My Masterfriend's Games or What Happened to R - Sex Stories

My Masterfriend's Games or What Happened to R

... just a little, make it cum. That's what a glory hole whore's supposed to do, right? The time for sentimental musings was long past the instant the cock came through the hole. Just as soon as the last spasm finished and the cum swallowed, the cock went away, and the curtain closed. I felt happy knowing that I let my Master/Pimp act as a John for his pleasure. I heard the door open and close wondering where he went. No doubt was preparing for something else while I sat on my butt to ponder. Oh, there he is! He must have forgotten something because the footsteps are getting closer again. And just like before, I hear a buckle, zipper, and a familiar swoosh/klink of a buckle and pants hitting the floor. What? Already? What came through the hole next took me by complete surprise. Before the light was blocked, the cock that was presented to me was much different than the one before. This one was long and skinny, pointed straight up with a leftward bent. This was NOT my Masters cock. What's going on here? I managed to squeak out a "Master?" Then another decibel just above that. "Master?" The curtain to the side of me was pulled away, and the harsh beam of a flashlight was held right at my face for an uncomfortable length of time. "What's wrong baby?" came the poor Huggy Bear impersonation. "Is you mouth taking a break? You wantin' to quit me?" He continued "You have a customer who wants to feel good and you be the one to do it. If I have's to tell you again, I'm gonna beat yo ass, ...

... got it?" All I can do at the moment was to stare at my now "Pimp" in disbelief with the realization that he has just crossed the line from making a private little fantasy all too real. A quick wake-up slap across the cheek snapped me out of my racing mind just in time to hear him say "Get to work!" The curtain dropped which left me in the dark with my thoughts and an invisible cock in front of me. What else was I supposed to do? I reached out to find the protrusion coming through the feed hole and once I found it, I caressed it with both hands. I couldn't see it with my eyes, so I let my hands see the new cock for me. The feeling of discovering a new cock this way was something I wasn't used to, much. I've been blindfolded before and gave a short line some entertainment that way. But back then, I knew who was in the room. This time, I had no idea who was invading my darkness. What else can i do? I liked my Master Gert and didn't want to disappoint him. He made me feel worthy being with him, and I didn't want to loose that. So I focused on the task in front of me to please my Master. If I make whoever was at the other end of this tool happy, my Gert will be happy too! This one was firm, and I had to pull it down to get at it. I hope it didn't hurt! Ha Ha. I don't think Mr. John had any complaints after his dick found the warm embrace of my mouth. The guttural "Oh Fuck!" said all I needed to hear to know I was doing something good. As it seems, a person can have other thoughts ...