MasterMine

I'm day dreaming about your hands.

I'm imagining you, incredibly sexy and tall, pushing me up against a wall, fingers trailing up my side, over my breast, to push my shirt off my shoulders. You press your lips against my throat and bite me lightly, just enough to make me whimper, then you soothe the wound with your tongue.

Your fingertips are rough against my skin, and they bite into my breast as you take off my bra, and you pluck at my nipples, mouth still on my collar.

I clumsily play with the hem of your shirt, lightly touching your stomach, fingers dancing around the top of your pants, and I whisper in want, but you tease me as I press my bottom half against you.
Your mouth presses against mine, bruising my lips, setting my glasses askew, and a hand tangles in my hair, pulling, demanding in the sweetest way. I gasp through the slight pain and feel my thighs become moist at the rough treatment. My skin is pale against yours, and I can see the stark contrast between my side and your hand settling there, before moving up to cup me, thumbing my nipple gently. I purr in pleasure, having your hands on me, rough and gentle.

I move to fumble with your buttons, but you slap my hands away with a rough, "Be patient, pet."

I sigh, flushed and ready, but you have different ideas. You push your hand up my skirt, pleased to find no barrier between your questing fingers and my wet heat. You chuckle as you push a single digit in and I push back, eagerly, crying out when you add a second. You slide them in and out a few times, and I'm writhing, wanting something bigger and harder.

You remove your fingers, ignoring my indignant protests, and offer them to my mouth. I accept them, intent on pleasing you, sucking and licking off my juices.

You gasp into my hair, and press against me, hard, and mimic the movements that I am craving.

After your fingers are clean, you pull away, motioning to the bulge in your pants. I nod, and drop to my knees, opening up your pants and pulling you out. You're hard and leaking, and I catch droplets of precome on my tongue, smiling at the taste. I slide the head into my mouth, licking and sucking like you're the most amazing thing I've ever tasted. You grab my hair, pushing into my mouth with gentle force. I steady myself by grabbing your thighs, humming around your cock, licking the underside as you slide deeper, the head nearly touching the back of my throat. You moan and gasp above me, amazing sounds coming from your lips, making me shudder with pleasure. I lower my hand, lifting up my skirt to swirl around my clit.

You stiffen and glare at me, hands tightening in my hair till it feels like you may rip some out.

"Don't," you growl, pumping into my mouth sharply.

I gasp and nod, returning my hand to it's previous position.

You pull out of my mouth, still glaring, and ask, "What do you say, girl?"

"I'm sorry, sir!" I cry, not wanting to displease you.

You nod, and kneel, pulling me into a kiss. My abused lips tingle, and I shiver in anticipation.

You push me onto my hands and knees, pulling my ass into the air. The arousal in my lower body soars, and you spread open my lips and lick, slowly, and I moan. Your tongue slides in and out of my dripping pussy, too slowly for my liking, and my body is so hot, so ready. You withdraw, pushing two fingers inside of me, then pulling them out just as quickly. They're slick ,and you ease one into my other hole, and I fall to my elbows, unable to do much more than whine.

"Oh god, oh god, sir, please just...please!"

You laugh, and press a second finger into me, and I nearly weep at the ache between my thighs, your ministrations not helping the pulsing twinge. You pump your long fingers in and out of me, and kiss the swell of my bottom soothingly.

"What do you want, girl?"

"Please, oh god. Please put it in!"

You bite me sharply, and your voice is rough. "What do you want me to do? Tell me."

"Mmm oh god! I want you to fuck me, sir. Hard and fast, please! I need it!"

You kiss my thigh again, and I feel you move behind me before I feel something pressing into my pussy, slowly easing in, your fingers still buried in my bottom. You stretch me out with the head of your cock, and it's a tight fit, but it feels amazing to finally have you inside of me. My pussy clamps down around you, and you make a noise before thrusting in fully. I nearly shriek, the invasion marvelous, and I press back against you.

"So nice..." I purr, wriggling my hips. You have yet to move, and I'm becoming slightly impatient, but I don't dare ask, lest you pull out and leave me alone, aching and wet.

You leave your cock inside of me for nearly a full two minutes, feeling me around you, tense yet soft. Finally, your fingers slide out of my ass and you slam into my trembling pussy, and I shout in ecstasy. You fill me so well, and you're not wasting your time. You grab at my hair with a hand, the other on my hip, You're thrusting into me, gasping, as I give a little yelp every time you push in, so very deep. My knees are getting sore and rug burned, but it just adds to the delicious sensations you're making me feel. You slap my ass, and I jump, but you rub away the hurt.

"P-puh...Please, sir, may I touch-Ah! myself?"

You grunt, then slap me again. And again. Again. I give a little cry at each, till my cheeks are red.

"No. You. May. Not."

With each word, you jab into me sharply, and by the end of your sentence, I feel myself tighten, tense, my whole body ready for what I know is going to happen.

Then you pull out, and I give a shout.

"Sir! No! Oh god!"

You tug on my hair, not hard enough for me to feel pain, but should you tug harder...

"You were about to come?"

Another tug.

"Ah! Yes, sir!"

"You didn't ask if you were allowed to, girl. You don't want to be punished, do you?"

You slap me, hard, and I jump.

"No sir! I'm sorry, sir!"

You loosen your hold on my delicate strands, and thrust back into my pussy, nearly making the both of us scream.

"What do you want to ask me, girl?"

You continue thrusting, and I try to find my voice.

"M-m-may I...please oh god, please come, sir?"

You grip my hips in your long-fingered hands and lean over my back, pumping into me with deep, short thrusts, and whisper into my ear, "You may."

I gasp, your voice undoing me, as I shudder, my pussy pulsing and fluid dripping down my thighs. I drop down onto my arms, head being supported by my crossed arms, riding out my orgasm with you still riding me, till you, as well, tense and I can feel it, within me, beginning to pulse.

You slide out and drops of come land on my back, and I shiver, warmth spreading though me again, to know that I made you come like that.

You collapse onto me, pulling me to the floor and spooning around my much smaller frame, and I grin, snuggling deeper into the embrace, as my stomach growls.