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Hilda s two Masters part 5 of 15
After a short while he
rose and said:
- On your back!
"Yes
Master!"
I turned over to my
back.
- Your legs apart!
My legs flew apart
obediently and seconds after he entered my vagina. I was wet enough but I
noticed that he hadn’t touched me with his hands. The body contact was when he
forced himself in me with a cock that was so hard, that I would believe it was
a dummy if I hadn’t taste it with my lips before.
I gave him a welcoming
and gentle stroke over his back and squeezed around him with my vaginal muscles
to make it feel happy in there. I aimed at many more visits from him in the
future, as often as he wanted. I felt that in my whole body.
He pushed so deep and
hard into my vagina that I for a moment thought that I would split in half. I
could hear myself whimper in a miserably way at the same time that I enjoyed
that whole thing.
He was much bigger and
harder than Mats. I detected a completely mad thought in my head: “Had I
swapped for the better, after all?”
The hard cock took
exactly that space it needed and my vaginal muscles adjusted them self
obediently after its need of space.
It was also long and
when he pushed I could feel my hypogastria give way. It felt indescribably
nice!
He increased his pace
and I thought I would split in half but my body automatically answered him with
the first women-movements in the history. It is built into our bodies to act
out automatically when we have an man in our bodies. I
think.
(The
most important one, according to my brother!)
He built up an orgasm
inside of me that I couldn’t remember that I had been in vicinity before in my
life.
Perhaps it was
developed by the whole situation, I don’t know for sure, but it was present and
real to me.
Mats had trained me in
that I couldn’t cum without of his permission so an inner obedient deadlock
made me wait and wait.
I had tried to force
my orgasm back time after time but only to feel it returning with its double
force. I clearly understood that I wouldn’t make another effort of holding
back.
- Master, May I cum,
please?
He loose pace for a moment. I thought that he was
surprised, but he took hold of his Master role.
- Yes cum! Cum for me!
I obey him, my body
obeyed him and my incredible orgasm obeyed him. I orgasm as I never had done
before in my life, in wave after wave as if there was no end to it.
Far away I heard
myself screaming out every wave, as I felt them rinse over my body. It wouldn’t
stop, neither would I.
I was convinced that I would lose my mind if it kept going on, but I
didn’t.
He looked down to my
face and I saw how sweat dropped from his fore-head and fell down to my breast.
- Inhale!
He ordered.
I looked at him and
understood. I took a deep breath and I felt in my chest that it was long time
since the earlier. Had I kept my breath without of knowing it?
He was still bone-hard
inside of me and my squeezing muscles during my orgasms had not made it better.
He withdraw
himself and I screamed out loud in protest, as a little baby loosing its comforter
(pacifier).
- No please. I want
you to cum as well!
He didn’t answer me
but roll of me and lie down on the bed at his back. The hard cock was still
standing aslant upwards and nodding in the pace of his pulse.
I felt like a
slave-girl good-for-nothing. He hadn’t orgasm and it was my fault.
If I had known him
better I had begged him to spank me, punish me as my bad conscience demanded,
but I was quiet and cry instead.
I cried out of bad
conscience, of not bringing him to an orgasm, of happiness that I found him but
also of dread of loosing him. But most of all in fear of that he wouldn’t find
me sufficiently enjoyable for him.
I must exert myself
more. I wasn’t ready to give him up.
My earlier conviction
that he was the boss and also responsible for what was happening in the room
and I had only to follow his order, wasn’t calming me any longer. I had to put
my back into this.
But the tears built
also up gratefulness to him and I felt a sudden delirium of joy, an inner and
super-nice intoxication.
- I’m so sorry Master.
Please forgive me!
A slave-girl mustn’t
take her own initiative, I know, but I broke my trained and accepted rule and
throw my body to the footboard and leaned over his cock. I was inconsolable at
my failure to make him cum. I was also ready to take any punishment he seemed
fair, for my unforgivable own initiative.
Sobbing I started to
massage and stimulate it with my tongue and lips and didn’t care that it had
been inside of my and was sticky and slimy by its visit there. It wasn’t
important now.
At the same time I
understood that it was my vagina that it was lacking and the closest I could
offer in this position and at my forbidden initiative was my throat, deep
throat.
First I licked at it
and gave it a lot of saliva.
I tock a deep breath,
relaxed my throat and pushed my head over the cock. It hurt and strained, but
it slide down my throat and when it had passed the lock I started to swallow
and massage it with my swallowing muscles deep down there.
My slave-girl-mind is
always scanning my Masters every output-signals and I heard him grunt
contentedly and felt his hand at the back of my head as if he wanted it to stay
down there.
His will is my law and
the air had to be enough, even if I would die in my efforts. He must have his
pleasure at any coast.
- Bloody Hell!
Far away I heard him
swear out his enjoyment. Just before I must pass out I raised my head and
breathe as a mad woman. Very soon the slave-girl inside of me thought that it
was enough of air so a dive again and let it slide down directly in the deep.
Already in its sliding
to the depth I felt him releasing himself at its ride. I pushed it all the way
down there and let it glide up and down in its second vagina. My lips was deep into his pubic hair.
It gave me a little
resistance every time it passed the lock but it went more and more easy and it
didn’t hurt anymore. I also massage it with my lips and my tongue on its
returns.
When it was slackening
I let it stay in my oral cavity and took care of it with my tongue and lips,
slowly and prudently. It released more sperm that I swallowed almost greedily.
I thought of Anna, who
consider it is her reward and I felt it really in the same way, his sperm was
my reward.
My new Master, was damned nice. I had enticed him to cum.
I lie there and let
tongue and lips most carefully caress his sensitiveness.
Mats had taught me
that a real slave-girl never let her Master’s cock leave her mouth before she
is ordered to do so, “Even if it would take all night!”
Night! I had no idea
what time it was, but it had started to grow light outside.
In this moment I was
prepared to let it stay in my mouth as long as he wanted it there. He was on
his back and I had his whole cock in my mouth and only tried it with my tongue
from time to time, letting my thought fly. Now it was easier when he was still
big but soft.
I couldn’t believe
that his whole length had found room in my mouth and throat. Or am I
big-mouthed?
- Do you want to be my
slave-girl? I mean for ever?
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Translating
is a hard work and as a woman I’m driven by encouragement. I have to steal time
from other tasks.
I
thank all those nice people who had taken their time to feed me.
/Cecilita
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