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

My Masterfriend's Games or What Happened to R

... floating around no matter what else they are doing. One moment, I'm wondering if this Mr. John had some fruit for breakfast. His precum was pleasantly sweet and at the same moment, it just hit me how quickly the gears switched from role play to being a "whore" for my "Pimp." "What would be next?" "Where?" "What?" My attention was diverted back to the moment upon hearing "I'm gonna cum!" and mere moments later, my answer to what he had for breakfast was answered. I was definitely not beer and eggs! I pulled out of my throat to make sure more of his juice splashed across my mouth. AAhh! Nice! Stroking with my hand to get as much as I can while probing his cock tip must have been right for him too. The shudders of his legs transferred to the paneling shaking the whole setup. I was left to my own again once the tasty breakfast cock was pulled back through the hole. There was still enough of his juice to delicately swish from cheek to cheek once before swallowing. I heard the door shut again and this time, my Master, or Pimp was all alone when he pulled the side curtain away. "Yo Daddy's happy, Leslie. Ya did good being my ho. Come on out from there and let me see my property in the light" as he extended his hand to help me up to my feet. The help was needed too. These knees are gettin' tight and standing all the way up took a second. Good thing that I was wearing low heel boots and not heels. Falling would have been a distinct possibility! Master Pimp Gert had spun me around by ...

... then and was holding me close against his hips and was nuzzling my neck and whispered, "You like being mine?" A slight "Uh huh." was all I could muster. "You know, being my whore, I need to be made sure you are ready to take what you are given. You feel this?" he asked as he ground his hips into my ass. "That's your destiny. It's going inside of you right now, and I am going to make you mine." I'm not sure when my skirt went up or when his pants went down but there I was being impaled by his "spear" and feeling that it may really be my destiny to be doing this. He gave me purpose by being something that he wanted, and I got a feeling that was incredible. There were even a few squeals of delight leaving my lips. I felt whole. "Oh yeah, that's right baby. That feels good" he said. He stopped. Why had he stopped? I turned around to look at his face. His member still deep inside me. So deep! "Tell you what. I can stop right now. Unless you beg me to continue." I just looked at him. What was he asking me? "No?" he said gruffly A minute passed or what seemed like a minute. "Alright then, I'll pull out and send you on your way" and began to do so... "No!" I whispered. "What did you say?" "I said don't stop," I whispered again, on the verge of tears. "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes," she said. "Then say it." "I want you to fuck me." "Hard? Do you want me to fuck you hard, bitch." "Yes... fuck me! Fuck me hard!" That's all it took to get my Master going again. The butt slapping was ...