Personal Ad

A few days later Smith and I were reclining on the couch in our living room. He wasn't wearing his jacket or his tie and his shirt was unbuttoned enough to expose his lightly hairy chest. I buried myself in it, inhaling his scent. It was raining outside, not tiny drips but drops the size of a nickel. He kissed my forehead as we listened to the rain and the thunder outside.

"Sit up." He told me.

I sat up and watched him go into the bedroom. He exited a few minutes later with leather blindfold and sat back down next to me. A wicked grin spread across his kissable lips. He stroked my cheek and kissed me lightly and then he looked into my eyes.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

With one swift move his free hand tweeked my nipple making me wince.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Smith."

He released my nipple.

"Good girl. Now turn around."

I did as I was told and I could feel the blindfold being slipped over my eyes, making me sightless. He checked it to make sure I wasn't peeking.

"Looks like that's on there pretty well." He said with a satisfaction in his voice.

He took my hand.

"Stand up." He ordered.

I stood, I could feel my nipples harden as the fabric of the satin nighty I was wearing was rubbing my skin. I could feel him take my hand as he led me to the kitchen and I could still hear the rain and the thunder outside. I had no idea what my master would have in store for me. All I knew was that the linoleum was cold on my bare feet. He picked me up and sat me on the table.

"Now I want you to stay where you are. Understand?"

"Yes Smith." I answered.

"Lay down." He ordered.

I laid down. When I couldn't see anything I had noticed that my sense of sound had heightened and I listened as the rain fell outside along with the thunder. I could hear the refridgerator door open and things being taken out and set on the counter. I was scared but yet aroused and I didn't dare question Smith at that moment. All of sudden I could feel him standing over me. Don't ask me how I knew, but it was as if I could feel his eyes on me.

"This is going to be fun." He mused.

I could hear a knife being removed from the block and I could hear him advance towards me. I wanted to move but I was paralyzed with fear. Just then I could feel the blade slice through my nighty with ease, a tear streamed down my cheek and it was obvious I was trying not to shake. I felt the blade slice through my panties and they came off with ease and I was now naked and defenseless before my master. Just then I heard the knife being tossed at the wall where it stayed in place. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispered into my ear.

"Don't worry...I'm not going to hurt you. I just had to prepare you is all." His voice was reassuring and I stopped shaking.

He kissed me gently and then his tongue slipped past my lips. His hands wandered all over my body making me hot with desire and then he let up. I could hear him go to the counter, he came back with something as he ran it lightly fron my clit and all the way to my mouth. He traced my lips with what tasted like a strawberry and put it in my mouth halfway. I could feel his mouth on mine as we both devoured it and we kissed some more. And then I felt what tasted like a sliced peach tracing my lips this time. He did the same drill as he did with the strawberry before that. After that it was a kiwi, watermelon, and even a cataloupe, with few cherries and grapes in between. Each kiss had a unique flavor. But the last kiss was quite hot, Smith gave a jalapeno~ pepper and I could feel my mouth burning. He was amused at my reaction. Just then he sat me up and made me drink a tall glass of milk to cool down the burning sensation in my mouth. I could feel the milk spilling onto my breasts and I could feel his toungue licking them to catch stray drops. He laid me back down and this time I felt something sticky and sweet being poured onto my stomach. It was warm. After he was done, I could feel his tongue licking me slowly and I was getting wet with desire.

"Hmmm I think someone wants to be fucked." He whispered in my ear.

I was shaking once again.

"Tell me how much you need it." He whispered again.

"Please I need it!" I begged.

"Doesn't sound needy enough."

"Please fuck me." I was on the verge of tears at this point.

"Who are you?" He asked me.

"I'm your slut." I answered.

"And who do you belong too?"

"You Smith."

"Good girl."

And then I could feel him sliding slowly into me as I savored every inch of him. Even though I still couldn't see, it seemed as it senses besides my hearing were hightened. This time the sex felt more intense than ever and I was on the verge of coming.

"Don't come yet!" He ordered.

I held back.

"Don't come until I tell you too." He told me.

I could feel him sliding in and out of me slowly and then he tweaked my nipples making me squirm.

"Oh yes! That's it ride it like the little slut you are!" He cried out.

He kept fucking me as I was close to coming, but I didn't want to come, not until he told me too.

"You may come now."

And I did. As I came I could feel his cock explode inside of me. He removed the blindfold and kissed me. We were both sticky and naked and the we looked around the kitchen.

"Looks like we made a mess." I said.

"Yes we did, but we had fun didn't we?" Smith said as a michevous grin crossed his face.