Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled ‘Master’s Choice for the Mistress”. Our eyes meet and lock in this lustful moment. Your hands caress my face and I tremble, feeling anxious to please you.
I take you in, slowly, every inch of you fills my mouth. Your hardness drowns In my saliva while my lips move up and down your length. Gradually, your taste spreads making me thirst for you. Your breathing becomes heavy with each stroke of my mouth. Your fingers grip my hair and your eyes show fulfillment. You shudder violently and your warmth floods my mouth. I swallow it, I taste it, I love it.
Master, will you spank me, your Mistress? I hope you will
I scurried around the house, trying to get everything perfect for your visit. My heart is pounding in my chest, the excitement of knowing you will be here soon almost more than I could take. I enjoy our secret fuck sessions and when I think about them I am instantly aroused. After all, you are the hottest guy I have ever known. You know this. I just can’t take my mind off of you, Sir.
I stopped in the middle of the living room, getting a crystal clear vision of being draped over your lap, your hand caressing my bare bottom. I smiled at that thought…
I had already changed the sheets on the bed, cleaned the floors and bathroom, washed the dishes, did some laundry, and stocked the refrigerator. I had fresh candles for the whole house, and musk bubble bath for the tub. I had two bottles of bubbly wine, and two crystal glasses ready.
I ran a hot bath, and slipped into it. I shaved my legs, then under my arms, being careful not to nick myself. My hands were trembling as I took shuddery little breaths, thinking about what would happen later that night. I really want you.
You don’t know how much I need your hands on me, your mouth against mine, your hard length buried inside me.
Your voice turns me on. I once got three orgasms out of me with just the sound of your voice. That deep voice, telling me what you would do to me whenever we are together. Tell me I am your possession. Fuck, I crave your touch, your taste and your soul, why do you do this to me?
I shook myself and got up out of the tub, knowing time was running short. I dried myself off, and got dressed in a light summer dress, and nothing underneath, just as you had instructed me. I laid out all the toys you asked me to have ready. The small flogger, the butt plug, the vibrator, the lubricant, the paddle, and a blindfold. We had agreed no restraints this session.
As soon as everything was ready, I went into the kitchen and opened one of the bottles of wine, and poured a glass. I sat down in the living room to wait. The cold crisp wine felt soothing on my parched throat. I was trembling with tension, a delicious sense of anticipation rippling through me.
I heard your car drive up, and I jumped, spilling the wine all over my hand. I raced to the door, and there you are. My sexy Sir.. I mean Master. Your beautiful brown hair and brown eyes, everything about you, so hot. You stepped in, and I moved back, unable to speak. I had never felt so nervous in all my life, wanting so much for you to love the sight of me.
You looked down at my wet hand, and took it in yours. You brought it to your mouth, and licked the wine off my hand. You turned my hand over and your velvety soft tongue lapped over my wrist. I was sure you could feel my heart thundering in my veins. You shut the door and leaned back against it. I gazed into your brown eyes, losing sight of everything else.
"Hello," you said quietly. Oh fuck… I love your voice.
"Hello, Master," I said shyly. You stepped closer and brought your hand up to my face, caressing it slowly, "Relax, sweetie,” you said soothingly.
You pulled me into your arms, nuzzling your face into my neck, and my arms wrapped around you. I could feel our bodies touching from knees to shoulders. I clung to you, taking deep breaths. I could feel my breasts pressing against your hard chest, and my nipples hardening. Your body felt amazing, and warm, and comforting, yet arousing at the same time.
Your hands began moving slowly up and down my back, pulling me towards you more. Your firm thigh slipped between mine, and you pushed up, almost lifting me off the floor. I gasped, and my fingers dug into your back.
Warm hands came up to frame my face, and he stared at me for what seemed an eternity, then your mouth lowered to mine in a soft kiss of possession. As the kiss went on and on, I felt myself becoming weak, pliant, your.
Breaking the kiss, you turned me around, my back against your chest. Your hands cupped my breasts, lifting, molding them in your hands, your thumbs flicking over the nipples. Your mouth traveled over my neck and shoulder, making me whimper with need for you.
Walking me towards the bed, you pushed me down on it, your weight crushing me into the mattress. You knelt between my spread legs, your hands sliding the dress up my legs and over my hips. Your hands began kneading my soft cheeks, slowly, gently at first, then harder. My back was arching, pushing up into those hands more.
The first swat took me by surprise. The burning stinging pain took my breath away. I groaned. Again your hand came down on my cheek, alternating between crisp swats and rough caresses. My hands clutched at the bedspread, and I shoved my face into the bed, trying to muffle my groans.
A strong hand came up to grip my hair. "I want to hear you, my Mistress,” you told me hoarsely as you pulled my face up.
"Yes, Master," I moaned.
Those firm hands began to massage and rub up and down my long back. Little whimpers and soft moans were all the sounds I could get out as your hands did their magic. My legs parted more in response, and I could feel my throbbing pussy clenching.
One hand slid down my hip, across my rounded bottom, and between my legs. You growled low in your throat as you encountered the slick wetness only you aroused in me. “Tell me what you want," you whispered.
"I......ooooh, fuck,” I groaned as a long finger slipped into my wet heat. "Oh, Master, please," I whimpered.
"Please what, sweetie?”
I didn't even know what I was begging for, only that you would give it to me, whatever it was. "Take me, Master, make me yours."
"Oh, sweetie,” you murmured. Leaning down, kissing my warm cheeks, first one, then the other. "You are mine. All mine."
I heard the rustle of clothing, then the bed sinking down. I felt you behind me, warm, solid, strong. Your firm hands caressed down my back, pushing the dress up more. "Kneel, my cumslut,” you ordered.
Without a conscious thought, I lifted to my knees, offering myself. Picking up the flogger, you began sliding the strands across my skin. I could feel each individual strip as it moved over me. You moved closer to me, your hard beautiful cock rubbing across my wetness.
"Bring yourself to the edge." You demanded.
I reached a hand under me, and captured your cock with my fingers, pressing it against me. I felt you jump and shudder as I touched you. Your cock is so fucking hard. I love your cock.
You began snapping the flogger across my back and bottom. Lightly at first, then sharper, harder. The strands wrapped around me, driving me crazy. I rocked my hips against you, rubbing you on my clit. Your other hand reached down and gripped my hair tightly, tugging it. I groaned in response, loving the feeling.
My legs started shaking and spreading wider apart as I approached release. "Stop,," you barked. My hand dropped and I took several deep breaths. "Good girl," you said soothingly. "Now again."
My hand began rubbing again, directly on my clit this time, wanting to cum so badly. I growled.
"Say it, pet," you moaned.
"Fuck me, Master," I said, quietly.
"Louder, Slut.”
The lust was pulsing in my blood now, and I obeyed. "Fuck me, Master," I almost shouted. I grunted as your cock slammed into me in one smooth motion, shoving me forward.
I couldn't believe the sensation of your thickness invading my tight pussy. I pushed back towards you, wanting more, all of you.
"To the edge,," you hissed.
Rubbing my hard clit fast and rough, I was groaning all the while. "Tell me when," you barked.
"Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, Master," I screamed.
"Cum, my Slut, NOW," you roared.
I exploded under you, my back bowing up as I screamed your name. My inner walls clamped down on you as you rammed into me hard. As I convulsed again and again as your own orgasm claimed you. I could feel your body tightening behind me as you buried yourself into me.
Your hands were tight around my hips as you slammed into me over and over, pumping your creamy gift of cum deep inside me.
We collapsed on the bed, your weight again crushing me into the bed. We panted heavily, then you kissed my cheek.
"Round one,," you whispered huskily. I just smiled.
