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...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 12


"What do you think you doing?" Mercy asked me in her lyrical voice as
I picked up a peeler and started skinning potatoes.

"Cooking." I smiled at her and she was preparing some stuffing for the
chicken she was going to roast for dinner.

"You put them taters down and go take a bath." She leaned close,
wrinkling her nose at me. "You smell like finger puddin."

"I do not!" I laughed at her. "I'll take a bath later. I got time."

"Hmph." She gave me a frown. "You think cause I'm old I ain't got no
sense? I forget what it smells like? You put them clothes in the wash
too."

"Just let me do something, okay? I'm bored." I said and I wasn't
putting the potato down.

"You bored?" She chuckled at that. "I told suh, he oughta put you to
working, way back when, but now he's gone and spoilt you good."

"Working?" I made a little face. "I do work. I clean. I dusted the
upstairs the other day, or maybe you didn't notice that."

"Is that what you was doin up there?" Mercy pushed stuffing into the
chicken. "You don't know the first thing bout bein a house negra."

"That's cause everytime I want to learn something you kick me out." I
told her and that was true. She wouldn't even teach me to cook.

"Now you ain't never gone be a kitchie coo, child!" Mercy laughed and
shook her head. "You just a bedroom negra and bedroom negras get bored
if they ain't a hard man around, that's a fact."

"It's not my fault." I frowned a little.

"An that's why you come round here smellin like negra pie." Mercy was
suturing that chicken closed. "You gone and got yourself a girl, huh?"

"Negra pie?" I giggled.

"Bound to happen, I spose." Mercy shrugged. "Suh ain't gone like it
none, but that's your business anyway."

"You think he'd be mad if he knew?" I bit my lip cause I hadn't
thought about it.

"Is you blind, or just stupid?" Mercy looked at me as she put the bird
in a pan. "The man ain't never had no use for catnip cept it was like
yours."

"Catnip?" I gasped and giggled and I wondered just how many different
ways Mercy could refer to sex, or pussy or cock and not say it.

Mercy took the peeler away from me, shouldering me aside.

"And you come home smellin like you livin in it now." She peeled
quickly, barely looking at her hands. "Talkin bout bein bored and
cryin for somethin to do like you's on holiday."

"What?" I had to listen carefully because Mercy's accent got thick
when she got excited.

"All you gotta do is look pretty, smile pretty, an fuck pretty." Mercy
peeled three potatoes in the time it took me to do one. "An that done
mean stickin ya lil thingy in no field ginga neither. Oughta lick yer
black behine with a strap fer comin home stinkin like that."

"Okay...Okay..." I rolled my eyes. "...I'll take a bath, God!"

"An done you blaspheme in this house!" She frowned at me, pointing
that peeler at my nose.

So much for learning how to cook, I thought. I tried though, once in
awhile, and had been trying for a year, but Mercy always kicked me
out. The kitchen was definitely her place and she guarded it
jealously. The master bedroom upstairs was mine and I was the same
way, I suppose. Mercy didn't step foot in it anymore, except to clean
when I was at school. When I was home she'd stand at the door, but
never come into it. It was our bedroom, mine and Mr. Reiser's, and any
pretense that I was anything but his mistress was long over and done
with.

It did get boring though, to tell the truth. I went to school, but
there was never any homework, not like my previous school, the
catholic one. That had been hard and I'd had to do a lot of studying
to keep up, but the segregated school was easier, or maybe I was
smarter, but I doubted it. After school I came home, made myself
pretty for my Master and just...Waited for him. I read magazines,
watched television, used the internet sometimes. When the weather was
warm I'd sit outside by the pool. I did some exercising, some aerobics
and stuff, but diet and hormones were giving me a real body and the
exercise was just for fun really, but I was sort of lazy too.

I had changed a lot in that year, besides having real breasts now, 34C
tits that were about as perfect as you can imagine, I had slightly
wider hips and my ass was a little bigger, not a lot, but enough to be
better. Round and firm and nice. My waist was still small, so I had a
pleasing figure and nobody could tell I wasn't a real girl, not unless
they saw my penis and I'd gotten very good at hiding that. I could
wear a two piece bikini and walk around the beach and men, straight
men, would stare at my body happily. Mr. Reiser had taken me down to
the Gulf Coast for a few weekends the previous summer and so I knew it
for a fact; I was beautiful.

And bored, like I say, waiting for my Master to come home from work
and most often we'd have sex right away, just quick fun sex, and then
we'd have dinner. Mr. Reiser would do some work in his study then and
later we might go to the Owner's Club, or maybe just go upstairs and
make love until we fell asleep. Once in awhile he'd take me someplace
else, someplace more public, since I was now completely passable, but
being gay was illegal and even though me being his slave gave Mr.
Reiser a loophole, if he was found out publicly it would be very
embarrassing for him. Privately all of his friends knew, of course,
but so long as it was an open secret nobody cared.

It was much like having a black mistress, which most white owners had.
It was a public secret and they'd never admit it and nobody would
bring the subject up socially, but privately everyone knew and
approved, or at least tolerated it. The whole affair was frustrating
and hypocritical, I thought, but it had been that way forever and it
wasn't going to change anytime soon. I just wished there was more for
a bedroom negra like me to do than fuck all the time, or sit around
waiting to be fucked, which was my real complaint. I liked the sex
just fine, it was the in betweens I didn't like so much.

The only things I had to do were things that had to do with being Mr.
Reiser's mistress. Like doing my vocal exercises, which I hated, but
that's what I was doing after my bath. I'd had surgery to shorten my
vocal cords, and that had been a little frightening because the
doctors had told my Master that I could lose my voice completely, or
come out of it sounding like a frog or something. It wasn't exactly
the sort of thing that they did to a lot of girls and so it was
experimental, you might say.

Mr. Reiser had it done though and while my voice had been reasonably
girlish before, especially if I tried to sound like a girl, now I
didn't have to try at all. I had a soft high-pitched voice, kind of
breathless actually, but my Master thought that sounded sexy so it was
okay. I couldn't yell or anything though because if I did I'd lose my
voice for two or three days, just that quick. I had to exercise my
vocal cords, or so the doctor had said, and he'd given me a little CD
with exercises on it, sounds to imitate and words and phrases and just
musical notes to hum along with. 

So I was humming and sort of dancing around naked because I'd gotten
tired of sitting and then laying down and I'd brushed my hair already
and made up my face and painted my toes red and my fingernails too. I
was dark and pretty and feeling like a prisoner just because there was
nothing else to do.

"Well now, this is different." Mr. Reiser startled me and I was
jumping on the bed, pretty high too and almost hitting my head on the
ceiling.

"Oh!" I stopped, falling on my bare brown butt and giggling. "Hi!"

"Hi!" He grinned at me and started taking off his suit.

"I was, um, exercising." I stuck out my tongue a little and I was
always happy when my Master came home.

"I see that." He nodded. "You break the bed and we'll have to sleep in
your room."

"I won't break it." I promised. "Not by myself anyway."

"Is that right?" Mr. Reiser was loosening his tie and he reached for
the little stereo we had in there and turned it off.

"Do you think I'm getting bigger?" I asked him, thinking about what
Sarah had said.

"Bigger?" Mr. Reiser asked and I got off the bed, standing there naked
and I grabbed the head of my penis, the loose wrinkled foreskin
covering the tip like a tiny elephant nose, and pulled my cock up a
little.

"Or is it getting smaller?" I wondered.

"I think it's about the same, Dani." Mr. Reiser chuckled. "Still
perfect."

"You think those shots are going to make it so I don't get hard
anymore?" I sighed. "I hope not."

"No, you're cock is going to work just fine, the doctors know what
they're doing." Mr. Reiser said, undressing slowly while he watched
me.

"I hope so." I felt a little grumpy. "I feel like a guinea pig."

"Heh." Mr. Reiser laughed. "You're the sexiest guinea pig I ever saw
then. What's wrong?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "Mercy wouldn't let me help her cook."

"You're not supposed to cook."

"I know." I played with my penis for him, pulling the dark foreskin
back and forth. "I'm just...Bored."

"Bored, huh?" Mr. Reiser nodded. "It's kind of hard being the only
teenager around here, isn't it?"

"Yeah." I shrugged. "Maybe."

"Maybe I should find a boy." Mr. Reiser said, kind of throwing it out
there like it didn't mean anything, but I knew him too well.

"You want another slave?" I frowned at that. "Why?"

"Just a houseboy, someone to help take care of the place." My Master
said, but he was lying.

"You don't like me anymore?" I blinked at him and I was being
childish, I knew.

"What? Dani, you know better than that." He said. "You'd have a friend
too, someone your own age to keep you company."

"I have you." I said and I was shaking a little, fighting with my
feelings. "Mercy's here too, why can't it be just us?"

"He isn't going to come between us." Mr. Reiser was pulling off his
pants, standing there in his black socks and white underwear now,
loose boxers and a ribbed sleeveless t-shirt.

"You already got him." I said, hearing what he wasn't saying.

"He'll be here tomorrow." Mr. Reiser nodded.

"I hate you." I swallowed hard and I was crying. I couldn't help it.

"Dani..." My Master frowned.

"I don't hate you. I love you." I sobbed and I moved to embrace him,
wrapping my arms around the man and pressing a wet cheek to his chest.
"Don't do it, please? Don't do it."

"I already did it." Mr. Reiser said softly and he was hugging me as we
stood there. "I had my lawyer file the papers today. He's slaveborn,
he's just a house nigger, that's all. He isn't like you, nobody is."

"You're going to love him." I shook my head, wiping my face on his t-
shirt.

"I'm not going to love him." Mr. Reiser chuckled. "Fuck him, yeah, but
you're the one I love. Believe that."

"Sarah's master got a new slave and now she sleeps on the floor." I
whined.

"What?" My Master hardly knew Sarah, except as a girl I went to school
with. "Stop crying, you know I don't like it."

"I'm sorry, Master." I sniffled and tried to stop, but it was hard.

"Look at me." He took me by the shoulders, pushing me back a step and
I turned my eyes up, blinking rapidly. "I don't treat you like a
slave, you know that. But that's what you are. It isn't up to you if I
buy a new nigger or not."

"Yes sir." I nodded and wiped at my eyes.

"This boy's going to be here and he's going to stay. I won't have you
misbehaving." He told me seriously. "I haven't whipped you yet, but I
will, I swear to God. If you disobey me, I'll take you for a
whipping."

"Yes sir." I swallowed hard and I believed him.

"If you keep acting up, I'll take you down to Orleans and put you on
the market, understand me?"

"Y-You'll whore me out?" I almost sobbed, but held it in somehow.

"You'll spend the next nineteen years working a cat house on Bourbon
Street, I promise." My Master stared into my eyes and I was afraid to
turn away.

"I'm sorry." I took a ragged breath and nodded quickly. "Master, I'm
sorry."

"After dinner you tell Mercy I want you strapped, a dozen licks." He
said. "You tell me before she does it."

"M-Master?" 

"I want to watch." He told me and I looked down at that.

He'd had me strapped from time to time, if I'd been foolish, or most
often Mercy would decide when I needed it. Mr. Reiser had never
watched though, so far as I knew. It made me both frightened and
excited because I did like the razor strop, odd as that may sound. I
liked the way Mercy spanked me with it and I especially liked the way
she eased my pain afterwards. It was both a punishment and a reward
that filled me with confused and conflicting emotions and I wondered
if my Master understood that.

"Yes sir." I agreed.

Mr. Reiser let me embrace him then, pressing my body once more to his
and I kissed him through his t-shirt, stained now with my tears and
saliva. I kissed him anyway and moved my mouth towards his bare skin,
the side of it where there were no sleeves but large ovals exposing
the top of his ribs and armpits. I moved my mouth there, sniffing hard
as my nose was a little runny from crying, but I could still smell
him. Mr. Reiser's sweaty skin was all male and I licked at his salty
flesh and dragged my tongue upward, finding the musky damp of his
hairy pit. I buried my face there, breathing him in and kissing him,
losing myself in his manliness. I wallowed in that rich presence, my
heart beating faster and my body growing even warmer than I already
was.

My nipples stiffened with arousal, like my small penis as I rubbed it
against my Master's through his thin cotton boxers. He was hard as
well, Mr. Reiser's large cock straining as I slid my body against his.
I reached down, feeling playful after my silly outburst, and guided my
penis through the opening of his underwear. Rather than pulling my
Master's cock free, I pushed my penis inside and found his, rubbing my
girl cock against his manhood. He liked that and he was murmuring his
approval while stroking my hair and back, holding my mouth to his
armpit and savoring the pleasures I could bring him there.

After a minute or so of that, Mr. Reiser was reaching for my ass. I
moved my mouth to his chest, kissing his nipple through his t-shirt
and biting at it. He was holding my ass in both hands and finally he
lifted me off my feet, making me giggle and gasp with surprise. My
cock slipped free of his boxers and he carried me to his dresser,
putting me on it and pushing me back, keeping my ass on the edge as I
leaned against the large mirror mounted against the wall behind it.

"Put it in me..." I nodded all smiles and forgiveness now, that boy he
was buying forgotten for the moment. My penis was hard for him and I
played with it while Mr. Reiser freed his cock and brought the
glistening head to my anus.

"Get your leg up...Give it to me..." Mr. Reiser lifted my left leg over
his right shoulder and held my hips, shoving his big white cock into
my ass hard, punishing me with it.

"Owwwwmmmm..." I winced and sighed and looked into his soft blue eyes as
he thrust again, deliberately stabbing his cock quickly into my
rectum.

"You're a spoiled little slut, aren't you?" He breathed, feeling his
cock fully inside me with just two deep grunts and he held it there.

"Yesssss...Master..." I nodded.

"Sexy bitch...Rub your cock...Cum for me I want to see it...Cum while I fuck
your ass!" He was sliding his cock in and out of me while I stroked my
penis, both of us staring at my small dark erection as precum flew
from the tip. 

"I...I'm going to...cum..." I gasped a few minutes later, not long at all,
and Mr. Reiser pulled his cock out of my ass, pressing his dick
against mine.

"Cum on my cock, Dani...Cum all my cock you little whore!" 

He nodded as I cupped my left hand over the head of my girl cock like
an umbrella and when I came I was catching it, rubbing my penis
against my Master's throbbing hardness and smearing my hot sperm over
both of us. I covered his ruddy prick with as much of my semen as I
could and when my Master was satisfied he put his slimy cockhead back
to my asshole and shoved it all the way inside until his balls slapped
my ass. He was well lubricated now with my own sperm and he fucked me
hard, grabbing my left hand, still covered with cum, and bringing it
to his mouth so he could lick and suck my fingers and palm clean while
he fucked me.

When Mr. Reiser started to orgasm he pulled out, shooting his creamy
load all over my flaccid cock and soft balls. He jerked himself off on
me, coaxing as much from his tight balls as the man could until I was
painted white with his hot load. He got down then, pressing his face
between my thighs as I moaned with pleasure, feeling his hungry mouth
all over my cock and balls, cleaning his sperm from my torrid flesh
and bringing me to another aching erection. I had my fingers in his
hair, my legs over his shoulders and he shoved his tongue into my well
fucked asshole, making me squirm and beg for more.

He finished me finally with a long sweet blowjob, entreating me with
his mouth to sob with real tears. It felt unbelievably good, the whole
thing, this sweet hard make-up sex, if that's what it was. He was
making me feel special and loved and showing me how much he wanted me.
Mr. Reiser didn't pause when Mercy appeared in the doorway announcing
dinner, giving us a shake of her head as the soft wet sounds of her
Master's mouth on my penis filled the room. I didn't care either, I
was cumming, although it took a good long time. Ten minutes at least
of getting my girl cock truly loved by a man who knew how to do it.
When I came my Master held it in his mouth, as he liked to do, and
brought his lips to mine so he could push that salty load across my
tongue. I swallowed it eagerly and licked the inside of the man's
mouth clean until we were both sated, but only barely I think.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"It's about time you two showed up." Mercy whispered and she pinched
my waist hard. She only gave our Master a dirty look and he just
smiled at the woman as we sat down.

Mercy blamed me for keeping dinner waiting, of course. 

"Master..." I spoke hesitantly, half-way through our meal. "...May I go to
a...A party, this Sunday?"

"A party?" I he gave me a little look. "What sort of party?"

"Um, I'm not sure." I confessed, wanting to be as honest as possible.
"Some of my friends from school are having it and they invited me."

"Friends from school, other slaves you mean." He stared at me and I
nodded. "Where?"

"Uh..." I shrugged. "...I'm not sure yet. Someone's house, I think."

"Someone's house, you think?" Mr. Reiser chuckled and I felt foolish.

"I didn't really pay much attention, but I promised Sarah I would ask
if I could go." I told him.

"So you don't want to go?" He smiled at me.

"I don't know, a little bit, I do. Yes sir." I said.

"I didn't know slaves had parties." My Master made a little grunting
sound. "You don't want to see your parents this Sunday?"

"I do." I said hastily. "I just, well, I don't know."

"Sounds like you're a little confused." Mr. Reiser laughed and I
warmed with embarrassment.

I didn't think he was going to let me go. No master would let a slave
go to a party, that was just about the silliest thing anyone ever
heard of, so maybe that's why Mr. Reiser agreed. It amused him
probably. Another reason was maybe that he was feeling a little
worried over my reaction to him buying another slave, a house boy. He
wasn't going to change his mind about that, but he didn't want to hurt
me either and so maybe my Master thought of it as a little bribe, of
sorts. He'd let me go to the party and in exchange I'd relax a little
over the new slave we were getting. Or, maybe Mr. Reiser just had some
sympathy for a teenage girl who was feeling bored. He was perceptive
enough to know I wasn't always happy. I wasn't unhappy at all, but
that isn't the same thing, and maybe letting me do something different
would help.

Whatever the reason, Mr. Reiser did agree that I could go, telling me
that it was my Sunday afternoon and if I didn't want to see my
parents, then I could go to this party instead.

"You know what I like and dislike." Mr. Reiser told me and he was very
serious, so I was too.

"Yes sir." I nodded. "I do."

"You know what I expect from you."

"Yes sir." I agreed to that as well.

"So if there's any trouble, if you come home late or in some other way
than I'd expect you to..."

"I understand." I assured him.

"...this is your warning, this right here." Mr. Reiser continued. "You
won't get one come Sunday. I'm trusting you, Danielle."

I smiled and even blushed at the use of that name, which he'd only use
when he was feeling serious about something, but I liked it a lot.

"Thank you, Master." I told him and maybe that was the real reason he
was letting me go so far from his sight. 

It was a test perhaps, an opportunity to see if he could trust me and
I wouldn't put such a thing past him. All men are jealous in their own
ways, possessive and insecure in their hearts when it comes to the
person they love. Mr. Reiser was far more reasonable than many, I knew
that, but he was a man like ay other and I made up my mind right then
that even if he wasn't testing me himself, I was...I'd test myself and
pass it because I loved my Master.

=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Mercy?" I approached her after dinner as she cleaned the kitchen.

"What is it, child?" She asked, paying me little mind.

"I'm to be strapped for being disrespectful to our Master." I spoke
softly, feeling ashamed that I had to admit my foolishness that way.

"Is that so?" Mercy looked at me then.

"A dozen licks, yes ma'am." I said with my eyes down.

"And what would you be disrespectful about, girl?" Mercy wanted to
know.

"He told me, um, he bought a boy." I cleared my throat nervously. "A
houseboy and, uh, I didn't like it much."

"Finally told you bout that, huh?" Mercy laughed, which was almost a
cackling sound. "That man show do love you, girl."

"What?" I looked up at her, not understanding.

"He been trying to tell you for a week." Mercy nodded. "He bought that
boy bout ten days ago now."

"Ten days?" I laughed. "No, he said he's just filing the papers
tomorrow."

"Those papers been done a long time." Mercy was wiping her hands. "He
just ain't got the gumption to treat you like you is."

"Like I is?" I rolled my eyes.

"A lil bedroom negra with a greedy heart." Mercy decided. "A dozen
licks?"

"Yes ma'am." I nodded.

"Well, let's get to it then, fore my arthritis starts actin up." She
sighed theatrically.

"I, um...I have to tell him." I said. "Mr. Reiser...He wants to watch."

"Is that so?" Mercy shrugged. "Go on then."

I was upstairs in my bedroom, holding the bed posts and waiting for
Mr. Reiser to arrive. I'd taken off my skirt, but left my panties on,
my blouse too. We'd dressed casually for dinner. Mercy was waiting as
well, holding her old razor strop and talking to herself, wondering
why Mr. Reiser wasn't ever on time for anything.

"They he is." Mercy clucked her tongue.

"What's this?" Mr. Reiser asked. "Take everything off. I want you
naked."

"Yes sir." I licked my lips and started removing my clothes while Mr.
Reiser moved to sit on a chair near the headboard of the bed.

He turned it slightly and he'd be able to see my face as I held the
posts and faced him. I folded my clothes and put tem on the bed with
my skirt, my bra and finally my panties on top. My penis was hard, and
it was always hard at the beginning, but once I was being spanked it
would go soft and then Mercy would work me stiff and excited again
afterwards, when she massaged that cool balm onto my burning skin. I'd
been spanked regularly, sometimes for good reasons, sometimes just
because Mercy thought I was due for one, and I did enjoy it.

"I'll do the strappin, you do the countin." Mercy said softly in my
ear. "An don't you talk like you do, suh ain't gone like it."

"Yes ma'am." I swallowed hard because I did have a tendency to talk
while I was punished, sorta like I did during sex.

I grabbed the bedposts with my hands slightly higher than my head and
my arms spread wide, my legs spread as well. My tummy fluttered and my
body smoldered as I fought to relax, but my heart wouldn't slow and my
nipples popped long and dark, my girl cock straining as seeing my
Master sitting there was making me slightly crazy with desire. I
wished it was him whipping me instead of Mercy, but Mr. Reiser had
never lifted his hand to me. Not even once. I thought that was a
mistake on his part and he oughta slap me down once in awhile, a young
slave needs a firm hand. Mr. Reiser liked to use Mercy for that
however, and I wondered why.

SLAP!!

The leather strop came down hard, with little more to warn me than
Mercy's soft grunt and the sound of the leather moving through the air
with a soft whoosh. It stung painfully, all across my bare black ass,
from one side to the other and she was either hitting me harder, or
panties offered a lot more protection than I'd ever imagined. That
first stroke hurt! I winced and bit my lip for a second before I
remembered I was supposed to count.

"One, sir." I said, looking at Mr. Reiser and he was neither frowning
nor smiling, but just sitting with one leg over the other.

SLAP!!

The second was worse than the first and I arched my back slightly,
thrusting with my pelvis and my penis was still hard as I blinked at
the water filling my eyes. I wasn't crying; my eyes were just watering
as I scrunched my face up so I wouldn't make a lot of noise. I wanted
to ask Mercy why she was doing it so hard, but the answer was right in
front of me and Mr. Reiser had his own opinion.

"Harder." He said and I drew a sharp breath at that.

"Yes suh." Mercy said and then she reminded me, "How many was that,
child?"

"Two...Sir." I said, forcing my eyes on my Master's.

Mercy did spank me harder, burning my butt with that leather strop
until I thought I was melting beneath it. My ass felt too big for my
skin, like I was all swollen and ready to burst. The strop would seem
to explode against me and I was shaking, crying silently by the time
we got to eight and nine. Ten and eleven were about the same and I was
sagging a bit, my body wet with sweat now and the leather seemed
heavier each time it landed, but I managed to count and not scream,
just groan and suck ragged air into my laboring lungs, and through it
all my penis stayed erect for my Master. My nipples stayed hard just
for him and I felt myself wanting the man more than ever. 

SLAP!!

"Ummm..." I gasped and squeezed my stomach as if I could hold the pain
inside me, force it down and keep it there. "...Twelve Master."

"Good." He was smiling and rubbing his crotch, touching his hard cock
through his trousers.

"Go get your balm now, girl." Mercy told me and I wiped at my eyes and
nodded and went to the bathroom to get the ointment that would make me
feel better.

When I returned a moment later, Mercy was gone and my Master was
undressing.

"Lie down on the bed." He told me. "I'll do it."

"Yes sir." I nodded and lay down on my tummy, turning my face away
because I was smiling. 

My ass hurt, it was on fire and I wanted to scream every time I moved,
but I didn't care. My Master was going to make it feel better and I
was trembling with anticipation then, not fear or pain, but the
excitement I felt at being punished in front of the man, firstly, and
now at being under his gentle hands as he loved me. 

I sighed as his fingers spread cool balm over my tender skin and it
was a different sort of pain at first, but one that surrendered
quickly to welcome relief as the ointment did its work. Mr. Reiser
massaged my ass for a long while and then my thighs and back as well,
all the way up to my shoulders and it lulled me into a placid sense of
joy. I was happy and languid under my owner's careful attentions and I
barely noticed that he was straddling my thighs, pressing his cock
between the cheeks of my ass, until he entered me so gently that I
felt nothing but pleasure in it. His cock slid inside me with one slow
push and he worked his hips back and forth in time with his hands as
they worked my shoulders.

It was such a complete and enchanting experience that I barely noticed
the man's rough hair against my sensitive skin. I felt it, yes, but I
just didn't mind it and Mr. Reiser fucked me slowly until he finally
lowered his chest to my back, taking much of his weight on his arms
and elbows, and fucking me harder with his legs spread wide and his
cock digging into my rectum. He kissed my hair and neck and cheek,
telling me I was beautiful and sexy. He gave me all the words a woman
longs to hear and I believed every one of them.

When he came inside me, I came as well. My girl cock spurted uselessly
onto the bedspread beneath me and I knew my Master could feel it. He
could sense my orgasm as my ass tightened around him, as my body
shuddered in the rapture of the moment. I turned my head and took his
tongue inside me, letting him kiss me hard and deep and wishing to
possess that touch for all eternity. Connected and joined and
embracing the man inside me as a lover should.


End of chapter 12

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