The Limousine (19 page)

The Master began to rise off of the seat, gently pressing Brenda back until her buttocks pressed firmly against her white high-heeled shoes. This required her to steady herself with her cuffed hands against the seat behind her. The Master crouched over Brenda as he pressed her breasts together, sliding his cock in and out. His weight against her made Brenda lean further back, until her shoulder blades were against the plush softness of the seat. She felt the Master’s cock stroking quickly between her breasts, sliding into her cleavage. The Master groaned softly and Brenda knew he was going to come. Gently, the Master parted Brenda’s lips with his thumb and lay the head of his cock between them. Eagerly, Brenda began to suck him, using her lips and tongue to bring him off. He pumped into her mouth rapidly, and Brenda felt the first spasms of his orgasm as her mouth filled with his come. She swallowed eagerly and gulped more as some of the precious fluid dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and splashed over her breasts. Brenda sucked harder, feeling another stream fill her mouth. More of the semen dribbled out onto her tits. She swallowed spurt after spurt of the Master’s fluid, eagerly licking his cock all over as he finished. She felt his hands on her breasts, rubbing the thick fluid into her flesh. Brenda moaned as she felt him toying with her nipples. She licked her lips and continued to bathe the Master’s softening cock with her tongue.
The Master pulled Brenda forward as he relaxed back into his seat. Brenda knelt before him again, as he guided her face into his lap. She let her cheek rest against the scratchy wool of his pants, her lips kissing the softness of his spent cock.
The Master was breathing hard. “That was wonderful,” he told Brenda. “One of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had. I can’t imagine what you would be able to do if I uncuffed your wrists.”
Brenda sighed and placed a wet kiss on the soft head of the Master’s prick. “I would love to be able to show you,” she said, “Master.”
“Mmmmmm. You will. I fully intend to exploit every sexual charm you have to offer me. But already it’s late. I’ve had my driver bring you around to your apartment building.”
Brenda felt a surge of regret, of loneliness. “It’s already time to go?”
The Master laughed. “We’ll meet again soon.” The Master produced a pair of keys and reached down to unlock Brenda’s cuffs. She suppressed an urge to use her hands on the Master’s cock, to try to get him hard again and give him a blowjob that would make the one she’d just given him look like dry kissing. She managed to restrain herself.
“On your knees,” the Master told her. “Facing away from me.” With his hands, he guided Brenda between his slightly spread legs, so that she was kneeling with her naked ass against his crotch. The Master helped Brenda into her coat but didn’t button it for her yet. Then he put his lips very close to her ear.
“Don’t turn around,” he told her as the limousine rolled to a stop. “Whatever you do, you must not turn around or open your eyes. You
must
not. Is that understood?”
It was hard for Brenda to obey, but she knew she would. “Yes, Master,” she said.
The Master unlocked the padlock that fastened her blindfold. He slipped the blindfold off of her, and Brenda obediently kept her eyes closed. The Master turned her head with one finger, whispering “don’t open your eyes.” That’s when Brenda felt the Master’s arms going around her, felt his hands resting on her tits.
He began to play with her nipples as his lips pressed against hers. He teased her mouth open with his tongue and kissed her deeply while he pinched and squeezed her nipples. Brenda felt a surge of excitement going through her body, her pussy juicing immediately as the Master tweaked her sensitive breasts. And the feel of his arms around her, encompassing her as he kissed her, was exquisite. But still she managed to keep her eyes shut tight, even when the Master’s right hand traveled down her body and began to tease her pussy.
“Oh God,” she whispered as she felt two fingers sliding into her. “Oh yes...”
The Master kissed her more hungrily, biting at her lower lip as he fingered her. When Brenda was panting and gasping, almost crazy with desire to be fucked by him, he finally pushed her forward, and Brenda fell to her hands and knees as the Master pulled the coat up above Brenda’s waist, exposing her ass.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he growled. “Don’t turn around.”
“Oh God...” moaned Brenda softly as she felt the Master leaning forward on the seat, guiding the thick head of his cock to her pussy. She was so wet and wide open for it, when he nudged the cockhead between her lips and then in to her entrance, Brenda couldn’t stop herself from nuzzling back against him, impaling herself on his shaft. She let out a loud wail of pleasure as she felt the Master’s cock entering her fully in one hard stroke.
Brenda had always loved being fucked from behind—this was by far her favorite position, though she loved all the other ones she’d tried, too. But being penetrated from behind, on her hands and knees, was Brenda’s particular fetish. And getting fucked like this felt so good she was going crazy with desire.
Brenda began to hump back against the Master as he thrust his hard cock into her with a slow rhythm that matched her own arousal perfectly. She was close to coming already, and she knew from the way the Master was fucking her that he wasn’t going to take long either. Brenda whimpered and writhed and thrashed as the Master fucked her; she worked her hips in time with his, and within a minute she was clawing and scratching at the floor of the limousine, coming loudly with the feel of the Master’s thick cock in her pussy. Then, as she rode the wave of orgasm, she felt the Master’s cock spasming and heard his moans, and knew that he was coming inside her. She knelt there in submission until the Master was finished, overwhelmed with the exquisite feeling of being taken by him.
The Master tugged his cock out of Brenda’s pussy, and she gasped as it left her. He relaxed back into his seat, noting that Brenda had not opened her eyes. Absently, he began to stroke the sweat-slick globes of Brenda’s ass.
Brenda slumped back against the Master, her ass in his lap. His fingertips toyed with her, teasing the exquisitely painful sensitivity of her pussy-lips and her hole. She felt his thumb sliding between her ass-cheeks, touching her asshole gently. She gasped, then began to moan in encouragement as he played with her there. Despite the fact that she was erotically almost spent, she wasn’t oversensitive there, and it felt incredibly delicious to have her ass played with so soon after being fucked.
“I can’t have satisfied you,” said the Master.
“I’m always ready for more,” sighed Brenda, hoping to egg him on. She wriggled her ass against his lap—and with a shock, she felt that he was already getting hard.
Maybe the evening wasn’t over yet. With pleasure, Brenda rubbed her ass back and forth, feeling the Master harden against her cheeks. It took some doing in this position, but she managed to slip his cock between her cheeks, rubbing it in her crack so that she could feel the slick hardness against her asshole. She was suddenly more than a little frightened: what if he decided he wanted to penetrate her anally? Was she ready for that? She had certainly enjoyed it those few times before—but was she ready to let the Master fuck her there? With a wave of hunger, Brenda decided she wanted to try it, wanted to feel him inside her ass. But to her surprise, the Master laughed.
“I know I didn’t satisfy you,” he told her. “That’s why I want to send you home wanting more. I want you to take all that lust of yours home with you. And crawl into bed with Kristi.”
Brenda understood. She had already been wanting to go home and get in bed with Kristi, whether they made love or not. After this intense experience of submission—Brenda’s first real submission—she wanted to feel her body against Kristi’s, to know they had both shared this service to the Master. But the Master wanted more to happen, and Brenda was just now beginning to understand.
“Yes, Master,” she said. The Master’s arms circled her again, pulling her up.
“Don’t open your eyes,” he ordered her. He buttoned her coat for her, taking a long time caressing her tits and kissing her between buttons, exciting her more. Brenda knew that she was still wearing the collar, that she would be wearing her slave-collar in public. But that didn’t bother her at all anymore; in fact, it excited her.
“Before you see me again, I want you to write me a letter. As long or as short as you wish. Tell me everything you like about sex and submission. What you fantasize about. Your preferences, and what makes you come. Tell me who you have made love to, if you like, and who you’ve fucked, who you’ve made out with and what you’ve done with yourself. If you like. Tell me what you want me to do to you, and what you enjoyed about tonight. In as much detail as you wish. Have Kristi bring it to me. Is that something you will do for me?”
Brenda suddenly felt exquisitely vulnerable, terrified. She wanted very much to write such a letter, and it aroused her to think about doing it.
The Master reached out to open the limousine door.
“When will I see you again?” asked Brenda, her eyes still shut tight.
“Soon,” said the Master, his voice like chocolate. “Next time, I want you both. On your knees, before me.”
Brenda’s cunt went wet to the knees when she heard him say that.
“Will you do that for me, Brenda? Does that excite you?” Brenda could hardly speak, she was so turned on. “Yes, Master. It excites me very much.”
Obediently, she stepped out of the limousine.
The Master stopped her just long enough to give her a last, teasing, luxurious kiss. Then Brenda was gone, and the limousine pulled away before she allowed herself to open her eyes.
Brenda was aching for more action as she entered the apartment. She had been wanting to come home and play with Kristi, to share exquisite intimacy after Brenda’s submission to their mutual master. And the submission had been more wonderful than Brenda had dreamed. Brenda walked past Kristi’s bedroom, seeing that the door was open a little. She went down to her own room and slipped off the coat, and kicked off her shoes. She could still feel the master’s juice leaking out of her, and she contemplated taking a shower. But something made her savor the feeling, and she didn’t want to give it up just yet. Perhaps Kristi wouldn’t mind.
Brenda tiptoed naked down the hallway, feeling incredibly aroused. She pushed open Kristi’s door slowly and slipped inside. Her eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness—Kristi had pulled the shades to keep out the moonlight. Brenda crept cautiously through the room and began to crawl into the bed.
Brenda slipped under the satin sheets, every inch of her body electric, aroused, ready to touch Kristi and make love with her. She floated into the warmth, smelling sweat and sex, parting her arms and legs.
She heard the sounds of heavy breathing at about the same time that she pressed her body against the warmth, breathing deeply of the scent of sweat and arousal. Brenda realized that her arms and legs were twined not around Kristi, but around a firm, warm male body. Her nipples stiffened against his strong chest. A wave of horror shot through Brenda’s body, as she realized what had happened. She should have checked the living room! Would there have been the telltale signs of one of Kristi’s “dates”? A half-empty bottle of champagne, a porn video still in the VCR, Kristi’s clothes and a pair of her tiger-striped panties strewn on the floor (she loved to wear tiger-striped panties when she made it with a guy for the first time—it made them think you were such a wild slut, she said). Maybe even a note that said “Brenda—I’ve got company.”
But she hadn’t checked, and now here she was in bed with Kristi and her anonymous date. The guy must have dropped by after Brenda left.
Brenda froze, her naked body pressed against the anonymous man. She listened to his breathing; it was slow, deep, regular. He was still asleep. She hadn’t humiliated herself totally—not yet (That would be later when the guy found himself slathered with the master’s jizz).
Brenda could also hear Kristi’s breathing—the slow, even breath of a sleeping body.
Brenda had been expecting to curl up in bed with the smooth, lithe body of Kristi. She had expected to feel Kristi’s curves—her firm breasts, her round, full ass, her hips—against her. Brenda had been wanting to slip into bed with Kristi to celebrate Brenda’s “defloration” by the Master. Brenda had been incredibly wet for Kristi, wanting to make passionate love with her for the rest of the night. She had wanted to taste Kristi’s pussy, kiss Kristi’s sweet lips, feel the swell of Kristi’s breasts in her hands. She had been so horny for Kristi it had been almost painful.
Instead, against her naked body Brenda now felt the hardness, the
male
-ness of some guy she had never met.
Her sexual excitement, the tension she felt, the desire to fuck, only increased as she realized what she had done.
Brenda remained motionless against him. She was terrified of waking him up if she moved. But she also liked the feeling of his body against hers, and the sex-smell of his sweat and his come.
Brenda’s mind raced.
I know I should just slip out of the bed and go back to my room,
she thought.
I could probably get out of bed without waking this guy up. But what if I do wake him up? Shit, he would think I wanted to fuck him. And Kristi would think I was trying to move in on her territory. But fuck, this guy’s body feels so good. Shit, why am I getting so fucking horny? I’m getting really turned on. God, I can feel my pussy getting wet. This is horrible. I shouldn’t be lying here. I should just slip out of bed as quietly as I can and go back to my room and get myself off. But this guy feels so good against me. If only I hadn’t spread my legs around him, then I wouldn’t feel his cock rubbing against my thigh like that. God, that feels good I just want to touch him.
Brenda had one hand on the guy’s chest and the other up against his shoulder. She could feel her nipples hardening against the soft hair of his chest, and every movement she made seemed to cause her breasts to rub lightly against his skin. Her legs were spread around the guy and tangled up with his legs. She lay half on top of him, so that his half-hard cock was against her inner thigh, just six inches or so from her pussy. It almost felt like he was still a little erect, maybe getting a little bit of a hard-on while he slept. Brenda wondered if most guys did that.