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  A Night With My Master

  By Ana Vela

  © 2013 Port Vell Press

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This story is intended for mature adults only. It contains sexual scenarios, dirty language, hot action, and much more! Please store your digital files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

  And above all – Enjoy!

  About the Author

  Ana Vela is romantic at heart. Living in Miami with her husband, two sons, and a puppy, she finds time to sneak away at night and live out her fantasies by writing them all down and creating these stories for her faithful readers.

  To contact Ana, please write to [email protected], and she will answer each and every email personally!

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  Other Books by Ana Vela

  Chat Room Romance

  Dear Diary: I Had a Threesome

  I brush on my blue eye shadow and bubblegum pink lip gloss and pull on the thigh high rainbow socks. I pin my blue hair into curling down pigtails. Master was out in the living room and would be going to bed soon. I hear the TV shut off and dash to the bathroom. Waiting, silently, I listen to his footsteps as he makes his way into the bedroom and around to his side of the king sized bed. A California king for my almighty master. After a few seconds, I know he is lying down, so I tip toe my way across the room and slip in easily behind him as he lays on his side.

  "Mmm is it bedtime already, love," I whisper into his ear while slowly tracing my hand down his arm. I stop just above his wrist and moan softly while pulling my hips into his backside.

  "I'm sorry I'm so tired, its... been a long day..." he trails off, breathing heavily as he starts to relax.

  "I just wanted to say goodnight to you, master." I say softly before I start kissing his shoulder.

  I feel him gently push back under my lips, so I begin to kiss farther down his back and then over to his side, hoping that if I hit the right spot, he'll not want to be tickled by my curls gently caressing next to my lips. As he starts to turn, I know that I've snared him, and my clit starts to swell and surge with my heartbeat, already aware of what awaits it.

  I lunge back and allow him to bring his arm around and under my side and his hand lands directly over my tailbone. He gently glides his fingertips back and forth between the dimples above my ass. When he raises his hand away, I stop suddenly, but only briefly as I await what I hope comes next. I'm only slightly disappointed when I feel his fingertips now up higher, near the center of my back, gliding upwards across my right shoulder blade. I lean over him, kissing and licking his chest, up to his collarbone, back down almost to his nipple, then back up to the point right above his heart.

  I kiss his soft skin so tenderly at first, then open slightly more to bear down my teeth, just barely scraping him. He takes his hand away again, and I anticipate his next move so yearningly. I want to feel his hands on me, spanking me; the sting of it so needed. He grabs one of my pigtails instead and asks me the first of many questions he insists I must answer in order to receive my penance.

  "How does it feel?" He looks directly into my eyes as he asks the question, pulling harder on my hair until I cry out.

  "Don't make me ask again." I whimper under his strength, and mutter out a response.

  "It feels good, master-" He yanks his hand down to the bed and leans in as close as he can while still being able to see my eyes. "How good does it feel, slave?"

  "You make me feel so good, master, I love it when you put your hands on me. Please, master? Please put your hands on me again?" I beg, while straining to keep my hand on his chest.

  In one flowing motion, he releases my hair and winds his arm up above his head, allowing the full pull of gravity and his momentum to arc back down and smack me square on the right side of my ass. The sting penetrates every thought, every feeling I was having for about 3 seconds and then starts to fade, but when he softly lays his warm palm directly over the hand print now blazing red on my skin, I immediately begin to orgasm and I know that I shall receive many more rewards like it in the next half hour.

  I came for about 30 seconds, and even though my eyes were closed, I could feel my masters gaze upon me. He loves to watch me cum. He loves to hear me cum as well, and so I lean back in toward his ears, so he can feel my tits pressed up against his chest while I hold my breath through the last few seconds of orgasm. Releasing my breath, he immediately grabs my chin and pulls me up toward his face.

  "Again," he simply states, and releases me. I glide my lips down his stomach, but I shift slightly forward when I reach his pelvis, and continue down the side of his hip, stopping lightly every few inches to kiss him and lick his soft skin. I breathe in the smell of his bodywash and it invigorates my senses. I hear him moan softly, and I realize that my left pigtail has been tickling his testicles, an act so innocent, yet so welcomed from him, and I smile to myself for knowing exactly what to do next to please my master.

  I zigzag my way back up toward his stomach, arcing over just high enough for my breast to caress his cock, which I've noticed has a fair amount of pre-cum dripping from it. My heart starts to race, and I have to refrain from grabbing it fiercely and shoving my tongue toward it.

  I want to taste it so badly, but I'm half way through a long game and I don't want to throw away what could be the best foreplay I've ever treated him to, so I allow my breast to slide over the top of his throbbing hard head and I smile again, at the stickiness. I know it would taste so nice; warm and creamy, a little salty, but a little sweet as well. I continue kissing his warm skin, reaching around to the side of his hip with my hand. I grab him and get ready to come back around; one more trip before I finally get to put my lips on his cock.

  Just as I start to pivot, he grabs my arm brutishly, pulling me up so he can look into my eyes again.

  "Who do you belong to?"

  The question startles me at first, then I remember the truth of its nature.

  "I'm yours, master. And no one else's."

  As quickly as he grabbed it, he releases my arm and allows me to continue on as I was. I feel his body relax just a bit, and I lean into him, to gather some of his warmth.

  Moaning softly, I trace the same pattern as my lips did with my fingertips and I slowly reach my left arm between his legs, and lean down on my elbow, sliding my hand under his thigh. He may think he knows what's coming, but I tease him a little more, anyway. I kiss the inside of his thigh, then cross over to his other thigh, making sure my hot breath sweeps over his balls. I lick his inner thigh, and again cross over to the other, this time, allowing my lips to barely graze his boys. I kiss a little hard, almost biting now on his thigh, and I pass over again, only this time, I have my tongue out flat, and I lick the length of his ball sack, all the way up to the base of his penis.

  He moans a little, so I go back for more. I lick and twirl my tongue around and up and down, sucking lightly only for a second each time, until I have completely soaked his balls and my lips. I open my mouth j
ust wide enough to still cover my teeth with my lips and I begin to pull in his testicle, creating a vacuum in my warm, slippery mouth.

  Each time I suck in, I pull in a little more. I can feel his body react to the sensation as he tenses up, just a bit, but not in pain or turmoil. He is in complete bliss, (I know this from experience) and I feel overwhelmed with excitement and suddenly, another orgasm bursts from my loins, sending shivers throughout my body.

  I release my hold on his manhood, and allow my hair to fall gently over the now soaked area and I tilt my head and smile at the sight of his face. It emits pure happiness for a brief moment, then he opens his eyes and asks the final question.

  "What do you want, slut?"

  A hint of a smile flashes across my face just before he becomes impatient with my lack of response and rears back his hand for another hard slap on my round ass.

  I wait for the sting, and when the second slap follows the first so rapidly, I am sent into orgasm so fast, I can't form any words to answer him. When he sees that I'm cumming, he pins my arm behind my back with one hand and wraps his fingers around my neck with the other and pulls me toward him, face to face.

  Before he can demand his answer, I cry out with pain and ecstasy as the swells of orgasm flood from my swollen and throbbing clit, sending more shivers through my body.

  "To please you, master." I manage to say under the waves of orgasm.

  "Is that what my little slut wants? To please her master?" He taunts me while continuing to keep me pinned under his strength.

  "Yes, master. I live to make you feel good. Please let me make you feel good."

  He keeps me locked up in his hands, fully aware that I am at his mercy. "Good," he says with a slight grin and turns my body as he releases my neck, but immediately grabs a fist full of my hair. He pivots my head and faces me directly over his cock which is dripping with more pre-cum.

  He suddenly releases his holds on me and allows me to continue at my task. I move my hand along the sides of his body, down to his hips, where I lightly grab his skin. I hold it tenderly for a moment before I intensely start to dig my fingernails into him. He responds in kind, and digs his nails into the fleshy part of my ass, just above my thighs.

  He digs deeper and deeper, and as the pain starts to rise, I push into his fingers, trying to take what little control I have of the pain. He anticipates this, and lightens up his fingers, just enough to make me back off. As I relent, he follows me back in, and digs even harder than before. Just as it is about to become too much, just when I think I may actually shed a tear from the pain, he waits, just one... more... second...

  When he pulls his hand away, the wave crashes over me; it pushes me and pulls me in every direction, and I feel the madness may overcome me...

  But he gently places his hand as it was, back over the marks left from his nails, and he just holds it there, letting my skin react to the warmth of his touch. The sensation is almost too much to contain, and I begin to whimper again, my lips just centimeters from his head, still dripping with the sweet goodness. I stick out my tongue, the cum binds with the saliva, and they are drawn in together, spreading over my taste buds, that sweet, sweet cum. I can't hold out any longer. I have to taste his cock. I have to feel how hard it is with my tongue; needing to feel its throbbing way down in my throat.

  I bring my lips over the head, pausing for a moment to savor the calling. Softly, I start to lick the tip of his cock around and around with my tongue. Every other rotation, I let my lips fall over it to spread my saliva and his cum all over them. I need them to be slippery as I work my way down. Around and around, licking and lightly sucking the head, then I take one long lick with my tongue out flat down the side of the shaft, all the way to his pelvis.

  I come back up, not licking, only breathing out, but wrapping my lips into a tight "o" to cool down the air a bit and give him a nice chilled sensation. When I reach back to the top, I flatten my tongue again and repeat down the other side. I lick my way back up the underside of his penis and when I reach the top I open my mouth just wide enough for my slippery lips to enclose around the tip of his cock, and then I start to seal it up as I go down, creating that nice amount of suction to get his juices flowing.

  Almost instantly, he grabs another fist full of my hair and takes over. I keep my lips pressed tight to the shaft of his cock and I whip my tongue around and around and then back and forth, up and down, just over the skin directly below the split in his head. This is his special spot. I know that when I stimulate it with my tongue, he will want what he comes for, what he knows I will give up so tenderly.

  He shoves my head all the way down, hard and fast, shoving his rock hard cock deep into my throat. I gag and my reflexes kick in and I swallow hard, over and over with his cock all the way down my throat. I love the feeling of it, so hard, throbbing, warm, and I need it so badly, I don't want him to release me. He pulls and pushes my head, jerking himself off with my mouth and throat, I can feel it get harder and harder with each thrust and I orgasm so intensely, I can feel my cum soaking through my panties.

  He lets go of my hair and spanks my ass, hard. I still have his cock deep in my throat and I can't cry out even though I want to scream. Again, he grabs my hair and fucks my face, faster this time, because he's close to his release. I swallow his cock and cum even more, my clit throbbing now, in such need for a good pounding.

  All of a sudden, he releases my hair, and grabs both of my shoulders. He pulls me up onto my knees and turns me away from him, revealing my ass directly facing him. He grabs my hair once more, and forces my face down into his lap. I stick out my tongue, wanting to taste every inch of him. He pulls my head back again and I open my mouth to receive his cock again. As it enters my mouth and glides down my neck deep into my throat, he shoves three fingers of his free hand into my pussy and they slide in effortlessly, as I am soaked with cum.

  He wriggles his fingers back and forth while pulling them out and pushing them back in, and he finds my g-spot almost instantly. As I begin to cum again, he holds my face down flat against his pelvis, his throbbing hard cock as far in as it can be.

  I cum over and over and over on his command, each time, the waves getting stronger and faster. I'm shaking uncontrollably in pure ecstasy and when my body becomes limp with release, he pulls his cock out of my mouth.

  He is my master, and I am completely his.

  About the Author

  Ana Vela is romantic at heart. Living in Miami with her husband, two sons, and a puppy, she finds time to sneak away at night and live out her fantasies by writing them all down and creating these stories for her faithful readers.

  To contact Ana, please write to [email protected], and she will answer each and every email personally!

  Sign up for Ana’s Mailing List to be notified of New Releases and Special Sales: http://eepurl.com/ycfq1

  No Spam – we promise!

  Other Books by Ana Vela

  Chat Room Romance

  Dear Diary: I Had a Threesome

 

 

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