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made me instinctually rock my hips. My cunt wanted to get closer to his face, wanted to absorb every ounce of bliss he had to give. Briefly I thought about Doug and felt guilty. Never had sex with him been so passionate, so wanton. It was sweet and tender and warm, but this… this was something that consumed me and made me submit to its will. In my master’s arms, I no longer had a mind of my own. My body’s responses took over, and I became the sultry mistress he wanted me to be.
    Soon I climaxed from his skilled pussy eating and finger fucking. My body shuddered, and my cunt held tight to his fingers as the orgasm made every muscle constrict. When I grew still, panting atop the desk, he climbed up between my legs. His rock hard cock slapped against his stomach as he loomed over me. The immensity of his maleness sent a thrilling jolt through me from head to toe. I wanted to slowly run my hands over every curve of muscles, wanted to dig my fingernails into his triangle-shaped back and take his penis as far inside of me as I could.
    As his eyes raked over me while he positioned himself, I felt a pang of embarrassment. Being totally exposed, though he claimed to find me beautiful, made me feel so vulnerable, so fragile. I was terrified of rejection in that moment, but, judging by the lusty blaze of his stare, I had nothing to fear.
    His cock was long and thick and well veined. He slid it up and down my wet slit, getting the shaft and glans all slippery before he ground the meaty head into my clit. I groaned and writhed, pressing my pussy tight against his penis.
    “ Do you want it?” He tortured my quivering cunt, but refused to give it release. “Hmmmm…tell me how much you want it, Mistress.”
    “ Ohhhh, sooo bad, Master.” I tilted my pelvis and spread my legs wider, displaying myself like a shameless hussy who craved a good fucking. “I need you inside me now.”
    “ What do you need inside you?” His teasing would drive me mad, I was sure. “Say the words. Let me hear those dirty, nasty thoughts coming from your pretty little mouth.”
    I’d used dirty words before. Doug and I had tried a few different things. Some dirty sex talk, but we inevitably ended up giggling in each others’ arms. Yet, with Dmitri, my master, these words were like utterance from a wild, sexual beast. One who would not be denied what he desired. My nervousness, my embarrassment, took a back seat to my lascivious need to please him and be pleased.
    “ Fuck me with that big cock, Master.” I gasped out the plea. “Stick it in me deep and fuck me hard.”
    “ Good mistress,” he purred. “You do my bidding quickly.”
    He plunged his long, meaty cock deep inside my pussy and I arched my back, tilted my ass up to meet his slow, sensuous thrusts. A loud moan escaped me as the slick friction woke a tingling far inside of me. He kept it slow and easy until my frustration grew, and I once more begged him to “Fuck me hard, please.”
    “ Such a nasty little mistress.” His guttural laughter made my cheeks heat further, but any traces of my self-conscious side were forgotten when he pinned my knees behind my ears and put his back into the fucking he gave me.
    I gripped his ass as he entered me deeper, gasping as each powerful thrust pounded into my g-spot and stroked my cunt walls. Everything inside me quivered on the verge of another release. When he reached between my legs to rub my clit while he fucked me, I climbed a notch closer to orgasm. My one hand moved from his ass to trail up the arm that braced him atop the desk. I traced the bulging muscles in his forearm and bicep.
    I sailed through an erotic fog, eyes closed as I concentrated on the feel of his smooth skin, the light hair on his arm, the slippery slam of his cock ramming my pussy. My vagina clenched and released around his girth in a perfect rhythm. I fit him like a tight glove, and between the slickness he slid into me and the deft manipulation of my clit, I soon came