As soon as I saw Master pull up to the house my stomach fluttered.  I had an itch all day and the only person who could scratch it was Master.  As soon as he entered he squatted, wrapping his arms around me in a warm embrace.  The tingles trickled down through my spine and as Masters' palm smacked my right ass cheek, my cunt began to flood.   I had been aching all day for Masters touch and with each continued swat my desire continued to grow.  After a few sweet kisses and one more substantial swat, Master granted me permission to rise and tend to his dinner.  Even as I was stirring the spaghetti sauce my mind floated back to Masters hands, Masters lips, Masters voice and Masters cock.  At one point while Master was groping my bra clad breasts I managed to strip him of his jeans, my fingertips lightly caressing his covered cock.  Needless to say, dinner was served quickly and I licked my lips hungrily as I watched Master eat, hoping he would devour his food so that I would be granted permission to wrap my lips around what I was really craving.

Eventually Master allowed me to remove the dishes and when I scurried back to his side my hand immediately moved to his cock all while my eyes met Masters'.  There is something absolutely magical when I see a particular smile behind Masters eyes and the silent exchange between us at that exact moment told me Master was feeling rather playful and I embraced his light hearted energy.  My fingers never left Masters crotch, lightly strumming over his length; however, Masters hands moved recklessly over my ass, my breasts, my back and my throat.  And along with his hands, his words were whispering deep inside me, causing my cunt to leak and my need to have him in my mouth greater.  Still, as horny as I was to taste his dripping cock, Master had a different vision of how to use his slave and as his fingers stung against my ass cheek he chuckled as he told me he should fuck my ass cunt.  I become slick when Master tells me he will be using my tight hole; however I really wanted him in my mouth cunt.  Still, Master desired something more and with beautiful control he pulled me to the sofa, pushing my face into the soft cushion.  I remained still as Master walked to the kitchen using the grape seed oil to moisten his cock and fingers and the moment I felt his slippery digits coat my tight hole I moaned knowing how much pleasure I would be receiving once Master pushed himself inside me.  Under Masters instructions I forced myself to relax, pushing out and with very little effort Master slipped his cock inside me, my ass cunt clenching around him.

There is something surreal that happens to me when Master uses me in such a manner.  For reasons I do not know, anal sex makes me squirm, makes me melt, makes me cum in a way no other penetration can and tonight was no exception.  In fact, my ass cunt is so highly sensitive that after the second orgasm Master gave me, I was bucking back into him, trying to push him off of me because I was simply too sensitive.  Master did not give into my pleas and continued to give me three more orgasms before he stopped, washed his cock, only to return to use my mouth and throat cunt for his taking.  Something happens to me when Master uses my mouth cunt, I turn primal.  This sensation has happened once before when Master forced his cock into my ass cunt before it was truly prepared for such an invasion; however, the wild beast in me always comes out when Master chokes me, causing tears to stream down my face as I gag and gasp for air and tonight was no different.

When I feed from Masters' cock I transform into a greedy whore and I will do anything to have Masters' cum slide down my throat cunt and into my stomach.  When I feast on Masters' cock I turn into an animal, a desperate starving alternative of myself and I truly do not care what I have to do in order to bring Master to his very own orgasmic release.  Fortunately or unfortunately, not certain how to think of it, Master made me do very little before he climaxed and I was elated to taste him so quickly.  Generally Master makes me wait a minimum of 60 minutes before he will even consider allowing me to drink; however, I must have been a good slave and so he granted me my dessert far sooner than I had hoped for.

I was a very lucky girl tonight. I was given what I wanted without having to wait that long.  Still, as I sit here all I can think about is Master and feeling his caress, whether it be hard and firm or tender and inviting.  I also can not stop thinking of Masters' cock, thinking of it filling my holes, all of my holes and using me in any way he sees fit.  And I do mean use.  Although I received great pleasure tonight, I absolutely felt like a toy, Masters toy. I felt like  a trinket of sorts for Master and for reasons I can not explain nor justify, the sensation of being Masters object causes my being to ache, to tremble, to ignite.

I am always Masters object, just as I am always his slave, the two stem from the same place but bring a whole different level of pleasure to me and hopefully to Master.  I feel euphoric to have been of good use for Master this evening, I only wish that Master will desire to use me again before bedtime.

~His

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