Rachel Ch. 01

I grew excited at this discovery, moving my tongue in loving circles around it, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside, it was delicious, but I dearly wanted so much more.

I couldn't be sure of what happened, but without warning Marcus grabbed my hair pulling me away from his beautiful cock and I realised that I must have taken more of it into my mouth than was permitted.

"I'm so very sorry my Lord," I whispered, "please let me try again, it was such an unusual order and I got carried away by the magnificence of your member and the unusual taste of your cumm."

Thankfully he forgave me and allowed me to put out my tongue and bathe the beautiful swollen head with long slow licks, especially to the underside, when he groaned his pleasure. After what seemed like a very long time worshipping this wondrous cock head I felt the heat of him start to increase along with the pulsing, he moved forward slightly now, allowing me access to the entire length of his throbbing shaft.

My tongue and lips moved up, down and around his hardness while relishing every second until finally he allowed the full majesty of this cock to enter my mouth, he was no longer objecting and as I sucked he fucked easily into it. My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked hard, gradually increasing the speed as I realised that he was getting closer to cumming. I did so want him to empty his hot seed into my mouth and down my hungry throat.

"Stop!" he suddenly, cried out and grabbing my arms pulled, yanked me to my feet. Roughly taking hold of my wrist he spun me around while pushing me against the car bonnet simultaneously pushing my arm up my back, forcing me to bend forwards.

"Bend over the bonnet." He barked out the command so sharply that I complied without thinking, my wetness no longer just flooding my pussy, but trickling down the inside of my thighs.

Roughly he pulled my knickers down to my knees while still holding my arm and pressing me against the bonnet of the car. Tucking the back of my skirt into its own waistband he gave me four resounding smacks on both ass cheeks, leaving them really smarting and me even more horny than I would have thought possible.

I howled from the unexpected sting, but wow it had made me so wet and so in need of a good fucking with that adorably thick cock. It was then that I felt the bulbous head sliding up and down the length of my well-lubricated slit, rubbing over my excited clit until with a thrust that was hard, fast and very deep he buried the entire length inside me. My howling changed to a deep guttural moan.

Wasting no more time with games he began pumping hard and swiftly into my very hungry pussy while reaching around my waist to find my engorged clit, it was so swollen and hard that I was very aware of its never before known thickness. My nipples rubbing against the cold and unyielding metal of the car were equally hard and sensitised. We were making a lot of noise, moaning, groaning and crying out in what was for me unparalleled ecstasy. I felt sure that we could be heard all over the car park, the thrill of the very real possibility of us being discovered only served to heighten the intensity of the moment and neither of us cared.

I pushed my hips back to meet every thrust of this magnificent prick that filled me so completely, matching his every stroke and using my cunt muscles to milk him. I felt my orgasm fast approaching, building inside me and begged him to let me cumm.

"Yesssss," he hissed at me through clenched teeth, "cumm for me now," and as the first wave of my orgasm ripped through me I felt him pinch my clit hard as I cried out.

"Yes, yess, yess. Oh god Marcus, give me your delicious cumm, give it to meeeee," the second, third and fourth orgasm tore through me in wave after wave of pure pleasure causing me to convulse quite violently. Marcus erupted into me so many times that I lost count, but who was counting anyway, his thick cream pumped into me in what seemed like a never-ending flow. I felt every jerk of that beautiful super-cock as he filled me to overflowing.

My breathing had become so laboured that he pulled himself from me, spinning me around and taking me in his arms. With deep concern in his voice he asked me over and over again if there was anything that he could do and was I all right. My orgasm had been so intense that I was having great difficulty in catching my breath and already knowing that at this time I was unable to stop shaking I could do little more than nod my head and smile wanly while trying to gasp out that I was fine.

Eventually able to speak, I said, "My Lord that has to be the most intense orgasm that I have ever experienced, the intensity was absolutely incredible. I can see that we are going to have a lot of fun together."

"It pleases me that you are happy little one," his smile was genuine and taking my hand guided it to his fast wilting tool. I must admit that it was amongst the finest I have ever had, probably even the best, "now, you need to clean me up Rachel, I cant put my cock away with all this lovely goo on it."

I laughed, but without hesitation dropped to my knees where I would be able to taste the mixture of his cream mixed with my own before returning his cock, that now looked a little sad, to the confines of his boxers. He also passed me a handkerchief telling me to wipe my face clean and then my pussy.

Bending he picked up my knickers dropping them into his pocket. "You will not need these my sweet Rachel, from this point forward you are to refrain from wearing underwear at any time except when your monthly is upon you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," I replied, still kneeling at his feet zipping his trousers.

"Arise now my little one and get into the car. It is time we got you to the hotel; there we can take your liberation a little further.

Who are you Rachel?"

"I am Rachel, your slave Master," I replied.

"No Rachel, you are my submissive, I am not a slave-master."

"I own you my little one in every way," Marcus answered as the car sped onwards to the hotel. "I own your mind, heart, body and soul; you are mine from this time forward to do with as and when I please. Do you accept my ownership and put yourself in my care for guidance and training?"

"Master, I am yours to do with as you wish, I belong to you, I am your property, you bring great honour to this one by asking this of me, I am and always will be your humble, obedient and devoted Rachel. No other person male or female shall see or touch this body unless it is your wish. My Lord I am yours."

"A pretty speech Rachel, have you been rehearsing it," Marcus asked?"

"Oh no my Lord, I have spoken as I feel," I replied and cast my eyes down as all good submissives should. I would never look him in the eyes again without his permission.

With that I leaned back into the comfortable leather of the Pilot and closed my eyes. I thought of his inner strength and his mastery, his intensity and contradictory gentleness. Most of all I thought of the sheer passion so well hidden in this man with a giant heart.

Without warning I felt the back of his hand caress my cheek and heard the gentle passion filled, lowered voice as he said, "we're almost there baby." Inwardly my heart swelled.

I looked out at the city lights twinkling against the dark blue backdrop of the night sky, realising for the first time that it was a full moon. I saw without really noting the headlights of on-coming traffic, and all too soon the drive seemed to be over as the big car left the motorway for my hotel.

A few minutes later Marcus wheeled the car into one of the numerous parking spaces in front of the imposing twenty-two floor hotel. He killed the engine, unsnapped his seat belt and leaned toward me putting one hand on my naked thigh for support.

His kiss was so light and gentlemanly but the passion of the car park still roared through both our veins like rivers of molten lava, we were as yet unsated. Lips parted readily, tongues danced maintaining the previous fever like pitch.

One thing was certain, when Marcus kissed I knew that a master kisser had kissed me, he roused fires within that only he would be able to quench. Sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip took me to the extremes of desire; I was prepared to do almost anything for this man.

Taking both our bags from the car we walked arm in arm to the entrance, the concierge opened the door offering a polite "Good evening Mr Marcus, Ma'am," Marcus returning the greeting with a smile and as we passed through a bellboy hustled over to take my bag.

Having pre-booked, (the company paying the bill), I was surprised when he led me away from the reception area and toward the lifts. My mind was in a whirl, the flight, and the erotic sex in the car park, my still shaky knees all left me happy to be with him, but being led away from the desk really did take me by surprise. Marcus then explained that the registration had all been taken care of and that I was not to worry.

Tucking a couple of notes into the bellboy's shirt pocket Marcus dismissed him and pressed the button for the twentieth floor. I had been told that my room would be on the fourth floor, but I was now getting the idea that Marcus had some other plan in mind, especially as he reached past me and pressed the red STOP button bringing the lift to a halt.

The yellow in his eyes had spread, drilling into mine like a Cobra fixing its prey, like the X-ray eyes of Superman, holding me transfixed, burning into me as though he could see right into my brain and the unbridled passion that lay within. Without a word he pulled me toward him, his silence adding to the intrigue that I felt, but doing nothing to still the cauldron between my legs that he had once again and so easily brought to the boil.

I surrendered willingly; giving him let to do as he pleased. He owned me now, every sinew, every muscle and every nerve that was me. With our eyes locked Marcus's hands wandered over every curve with subtlety, mapping out the flowing hollows and rises, his touch gentle but so arousing. I felt his breath on my face as hot lips moved slowly forward to meet mine, softly, then increasing the pressure until with mouths open our tongues met once more to begin the tango of lust all over again, slipping, sliding, caressing and probing. Wordlessly devouring one another.

I was filled to overflowing with lust driven desire; aching for him once more, my body yearned for him, burned for him, the rush of adrenaline sweeping me on. I became reckless, wild, abandoned; I didn't care what Marcus did to me as long as he did it.

I needed him to satisfy this urgency that seethed just below the surface. Where it took us for the moment I didn't care as long as he would be the one taking me.

Tiny electric shocks seared my nerve ends; I was burning from the inside out; only he could quench this overwhelming heat that threatened to devour me.

Again he pulled up my skirt exposing my nakedness; I didn't need anyone to tell me that the lips were thick, swollen and pouting, that my well of life was bubbling over and that my clit was hard and protruding, I knew this already. My whole being had become centred on the volcano that was my cunt, where he had made me so alive.

Our lips still mashed together I almost had an instant cumm when Marcus slid his finger along the length of my slit and across my scorching clit. I groaned deeply against his mouth a sound that would have been akin to that of a wounded animal; such was the intensity that I felt.

I felt my knees beginning to buckle as he slowly pumped that finger in and out of my cauldron of fire. What I needed was to feel that magnificent cock driving hard, fast and deep inside me, making me cumm over and over until it exploded into me adding his fluid to my own.

Responding to him I spread my legs wider to enable an easier and perhaps more comfortable access, that this also gave me a deeper penetration was a huge bonus. Almost immediately I realised that a second, third and fourth finger had joined the first and were thrusting hard, filling me like never before.

Without warning Marcus fell to his knees, tucked the hem of my skirt into the waistband lifting my right leg over his left shoulder. He moved to my overflowing pussy without hesitation, spreading the lips wide and deeply inhaling my aroma, the heat from my cunt must have been like that of a blast furnace, I was so hot.

With his tongue gliding up and down my slit I wanted to let go and cumm but knew that I dare not until permission had been given. We had played games like this on-line, with me withholding my orgasm until he gave me the right to release, so dutifully I held back although it was with difficulty in the extreme.

I felt his lips close around my clit like a limpet, sucking my hard bud deep inside his mouth. I was aware that I had cried out loudly at this treatment but didn't hear myself, this was the most intense oral sex that I had ever experienced. The fact that I was still on a high from our sex in the car park must have helped also. Most men pay the clit some attention but this really was something else. Marcus suckled and bit on it as though he were a baby at his mother's teat.

Somehow I managed to string enough coherent words together to beg him to allow me to cumm now. His fingers tightened on my arse pulling me even closer and I responded by fucking his face, the tears running down my own, I was so desperate to cumm.

"Cumm for me baby," he hissed at me, his mouth filled with my streaming cunt, "cumm for me now."

I needed no second bidding, and as he sunk his teeth hard into my clit I roared, "Yes, Yess, Yesss."

I felt as though my insides were being torn out, my hands balled into little fists, one in my mouth and the other thumping the lift wall. I knew that I was screaming biting hard into my knuckles and drawing blood as the cumm poured from me like water from a tap.

As each orgasm ripped through me I convulsed as though having a fit, as though an earthquake had taken over my body, I had completely lost control, I just kept cumming and cumming, and I had gone into the biggest and most extreme multi of my life.

With tears streaming down my face I begged Marcus to stop; I was shaking so violently. My knees finally gave way and I sank to the carpeted floor, never in my life had I cumm so hard, so intensely, I whimpered like a baby. Marcus knelt on the floor with me and putting his arms around me kissed me softly all over my face, licking away the salty tears that stung the corners of my eyes. All the while holding me, caressing me, stroking my hair and whispering softly into my ear.

Gradually the tears stopped but I continued to spasm, a series of small aftershock cumm's, I couldn't help it. He had lifted me to a pinnacle of orgasmic tolerance and my body was just not used to it, all the while he kept up a flow of tender words while hugging and stroking me. Eventually I came back down to terra firma and Marcus helped me get to my feet.

Standing up now and leaning against the wall I kept my eyes lowered as I thanked him for the most wonderful orgasm of my life even though I was still trembling and the odd spasm still rolled through me.

While still thanking him he removed my blouse and my bra then put the blouse back on me leaving the top four buttons undone. Anyone walking by would be able to see my very full breasts and the still very hard nipples.

The bra he stuffed into his pocket before rolling the waistband of my skirt over and over drawing the hem to about eight inches above the top of my knees. This made it impossible for me to bend over without exposing all that I had, still wet and swollen pudenda on show, he had made me look like a real slut.

Hitting the lift button again we carried on up to the twentieth floor. I could see that he wanted as many people as possible to see me humiliated in this way, looking like a cheap tart, but to my relief no one got in.

However, when we got out a lady in all her finery threw me such a disdainful look, obviously disgusted, but responding I smiled as sweetly as I could but there was no mistaking the smug sensual look in my eyes.

While smiling I had not noticed that Marcus had dropped something on the floor until he turned to me and said, "I think you have dropped something dear."

Looking down I saw that he had taken my knickers out of his pocket dropping them at my feet, I knew without him saying that I had to pick them up. Blushing furiously I put on a brave face deciding to put on a good show for her.

Turning my back toward her I looked him in the eye, kissed his cheek and said "Thank you Sir." Then bending from the waist I showed her all that I have, knowing that my lips were still very swollen and that my wetness still smeared my thighs, he had not allowed me to wipe myself.

Hearing her derisive snort as she got into the lift and the remark under her breath that I was a disgusting tramp made me really smile. Retrieving the garment I turned to Marcus saying: "Would you put them in your pocket please my Lord, I have none in this skirt." I smiled at him, leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "is my Master pleased?"

He smiled back at me and the smile plus the light in his eyes said it all.