Ebony Master

She emerged from the bathroom to find him waiting for her beside the bed. She met his eyes briefly, then lowered her gaze. She knew his rules like the back of her hand. No eye contact unless he so ordered it. She waited patiently as he approached her. Her beloved Master paused in front of her, rubbing the thumb and forefinger of his right hand together slowly. After a moment, he walked around her towel clad body which was still damp from the piping hot shower. Moisture dotted her forehead and trickled down to pool between her breasts.

The oversized clock on the dresser ticked away the seconds, reminiscent of the garden fountain from Kill Bill. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Her Master stopped before her as he completed his circle around her body. She tried not to react to the sight of the bulge in his boxers, but her eyes widened slightly nonetheless. They always did. Master was gifted in many areas, but especially so down there. Her nipples hardened slightly at the unbridled thought and her clit began to throb in anticipation of his attention.

“What is my rule concerning this covering?” Her Master asked, breaking the near silence.

“You wish me to wear it until you alone unwrap the treasure of my body,” she answered without hesitation.

“Correct,” he admonished. “Look at me.”

She did so and he gave her a terse smile for her obedience.

“Good girl. Now tell me why we are here.”

The tingling between her legs increased slightly as she considered her answer..

“I promised my Master an orgasm today,” she spoke softly.

He nodded at her. “And have you yet given that to me?”

“None as yet, my Master.”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

“Are you prepared to receive your pleasure, my Servant?”

“I am,” she responded

With a graceful movement, he reached up and removed the towel from her covered body. She watched silently as her Master’s eyes took in the sight of her curvaceous chocolate body. He lingered on her full breasts as they glistened in the sunlight shining through the window. She knew from experience that he was fond of them, but he never failed to be attentive to the entirety of her body.

“You are Beautiful,” he murmured.

“Thank you, Master.”

He reached for her arms and drew her close, eyes meeting hers. He placed her arms around his neck, which was always amusing to her, though she never revealed that to him. He was six feet while she was a mere four feet eleven inches.

“Jump up,” he ordered.

With his help, she did so, until her shapely legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms tight around his neck, her dark skin against his. He buried his face in her locs and inhaled deeply.

“You’re safe,” he began. This was their constant ritual now. His affirmations warmed her heart and caused her to trust him to do her no harm.

“I am safe,” she repeated.

“You are loved.”

“I am loved.”

“Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

“My pleasure is my Master’s pleasure.”

“Let’s begin, my Servant.”

“Yes, my Master.”

He set her down gently on the floor and turned her around to face the king sized bed. With hands on her shoulders, he spoke firmly.

“You remember your safe word?”

Of course she did. It was indicative of how they’d met. She’d asked him what he was drinking. It had been tea of a certain variety. That had stuck with her for months.

“Ginger, Master. My safe word is Ginger.”

She knew that had appeased him when he placed a hand on her back and pushed gently until she was bent at the waist with her palms flat on the bed. He then reached down and lifted her right leg up on the bed itself. Kneeling behind her, he grasped her buttocks firmly and buried his face in her wetness. His thick lips kiseed her vagina softly and she gasped. But her Master was far from done. His soft tongue parted her vagina lips in a long slow lick that ended at her clit. Then back to the beginning. Again and again. And again. Each time his tongue met her clit, her breath quickened and her legs shook..

But he was not done. Far from it. His lips closed around her clit entirely and gently sucked while simultaneously licking her. She had no idea how he was doing that. It seemed like he was everywhere at once between her legs, hitting every sensitive spot until she reached back to grab his hair and pull him closer. Her brown thighs nearly buckled and he suddenly released her.

“Not yet,” he ordered.

“Y-yes, Master,” she gasped.

Her Master got a firm hand around the back of her neck and stood her upright, drawing her toward him until her back was against his chest and her rounded butt pressed against his massive manhood.

Placing his free hand between her legs, he slipped one finger into her juiciness. Pulling it out, he turned her toward him slightly and made her watch as he sucked his finger dry. Reaching down again, he repeated the action, again making her watch as he tasted her.

“You want to taste yourself?” he asked her.

His hard dick throbbed once behind her and her body all but screamed to have him inside of her.

“Yes, Master. Please, Master.”

He smiled slightly and reached down again. Bringing his hand up, he let his finger rest gently on her parted lips before slipping it into her waiting mouth. She sucked on it hungrily, moaning as she did so. Again, he repeated the action and she enjoyed that as well.

“What do you say after such a delicious treat,” he chided her.

“Thank you, my Master.”

His hand massaged her neck and she subconsciously rubbed her butt on his dick.

He picked her up and laid her across the bed, then parting her legs and positioning himself between them. She drew her knees up, presenting herself for him to continue to pleasure her body.

He did not keep her waiting. His talented mouth covered her throbbing wet pussy and drove her ever closer to her first climax. His tongue was a small hurricane, wreaking havoc on the garden between her legs, her inner thighs and back again. Her legs shook until she locked them across his muscled back. That did not help. She knew she was close.

“May I cum, Master?”

“Yes,” he granted her. “Cum for your Master. Give me what’s mine.”

She moaned even louder at that, for this was indeed her Master’s gift. The orgasm she had promised him and she desperately wanted him to have it.

That was turning out to be a soon coming reality as his mouth devoured her soaking wet pussy. He reached up and grabbed hold of both her breasts, never stopping the movement below. Her thighs clamped against his face, holding him in place as she rode his tongue like a wild stallion.

Then there it was. Oh there it was indeed. Her climax took her like a flood. Light flooded her eyesight, her body exploded in a heavenly creative blast that formed galaxies and universes and worlds and eternities.

And it was all for her Master, her precious Master. The One who gave her the greatest of pleasures. And she knew he adored her. She knew.

“Thank you, my Master,” she gasped aloud. “Thank you.”