Meet Your New Master Ch. 05

"You're too funny, John," Nora said trying to control her laughter. Nora was feeling the happiest for the longest time. Or since she could remember for that matter. When she came downstairs, she was treated to a breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and strawberries and crème which were prepared by John. The meal was very lighthearted and he made her laugh nearly the entire time. Nora realized that they had been sitting at the table for over an hour, and knew that John must have things to tend to that day.

She stood up and smiled warmly at him, gathering her plates. "Alright, I think it's time to take care of all of these dishes. You worked hard at making the meal so there is no way I'm letting you clean up."

"Just a few more minutes," he answered winking at her.

"No, no, no. You said that five minutes ago. Now I know you need to go into town to tend to business." She came around the table to reach for John's plate. She was caught off guard, though when John's hand grabbed her wrist. Gently it traveled up her arm and back down again, letting go reluctantly.

"Thank you," he said. He was looking at her as if he wanted to say more, but did not.

Nora smiled at him shyly, and then turned towards the kitchen with the dishes.

In the kitchen she filled a large basin with water she had heated and then proceeded to wash the dishes. As she cleaned, her mind began to wander to other things. Her thoughts immediately turned to the sketch-book in the bathroom. So, he had been thinking about her. Hmmm, and quite a bit from the looks of those drawings! She couldn't help but smile. Maybe he really didn't care at all about the woman who had visited for dinner. He certainly hadn't drawn any pictures of her! Feeling in good spirits, Nora began singing one of her favorite songs and swaying her hips as she finished up the cleaning. Minutes later she was interrupted.

"You have an excellent voice."

Nora nearly jumped out of her boots to find John standing just a few feet away from her. She had thought he would have left for town already.

"John," she gasped. "You scared me. I thought you left. Otherwise I wouldn't have been singing knowing you were nearby!" Playfully she threw the dishrag at him.

Having good reflexes he caught it quickly and tossed it into the basin. "Think you could get rid of me so easily?"

"You need to get to work my dear," she giggled. "Now if you will excuse me, I think I'm going to go straighten up the dining room." As she attempted to walk past him, he immediately blocked her way.

"That can wait," he answered, backing her up against the counter. His hands rested on the counter on either side of her, blocking her in. "You're beautiful...you know that?"

"Thank you," she whispered, not sure of what else to say.

"There's so many things I want to do to you, Nora. I'm very sure you know exactly what I mean when I say that...don't you?"

Playing innocent Nora shook her head. "I'm sorry John. I...I don't quite know what you're talking about." Suddenly she was feeling quite warm.

A grin spread across John's face. "No, I think you do, sweetheart. You were looking at my sketch-book while you were in the bath, weren't you. And don't lie. I realized I had left it in there the day before, and thought I should move it incase any of the slaves were to clean in there. Well, I went upstairs before I came in here, and what should I see but prints on the book that had to have been left by wet hands. Can you explain?"

"I didn't mean to," she answered quickly, knowing she was caught. "I was just curious as to what it was. But I just looked at it very quickly and..."

"Did you touch yourself when you were looking at it?" His hand moved up her right arm and then came to rest on her breast. He caressed it lightly and then allowed his fingers to stroke it back and forth, feeling her nipple already hard and at attention. Nora shook her head. "Tell the truth, sweetheart," he ordered her in a sing-song voice. John slowly began to unbutton the front of her dress down to her stomach. Beneath she wore a pink chemise. John leaned forward and took a hard nipple through the material into his mouth, causing Nora to moan. Reaching downward he pulled her dress up to her stomach. His hand slipped beneath her knickers to find her pussy beginning to ooze juices. He stroked her plump lips and then slowly began to circle her exposed clit.

Nora cried out, holding his head to her chest. Between the feeling of the silky material and the wetness of his mouth against her nipple and his hand between her legs, she nearly thought she would scream, but refrained from it, knowing that someone may run into the kitchen to investigate. She stroked John's long dark hair, not wanting him to stop. Grudgingly he pulled away his hand and his mouth and asked her again, "Did you touch yourself when you saw the drawing of us fucking?"

"Yes," she answered, lifting her head high to look him squarely in the eye. Nora realized that she shouldn't be ashamed to admit this to him. She also knew it was about time she quit playing shy and let him know how she felt. "It made me wet looking at the picture with the two of together." She reached up and put her hands around his neck and stood on tippy toe to get closer to him. "Truth is," she said, leaning upward and biting his lip gently, "there are many things that I want to do to you too."

John groaned and wrapped his arms around her. "Wench," he said before taking her mouth in a savage kiss, his tongue thrusting within the depths of her mouth. Hungrily Nora kissed him back and was so caught up in the moment that she almost didn't notice when John swept her off her feet and picked up into his arms. He began to carry her off, but to where, Nora could care less, as long as she was with him. He carried her up a flight of stairs, all the while still exploring the heat of her mouth with his tongue. Before she knew it, Nora was thrown down onto a bed of what she realized must have been the master bedroom.

"Baby, take off your clothes," he ordered as he began to unbutton his shirt at the foot of the bed. John needed to feel her skin against him more than anything else at the moment. His fingers trembled as he began to take off his clothes as he watched her unbutton the rest of her dress. "So fucking sexy," he thought to himself as he watched her come down to just her knickers, chemise and stockings. He slipped out of his underwear and watched in anticipation for her to take off the rest of her clothes. She did it without shyness or hesitation and was soon as naked as he. For moments they both stood still, examining the other's aroused body, John still standing at the foot of the bed and Nora on her knees in the middle of his sheets. John couldn't believe she was his. Her caramel skin looked delicious, especially against the contrast of her dark brown nipples that stood out proud, begging for his touch. Her stomach was flat leading down to a patch of dark curls. Her hips and ass were curved quite nicely. Nora was equally pleased by the sight of John. He was quite rough looking with his piercing dark eyes, his hair that hung down, and with the stubble across his face. But he was incredibly sexy. He had a muscular body and was arguably the most masculine man she had ever met. Though she had not seen many cocks, she knew that his was on the large side. It had hurt her the first time, but now she knew it would give her nothing but pleasure.

Finally Nora broke the ice, giving John a wicked smile. "I'm getting cold over here by myself. Won't you come and warm me up?"

"I'd be happy to oblige," John answered with a wink and began to crawl on the bed until he was behind her. He stroked the tops of her arms and licked her left earlobe. "Tell me what you want, baby," he whispered to her. His hard manhood pressed against her back.

"I want you," she sighed, leaning back against him.

"Tell me where you need to be touched." He began to kiss her neck and could feel her pulse beating faster.

"You know."

"Tell me," he ordered her.

"I want you to touch me...between my legs," she answered. She spread them without even being conscious of it.

"I guess you do," he chuckled, as he noticed her readily expose herself to him. "Let's see what we have here." John moved his hands from her shoulders down her light brown body. One hand rested on her hip and the other moved between the lips of her sex, gently exploring. "So wet," he whispered to her. He didn't even need to put his fingers into her tunnel and already could find the slick juices spilling from her.

Nora moaned, and began to tweak her own nipples. "Put your fingers in me John," she pleaded.

"Now baby," he said, nipping at her earlobe, "that isn't very lady like of you."

Nora turned her head to look at the man behind her. "Would you prefer to have a lady in your bed instead of me?" she asked, arching her eyebrow.

"Not one bit," he answered her, bringing his lips forward to crush down on her own. Determined to please her, John put two fingers within her depths. She was tight, but they slid in quite easily due to her slick passage. He decided to take advantage of the fact and allowed a third finder in, which was quite a stretch. Nora moaned against his mouth, spreading her legs further apart. As John kissed her and stroked her with his fingers, he thought about what an erotic sight the two of them my look like at that moment and knew he would be sketching a picture of it the next time he had a chance.

Nora tore her mouth away from his, breathing hard. "Oh, John," she cried. "You're going to make me cum. Go faster!" Instead, he slowed down the pace. Then to her disappointment, he completely pulled out. "John," she gasped, "what are you doing?"

"I'm about to make love to you, baby," he said, bringing his fingers to her mouth. "Taste yourself. Taste how ready you are to be fucked."

Nora looked at the fingers he held in front of her face, amazed at how much they were covered with her juices. She didn't even know she could get that wet. She then leaned forward, taking the digits into her mouth, eagerly sucking the juices off. John took her chin in his hands and turned her face towards him so that he could kiss her and taste the cum that lingered in her mouth. "So sweet," he said as he pulled away. "Later on I'll fuck you with my tongue and get to taste those sweet juices first hand. But for now, I think this pussy needs a big cock to please her. Lay down, baby."

Nora did as he told her, laying on her back with her head on top of the soft pillows, expecting him to take her missionary style. "Nora, lay on your side," John instructed her. "I want to take you from behind." She was not quite sure what he meant, but did as she was told. John followed her, lying down beside her. Nora could feel his throbbing dick pressing against her bottom.

"John...I'm not quite sure how..."

"Don't worry baby," he reassured her. "I'll do all the work." He lifted her top leg so that it rested on top of his own and provided him access to her womanhood. He guided his cock so that it was outside of the opening of her cunt. "I'm going to put my cock inside of you now," he told her gently. "Tell me if I hurt you at all baby, and I'll stop right away." He wanted her to feel safe with him and to know that she could trust him completely.

"Okay John. Put it in me."

John slid his cock about an inch into her wet depths and then paused, waiting to see if she would protest.

"Keep going," she groaned, pushing her bottom closer to his body, causing his manhood to slide further into her.

"Damn," he whispered. He couldn't resist thrusting his remaining length within her. In and out he slowly stroked within her, but Nora was not about to let him do all the work. She thrust her hips back and forth, her bottom smacking against him. He looked down at their bodies, hypnotized by the site of his white body pressed in the most intimate way against her brown skin.

She turned her head to look into his glassy eyes. "Kiss me," she whispered. Their mouths met and tongues intertwined. Nora's first time had been upsetting, but this time, she felt far from that. Never in her life could she have imagined that sex would feel quite like this. John was so long and thick and stretched her to the limit, but it felt like the perfect fit. She could feel a pulsing within her and after each passing moment she wanted more and more to reach her peak, but once she reached it, she wasn't quite sure she could handle it.

John had been with many women over the years, but never had he had one like Nora. He knew he was the only man she had ever been with, but with him, she was performing like an expert. Most women he had the experience of being with lay completely still. But not Nora. She was not afraid to show the passion she was feeling as her hips moved with his.

"John...I think...I think I'm about to cum," Nora cried out.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me," he encouraged her. "I'll come with you."

Together their hips began moving faster and faster as John's hard cock plunged within her wet cunt. Nora bit the pillow beneath her in an effort to calm her screams when she was ready to orgasm.

"No, baby," John scolded her upon seeing what she was doing. "I want to hear you. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel. These are thick walls and everyone's downstairs," he said with a laugh. "Be as loud as you want."

Nora couldn't take it anymore. She threw her head back and a loud cry escaped her throat as she came. "Aaaah, gawwd! John, I love you."

Furiously John pumped within her. He kissed her on several spots across her neck and whispered into her ear, "I love you too, Nora." Moments later, John spewed his semen into the womb of the beautiful brown woman in his arms.

Together they collapsed further into the bed in the aftermath of their orgasm. John pulled out, turned Nora around to face him and then wrapped his arms around her. "That was wonderful," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Sex has never felt that good before...I can't even explain it in words. Was it good for you?"

"Of course," Nora said with a smile. They lay together for several moments before Nora finally spoke in a quiet voice. "Where do we go from here?"

"What do you mean?" John asked, stroking her curly hair.

"I mean you and me in general. What's going to happen with us?"

"Baby, nothings going to happen. We're both going to be here together...don't worry about a thing, ok?" He told her, giving her a smile of encouragement.

"But what if you get tired of me. Or what if I become...um...pregnant?"

"Nora," John answered, stroking her body gently. "Don't worry about a thing. I am not going to get tired of you. I've been with a lot of women in my life. But you sweetheart, you are special. I knew it from the moment I saw you walk into the saloon. I know I acted like a total ass then," he spoke with a grin across face. "But you've put up with me and my nonsense. I regret what happened our first time, but I won't ever scare you or hurt you again. As far as you getting pregnant...well, let's face it, it's bound to happen, don't you think?"

"Yes," said Nora nervously.

"Well, I'll take care of you both. I have lots of money and another mouth to feed won't be a problem. I'd never cast you or our baby away. I'll love you both. Do you trust me?"

"Yes...yes, I do John," Nora answered with certainty in her voice. She smiled back at him. Finally she knew she had nothing to worry about and that John truly loved her and would take care of her always.