Master just finished fucking my cunt.  Well, Master just finished fucking my cunt then griping the pink straps to my head   harness all while cumming all over my face.  (In fact, if one were to look closely at the pink strap just above my nose one would see Masters' cum dripping down the leather.)

I was not expecting Master to greet me with such sexual aggression.  I had been waiting by the front door on my knees, a smile to my lips as I had spent the afternoon using the Hitachi wand to cum, twice and I was looking forward to giving Master a thank you kiss.  Unlike his usual routine, Master greeted me with a light peck on my forehead than immediately retired upstairs.  He was gone but a moment and as he climbed down the stairs I could barely catch what was in his hands.  Before I had a chance to see what he was holding, Master removed my glasses, all while walking behind me, placing the black hood over my head.  I inhaled deeply, immediately submersed in the sweet feeling of being cocooned; however, my intoxication did not end there.  Apparently Master wanted to ensure I was bound entirely and without pausing pulled my favourite pink head harness over my head, lacing the neck tightly, causing the gag to push past my lips, stuffing my mouth.

I am not certain if it was the sweet scent of leather or the tightness of the head gear but by the time Master had guided me to the sofa, my cunt was already convulsing.  As Master pushed my torso into the back of the sofa, I began to beg Master to fuck his cunt.  I wanted to feel Masters' cock stuff me full, I wanted to feel Master  pound deep inside me and luckily for me, Master wanted the same thing.  Although I was completely aroused, my cunt was not quite wet and with a little help of some grapeseed oil, Master slipped his cock deep into my cunt and before I had a chance to exhale, Master was pumping hard and deep.  I was immediately consumed with lust and the sensation of his shaft rubbing in and out of my already sensitive hole caused me to whimper, to moan, to beg for more.  This was the first time I did not care that I would end up drooling all over my tits. I did not care that I could barely breathe, that my nostrils were filling up with the black material, all I cared about was pleading for Master to fuck me harder, to fuck me deeper, to continue to fuck me until he had his fill.

Master pushed me into the seat of the sofa, slamming his body against mine, then after some begging, Master pulled me to the wall, where I bent over, my right hand gripping my right ankle, my left hand bracing myself against the wall.  Eventually Master moved me to the cat tower where I rested my torso against the top perch, my fingers digging into the posts below all while Master clawed at my hips, driving his cock even deeper into my now dripping slit. No matter where Master put me, I could not help but want for more.  There was one moment where Master guided me to sit down on his cock, my feet flat on the floor, knees bent. I immediately felt Master push even deeper inside my cunt and I was trembling almost instantly.  Master instructed me to rock back and forth on his cock and with every jarring movement I came closer and closer to climaxing.  At one point, when my clit pressed against his pubic bone, a wicked shiver ran straight up my spine and down through my toes.  I had experienced what I can only describe as a rather intense and foreign orgasm. The sensation was so intense I pushed my body completely off of Master, allowed my legs to fall to the side, hoping Master would not touch me, not wanting any part of me to touch my cunt.  Within minutes, Master had me up on all fours, face smashed into the carpet while he thrusted hard against my ass, pushing his cock further inside of the cunt he owns.

After being tossed around the living room, Master returned my used body back to the sofa, propping me up on a cushion then teasing my cunt with the tip of his cock.  Master would slide ever so slowly inside of me only to stay still or lightly shake.  I did not want gentle, I wanted rough. I wanted animalistic, primal fucking and Master was torturing me with such gentle and teasing strokes.  Every time Master would torment with a slight wiggle I would beg Master to fuck me harder, I would beg Master to use his bitch in heat, I would beg Master to allow me to suck his cock, to have his cum.  I believe Master was feeling generous and although I could not see what he was doing I could feel him tug on my harness and eventually I felt his thighs in front of me.  I could tell by both the jerking of the leather as well as Masters' guttural sounds that he was stroking his cock and it was my greatest wish that he would cum all over me.

My wish was indeed granted.  Within seconds Master was taping the head of his cock against my mesh covered head and instantly I felt the heat of his cum seeping into the hood, staining my flesh.  I was in a state of euphoria as Master moved, grabbing the camera then yanking me by the top of my head, Master pulled me into the foyer, pushing me against a door.  I was still high as I heard the flash go off and within minutes Master had captured numerous photographs of his cum coated slave.  Although I could not taste Master, I certainly could smell his release and the mere scent of him caused me to leak all over again.  As I continued to kneel, Master tugged once more on the head harness, moving his fingers to the lace, slowly releasing me from the leather.  Once my mouth was free, Master slammed his cock down my throat cunt, gagging me, causing me to choke.  The sensation of gasping around his cock is euphoric for me and although it terrifies me when I struggle to breathe, it also ignites a level of lust that practically consumes my entire being.  Master only permitted me a few moments with his cock before tugging the black encasing from my head, followed by Master demanding me to crawl to the sofa, curling up on the cushions.  Shortly after snuggling into the back of the chesterfield, Master brought a glass of water to me, instructing me to drink the entire cup, which I greedily did.

As I sat there, gulping down the cool liquid I could not help but smile at the fact that Master had greeted me in such a fashion, greeted me by fucking me hello.  I am certain to believe that Master will not always come home after a long day at work, bend me over and stuff the cunt he owns with his hard cock; however, I know I will never look at Masters' return from work ever the same.  I simply do not know how he might say hello again.

Oh the possibilities!

~His

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