Note: To everyone who wrote asking 'who's Nikki?' - she's a typo. Sorry. Nate.
I didn't see Missy for two weeks after that. She was busy. Some kind of project at her job, and her husband was home. We talked on the phone everyday. I let her cum with me on the phone. She sounded real hot, moaning and groaning for me, begging me to let her cum again. I only let her cum once a day.
Then things got right, and it was play time.
She came over, and I was in my favorite chair. She was wearing a real tight pink dress. Shit. Should be a crime for a girl to go out looking that fuckable.
It was all shiny, barely covered her tits, and only stretched a little past her round ass. The white high heels made her legs look real long, like they went on forever. I was rock hard just seeing her; wanted to bend her over the second she came in.
I snapped my fingers and watched her get on her knees, like a good girl, and crawl to me and kiss my feet before she knelt between my open legs.
"Really good to see you, Sir. Your little bitch missed you."
I could hear in her voice how desperate she was for my cock. Her nipples just about poked right through the thin little dress.
I leaned over and ran my hands over her hard nipples. "Yeah, baby? Show your Master how much you missed me."
My girl didn't waste any time. She kissed my cock and balls all over. The feel of her warm lips through my thin under pants drove me crazy, but I pushed her back, made her sit up. "Show me those tits I own."
"Yes, Sir."
She reached around, undid her little halter dress, and pushed it down. Then she arched her back, hands behind her, and her perky round tits stood up, pink nipples hard and swollen.
I bent over and sucked on one hard nipple, while my hand slid between her spread thighs and touched her. "You want your Master's black cock up your tight pink pussy?"
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, squirming. "Please, Sir."
"You know what you gotta do, baby," I said, sliding my finger all along her wet slit. "Let me hear you."
"Please, Sir," she said, writhing on my finger. "Please fuck your slut. Slide your fat black cock up my pussy. I need it real bad, Sir. Please."
I slid my shorts down. "Get on all fours and lick my cock. Don't suck, or I'll hold you down and fuck your ass real hard, like I been wanting to all week."
She got on all fours, ass up and buried her face between my legs. I felt her silky hair tickling my thighs. Her hot tongue on my hard cock felt real good. I moaned and ran my fingers through her hair, watching my girl lick my cock up and down.
I reached down and twisted her nipples slowly back and forth. She moaned. "Good bitch. You want me to fill your throat first, or your pussy?"
"My throat, Sir." She licked all over my balls. Her tongue was everywhere, making me hot as hell for her.
"My little bitch needs her face fucked by a thick black cock?"
She licked all over my cock head. "Yes, Sir. Please. Fuck your slut's face."
I smiled. "Good girl. Master's gonna make a deal with you. I'm gonna fuck that hot pussy. You don't cum, and I'll fill your throat."
She bit her lips, looked scared.
I stroked her face. "What is it, baby?"
"Sir, if your slut cums with your cock in me, will you punish me?"
"No, baby. I'll just cum up your pussy and you'll have to get me hard again if you want your face fucked."
Her eyes slid away from me. "Yes, Sir."
"Come here, baby," I said, pulling her closer between my legs. "Talk to me. What is it?"
She knelt back, twisting her fingers together. "I know I'm just your slut, Sir."