the masterpiece part 1

well, he IS my master, after all. and you know he did a masterful job when i have to select almost all the categories today’s fucking falls under. 

so it all began this morning with what my man called “the raciest thing we’ve ever done” – my giving him a spirited hand job in the parking lot of his office building.. with people parking, driving, and walking all around our car. there was no mistaking that something was going on – the windows were foggy and the car rocked a little. naturally there had to be some fooling around, but who knew it would end with my man taking a load of cum in his underwear – which he apparently also did last night while he licked my asshole and i didn’t even know! 

“oh god, give me a hand job.. work my dick,” he groaned, gyrating against my hand. he got so hot that he hovered over me like he did the last time i gave him a hand job in the car to fuck my hands – except this time he didn’t break the door during orgasm like he did on that trip. he came hard and loud, writhing to the point where i thought one of his limbs was about to go through a window. “i can’t feel my legs,” he gasped, grabbing his dick as it poured hot cum. not a bad way to start the day – strolling into work late with the delicious breakfast my man picked up for me. and yes, i know – i’m a spoiled bitch.

if that wasn’t enough, my man texted during the day, promising to take his time with my little body. i was thrilled and wrote a message on Twitter, i was so eager to get my brains fucked out. he picked me up after work, drove back to my place, and then my man unveiled his masterpiece:

what did it entail? i first asked if he wanted to fuck or eat first, and of course you always know the answer to that one for either of us. we stripped down, got in bed, and i gave daddy a blow job to get him even harder than he already was. “good girl,” he moaned, “whatever you’re doing is the best.” i went at him for a little while before my man pulled me up and ordered me to keep going with a hand job while he started stroking my clit. i wrapped my legs around one of his and gyrated my hips against him. he growled, “yeah, you rub that cunt against me.” i followed orders like a good little whore, and then he forced my hands on myself and started sucking on my titties. i moaned and writhed, badly wanting some dick, which he sensed – or maybe he was ready to claim his cunt.

he pushed me onto my back and entered me sideways, laying on his side (a position i HIGHLY recommend), starting nice and slow until he worked up a rhythm so smooth and deep that i didn’t even realize how spread apart my legs were. he marveled at my flexibility, noticing that while he fucked me, i’d brought my leg up to my face and had my knee against my cheek. “lick that knee,” he said in amazement. when i did so, he ordered me to kiss it, and then to kiss my titties since i could contort easily enough to do so. ah, yoga. sure as fuck pays off!

he fucked me sideways for some time, all the while twisting my nipples 360 degrees, slapping my tits, slapping me in the face, grabbing me by the hair (forcing me to watch him fuck me), strangling me, and then, as he forced my hands on myself for orgasm number 1, he growled and sneered at me, telling his little cheap whore to cum and that i needed to hurry the fuck up. i obeyed like a good girl i shot off, screaming into the hand that was muffling my face. but then came a twist i would’ve never expected..

tune in for part 2.