It was about 9 p.m. when I clutched and rolled into his driveway. I liked it right away- especially when two dogs came running to meet me.
I parked in the open garage and slung my bag over my shoulder, and walked to the open barn door.
"Hey stranger." I couldn't help but smile at seeing him again. The tension wasn't there yet.
He smiled his winning smile and showed me inside. He was very polite, telling me to show myself around as he took care of this and that. The tension still wasn't there.
Well, and then he tossed a dog collar at me. "Oh, and that's yours," he smirked as it landed by my feet, and I could feel the color rise.
I left it by my bag, jacket and shoes, and followed him as he walked to the next room.
I've always enjoyed watching him. The way he moves has a lithe athletic grace that I envy as he swings into the couch, looks expectantly up at me, and says, "Strip."
I'm caught off guard, but I only miss one beat. My shirt comes up over my head, my bra unhooks behind my back, and my sweatpants come down. I don't wear underwear- he likes that. I fumble taking off my socks, and mutter something about how I can't have sex with socks on, even though they allegedly assist with orgasms.
"We'll see," he smirks. He smirks a lot. It's hot as hell. He takes off his own socks, and tells me, "Down."
My knees drop to the carpet instantly. He stands, and starts unbuttoning his jeans. I lean forward quickly, expectantly, and I hear a quiet, "Ah, did I say come here?"
I blush silently and drop back to my heels. I've forgotten my place in my excitement.
He sits down again, makes himself comfortable, looks back at me. "Now you can."
I crawl forward a pace, and keep my hands in my lap. I don't want to presume again.
He smirks- he likes this. "Go ahead."
I'm so excited- I haven't sucked my Master's cock in months. I hold it in both hands, licking the tip, enjoying the smooth skin, sucking the drop of precum from it, and running my tongue down every side of the shaft. When he's hard and wet I move back up the top, and start sucking.
About half of my Master's cock fits in my mouth easily, and right now I bob my head over that length, playing with my tongue a little, and enjoying the taste of him.
His hand runs ever so gently over my face, my neck, my hair. I know I tense- the last time he did this, he whispered, "It is so fucking tempting to slap the shit out of you right now."
But he doesn't whisper that, or anything. And he doesn't slap me. He just caresses my face as I start taking him deeper. My Master is 8 inches, and this isn't easy. But I have to get him all the way down, I've been practicing, and he knows it.
"Really trying to get that nose, aren't you?"
I nod around his cock, and push lower again, suppressing the gag as the tip enters my throat- and feel my nose touch the soft black hair under his navel.
I pull his cock all the way out, and grin up at him, and continue sucking. It hasn't been long before he tells me to stop, and to turn around.
Here, the tension really starts.
I turn on my knees, and drop to all fours, spreading my legs, arching my back.
I've always loved his hands, I think as he touches me the lazy, gentle way he does, as if he's just finding the curves and lines on my body. He traces my spine, my hip, my thigh.
His hand suddenly pulls away, and smacks my ass sharply. I gasp, and can feel my right cheek start to redden.
His hand returns, massaging the sore place, pulling my ass open.
His finger runs down over my virgin ass, and I know I tense. I tell myself to relax, but I don't need to. His finger runs over my soaked pussy, and I hear a quiet chuckle. "Maybe later," he says, and my excitement and nerves both swell.
I hear a click, and cold lube drips over my asshole. "You're going to play with that, and I'm going to watch, got it?"
I mutter a breathless "yessir" and move one hand back to my ass. I massage the lube over it, trying to get used to the cold. I know he's waiting, and I dip two fingers in.
It isn't terrible, and much easier with the lube. It doesn't feel especially wonderful, but I want to please my Master, so I moan as I slide my two fingers in, entirely out, and back in.
My right arm gets tired, so I switch hands, and add a finger. Now there are three in my ass, and I can't help but moan a little. Then I remember Master's cock is bigger than four of my fingers, and I have to tell myself to relax again.
Master slaps my ass again, harder, and I gasp. I know it's red, and it's burning. I hear the smile in his voice as he murmurs, "Hm, that's a little tender."
I say nothing as his hand dips to my pussy, soaking fucking wet, and slides a thumb in. I want to push my hips back, to take more of him, but I know that isn't what he wants of me right now.
Right now I'm his anal whore.
He pulls out of my pussy, running a finger over my clit. I'm stock still except for my hand- I want him to touch me there, my poor pussy needs his attention.
He slaps it. He slaps it again, and again, quick, sharp little smacks on my clit and wet pussy.
And I moan- I can't help it.
He laughs at me when I gasp when he takes his hand away- I'm expecting another slap, and I don't know if I want it or not.
