Chapter 3

My hands slid higher and higher. Up her thighs to her panties, then past her panties until they reached the bottom of her amazing tits. Climbing those soft fleshy hills, my hands found her silver dollar areolas and I pinched her hard, stiff nipples. She let out a surprised yelp, but she didn’t try to push my hands away. Instead, she arched her back as her surprised yelp turned into a moan of desire ... she liked the feel of my hands giving her tits some of my attention!

My hands then slid back down her sides. It turns out her sides are kind of a hot spot for her as well – she liked when my hands went up and down the sides of her ribcage. But I had a purpose for this trip. I slid them down to her hips and plucked her panty waistband up as they went by.

Slowly I pulled her panties down her hips and she gasped when she felt the cool room air on her newly exposed and very wet pussy. I slid her panties on down her long legs until I pulled them over her heels and off her. I now had a free and clear view and access to her pussy.

I had to smile as I looked at her then. She was laying perfectly still as if she was afraid to move. She had two handfuls of bedsheet wadded up in her clenched fists by her sides and she was biting her bottom lip like she was waiting for something and not sure what it was.

I pushed her knees apart again up to her shoulders, spreading her legs wide so I would have a good angle at her.

“Hold your legs out of the way,” I commanded her and she grabbed her ankles and held them as far apart and close to her as she could.

As I moved back into position at her pussy entrance, I began very lightly brushing my lips along the tender insides of her thighs – first on one side, then the other. Each time I moved a few inches higher and her whimpers got louder and more urgent as I approached her core.

When I was right face to face with her glistening slit, I stopped. Lowering my face to her pussy, I lightly ran my tongue around her puffy lips, intentionally avoiding her swollen clit. I gave a kiss on each side, then using my thumbs I spread open her treasure box. The blast of warm, sweet scent that greeted me made my mouth water. I peeked inside that pinkness to see her dripping with sweet womanhoney.

I softly blew a breath over that honeyhole. The warmth of my breath on her wetness tingled her and shot sensations up and down her body and jewel moaned.

“Master, please ... please don’t tease me ... I can’t...” she moaned.

She never finished that sentence. Without warning, I clamped my mouth over that dripping hole and my tongue plunged in deep and immediately began gathering her pearls of sweet juice as fast as it could.

“OH MY GOD, MASTER! OH FUCK, YES!” she screamed as I began eating her like her pussy was going to spoil. She twisted and pitched and bucked like a prize rodeo bronco in an effort to rid herself of the tormenting mouth and tongue. But I knew a thing or two about riding bucking women myself and I stayed right with her for the whole ride. And it was a lot longer than eight seconds believe me!

jewel’s pussy was the sweetest I had ever tasted and I licked and lapped at her juicy, ripe peach with enthusiasm. jewel returned the same with her moaning, crying, and vigorous ass-dancing. Since she was holding her legs up in the air and had no leverage to push against, all she could do is writhe and wiggle her ass around on the bed a bit ... what I called ass-dancing!

But that was extremely tiring, especially with her breathing in short pants as she was. Soon she was too exhausted to continue and lay still, resigned to suffer whatever I wanted to do to her.

Once she had worn herself out and lay still, I could concentrate more on eating her dripping pussy and less on chasing it around. It was time to take my cunnilingus up a notch.

I formed my tongue into a small thick “cock” and began fucking her with it, plunging in and fully back out over and over.

I must have tongue-fucked her like that about fifty or so times, as fast as I could recoil and plunge back in. Her juices covered my lips and chin, coating me and her with slick, shiny sweetness.

Now I wanted to raise the stakes. I withdrew my tongue and using my thumb, I rubbed up and down her slick, shiny slit making sure I rubbed her fat lips and especially her clit. jewel was going crazy at this new technique – I saw her legs shaking and her head was tossing back and forth as she tried to hold onto the last shreds of sanity.

I stuck my tongue out again and gave her slit another long, slow, lap up to the base of her clit. Placing my thumbs right at the base of her clit and to either side, I pulled the skin hood away from her sensitive bud. Then I put my lips around it and sucked the meaty tidbit into my mouth. I began to lick and suck on it almost as if I was giving her clit a mini-blowjob. jewel had never felt anything like this before.

“OHMYGOD MASTER! OHH FUCK! ohmygod, ohmygod ohmygod!” she cried out. The distraction was too much for her and she released her legs to grab hold of my head, holding me in place as she began humping my face.

Moments later it happened. With a scream “OH MY GOD MASTER, I’M CUMMING!” she did.

All of the anticipation and excitement of being a submissive to her Master and my work turning her on and getting her aroused came crashing over her body. She came hard. She planted her high-heeled shoes on the mattress and lifted her ass high, arching her back and froze there for several moments.

Her legs shook from the strain of cumming and simultaneously holding her up while her body convulsed. Her head was back, pressing into the comforter. Her hands had gone to her tits and she was pulling on her nipples and grabbing at her tits like she wanted to rip them off her chest.

I didn’t wait for her orgasm to subside, however. I wanted her to ride it. I wanted to draw it out. I wanted her to remember this first orgasm and remember who made her cum so hard. I stood up between her shaking knees and placed one hand on her orgasming pussy, moving it back and forth rapidly over her wet lips and clit, rubbing it to send even more sensation to her addled brain.

After a couple of seconds of that, I stopped and gave her pussy a firm but not hard slap before shoving my two middle fingers into her gaping opening. With my palm facing up and my index and pinky fingers holding her lips out of the way, I curled my two middle fingers around her pubic bone.

Then with short quick in and out motions, I began working her pussy some more. I placed my other hand palm side down on her mound just far enough up to be out of the way but yet allow my thumb to massage her hypersensitized clit.

Her mind checked out at that point and she came again. This second orgasm started even before the last had stopped. It built on top of it, increasing its power and intensity. jewel didn’t breathe.

Her entire body was shaking so quickly as the waves of her orgasm raced up and down her body it seemed like she laid there still. Her hands stopped working on her tits and dropped to her side. Palms down, she gripped the sheet until her knuckles turned white. Finally, her orgasm left her body.

jewel lay in a heap on the bed. Her feet had slipped off the edge of the bed and were dangling there, her heels still securely buckled on by the sexy little ankle strap. I picked up her limp, exhausted body and moved her more onto the bed in a regular lengthwise position.

She groaned, semi-conscious, as I lifted her and set her back down on the bed. Then I pulled a chair over and sat beside her while she rested, stroking her sweat-matted hair.

I sat there with her, watching over her until she began to come back to me. When she had recovered enough to make conversation again, I began talking to her.

“Feeling better?” I asked.

“Yes. Thank you, Master. That was ... incredible!” she said, blushing.

“Well, that was a freebie. Don’t get used to them. You will have to work for your orgasms from now on,” I said.

“Yes, Master. I look forward to it. To serving you,” she said.

“Do you feel you can stand up?”

“Oh yes, Master. I am feeling much better. I can stand.”

“Good. I guess if you are going to be my submissive, you should probably get the grand tour so you will know your way around and where things are in the house.”

“Yes, Master. I am pretty good at directions and knowing where I am, although you might have to show me things a couple of times just until it gets stuck in my head.”

“Well, there isn’t a whole lot to the house, really. I don’t live in a mansion – it’s just a simple three-bedroom, two-bath house on two levels. Nothing too extravagant or complicated. No hidden rooms or secret passageways here!” I laughed.

jewel giggled. “I’m sure it’s a lovely home, Master. You strike me as a man with impeccable taste.”

“Well, I know what I like,” I said as I took her hand in mine and pulled her to her feet and into my arms. jewel blushed again.

I gave her the tour of the house, leading her around and telling her about each room. I purposely only showed her the main rooms she would be using – the living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom – because I didn’t want to throw too much at her at once. I figured she could learn the rest of the house as she came over.

As we walked down the hallway to the master bedroom, we passed the door to the basement. “Oh! What’s this door to, Master?”

“That’s for another day my curious little slut!” I said, continuing the tour. I could see by the expression on her face she wasn’t too happy with my answer!