The Master Chef-Second Meeting

We walked to the games area and were disappointed that pool was already taken. But we looked at our options and decided darts was a good backup. "Get some quarters," my Master ordered, and he turned to the bartender for the darts. Eagerly, I grabbed some cash and went over to the change machine. I knew as I walked he would be playing again, teasing, and I was right. I grinned with each short pulse he sent me, and I glared playfully over my shoulder as I walked. He gazed back innocently.

When I reached the coin machine, he sent a long burst of vibrations, and I leaned against the machine slightly. "Ooh my God," I muttered slowly, collecting my quarters as fast as I could. Too soon, it was switched off, and I frowned as I walked back. My Master was sitting at the bar, watching me walk toward him.

"Fun walk?" he asked brightly, and I burst into giggles.

"Very." I handed him some quarters and he got the game ready. "But you can't do that when it's my turn," I warned him. He frowned but nodded. We played for about twenty minutes, slowly getting numbers off the board and cheering when I got three bulls-eyes cleared.

About halfway through the game, he buzzed me once, and I glared at him. "Not fair." I reminded him. He sat on his bar stool, grinning devilishly. Fine. I stepped up close, between his knees, and kissed him hard. His hands rested on my hips for a moment, then he pushed me away.

"Not here."

I smirked. "Embarrassed?" I asked innocently. He nearly growled, and I jumped at the flash in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to pounce.

"Wait until we get back," was all he said. Shivering eagerly, I nodded and kept playing. We each got in another turn before he put his darts on the counter. "Let's get out of here."

I hurriedly helped him return the darts and we abandoned the unfinished darts game. Walking quickly through the restaurant and out the door, he threw me his jacket and we nearly ran to the truck. I was on fire, and from how quickly he pulled out onto the road, he must have been as well.

As we drove back, I ran my hand over his lap. "Thanks for a good night, sir." He did not say anything for a long moment, and I grinned. "I wish I could return the favor now."

He glanced over, then returned his eyes on the road. "Are you asking to fellate me on the road, slave?" I smiled excitedly at the amused tone in his voice. I squeezed the bulge in his pants in response. My Master grinned, and shook his head. "I won't be able to drive if you do that."

I shrugged. "That wouldn't do. I guess we'll have to wait." I removed my hand and sat back, relaxed, in my seat as if bored. A second later, my vibrator turned on, and I cried out happily.

"You stay ready, we'll be there soon."

I did not argue. So many thoughts ran through my head, and I was just very eager to act on them. We reached the hotel in record time, despite the wet roads, and I ran ahead of him up the stairs and to his room. I thought I could get inside before he got there, but I fumbled for the key card. By the time I got it out and correctly put it in the reader, he was behind me, and he grabbed me. My Master kissed me, hard, and I nearly fell into the room as he pushed open the door.

The hotel room was different from the first. I saw the large fiery orange chair that I had been tied to earlier this evening, with a large stack of pillows on the seat. The bed had the cover pushed back, and I couldn't focus on anything else in the room. I wanted to be in that bed, right then, and when I glanced over at the man standing by the door, I could tell he was thinking the same thing.

He was watching me intently. "You should be naked." I obeyed with no hesitation. My shirt peeled and pants peeled off quickly, as did his, and soon I was pushed back on the bed. He paused and grabbed my capris. "I thought you would have soaked through these," he murmured heatedly. I blushed.

"I almost did. You teased me a lot sir." As it was, my panties were soaking wet. My Master reached down and checked for himself, making my hips buck upward to meet him. I gasped, and he laughed in amazement.

"So responsive," he repeated for the second time. I nodded and relaxed into the mattress, resting my hands above my head. This stuck my breasts out invitingly, hidden beneath gray lace. He glared at me. "Why is that still on?" I did not get to answer before he reached under me and unclasped the hooks, ripping the garment off in record time.

This seemed to please him. "Lift your hips." I did so, and he stripped me of my panties, taking my toy back, removing it slowly from me. I moaned softly, but I knew that it had to be done if I wanted something better.

But it wasn't going to happen yet. He climbed off the bed, his erection in front of him as he went to get something. He returned with his silver laptop, and he laughed at the confused look I shot him. "You need to see something." Sitting back down, he logged on and clicked on a small icon on the desktop. I frowned. A video popped up, and I recognized it as the hotel room. He didn't...

My Master appeared on screen in a white towel. The on screen door opened and revealed me, blindfolded, waiting nervously. I blushed scarlet. He video taped this! I wanted to be angry, but I was so...turned on instead. What? I could not look away as the man on screen pushed my double into the door, holding me in place just like before. It was like I was reliving the earlier scene, and it was very, very arousing.

Slowly, my Master put the laptop on the mattress, gazing at me. "Watch yourself," he stated quietly. I waited too long, and he slapped between my legs, making me jump in surprise. "Watch." I turned my attention to the screen and gasped as he pushed me onto my back again. He moved onto the bed, on his knees, and guided my legs over his shoulders. Without another word, he was inside me, and I squeezed my eyes shut happily.

"Oh!"

My Master wasted no time. "Keep your eyes open." He thrusted in me quickly, making me moan all over again each time. I was so wet, there was no pain at all, only pleasure, and I wanted more. I tried to do as he said, but it was very difficult. My double onscreen was tied up now, revealing every naughty view to me. The sight made me pulse excitedly.

"Oh sir, please! Don't stop!" I grabbed at his thighs and just let him move over me.

He slowed down, concentration written over his smooth face. He leaned over, letting my legs move to his waist instead, and rolled me over in a quick movement that put me on top. I gasped and laughed. "Keep going," he urged, and I did. I rolled my hips and started moving again. I pressed one palm on his chest and another the bed beside his head, trying to balance myself. We both kept watching our unscripted performance from earlier.

As I rocked back and forth, I felt that coiling feeling in my belly. "Ooh yeees, pleease..." I panted. I leaned down and kissed him, letting my hands move to his hair and weave themselves in the dark locks. His hair was so soft, and I pulled slightly, enjoying my moment. In an instant it crashed around me, making my ears ring and I came. "Oh God!"

He had one hand on my waist and the other arm thrown over my lower back, keeping me pinned to him. We moved quickly, neither person wanting to stop. I wanted him there, so badly, and I was shaking with the effort to keep going. Everything was hot and it took a lot of focus to keep bouncing on his cock. "Fuck!" I groaned, tugging at his hair again. I managed to open my eyes and watch him, helping me move together.

"Pull my hair, please!" I felt him reach up for my long, now messy ponytail and his fingers tangled in my own locks. Instead of pulling hard, he used his hold to pull me back down for another kiss. I moaned into him, tasting and exploring and trying to keep up with his body.

The video kept playing in the background, adding its own sound to our incoherent moans and bouncing mattress. I was captivated, and I groaned with each thrust he gave.

Another minute of this, and we both had to slow down. I was ready to burst again--he knew how to use his body so I got worked up quickly! His cock was hitting deep inside me, hitting just the right spots to make me groan. Now, he was moving slowly, enough to keep my heart beating quickly but slow enough to prevent me from reaching the edge.

"You tease..." I muttered to his amusement. My Master only chuckled and sat me up, making me enjoy an even deeper sensation. His hand reached between my legs, rubbing me softly, and I moaned again. "Sir...please, I want you there."

He kept going, watching me. "What do you want?" He rubbed faster, his own thrusts matching our increasing pace.

I groaned loudly. "Please, come in me." He seemed surprised, but he groaned also.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded quickly, aware of the tightening fingers in my hair. "Yes, please, I...I don't mind. I just...need you please!" My words were broken up as my orgasm rose. "Please!"

It was all he needed. Moving both hands to my waist, he helped me move quickly. I was there, too far gone to worry about anything else. I felt him inside, massaging and pumping so fast! "Yes!" I heard him gasp through clenched teeth, and he pumped a few more times, slowing down.

I let myself tease for a moment, slowly rolling my hips over him without stopping. "Thank you sir." He groaned again and kept me still. I giggled.

Opening one eye, he smiled. "You're welcome." He held me to his chest for a few minutes, and we just watched what was left of the video he had taken. I was surprised at how good I looked on camera. It was weird seeing myself tied down, being spanked and teased and fucked. But it was thrilling too.

"It will be deleted before you leave tomorrow," he interrupted my thoughts. I gazed back at him.

"Why?"

He glared at me disapprovingly. "You know exactly why." And I did. Neither one of us could have kept that video. I nodded quietly, and he softened. "Tomorrow. We can watch it again until then."

I smiled. "Fine." I played with his hair again, still with him seated deep inside me. "Did you...you know..." I couldn't ask it again. It was hard to say come, even though it had been said so easily a moment ago.

He nodded sleepily. "I'm surprised you didn't feel it. There was a lot there to give you." I blushed again. "Then again, you were very wet. You probably just didn't notice a difference." I laughed and kissed him, nodding in agreement.

"You did a very good job sir." I rolled my hips again, and lifted myself off of him with a whimper. I needed to clean up, however, so I reluctantly scooted off the bed and into the small bathroom. "Thank you."

When I returned, we both lay down exhausted. My skin was sticky with sweat, as was his, and I was pleased that I finally felt sated after his hours of teasing me. After a little talking, we finally drifted off to sleep.

~*~*~

I snapped awake, groggy. I had heard movement, and looking over, saw that he was no longer in bed. "Sir?" I called quietly. No reply. I frowned. I must have woken up at some point, because I now had on new panties and my tank top. I stretched slowly, then shivered in the room's cool air.

I heard a click, and the bathroom door opened, revealing my Master. I watched his dark form move toward me in the shadows of the room, and I squinted over at the clock. 5:40 AM. "Are you okay?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

He nodded. "Turn over." Surprised, I did so, laying down on my stomach. Behind me, I could feel the bed dip as he climbed on, pinning me beneath him. My blood boiled hot as I realized what he wanted.

"Sir..." I started, but he stopped me. Reaching between my legs, he pulled my panties aside and fingered me, making me gasp. I was wet and ready, and he wasted no time. Slowly, my Master slid inside me, filling me all the way up. I groaned weakly. Not even fully awake yet, but this felt so good!

He moved his hips, slowly gaining momentum. I squeezed my eyes shut, panting into the mattress. His legs were straddling mine, making it a tighter fit inside. This made us both moan at the effort, and even at our medium pace I knew I was not going to last long. I cried out softly. "Yes, sir, yes!" I chanted quietly.

My panties were trying to slip back into place, and I held them out of the way for him to pump into me faster. I was shaking now, my attempt to be quiet failing as my voice just got louder and more strained. "A-ah yess!"

I burst. I convulsed under my Master, unable to control myself. He slowed down, and I forced my eyes open. Looking over my shoulder, I frowned in confusion. "Wh-what's wrong sir?"

He leaned down and kissed my neck, then my lips. "That was for you." He pulled out and rolled off of me, onto his side of the bed. I frowned again.

"Don't you want to finish?"

He nodded, eyes closed again. "Later. I wanted a little piece right now." He lay there, motionless, for a long moment. Really? I blinked the rest of the sleep from my eyes and gazed down. He was still standing straight up!

Hm. I got up on my knees slowly, watching his face carefully. When there was nothing, I slowly moved toward my favorite toy. I opened my mouth wide and took him inside, sucking slowly. I felt his body jerk underneath me and I had to suppress a giggle. My hands joined in, actually useful this time, and I began to work him harder. I enjoyed tasting myself on him, almost tangy and sweet at the same time.

"If you do this now, you might not have a chance for fun later," he murmured from his spot. I glanced up at his face, not stopping my ministrations. He was watching me with lidded eyes, a small smile on his tired face.

I shrugged my shoulders teasingly and bobbed down deeper. My hand helped me keep up the pace with what I could not fit in my mouth. He tasted so good! I moaned onto his cock, sending a shiver right through him. It made me feel powerful...I was doing this to my Master, and he liked it.

I felt a tap on my left outer thigh, and I gazed over. He grinned. "That's a good idea though. Get over here." He tugged on my leg and I realized what he wanted to do. With a quiet pop, I released him.

"Are you sure?" I teased. My Master nearly growled in reply, spanking me, and I moved quickly, giggling. Slowly, I shrugged out of my panties, dropping them on the floor. I threw my leg over one side of his face and let myself line up with his own mouth. He had done this for almost an hour that first meeting, and I had melted in his hands.

I felt his hands run up my thighs and over my waist, holding me still. I returned my attention to his cock, licking the head slowly and popping back down. I moaned when he did the same, flicking his tongue against me and starting to lick and suck me. It was divine, and I wanted to just stop my part and lay there. But I was eager to do my job too.

We both lay there, going down on each other for what seemed like forever. It was a lot harder to focus on my end, I thought, from the way I kept trying to jerk away. He never let me escape, but had his arms around my waist, keeping me still. I moaned over him, enjoying his very talented tongue. Some people had a gift...he definitely had this one.

Soon I couldn't bear it any longer. "Please, sir!" I whimpered, lifting my head off his tantalizing cock. "Please just fuck me." Oh my God, did I just say that? He laughed below and the sensation made me rock my hips. "Please!"

Finally he released me, and I nearly jumped up. His mouth was turned in a devilish grin, and his lips were covered by me. "Kiss me." I jumped on top of him and did just so, helping clean up his face. I was so turned on, and I wanted him, now.

Slowly, my Master sat up. "Where is your toy?" He asked playfully, and I frowned. I had no idea, but I didn't want the toy right now. I wanted him.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. He reached over on the bedside table and grabbed the small black remote. Damn, I should have taken that last night.

"Then we'll find it." He switched it on and the blue light appeared. A faint buzzing sound was heard, and I reluctantly got up and started to look for it. I found it on the bathroom counter, having cleaned it last night. "Bring it here," he called. I did, and he ordered me to lay down.

I did so, crossing my arms petulantly. I wanted him, not the toy. But he only clicked his tongue at me and pressed the little black vibrator into me. It went easily, filling a good part of me, and I couldn't hide the little moan that escaped. He laughed.

"I should have made you wear this last night." He flicked on the remote and I jumped at the initial shock. I knew the vibrations, and I knew he pressed it, but it was still surprising when it actually happened. I thought about how that would have been...if I had to wear the toy all night to bed, for him to play with and turn on whenever he felt like it. I flushed deeply. Maybe that would have been fun.

He turned it off, and I groaned. "Are you hungry?" He asked randomly. Like last night, I did not think of food at his question. But I nodded anyway. Breakfast sounded like a good idea, now that it was...I glanced at the clock. Nearly 7. We were up early.

"Then you need to shower." He got off the bed and headed over to his suitcase. I sat up, a little uncomfortably, and just watched him. He was gathering clothes for the day, and I just watched him. "It was not a suggestion. Go shower."

I stuck out my tongue at his turned back and climbed off the soft mattress. "Fine." I headed to the bathroom, switched on the water, and finished undressing from my tank top. I stepped into the warm water, enjoying its soft spray as I turned. I didn't have any real shampoo, just bar soap, but I made the most out of it.

The vibrator pulsed, and I gasped loudly. "Ah!" The toy must be losing battery life, because it pulsed differently than last night. But the different pattern made it better almost, and I nearly came right then. Too soon, it was turned off. "Ooooh, shit," I groaned, disappointed. I leaned against the wall, and it buzzed on again.

Suddenly the shower curtain ripped open, and I gazed over my shoulder. My long wet hair clung to my back and face, and I saw him standing there, his phone pointed at me just like last night. He was getting adventuresome, filming me. I just groaned at him.

"Enjoying your shower?" I nodded slowly, closing my eyes on a particularly pleasant vibration.

"Yes, sir!" I gasped. "Sir, I'm there...please don't turn it off." I opened my eyes to see him grinning, nodding at me to continue. I did not even care to blush. I just moaned softly and closed my eyes again, letting the water on my back and vibrations inside work together to push me over. I shivered from the small orgasm, and grabbed the small bar in the wall for support.

He laughed when I was done. "Very nice. Hurry up, I need a shower too." Then he disappeared. I rushed through the rest of my shower, wanting to be ready quickly. We switched spots and I threw on new clothes from my bag. Still needed my capris and tank top, but I opted for my purple jacket instead of another shirt over the white tank.

By the time he was out, I had my hair brushed and out of my face, and was sitting in the comfy armchair that I had been prisoner to last night. I grinned at him. "I'm ready."

My Master grinned back. "I see that." He gazed down at the ties still attached to the chair. "I should tie you back up while I get ready." I flushed, and he chuckled. "Maybe next time."

I nodded slowly. "I enjoy being tied up." He seemed amused by my admission. In a quick two minutes he was dressed, key card in hand, and we were out the door. It took a moment for the elevator to arrive, during which my Master teased me with the little remote. I was shivering by the vibrator and the cold air, and by the time we actually got to the lobby, I was ready to sit back down.