What’s A Master? (The End)

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  Cynthia was an old friend. She and I had been good friends for a long time. I knew her, and trusted her with my life and heart. She had never failed me. It was at her instigation that I went out with a dear friend of hers. This friend was someone from another group, another gathering that I had never met. Cynthia was a friend, but she also had her secrets to which I had never been privy. For whatever reason, Cynthia felt that Ursula and I would hit it off. We were about to find out this very evening. It had been decided by Cynthia and me that I would meet her friend, Ursula, at one of the many Italian restaurants in our east coast town. The time of the assignation was eight in the evening. I, of course, would arrive early and find an appropriate table and make sure that all was well for the meeting. This I did. Promptly at eight of the evening I glanced up at the entry way and saw the most beautiful, raven haired woman that I had ever seen, with her hair in a pixie cut. One never believes in love at first sight. I was about to doubt such disbelief. She had lovely eyes that were twinkling in the bright lights of the entry. She approached the hostess, but I rose and raised a hand in greeting. She was quick and bright enough to see and recognize that I was her escort for the evening, and she smiled a sweet glance at the hostess, then she turned and came to me. Such a lovely phrase, “she came to me.” As she glided towards the table, truly glided, I took in her loveliness. As I said, her hair was raven black, and it was shaped like a pixie’s to the nape of her soft, white neck. Her shoulders were aristocratic and were covered by a frock of shiny silk that clung to her body like honeysuckle clings to the garden wall, tightly and showily. Her breasts were proud and uplifted and rounded out the curves she displayed farther down at her huggable waist and suitably wide and luscious hips. I could not yet see what was bringing almanbahis up the rear, but had little doubt that it would be soft, firm, and squeezable. I took her hands as she arrived at the table and said, “Cynthia was, unfortunately, not as forthcoming about you as she could have been. I do think we shall have fun this evening, filling in the gaps, so to speak.” She smiled, and replied, “You know, that will be such good fun indeed, filling in the gaps,” and she gave me a sly grin. I sensed a subtle undertone to her speech, and it was rather stimulating. Yes, quite stimulating. It was a very pleasing dinner. She had the eggplant parmesan and I had the spaghetti bolognese. We shared some calamari and finished a whole bottle of wine. The dinner was common, the conversation outstanding. We had immediately became good friends, indeed. It was such a feeling of warmth and acceptance that I almost doubted that I was surely awake and sharing such an engaging evening. Finally, we decided the dinner was complete and she asked if I would care to join her for coffee and brandy at her place. What a question! I had my Mercedes and she had arrived by cab, so I drove her home. She lived only a few blocks away. I memorized that route, you can believe it. And the address. I fully intended to put her in my book of wonders. As we climbed the stairs to the second floor it was my pleasure to watch her buttocks move up and down in her silk outfit. I could clearly see no panty lines. Something was stirring in my slacks. Besides, I was a leg man from way back, and hers were choice, like those of an Irish step dancer. What a charming apartment! An eclectic mixture of traditional landscapes and modern abstract. I also saw mixed in some rather exotic photos and etchings of rather naughty scenes. I loved it all. And I loved the fact that she had made her bookshelves the center of attention in the front room. Where had this vision almanbahis yeni giriş been hiding all my life. She went into the kitchen, started brewing some coffee and offered me a snifter of brandy to warm me up. I roamed about the apartment, and suddenly found a half-opened cabinet, which I took for holding more precious books. She had told me to make myself at home. I did. I opened the cabinet and was dismayed. There were some quite odd artifacts hanging on the wall, and I was not so naive as to not recognize their uses. Some were dildos of various sizes and shapes and colors. Others I did not quite understand, but I knew their function must be sexual in nature. Curiouser and curiouser. When she returned with the coffee on a tray, with cream and sugar if I cared for it, I smiled at her and glanced over to the now open cabinet. It was quite charming to see her actually blush and to laugh out loud. I only wanted to kiss her for it. “You’re certainly an interesting young woman, my dear, and I would love to hear more about your inner life. You told me the innocent things at dinner. They were charming enough. Now, let’s get into the really intense side of your personality.” “Well, you’ve made a great impression on me Roger, and I would really like to get to know you better. But are you sure you are ready to enter my life? It might be more than you are prepared to handle.” I got up from the easy chair I had been occupying, moved over to the sofa she was sitting on and joined her. She turned towards me and smiled. I moved my hands up to cup her darling face and kissed her, softly, gently and thoroughly. I was pleasantly surprised by her response. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her now hard nipples against my knit shirt. I was almost smothered by her kiss as she began moving her wet lips all over my mouth and face. She was actually making love to my face! And I was loving it! I’d never found almanbahis giriş anyone so intense in sexual response. She virtually dragged my clothes off of me, and I returned the favor, trying hard not to damage the silk dress, but loving that her pussy was still hairy and shaped. Her breasts were firm, and oh so luscious. The nipples were like little erasers, standing out and waiting to be serviced. When I was bare my cock stood up proud and curved, ready to reach any G-spot in the vicinity. I was damned surprised when she pushed me down across her lap. What the hell, I thought. She grabbed an innocent looking leather strap from the end table and began slapping my ass! I got harder than before. I had not been treated like a toy before. I was enjoying it. For awhile. But, I must admit, though it was fun for a moment or two my personality reasserted itself. I was not the submissive type. I flipped over, stood up and grabbed her by her sweet waist. I then laid her down and began slapping her ass and pussy with my bare hand. She began creaming on my lap. I could feel it on my still hard cock. “I’m sorry Master, I thought you would like being spanked a little. Please don’t punish me too badly. But you could use the strap. I probably deserve it. I’m a little assertive at times.” So I picked up the leather strap and began creating some welts on her ample ass. I was actually enjoying it. After she had creamed all over me for ten minutes of spanking I decided I needed some sex of my own. “Get on your knees and suck my cock, you little slut!” She obeyed immediately, looking up into my eyes with tears falling and a broad grin on her face. She opened wide and I began to fuck her face. She wanted to lick my cock but I told her that she wasn’t getting anything she wanted until I got what I wanted. And I told her if she didn’t stop creaming immediately I would never let her cum again. She bowed her head, placed her hands behind her back and then took my cock down her throat, still gazing up with loving eyes at my blue ones. I fucked her so hard she gagged, then I came hard, shooting into her loving mouth. She gobbled and ate it all. Not a damned drop was spilled.

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