Clara glanced at the clock as she stirred the pot on the stove. It was a half hour before her Master, David, would be home from work. A small, knowing smile spread across her face, and a delicious, sensual warmth began to bloom deep within her feminine core. A gentle throbbing started, a familiar, insistent pulse that quickened her breath. She would just place the roast in the oven, a dutiful, late dinner for her Master, and then she would be free to prepare herself for his arrival. She would hurry, her heart aflutter with anticipation, to be in her place, ready and waiting, the moment he walked through the door.
Minutes ticked by, each one a promise, and the throbbing within Clara’s pussy intensified little by little. Without even touching herself, she was growing wet. This was as it should be, she thought, a truth she had long ago accepted and embraced. After all, she was a well-trained Cum Slut, a devoted instrument for her Master’s pleasure. She was always wet, always ready, always yearning for his touch, his voice, his cock.
The moment dinner was safely in the oven, Clara scurried up the stairs to the bedroom. She stripped off her clothes, her skin prickling with a delicious chill as she stood in the cool air, before pulling on a sexy new lingerie set. It was a camouflage-print bra and thong, a tiny outfit that barely contained her curves. It was new, and she hoped her Master would approve. She didn’t bother to dry her pussy; she needed to be wet, to be slick with her own desire. She was so ready. Her cunt throbbed with a desperate pulse, and the temptation to touch her clit, to ease the ache that was building, was almost unbearable.
After all, her Master had not allowed her to come for three whole days. Oh, he had played with her, as all good Masters do, teasing her to the brink of pleasure, but he had forbidden her the release she craved. Like a good little Cum Slut, she had obeyed him. It had been hard, agonizing at times. There were moments she had cried and begged, a frantic animal needing release, but her Master had promised her that the wait would be worth it, that when he finally allowed her to come, she would be overwhelmed with pleasure. Clara was beginning to feel desperate, a tight, wound spring, but she trusted her Master completely. She had given him her mind, body, and soul, and he had never failed her.
Clara slipped into some silky stockings and strappy high heels before spreading a fragrant cream over her exposed flesh, the scent a dizzying blend of jasmine and vanilla. She brushed her long hair until it shone, and applied a pretty shade of lipstick. She was ready, almost. All she had to add was the leather collar, a thick strap with a silver buckle, at her throat. She loved to wear it, a physical sign of her surrender. David had never demanded it; it was just something that made her feel sexy, a small thrill of ownership that she cherished.
She glanced at the clock again. She had maybe five minutes. She scrambled down the stairs, her heels clicking on the hardwood, and sank to her knees on the plush carpet in the front entrance. Her heart raced, and her skin tingled with anticipation. It was always like this for Clara. She was so conditioned to her Master that she no longer had control over her own arousal for him. It was a drug, a compulsion.
She heard his car pull into the driveway. Her breathing became shallow and fast. She heard his footfalls just outside the door, the heavy, deliberate steps of the man who owned her. Her nipples tightened into hard, painful peaks, and her pussy throbbed harder still. She heard the key in the lock, and the sensation was so intense she felt like she might go insane with lust. She prayed that this would be the day he would allow her to come. She was so strung tight that she was sure if he so much as looked at her and commanded her to climax at that very second, she would. She was so close to her breaking point, her body begging for release, and yet she knew, with an absolute, unwavering certainty, that above all else, she would always obey the commands, demands, and orders of her Master.
The door opened, and David stepped inside. He was greeted, as always, by his good little Cum Slut. She knelt before him, a perfect picture of subservience. She was dressed in the sexy camo lingerie, and her legs were tucked under her. Her arms were held behind her back, her posture forcing her shoulders back and her breasts out, making them sit even higher. She made no eye contact, a sign of respect, until he spoke. He looked at her delicate face, the curve of her throat adorned with the collar. He had come on that face so many times, seen his hot cum dripping from her chin onto her perky tits. His slut pleased him well. And today, he would please her until she could take no more.
“Hello, my Slut,” he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble.
“Hello, Master. Welcome home,” her voice was soft and sensual, a whisper of her carnal needs.
“Were you a good Slut today?” he asked, his eyes sweeping over her body, taking in the delicious sight.
“Yes, Master! I am always a good Slut, for you, Master!”
“I missed you today, my subservient little slut. Did you miss me?” Bart placed his keys down on the table and slipped off his dress shoes. He stepped in front of his Cum Slut, and Clara’s breath hitched in her throat. There were just inches between them, her face so close to his crotch.
“Yes, Master, I missed you dearly,” she answered breathlessly.
David did not speak for several long, agonizing minutes. He simply looked down at his Cum Slut, and she looked up at him with adoring, hungry eyes. “Dinner will be a little later, as usual?” he finally asked, the question a playful tease.
“Yes, Master. Always as you command, Master.”
“Tell me what I want to hear, my Cum slut,” he ordered.
“Master, I am your Cum Slut. I will obey you. I will follow your command. I am a toy, simply here for your use and pleasure. I crave your cock and cum always, and I will always be ready to be at your service,” Clara recited, her voice growing with lust and conviction.
“And where do you like my cock and cum, my Slut?”
“I like your cum on my face, Master, and I like to swallow your cum. I like it running down my neck and onto my tits. I like all your hot cum on my stomach, and all over my pussy. I love when my Master cums inside my pussy, as well as my ass. I like my Master’s cum on my feet as well. I am a well-trained Cum Slut, Master, and I love your cum everywhere in and on me. Thank you, Master.”
“Very good, my Slut, very good! Do you wish to suck my cock?”
“Yes, Master!” Clara stated, the word a gasp of pure need.
“Beg for it, Slut.” David took a step back, creating a foot and a half gap between them, forcing her to strain toward him.
“Please, Master! Please let me suck your beautiful cock! Please fuck my mouth! Please let me suck, lick, and nibble that hard cock. Please give me your hot cum, wherever you please! Please Master!”
David felt the familiar thrill run up his spine at the sound of her begging. The look in her eyes, those baby-blue eyes so full of desperate longing, could almost make him lose control. “Crawl and follow me, my Sweet Slut.”
David walked toward the living room, and Clara crawled obediently behind him. She glanced back and saw the heated arousal all over her face, and the way her body moved with a desperate grace. David dropped his dress pants and boxers, before sinking to the plush carpeted floor in front of the lit fireplace. Clara stayed several feet away, still on her hands and knees and watching her Master. She awaited his instructions, whether they were verbal commands or a simple gesture. From his vantage point, David could see the inviting valley between her tits. Her long hair hung over her shoulders, and her beautiful blue eyes locked on his. David sat with his legs spread in a ‘V’, his shirt still on, but bare from the waist down. His cock was hard, throbbing, and standing strong.
“Look at what you do to me, Slut,” David said in a low voice. He watched as Clara’s eyes slid down his body to his throbbing cock. He felt himself grow harder under her intense gaze. “Do you want it, Slut?”
“Yes, Master.”
David simply nodded, and Clara crawled slowly toward him. She positioned herself between his legs and immediately brought her lips to the very tip of his hard cock. She wrapped her lips around the head, using the tip of her tongue to lick it with a delicate precision. She ran her tongue all around the sensitive head, a painstaking effort to please him. Then, carefully, she lowered her mouth down over her Master’s big cock and took him back toward her throat. She swirled her tongue madly, enjoying the feel and sensations of his hard cock, craving to taste his cum. She was not sure he would allow it, but perhaps she would be treated to a teasing taste of his pre-cum.
Clara was happily working her mouth and hand up and down her Master’s cock when he suddenly stopped her. She immediately sat back on her haunches, her body trembling with frustration and unfulfilled desire. She watched as David stood up. He watched her for a full minute, her chest heaving with her breath. She remained silent, awaiting his next command.
“Lie on your stomach, Cum Slut.” David commanded.
Clara did not hesitate. She lowered her body flat onto the carpet, her cheek pressed against the soft fibers, her eyes fixed on the dancing flames of the fireplace. The roar of the fire seemed to match the fire within her. As soon as she was stretched out, Bart simply left the room. Clara did not watch where he went. She trusted him, that he would be back to use her as he pleased. She simply placed her head on her hands and watched the flames. She felt much more heated than the fire, sure she might burn up if her Master denied her the privilege to come again today. But he was her Master, and she would obey always.
David came back into the room, and Clara could hear the sound of his footsteps, but she did not turn to look. He lowered himself to the floor next to her, placing something down with a soft rustle. She slowly turned to look at him, her eyes still clouded with lust. His face held a mischievous smile, and she glanced at the dark bag at his side, her heart fluttering with excitement. She was so conditioned to him, so at his mercy, so willing to do anything to please him. She smiled a small smile to show him this.
“Rise to your hands and knees, Slut.” David commanded, his voice a perfect balance of demand and compassion.
She rose, her body trembling with anticipation. David carefully removed her bra, then pinched and fondled her breasts roughly. Clara moaned at the feel of his hands on her sensitive nipples. They hardened into tight, painful peaks, sending shock waves of pleasure straight to her core. He moved his skillful hands down her body, caressing her heated skin, before slowly removing her panties. Once they were gone, he quickly dipped his fingers into his Slut’s pussy to ensure she was as ready as she should always be. David was pleased to find his Slut wet and dewy. He fucked her with his fingers for a few minutes, listening to her pleased moans as he worked her. When he stopped, she let out a loud, shocked gasp.
“You did not think I was going to allow you to come yet, did you, Slut?”
Clara could not speak. She could hardly think. She simply shook her head no. She watched as David licked his wet fingers, then reached into the bag. Her eyes rounded with pleasant surprise as he removed a small, silver butt plug. David wasted no time. He carefully lubricated the plug and moved behind her. She shivered with anticipation as she felt his hands on her ass and the cool, lubricated tip of the plug push against her entrance. Clara concentrated on relaxing, allowing the plug to slide easily into place. The tip slipped past her tight entrance, and she sighed, holding as still as possible so he could slide the rest of the plug into her body. It felt wonderful, a solid, full feeling. Once it was in place, David used his open hand to smack her ass. The sharp feel and sound of the spanks was insanely pleasing to them both.
“How do you feel, Slut?”
“I feel full and marvelous, Master. Thank you, Master.”
David moved back in front of his Cum Slut and positioned his cock at her mouth again. Pushing his hands into her long, loose hair, he drove his hard cock into her mouth. With little mercy, David fucked her sexy mouth. When he felt close to cumming, he pulled out. “Lie down on your back and spread your legs wide, Slut!” he shouted.
Clara instantly complied. Her cunt was so wet. She watched him hold and stroke his cock, moving closer to her. She craved to feel his cock slide into her, to feel that magnificent fullness with the butt plug already filling her ass. He moved in so close, but continued to stroke his own cock. He leaned in, his muscles taut, his breathing heavy. Clara could see him shake slightly with his need. Within minutes, David shot his hot load all over her spread pussy. Hot jets of cum covered her, and she smiled at him. She loved her Master’s cum all over her.
David sank back onto the carpet, a good vantage point between her wide-spread legs. “Now, Slut, you will use my cum to masturbate yourself. But you will not come without my permission. Is this understood?”
“Yes, Master,” Clara whispered. She slowly allowed her hand to wander down between her legs, slipping her fingers into the hot mixture of her wetness and his hot cum. She used her fingers to rub his cum into her clit and pussy, massaging and caressing.
“Now, Slut, I want you to use your fingers to push my cum into your cunt, and use your other hand to pinch and play with your nipples.” David commanded.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, barely able to think. She was insanely hot.
“You want to be a good Cum Slut and please your Master, right?”
“Yes, Master, always Master!”
Clara used her left hand to pinch and toy with her nipples, while her right hand worked to push and work her Master’s cum into her cunt. She loved to have his seed within her. She tried to avoid rubbing her clit, but David did not miss this fact. He commanded her to fuck her cunt with her fingers and rub her clit with her thumb. Clara obeyed, watching as David stroked his cock while he watched her. Her breathing increased, and despite her best efforts to control herself, she began to feel her need to cum rising within her like a raging storm. She whimpered and lifted her head to look at her Master.
“Master!” she cried out, heavy need evident in her voice.
“Yes, Slut?” he asked with a cool calmness that made her whimper more.
“Master, please!” Clara called out.
“Please what, my Slut?”
“Please, Master, I need to come!”
“Beg, Slut!”
Clara could not think. She simply opened her mouth and begged. “Please Master! Please let me come! Please allow me to come, Master! Please… I need it! I crave it! Please….please….please! Master…please!”
“Control yourself, Slut! Continue to fuck that slutty cunt with your hands and rub that clit! Don’t you dare stop, Slut, but don’t you dare come until you hear my command! You will be a perfectly trained and obedient Cum Slut. Do you understand me?”
Clara nodded and bit her lower lip. “Yes, Master,” she gritted out. Her chest heaved, and she had a loose grip on her control. She felt on the brink, barely holding on. She needed to beg again. “Master! Oh my God, Master! Please! Please let me cum! Please Master! Master, Please….”
David watched tears slide down Clara’s delicate face. He could hear the sheer desperation in her voice. Her skin was flushed, and her lips parted as she panted. Her body shook, her back arched, and deep moans emitted from her throat. He toyed with the idea of denying her again, but she had been such a good and obedient slut that he decided she had surely earned her orgasm.
“Now, Slut! Come now!” he commanded loudly. “Come for your Master! Come hard for your Master, now!”
Clara’s body shook, and her short moans became a long, loud series of grunts. Her breathing was heavy, and some high-pitched sounds slipped past her lips. She wiggled and writhed before him. David watched her extreme wetness and the butt plug that filled her ass. He stroked his cock while he watched her finish her intense climax. When she seemed relaxed, David climbed to his knees between her legs. Clara lay back and watched him. He lifted her legs and pressed them back toward her stomach. Clara immediately wrapped her arms around her bent legs to hold them in place. Carefully, David reached down between his Slut’s ass cheeks and took hold of the butt plug. Ever so gently, he eased it out, and Clara gasped as she found herself empty. She would not be empty for long. He reached for the bag again, pulling out a medium-sized butt plug. She smiled a pleased smile, and so he lubricated it and pushed it deeply into place. Clara grunted. David’s cock throbbed.
Once her ass was sufficiently stuffed, he took her legs and lowered them, spreading them wide. He used his hands to spread and inspect her wet cunt before lifting her hips off the floor. He slid the head of his cock into her hole. Clara moaned. He slid a little deeper, holding his body upright so he could watch himself penetrate his Slut. Then, with one long, deep thrust, he entered her to the hilt. Clara cried out, and this was David’s undoing. He began to fuck her hard, with deep and rapid strokes. In and out of her cunt, pushing deep and hard! Their bodies came together with a slapping sound. Moaning and grunting from them both.
David fucked Clara hard for several long minutes until he felt his need to cum. “Beg for my cum, Slut!”
“Please! Please, Master! Please give me your Cum! Please let me have your hot cum! Please, Master… I am a Cum Slut and I need your hot cum… I crave it… please Master!”
“Cum with me now, Slut!” David pushed deeply into Clara’s cunt one last time. As he felt his hot seed speed deep into her cunt, he also felt her pussy contract hard all around his cock. She felt like a vice. She writhed and moaned below him, her head tossing from side to side. David grunted and panted heavily as sweat ran down his face.
When David pulled his cock from his Slut, he watched a stream of their combined cum rush down between her ass cheeks. He smiled a satisfied smile. His Slut had just had a small taste of what he had in store for her, but now they would have to clean up for dinner. After which, they would surely return to their games.
“You pleased me, Slut.”
“Thank you, Master, I always aim to please you! But Master, you please me too!”
