Back In His Arms -- A Vignette
By D.O. celliophonic@yahoo.com 5/21/10
I stood in the doorway, framed by the moonlight. I was wearing only my pink slut heels and pink and white bow-tie panties. Black Master had been gone for some time and we were only now back together after his time away. My hunger for him had never been greater. I needed him and I hoped he needed me as well. My quimmy was so moist and ready for him. God I needed him inside me!
I heard the door to my home open and close; Master, of course has his own key. My heart was beating rapidly as I listened to him walking through the house, slowly. God, can he hurry up? He chuckles, in his distinctive low, masculine voice, as he spots the lit, scented candles I had set about the place as well as the rose petals I had scattered on the floor, leading him into the boudoir.
And then I saw him at the end of the hallway, his dark and muscular 6'2" frame clearly visible, as the entire house was bathed in the light of the moon. He smiled, uttered a guttural growl and moved towards me. Within five long, powerful strides he was upon me and then his hands were moving possessively all over me and I was where I belong, back in his arms. His mouth covered mine in a kiss so sensuous and full of pent up lust, that it took my breath away. His strong paws cupped my smooth buttocks and I could already feel just how much he had missed me, his hardness pressing into my stomach.
Our kiss continued, tongues dueling, teeth nibbling. My lips were bruised as Master took me as his and I melted into his brawny physique. I loved tasting him but my mouth was watering to taste another part of him. I pulled away from the oral lovemaking and looked deep into his eyes, a mischievous glint in mine. He smiled and nodded his approval as I slid down to undo his trousers and release that which I desired most. I undid the button fly and was delighted as I reached through the fly of his boxers and wrapped my soft hand around his heated arousal and he groans loudly.
Even after all the times we've been together, I never cease to be amazed by the sheer size of Black Master's erection. It is truly a sight to behold; it's even better having it inside you, trust me. I lightly flick my tongue into his piss slit and he shudders as he feels me begin my oral worshipping of him. I look up into his eyes, as he has taught me, and I hope my love for him shines through. I'm determined to make it so. I waste little time, swirling my licker around the plump corona, loving the flavor of my Master. I pull his cock up with my dainty hand and run my wet tongue up and down the underside of it. He loves it when I do this and I make certain to keep eye contact with him the whole time, both of us smiling.
As I reach the bottom for the fourth time, I take a nip at his heavy balls, playfully biting the cum-bloated low-hangers. I take each gonad into my mouth and loll it around, wetting it and tasting it. God I love the taste of his sac, salty and sweaty and manly. His entire shaft is literally dripping with my spit and I'm ready to take him deep orally. I move back up to the tip of his prick and look up to see him staring at me with unconcealed lust. I smile broadly at him as I work my mouth over his cockhead and then start moving down the shaft, engulfing his flesh in the tightness of my mouth. Then I feel it hit the back of my throat, but I control my gag reflex and Master and slave share a proud moment as we realize together the fruits of all the practice we've put in to get to this moment. He slides past that point and then grabs the back of my head and about two seconds later my lips and nose are plunged into his
thatch of wiry pubic hair. I've got 12" of black cockmeat buried down my gullet and I have never felt more swollen with pride.
Then Master impatiently begins to thrust and pulls his tool out so that just the tip is in my mouth, then he rams it back in violently, almost raping my throat as he plunges back down. I love this treatment, I need this treatment. This is everything I want to be for Master; if I am nothing more for the rest of my life but a cock and sperm receptacle for him, it would make me complete. We move together like this for a few minutes, he plows into me, holds his cock all the way down until I need a breath then pulls back out again, mercifully allowing me to breathe for a second, before repeating the process. And I love him for this, for making me his suck-bitch. I will serve him like this till the end of time, till the end of all things.
Master grunts and I see him tightly grip the base of his cock, desperately trying to stave off his cum. He pulls all the way out, finally done with the rough throat-fuck. I'm gasping for breath, saliva and throat mucus dripping out of my mouth, coating my face. But I don't care, as long as Black Master has gotten his pleasure from his use of me.
I barely have time to draw breath before Master pulls me up to him and crushes his mouth back over mine again, thrusting his tongue in as far as he can go. He's still fully dressed, with just his prick poking out through his fly. He grabs me, not being gentle, and pulls the side ties of my panties. They come undone easily, and in an instant I'm naked, but for my spike heels and then I feel his beefy fingers probing me intimately, urgently seeking out the object of his desire. His black man's pheromones are driving me crazy as I breathe in the scent of him, the scent I have missed all these many weeks apart. He mumbles into our kiss about how tight and wet I am. It's true, as I feel like a mare in heat, waiting to be taken by her stud. My little boiclitty is stiff and throbbing, but I'm not allowed to touch myself unless Master says so.
He reaches over to the nearby jar of lube and quickly slathers some on his cock and then jams his fingers into me, forcing the viscous stuff into my heated slit. If his roughness with me before when I was sucking him is any indication, this is going to be a hard, brutal fuck. God! I want it so bad, want Black Master so bad! I need him to take me any way he chooses, and make me his gurl. I open my eyes and find him staring at me intently, a look I haven't seen before painted across his gorgeous face. Lust, yes, but there's something else... I ardently return his kiss and his look as I feel him position himself right at the opening to my moist quimmy.
With one thrust, he's inside me and he gives my sphincter no time to adjust as he spears into my rectum with a lustful viciousness that I found myself loving and hating. Pain, more intense than I could remember washed over me in waves as Black Master takes what is rightfully his and I scream out with a wanton abandon. He merely lifts me up so that he's holding me up and I instinctively wrap my smooth legs around his waist, loving his strength. It turns me on immensely when we mate standing up, his power is on full display and I grip his muscled shoulders and biceps through his thin shirt. I'm crying at the pain of taking his full 12" into my bowels as far as possible. We are now as close as two humans can be, our bodies literally fused together at the point we are joined, my heat and wetness and velvety soft tightness surrounds his unyielding hardness as it forces it's way into my most intimate place.
We both groan as he slips into me and then he begins to take me hard, our time apart causing him to fuck with a willful abandon and a scream is ripped out of me, as if from the depths of my soul, as I am owned by him. We collapse back into another fervent kiss, making out like teenagers in the back seat of a car. His hands are roughly grabbing my buns and I feel as though he may be bruising me, but I don't give a shit. All I want is this beautiful man, my lover, to know pleasure in my body, for both of us to take pleasure from his determined penetration.
My hands are gripping his shoulders, the sharp nails digging into his hard flesh, drawing a little blood. Neither of us cares, as we continue our sloppy face suck even as we rut. We can both tell that this can't go on for long and then amidst the sounds of skin slapping against skin and wet squelching, it happens. I go stiff as my clitty explodes between us and I shriek out in pure ecstasy, crying, panting and moaning. I can feel my bowels and rectum spasming around Master's length and I know he can feel it as well. He growls out that he's going to cum and an instant later I feel proof of his claim as he grinds into me as deep as he can go and then I feel his slimy wetness coating my guts and I feel as if Black Master has just made me pregnant with his seed.
I'm gasping to draw in breath as I realize Master is still holding me aloft, crushing me against his hard physique. I can't believe he is still standing with me wrapped around him. What a fucking stud! I am so proud of my man and I softly whisper my adoration into his ear and he chuckles at my comment. With that he lays me down on the king-sized bed in my room, my legs still enfolding him. I look up into his dark, hard eyes and see the emotion playing out behind them. I assume he's going to withdraw and we'll wait a few minutes till the next go round, but then I see the glint in his eyes and I realize he means to fuck me again, without even pulling out. I feel him growing stiff and hard again inside me, even as he settles in above me. It's going to be a long night. God I love this man, my Black Master.....
Best, D.O. celliophonic@yahoo.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/