighter on her body. He let his hands slide down between her legs until he reached the bottom of the negligee, then moving up again, this time the negligee pushed aside as he did. His hands reached the juncture of her thighs, feeling the hairy mound of her sex, his cock jumping in his pants as he visualized her red hair pussy. He wanted to see her naked and he wanted to see her now. “I want to watch as you take a bath. Run the water for it while I get more comfortable."
Sarah had never been completely naked before him. Now he wanted her to strip for him and take a bath while he watched. Hesitantly she moved to the bath, putting the drain plug in and running the hot water. She watched as Michael moved his chair over to the tub, sitting it prominently at the head of the tub. He would have an unobstructed view of her from the front. She put in some bubble bath, hoping that it might obscure some of his view when she got into the water.
"Turn towards me, Sarah. Lower the straps of your negligee. I have never seen your breasts naked before, but I do see your hard nipples pointing out. I remember you told me you had large nipples. I will soon to find out. Slowly, tease me a little, Sarah,” laughing as he said it.
She was always proud of her breasts though they were on the small side. Some of the other girls had large breasts and she knew that in five years they would be hanging down to their belly button. She allowed the straps of the negligee to slide slowly down her arms, one hand crossed in front of her, keeping the negligee from falling down in the front and exposing her breasts. She allowed the top to lower, her hands clutching her breasts, hiding them from Michael's view as she pulled her arms out of the straps. Her hand was the only thing keeping the negligee up in the front. She saw Michael move his hand down to his pants, his fingers sliding the zipper down. He reached inside and grabbed his cock, brining it out, his hand gripping it tightly.
"You make my cock hard, Sarah; you know what you are going to have to do, don't you?"
She looked at his hand, stroking the huge cock as he watched her. Soon he would force her to do it, stroke it until he came again. “Yes, sir,” she replied.
"Your tits, let me see your tits,” Michael getting impatient.
Startled, Sarah let the negligee fall to her waist, her breasts now naked for the first time to Michael. Her hands hung uselessly to her side, unable to decide what to do with him, humiliated at having to strip before him.
Michael licked his lips when he saw her. Her pink nipples, pointed, surrounded by the dark areola, her skin around it an alabaster white. Redheads always had pale complexions, susceptible to the suns burning rays. That is what always intrigued him about her, that and the redhead bush she had. His cock jerked in anticipation of that vision. He saw her staring straight-ahead, not wanting her eyes to meet his, her humiliation almost complete. First he wanted her completely naked. “Touch your nipples with your fingertips; make them harder for me, Sarah."
Her hand moved up as she cringed at the suggestion. While she did masturbate often, more often lately as Michael had forced her to strip and service him sexually, she had never done it in front of anyone else. At least not a male, she had masturbated occasionally with some of the girls at the orphanage. She felt her nipples harden as soon as she touched them, more sensitive then usual. Her fingers played with the hardened buds, running her sharp fingernails over the tips, the pain mixing with the pleasure as she did. She always received a masochistic pleasure in sexual pain, often pinching her nipples harder then she should have.
Michael watched her playing with her nipples, her eyes slightly closed, caught up in the pleasure of the moment. He could see her hips gently rolling, imagining how wet she was. “Wet your fingers and play with your nipples, Sarah.” His cock jerked as two fingers pushed into her mouth, her tongue running over them, Michael imagining that it was his cock. She was teasing him, running her fingers in and out as if they were his cock.
Sarah couldn't believe what she was doing, acting like she was a street whore sucking his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around her fingers, her tongue running over them, getting them wet with her saliva. Her fingers moved down, lightly touching her nipples, the wet fingers sending a shiver through her body. She could feel her pussy getting wetter, glad she was going to get into the bath, hoping she would avoid Michael's detection. She had never felt her nipples so big before, it almost felt like they were going to explode. She teased the tip with her fingernail, running the sharp point over it before running it around her areola, tiny goose bumps appearing as they scarped pleasurably over it. She was suddenly snapped out of her sexual dream by Michael's voice.
"Strip off the negligee; I want to see that red-haired bush.” His hand stroked his cock with broad strokes, watching as she slowly stripped for him. Her hands pulled the negligee up from the bottom, pulling it up over her head, slowly revealing her naked legs, higher up until Michael could finally see her bush. He thought he was going to cum as Sarah pulled it above her waist, her naked pussy, hidden by a large red bush. God, he had never seen anything like it before. He always had a desire for a redheaded girl, but could never find one. It was Mr. Smith's phone call from the orphanage, telling him of Sarah that excited his cock so much. It had been expensive, but Michael wasn't going to miss out this chance. It was worth every penny he spent on her. Her pubic hair was just like the hair on her head, a bright red. And it was in abundance. He normally shaved his girls, not this one.
Sarah dropped the negligee on the floor, standing naked in front of Michael. She looked at him, his eyes not on her face, but staring intently at what was between her legs. It was so embarrassing to stand while he openly ogled her. Her hands clenched, at her sides, waiting for further instructions.
"Such a beautiful red bush, but I must see your cunt. Peel your pussy lips back, let me see the pink of your pussy. Spread your legs open wide."
Her legs parted, spreading to over two feet. Her hands moved to the front of her, running over her pussy, not doing as he said yet, just lightly touching her mound. Her pussy hair was silky smooth, just like her long red hair on her head. Her fingers pushed between the fine hair until she grabbed her pussy lips ever so gently and began to peel them back, feeling the cool air of the room running over her wet pussy. Sarah pulled them back until she could feel a slight twinge of pain, holding herself open to Michael gaze. Her face turned crimson in humiliation, naked, her own hands spreading her most intimate opening for his inspection. “Yes, sir,” she replied.
"So lovely, Sarah, your pink insides, framed by that beautiful red bush.” Michael's hand continued to stroke his cock his cock. “Get into the bathtub. I want to watch you bathe."
Sarah lowered herself into the hot tub water, wanting to hide her shame of being so wantonly exposed to Michael. She grabbed the soap and washed her body, ignoring Michael sitting next to the tub, stroking his cock as he stared so blatantly. She tried to put him out of her mind as she went about her bath, often times she was shocked back to reality by his commands. Stand in the tub and wash your pussy. Turn around and spread your ass cheeks apart and wash your anus. Each time she begrudgingl
y obeyed. Finally she was finished and stood in the tub, drying her body as the tub drained.
"Come over her, Sarah.” Michael's hands were outstretched as she stood before him. He let the towel slip to the floor, moving her so she was between his legs, one hand moving behind her and one hand in front. “Spread your legs again, this time farther,” he ordered. His face was only inches from her pussy, the sweet scent of the bath oil covering her body. His hands caressed her supple skin, rubbing her sensuously as he did. One hand moved up and cupped her breast, pinching at the pert nipple, bringing it erect again. He pinched it harder, feeling her feet shuttle back and forth, but her hands didn't try to prevent his actions. He squeezed the nipple harder, seeing it turn a darker red as he squeezed the blood to the tip. He twisted the nub, a small moan coming from her lips as he did. Still she didn't move or attempt to stop him.
Her teeth were clenched as Michael dug his fingers into her nipple, twisting the delicate morsel harshly. It hurts so badly, but she didn't move, a strange masochistic thrill running through her body. “MMMmmm,” she murmured.
His hand slipped down the flat plane of her stomach until his fingers were tangled in her red bush. He allowed his fingers to play with the silky strands, twisting them with his fingers and pulling them. He could hear some of the hairs tearing out, tiny yelps escaping from her mouth as they were yanked painfully out. He grabbed her sex mound with his whole hand, gripping her if she was a ball. When she bucked her hips backward to escape the groping hand, his other hand was waiting, gripping her ass cheeks tightly, one finger snuggled tightly between her cheeks, his fingertip nestled snuggly against her delicate asshole. A quick snap of that finger against her asshole pierced her opening, sending her hips scrambling forward again into the grip of his hand.
Sarah felt her body being manhandled by Michael, a finger pressed into her asshole, feeling strange as it kept her open, the finger moving against her sphincter, rubbing it. His other hand was now pushed between her pussy lips, already covered with her juices, her body betraying the effect Michael was having on her. One finger rubbed up and down her slit, moving all the way down, up and over her vagina, rubbing the tight opening, before moving up to her clit and rubbing the hard bud that had already poked out of its protection.
