I begged. I might have whined just a wee bit.
“nilla, you are tired. you worked hard today with your house project. And more tomorrow. And the heat.
“Masterrrrrrrrr…I’m such a horny slut!”
“you were born horny nilla.”
“OH Master, puleeeeze?”
“Okay nilla, you get one O”
Then silence. I breathe a thank you and then silence. I let it go for a moment.
“Isn’t this the part where you ask Me about what conditions you may have this O under?”
“Oh, no, Master… a very wise Man once told me to take what I got and run with it, and don’t ask questions.”
He laughs. “you’re a smart slut.”
I laugh. “Thank You, Master.”
“Now, the conditions are…” (I groan) “Shuddup, nilla”
“You remember when I grab your pussy right there at the top, two fingers just inside your cunt, and pull up and squeeze the shit out of your clit?”
“Yes Master….(soft moan)…” This always, always ALWAYS makes me cum, cum Hard, and often squirt. NO matter HOW many O’s I’ve had before.
Even when I lay there begging for Him to stop…that I can’t…don’t…have anything left…if He grabs me there and finger fucks me …I cum.
“I want you to do that when you work for your O…no. Wait.”
He pauses a moment, and I hear Him shift in his seat. “Get your dildo. NOW!”
He all but barks it at me. “Hurry up, slut. Got it?”
“Yes Master, got it…”
“Grab that pussy…GRAB IT!…Now FUCK.. fuck your cunt, you little whore…”
and I am UP UP over the edge, cumming like a crazed woman. Slut. Whatever.
I start to laugh, still so turned on, so pumped ….
“Oh Master, I came, came hard. Again…Your voice…the memory, the pull…”
There is a moment of silence.
“15 seconds, nilla. You little slut! It only took 15 seconds for you to cum.”
“Well, Master, I told you I was horny.”
“Yeah, well, you were born horny. Air makes you horny.” He is amused. I hear the laugh in his voice, the tenderness there, too. And the almost amazed head-shaking…I can hear that in His next comment, too. And it makes me smile.