MASTER AND ME

*** Mature content.

A man approximately 6ft tall, well-built, tattooed chest and pierced nipples, wearing a sexy faux leather zipper shorts walked inside a dark room.  The room had red walls, dark brown curtains and a king size bed.  A women wearing a nude thong lay on the bed, she had the most voluptuous figure.

Her huge buttocks were like two bun, ready to be explored, her skin looked soft and shiny under the faint sunlight seeping in through the curtain, moving due wind.

The woman turned around when she heard the footstep. She noticed this man walking towards her with a whip in his hand.

"Don't hit me. I'll do anything you say." The woman pleaded.  "Show me what you got, bitch." The man's deep and stern voice could be heard.  The woman gulped and bit her lips. She moved towards the edge of the bed and knelt, her soft hands leisurely travelled on his muscular body, she licked him from his abdomen tracing it towards the nipples. She circled her tongue, licked it and tugged the ring piercing with her teeth, a little.

The man pushed her towards the bed. "Spread it Bitch."

She removed the only garment on her body and spread her leg and started to finger herself with one hand while other squeezed her perfect round bosom.

"Hmph!!!" she moaned in a little loudly.

The man hit her with the whip, which smacked her thigh and she shuddered and whimpered.  He moved in closer, put both her legs over his shoulders and hit her buttocks three to four times with his huge hand, it went dark reddish in color and she moaned even more louder, in pleasure. 

The man came on top of her and she wrapped her hands over his shoulder, kissing his lips.  She bit her lower lip, when she realized that man has his fingers inside her and he moved it slowly and steadily making her wet.  She moaned into the kiss and arched her back, he kneaded her bosom and put it in his mouth to lick and tease it. "Ohhh! yeah.." she moaned and hissed.

"Sh—hhh" a voice interrupted. "Switch!"

The man released her hand from his shoulder, then tossed her over, making that women linger on top of him. "Do me", he said.  She moved down, unzipped his shorts from both sides and his semi- hardness bounced in front of her face.  She licked the tip of it, taking in the taste of pre cum. Moving slowly upwards, taking it fully inside her mouth, till it hit her throat and made her gag. 

He did not touch her head or pulled it, he just put his hand behind his head and watched the view. The woman spat on it, licked and increased her pace, up and down his hardness over and over again.

"Useless woman" he snarled mockingly. He tossed her over again and now she was below him.  "Don't touch me."

He slowly and steady licked her clit, teasing it. She moaned "Mmm.." she was pulling her own hair. He sucked on and bit her thighs, she moaned even louder.

"Whore! You are not allowed to scream.." the man ordered. "…if I hear your voice once again..." he paused.  "You'll be discarded." came a voice.  "No.." she cried. "Please pardon me, Ju-just one more time."

"You are not allowed to cum either." The tattooed man warned.

That man went on and tied her hand to the wooden headrest, both her legs were spread and tied to each sides of the bed. He pulled out a gag toy and put it on her mouth, moved back to her wetness and licked it.  He teased her clit, sucking it hard, moved his tongue all over her wetness and sucked hard.  The woman tried her best not to scream, her body was shivering with pleasure.

When the man came on top of her again, kissed and teased her roundness she arched her back giving him more access.  He inserted himself and thrust in her hard and fast.

This tortured pleasuring act went on for an hour or so, when finally she was allowed to have her release, freed from the gag and also the bed.  That man threw her clothes on her face and ordered her to get out.  She picked up her clothes and slowly got into it, then she found an envelope on the bed. She took it and left the room quietly.

Soon after the women left, the tattooed man walked towards a wall and pushed it, which opened towards another room. He walked inside and knelt in front of another man.

"Did you enjoy it, master?" he asked, his voice sounded like a raspy moan.

"Nothing can pleasure me more than you." The other man replied and pulled tattooed man's chin to make him look at his face.

I am here at your service, master." He looked at his master and replied in a husky voice.

"Good." He pulled the tattooed man on his lap. He spread his legs on both sides and sat on him.

The master kissed his lips passionately, inserting his tongue in his mouth and tasting every corner. The master's kisses trailed down his neck and stalled on his piercing. He then, rolled his tongue around it making that man shiver with pleasure, he sucked hard and tugged the ring piercing and they both moaned.

The tattooed man arched his back, moved a little backward and rested his back towards the wall, one of his leg went above the master's shoulder, whilst the other man unzipped his boxer.

Again, his hardness bounced right in front of his face.

"Damn. Look at that!" the master exclaimed. A satisfied smirk etched on his face.

He filled his mouth with the hardness and sucked it hard. The tattooed man moaned, tucked and pulled his master's hair to give him more access. He spread his legs as wide as he could, so there is no restrain between them.

The man pulled him closer and went back to kissing him passionately. They both moaned into the kiss.

The tattooed man began undressing his master, not leaving the kiss. The master tugged on his below lips, biting it, sucking it hard.

"Ahh! Let me pleasure you tonight, master." He purred and moaned. "Hmm...please."

Just when he was done undressing his master and adjusted himself in between his legs, they heard a knock on the door.

"What the fuck? I told you, no one disturbs me." The master shouted.

The door opened, "It's me sir.. I am extremely sorry to interrupt your precious time, but this is really important."

The new person came forward and whispered something into the master's ears. "Fuck that slutty bitch."

They dressed up and were about to leave, when the master pulled the tattooed man into his arms. "I have this questions that bothers me everytime I watch you with those thirsty whores."

"What is it master?" he looked at him with questioning face.

"Why don't you ever, get turned on by them? I never see you willingly kissing them either." The master shrugged. "No matter how much they insist and provoke you."

"I and my body belong to you master. Nobody will ever be able to replace you." The tattooed man sincerely replied.

He bent down and kissed his master, who stood 5'10. "When will that day come, when you would join me in bed, instead of just watching?"

"The day I find someone who fits my taste." The master simply replied.

"The day you join me on that side, I will do you whatever you tell me to. Even kiss her for that matter, only if that is what you want." The tattooed man answered.

He kissed his master over and over again, not letting go of his lips.

The person waiting for the master to accompany him, cleared his throat. "We need to leave, sir."

The master groaned, "I'll see you soon. Wait for me."

The moment his master left, he came home and took a cold shower. He stood below the running water and carefully washed himself. He could feel a hand snaking through his waist, moving down to his crotch taking it in its palm and rubbing it, playing with it and teasing him.

"Hmph! Oh Master." He moaned in his touch. "You're back?"

"I couldn't leave you like that." He whispered in his ears. "Plus, I wanted it more."

The tattooed man switched the water to warm, turned around to find him naked, he pinned the master towards the wall and kissed him furiously but with passion.

The master grabbed a bunch of his hair and return the kiss with equal hunger.

The kisses trailed down his master's neck, taking in his body scent he moaned and bit it.

"Fuck! Your kisses give me fever, making me weak all over." The master's voice quavered and he held on to his muscular shoulder even tightly.

"And you'll be the death of me master." He countered, his voice hoarse and low. Having said that, he kissed his master with lust and hunger that knew no boundary.

He went down on his knees and marveled on the amazing view in front of him. He touched it with his hand and slid the head in his mouth. He took a bite of his master's flesh as he sunk his teeth in a little.

The master gripped and pulled his hair harder. "You're an animal"

"Not for you" he winked.

"You're punishing me." The master moaned.

His eyes went behind his head and brains shut down. His skin electrified giving out goosebumps.

"I'm pleasuring you." The tattooed man countered and smiled.

The master pulled him up and kissed his lips, tasting himself on the other man's lips. He sucked hard on his neck, so much so that, apart from his chest, another tattoo formed on his neck.

"Ma-ssssss-t-errr" he hissed and groaned.

He turned his master around and held his stomach tightly. He inserted himself and thrusted hard. The master pushed himself backwards and stuck to his tattooed chest, holding him by his neck.

He nipped and bit his master ears, sucking it.

The master twisted his face and kissed him, their tongue wrestled and explored each other.

"Goodnesssssssss. You're making me addicted to you." The master complained and sunked his teeth on his muscular shoulder, licking it to soothe the pain.

The other man, smiled "I will do anything for you master. But, I want you to forbid me from doing that, with those sluts. I only want to do it with you."

"Someday. You'll just be mine." The master assured.

By the time they were done with the activity, they were far beyond breathless. They took bath and the master left, but not before kissing his lips softly. "See you soon."

xxxxx

Lyrical called up Melody and told her she'll be a little late for office today, as her aunt was suddenly feeling dizzy and she needed to take her to visit her doctor.  Although, Lyrical was instructed to take leave and stay at home, but she was against it.

"I would love to see you in office, but your aunt needs you." Melody goaded her, as usual.  "But, my boss too needs her... Assistant. So, I'm coming." Lyrical had replied. 

After Lyrical and Aunt Marissa came out of the doctor's cabin, she called up Norman, whilst collecting the medicines from the store. It went unanswered. 

It was only after she had reached the office, was when her brother called back. "Ssup kiddo?" he teased playfully.

"Norman, why are you always unreachable? In case of emergency I can get hold of you." Lyrical grumbled and complained.  "Whoa! Sis. What's wrong? I was taking a bath." Norman chuckled.

Lyrical was upset with him, so she did not bother to reply. When there was silence on the other end, Norman thought the call must have been disconnected.  "Hello!" Norman said multiple times on the phone. He also checked his phone screen to make sure the call hasn't really got disconnected.

"Aunt Marissa was unwell since morning and I took her to the doctor, when Uncle Simon went to see one his friend. I don't know how to tell him, he is also getting old and I don't want to worry him. So, I needed my brother to help me out." Lyrical sighed with tiredness.

"Do.. you want me to come home?" Norman asked her in a worried tone.

"No. She is fine now. But, they both are getting old and aunt is constantly sick. All I want is, you to be available and answer the phone whenever I call you. I don't know when I might need your help," Lyrical sighed tiredly.  "At least call and check on them tonight." she suggested.

"Ok my dear sister, I'll do as say. You take care," Norman teased her again, just to make her smile. But Lyrical did not smile. 

Lyrical went home early that entire week, to stay by her aunt's side. Her uncle was also getting worried about his wife's constant health issues.

It is true that the doctors had assured them it's only because of old age, however still, Lyrical and Uncle Simon couldn't help but worry.