My heart is racing as my bottom slides onto the seat. Daidi’s needs match my own and there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do to please Him. As we pull out of the parking lot, my eyes stare out at the darkening sea. Visions like these plant deep memories within. Seeing us walk along the beach. Daidi wading in the water with my body wrapped around His. Passionate kisses; the moment only Ours. Feeling Him wrap His arms around me on the balcony, pulling my robe apart. His to use for pleasure.
i am brought out of thought feeling Daidi’s hand on my thigh. i lift my bottom, pulling down my pants to my knees. i can see by the change in His breathing that He is pleased with me. The scent of my arousal fills the car as His hand moves higher on my thigh. The soft leather seat against my ass, reminding me of the wetness from earlier. i can’t help but take shallow breaths as His fingers brush across my moist lips. My hands move under my blouse to caress my sensitive breasts. i was taught long ago what pleases him and i always do what i know He will enjoy. He presses one finger inside His pussy and i am helpless to do anything but focus on His touch. Feeling His finger going in and out, pulling juices with each movement. Watching His hand, His fingers move up to my lips. Daidi knows how much i love teasing him with licking and sucking on His fingers. This time though, i taste myself. Running my tongue over the palm of His hand, cleaning off each finger deep in my mouth. It is so easy to forget where we are until i hear Him unbuckle His seatbelt. We have arrived home without remembering the drive.
As Daidi opens my door, i know not to pull back up my pants. He helps me pull them off over my heels, then helping me out of the car. Pushing my boundaries, i lift the blouse over my head and enter our home. i feel a slap across my ass, “Did I tell you to remove your blouse?” That was not unexpected, but it is sometimes difficult to hold back wanting to tease Him further. Placing my head down, “No Daidi”, is all i know to say. A few more steps were taken when He pins me up against the wall. Lips come crashing down on mine and our fire erupts. There is nothing like being owned by Daidi. He gives me everything, and right now i am feeling the passion of being owned. His hands wrap around my body grabbing handfuls of my ass. His teeth nipping at my lips and His tongue plunging deep. His knee parts my thighs, leaving me straddling his leg. The friction of His pants against my slick clit releases a low moan from my lips.
i need to touch Him so badly. My hands are gripping His shoulders so i follow His rules. His hands move my hips in a rocking motion against His thigh. i cannot take a deep breath without it intensifying the orgasm i am trying to stop. “Daidi, may i please cum? Daidi, please?” He knows exactly what He’s doing. There isn’t anything that He does that isn’t intentional. i know i won’t be able to hold off much longer. Begging one last time for permission to cum before i completely lose control, he increases the tempo. “Does my babygirl need to cum? Do you want to cum on my leg or does my whore need Masters cock?” Fuck! When He calls me His whore, my mind fades into the fog. “I am Yours Master”.
As the words leave my mouth, I am turned around losing my balance. My hands go against the wall and He pulls my ass backwards towards Him. His feet kick my legs apart and i hear His slacks fall to the floor. My hair is pulled back and His other hand wraps around my throat. His cock slides into His slick pussy. Screams erupt from my lips and my orgasm hits quickly and Daidi knows it. His hand tightens as He thrusts harder. Feeling Him lengthen, His cum warm in my pussy, Daidi bites down on my shoulder, "Mine!"
