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Pink Monster
Outside it was a smoldering 95 degrees, and my body hot and sticky from the tiny beads of sweat. I lay there in my gigantic fluffy duvet, the lavender and white colors accenting the warm summer day. Snuggling further down in my bed, i felt the passion rise as i closed my bright green eyes. The music was playing faintly in the background and i could suddenly feel His hands. So strong and powerful, but tender all the same. He touched my feverish flesh with His fingertips, lightly along the curves of my body. i began to feel the yearning tingling inside my belly. i felt Him at my ankles, then rising up, slowly twisting His hands up my outer thighs to my inner thighs. i started to whimper subtly from the pleasure, as He teased me by making tiny circles with the tips of His fingers just in the crease of my thighs and my womanhood. my slender legs fell open, surrendering to His touch, knees almost meeting the bed. Slightly squirming, He denied me what i longed for; the feel of His hands on my hot pussy. Instead, they traveled up, slowly, as if He were getting pleasure from watching me in agony, exploring every inch of my flesh. my eyes still closed tightly, i could feel every movement of His gaze as it burned my flesh. i felt Him circle around my firm breasts, both of His hands teasing the mounds that rose and fell quickly now. i tried to control my breathing, the moans escaping my moist lips, but i couldn’t. The fire was burning much too hot. i arched my back, inviting Him to take His pleasure with my engorged breasts, lifting softly from the bed. He accepted the invitation and kneaded them, pulling firmly at my erect swollen nipples. His palms were open on my sensitive skin; His fingers rolling both of my nipples, making them ache in need. i raised my hands to His back, gently asking Him to come to me, to take me, trying to guide Him between my open legs. He refused, moving one hand to my throat, and the other down my tight tummy, to my patch of tiny dark hairs. He twirled His fingers there, like playing an instrument, He knew exactly what He was doing. i cried out for Him, needing His Manhood, wanting, begging. He moved His hand down further slowly, inserting His index finger into my slit. Starting from my back opening, He slid it all the way up, making me pulse inside. His words filled my head, "oh, My girl, you are so wet for Your Master. Do you enjoy this, or are you just a slut?" i shook my head slowly, but He ignored my answer, maneuvering His body between my legs. i could feel His excitement as He crawled along the inside of my thigh. Lost in blazing passion, never opening my eyes, i moaned louder, begging yet again for the inevitable. Suddenly, without warning, He thrust into me, and pain shot instantaneously through my entire body. i screamed out in torture and pleasure mixed, my wet tight walls opening to adjust to His huge cock. He buried it deep within me, deliberately and controlled, and my screaming lowered to soft shrieks of pleasure. my walls gripped Him tightly as He drew in and out slowly, stopping only occasionally to feel the contractions as He was in as far as He could reach. i reached up my right hand, allowing it to tug and pull on my left breasts. His rhythm quickening, my tummy crying out with desire, i pleaded for permission to cum. He denied, but continued on. i forced my hips against Him, matching every movement He made. Just as i jerked my knees up into the air, i felt Him toss my tiny body around. I fell hard back down on the bed, my face buried into the white pillow. He entered me again, slamming hard into my pussy, as if He couldn’t control His own craving. Over and over, He entered me, fucking me harder and harder. i could sense my own orgasm rising again, the passion deep within needing to be released. i tightened my tummy instantly trying to stop it, but i couldn’t. He felt so good, so hard, i couldn’t stand it. i came, soaking Him with a warm waterfall. my body jolting on the bed, every muscle tense, i felt like i was on fire. my juices covered Him and dripped down my thighs. He slowed His pace knowing i had come, and worry filled me as i thought He was upset for i did not ask permission. He continued in slow and long strokes, filling my inner pussy with His cock deeply. i moaned with pleasure as i felt my body release, softening in the finale of my orgasm. my moans hushed until they were merely heavy breathing, and i pulled Him up to me. i let Him slide along my belly and up between the valley of my breasts, my sweet juice dripping onto my skin. i pulled Him all the way up and into my mouth, having to open wide to hold His size. Licking and sucking, enjoying the sweetness of my own nectar, i completely cleaned Him. Opening my eyes very slowly, seeing His bright pink color, a sense of shame over came me. i was a slut. i was exactly what He said. my eyes flashing with pleasure, not caring at all, i laid the dildo onto the bedside table. i snuggled back into my duvet, feeling spent and content, safe and secure, obedient and pleased: i had done exactly what my Master ordered me to do. i smiled from my heart and drifted softly off to sleep. A warmness filled my dreams of Him. |