The Master Chef - Bad Santa

Master seized my bouncing chest as I fucked faster, twisting my nipples harder than ever. "Oww!" I yelped, but I thrust my chest out further, giving him better access. He teased and punished my pinked breasts, reveling in my constant string of moans as a result.

I came one more time, loudly as he pulled on my tie. I doubled over onto his chest, panting hard. Master turned me to face him, closing the space between us for a kiss. Soft fabric tickled my forehead, and I pulled away, giggling. "Master?"

He laughed and yanked my blindfold down. I blinked, smiling down at his handsome face. His soft brown hair was hidden by a large Santa's hat, with small LED lights flashing festively with red and green. "Ho ho ho!" he mustered, and I broke into giggles.

"Thank you Santa," I cooed, running my fingers along the soft white brim of his hat. I pushed the fuzzy hat off his forehead and kissed his brow lightly. "I'm loving my presents." I lifted my hips and slammed back down, making us both sigh out loud.

My festive Master grinned wider, squeezing my ass as I rode faster. "Then maybe you'll give me one." I nodded, waiting for his request. He spanked me lightly, licking his lips. "Let me have your ass..."

I laughed at the earnest look in his eyes. "Only if you'll come in me there." He seemed surprised but nodded. We had only tried my back entrance once, after using my toy first. Even then, it was difficult, and we only lasted about a minute before moving on. I was determined to give it another shot.

"Let me get something first." I waited for permission to leave, offering a long kiss as I slowly pulled away. Ignoring my tingling legs, I hurried through the hotel. The grand place definitely needed to be explored later, but for now, I had one goal in mind...finding my bag. I finally found it by the door and searched through the front pocket quickly, grabbing a small bottle.

I practically ran back through the double doors into the bedroom. Master was waiting, arms crossed behind him. I jumped back on the enormous mattress, excitedly showing my find. "Now," I teased, reaching down and giving his excited member a lick, "...we can get started on your present."

I gently squeezed the bottle, letting the cool liquid coat my fingers. The scent of strawberries made me lick my lips as I slowly moved my slick hand to his cock, stroking slowly. I paused at his middle, thinking about its width. I glanced back up, suddenly nervous. "I'll have to go slow..."

He reached up and slid his hand around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. "Take your time," he murmured finally, and I blushed. A little more of the sticky liquid for myself and I hovered above. Master kept his hands on my thighs, stroking softly as I lined myself above him. I rested my palms on his chest, taking a slow, deep breath.

His cock twitched as I pressed my ass down, and slowly he slid in. I froze, squeezing my eyes shut. I felt an uncomfortable pressure as he stretched my asshole around him, like a custom-made glove. I was not opposed to the feeling, as Master's toy slowly grew on me, but our last attempt a few months ago had not been long. I wanted to please him, to make him feel as good as I did with him. And I wanted him deep in me, everywhere.

Slowly, I licked my lips and pushed down another inch. Master slid inside easily enough, though the tightness was causing friction. "Siiiir," I moaned, pausing again. He didn't seem to mind my slip up. Large fingers glided over my thighs and up to my hips.

"A little further, Slave." I lifted my eyes to see him staring back, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Slowly."

I nodded, then pushed again. The head of his shaft was completely inside me; it was the challenging part now. "It hurts," I whimpered. His middle pressed against my asshole, teasing me with its width. Master reached for the lube and handed it back, telling me to use as much as I needed. When I was ready, I sat back on him, hesitating again at the wider part.

He nodded again, encouraging me quietly. Taking a deep breath, I pushed again, wincing against the pressure. Finally, my little hole stretched over him completely, sheathing him deep inside me. We both moaned loudly, unable to hold it back.

After a long moment, I managed to open my eyes, checking for Master's reaction. He wore the same focused look, though it was clear he was enjoying this. "Are you okay?" I mustered, trying to calm my nerves. He managed a tense smile.

"You are so tight," he murmured, and I felt him pulse within me. I relaxed a little, starting to enjoy him inside. "When you're ready," he coaxed.

I guided his hands to my hips, already trembling. Slowly, I rose back up, gasping as his middle massaged me inside. I reached the tip and, with a quick breath, sank back down. Again, we both made a sound, and his hands tightened on my hips. I repeated the move, up and down, and felt a new tingle. The uncomfortable pain subsided, and now it was bearable, even pleasurable.

Satisfied, I removed my hands from his and pressed against my lover's chest, picking up the pace. Although the same pleasure points were not there, this position did have its perks. I could feel Master slide deep inside, much tighter than I could in my pussy. Every twitch he made, I could distinguish away from the thrusts he made.

Master helped me speed up, encouraging me with his hands as I moaned along. I chanted his name as I felt that twinge of pleasure grow. "Oh yes!" I whimpered, rocking harder. I squeezed around him, making him groan too. "Master, please!"

I adjusted myself so I was leaning back, my hands on his legs as I continued to take him deeper into my ass. Master watched me get closer with every thrust. "Keep going," he urged, moving his hand down to rub my clit. "What do you think?"

I gasped at the new stimulation. "It's different...but so good. Don't stop!" I rolled my hips, exploring our new position. I was so close now, and my body pulsed quickly in anticipation. The man groaned with every contraction, his fingers now digging into my flesh.

Finally I could take no more. "Master!" I yelped, trembling harder. I shuddered around him as I came, much to my surprise. It was so different from my normal orgasms, seemingly overwhelming my nerves almost from the outside in. I kept moving, crying out his name as he pounded up into me.

I could tell from his face that he was not far off either. Still shaking, I leaned forward until I was nearly laying on his chest, my hands on either side of his face. "I want to feel you inside," I begged, feeling a smaller wave hit me. I closed the gap between us, kissing him fiercely as he guided my movements.

Master through his arms around my waist, keeping me pinned to him. I coaxed him on, lacing my fingers through his hair, Santa hat discarded. His hips were frantic against my rear, and soon he groaned into our kiss, pumping deep inside as he came. I jerked away from his lips...I could feel him tightening up inside and his semen filling me.

When he slowed down, I started laughing uncontrollably. "I felt you. Oh my God I felt it!" I kissed him again, my smile so wide my cheeks hurt. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

The handsome man just squeezed me tightly, laughing at my enthusiasm. "Mmm you're welcome. And thank you." I rested on his chest, listening to his heart pound inside as our last few tremors passed. "Now...how are we going to clean you up?"

It took some maneuvering, but we finally made it to the edge of the bed, where he scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom just off to the side. I giggled the whole way, partly from embarrassment and partly from ecstasy still rolling through me. After a brief shower, Master threw me a towel. "Hurry and I'll show you the rest," he winked, and I grinned back.

Shortly after, I came back out into the bedroom. A giant bed sat prominently in the room, with a narrow armchair and raised desk to the right of the double doors. I scooped up my clothes and headed to the main room. The place was huge, with a small kitchen and island on one side and a living room on the other, complete with a fireplace. A leather love seat and tall upholstered chair filled the room, along with a small round table by the door. I walked slowly, taking my time to explore the place.

"Upstairs," I heard Master call, and I giggled. I threw my clothes into my abandoned backpack and climbed the carpeted stairs, the rough fibers tickling my bare feet. Upstairs was even better, with a lofted bedroom and large bathroom to the left. I looked around the spacious room with wide eyes.

"This place is amazing," I breathed, dropping my bag against a tall dresser. The bed sat under the loft wall, looking directly down into the sitting room below. A double sink sat in a large countertop, complete with an expansive mirror and vanity bench.

Arms circled around me, making me giggle. "Glad you like it." A warm kiss tickled my neck as he guided me back to the bedroom. "We'll sleep up here tonight." I nodded in agreement...it was beautiful upstairs. "For now, though..." I suddenly felt his arms under mine, and I was practically thrown onto the white quilt. "We have some time before dinner."

I managed to keep my towel around me as I rolled over, laughing. "Oh really? Didn't I just satisfy you enough, Master?" I scooted back to the headboard, clutching the terry cloth to my chest. The man's brown eyes twinkled as he crawled after me.

"There's always time for more." He grabbed my ankles and yanked, forcing me onto my back. I squealed as he parted my legs, hiking my towel higher up my thighs. Master grinned at my reddened face as he ran a hand along my crotch. "Are you sure we should stop?"

I bit my lip as he explored, feeling the smooth skin of my freshly shaved pussy. "No..." He flicked my clit, and I groaned. The bed shifted beneath us both as he moved lower, and soon his hot mouth was on me again. I lifted my hips to help, encouraging his tongue to explore me completely.

Master examined me dutifully, licking and sucking on my skin until I squirmed on the mattress. His hands wrapped around my thighs, keeping me still through his ministrations. I could only gasp and mewl through each light touch, and nearly grind myself on his face to try to get more.

I dropped my head to the bed when his tongue curled up inside me, licking me in a long stroke. It was all I could do not to scream his name as the pressure built, so I tangled my fingers in his feathery hair instead.

My moans grew louder as he pulled me closer, returning his attention to my clit. Finally I could take no more, and I tried to twist out of his grip. "Please, get in me," I begged, tugging on his shoulders. I was so wet I could feel my excitement soak into my towel. "Please!"

Master gave one last kiss below then slid up to meet me. I shoved him over, laughing as he easily rolled to the side. Dropping my covering, I mounted his strong thighs and grabbed his cock in my hand. In a quick motion I pressed him to my pussy and impaled myself. I wasted no time as I lifted myself again, and again onto him, sending myself sprinting toward release.

I cried out as the first waves of pleasure shot through me. "There!" I gasped, riding wildly. Master guided my hips faster, and I fell on his chest as he pushed me over the edge. "Oh God!" My lips fastened to his and muted my receding cries.

A hand moved up to my hair, brushing it away from our faces as I slowed to a stop. I giggled against his lips, then gasped as the soft fingers quickly grabbed a fistful of my locks. "We aren't done," my lover murmured playfully, and he pushed upward into me again. His other hand moved to my ass, a spank landing across my soft cheeks.

I jerked but rolled my hips nonetheless, staying across his broad chest. "Do that again?" I asked, kissing his neck. Master relented, and another spanking made me tighten around him.

Suddenly, he sat up to meet me, throwing his arms around my waist. "Over here." He neatly carried me across the bed, making me squeal and hold on tight. Finally he dropped me onto my back at the foot of the grand mattress, my head hanging over the edge. In a second he was back inside my pussy, making me cry out in surprise.

As his strokes continued, I felt myself slide further off the bed. I braced my hands against the floor, gasping as each thrust drove me closer to the brink. Master was leaning off the bed too, following me to brace one hand against the carpet as the other supported my back.

The strangeness of our new position made me giggle between moans, and I threw my legs around his hips to stay connected. "You...are so...weird!" I panted, ending with a sharp gasp as he shoved deeper inside me. I was close to falling completely off the bed, with my lower body barely still pinned by his own form. Finally he reached down and yanked me back up, tossing me back into the middle of the bed.

"Worth the attempt," Master shrugged, and I jumped back on him.

I lost track of the long minutes we spent together, with him nipping and pinching my arms and chest or rewarding me with more light spankings. I also lost track of how many times he pushed me over...I always forgot to count, but he always thoroughly kept me distracted.

Finally, he allowed me to give my muscles a rest. I pulled off him reluctantly and curled up to his side, enjoying his arm around my shoulders. "You spoil me," I muttered. My fingers laced with his lazily. Beside me, I felt him shrug, a bemused smile gracing his lips.

"I suppose."

I propped myself up on one arm and gazed down at him. "And you're insatiable." He shrugged again, making me giggle. I flopped back beside him, throwing an arm around his chest. "I don't think I can keep up with you sometimes."

Master snorted. "Tragic." His fingers began moving again, trailing over my hypersensitive skin. Each light path he traced sent shivers up my spine. "Get back up here." I laughed as he pulled me astride him again, helping me sheath himself in me. In minutes I was chanting his name, begging for more.

"You...are...cheating," I stammered, using my hands against his body for support. He responded with a quick tweak of my nipple, sending ripples of delight along my nerves. His hand soon delved lower, and I arched back, allowing access. "I can't...oh God please..."

His attention to my clit finished me, and I erupted for the umpteenth time. "Master!" I felt myself pooling on top of him, soaking him in my arousal. As I caught my breath, his hips started rotating again, and I moaned. "Please, wait." The man paused. "I need to rest...you are wearing me out."

Master lifted a brow at me, thinking it over. "Go get your toy," he finally gave in, helping me slide free. I thanked him and crawled to the edge of the bed, stretching for my bag. Try as I might, I could not find the little pink vibrator. "It's downstairs," he reminded me with a light pat on my rear. I struggled to walk down the stairs, but I returned in a moment with the toy and box in hand.

The man watched patiently as I crawled back to his side. "So, how does it work?" He took the little remote from my hand and examined it carefully. I grabbed the small booklet and scanned the text.

"Lots of ways. We push these buttons," I demonstrated on the toy, then for him on the remote, "...to turn it on. Then there are different ways to play." Both objects buzzed quietly as I explained. "This one, you tilt the remote. When it's flat, like you're holding it now, it's very gentle. Turn it this way," I guided his wrist until the round remote was vertical, "...and it's stronger."

Master played with the remote, letting the pulsations rise and fall repeatedly. "Nice."

I giggled, then kept reading. "Okay, now we press the remote again for 'mode two.' This one is all up to you." He raised an eyebrow dubiously, and I grinned. "This one makes the toy do everything you do."

I traded with him, taking the remote. "I can shake it fast, or spin it in circles, and it will do that to me." His eyes and smile widened with each movement I made, feeling it mirrored in my toy. "There are other settings, but those are the two you control. The others are just patterns..." Immediately he was sitting up, enthusiasm clear on his face.

"Switch." As soon as the remote was in his hand, I was flipped onto my back again, my legs parted to accept my pink toy. It slid inside easily, not difficult after my last few orgasms, and I pulsed slightly around the small object. It was nowhere near the size of my Master, but it was nice regardless.

Suddenly, it came to life, gently vibrating. I shifted on the bed to watch Master work, trying to hold in my gasp. The round remote sat in his palm as he drew an imaginary circle in the air. My toy replicated the action just as easily, and I fell back with a sigh.

Master looked pleased. Eyes shining wickedly, he shook the toy, slowly building up to a rapid pulse. My toy responded, vibrating faster as he did. I squirmed again, pouting as he stilled the remote just as suddenly. The pulsing died, and I was left without any stimulation. "Fucking tease," I muttered, sticking out my tongue.

Grinning, Master lay down beside me. "And if I do this..." Raising his hands above him, he tossed the remote in the air. I whimpered as the toy danced alive, the vibrations wavering in a torturous manner. The pulsing halted once the remote landed safely in his hand. He repeated the toss, snickering as I twitched.

Finally I sat up, brushing my hair back forcefully. "You're done." I expelled the tiny vibrator, leaving it pulsing on the bed until I managed to wrestle the remote away from him as well. As I turned each off, I felt his hands back on me.

"Does that mean you're ready for more?" I nodded, blushing, and my lover pinned me to the sheets, kissing me quickly. He raised my slender legs onto his shoulders and lined himself up, teasing me. "Say it."

I mewled piteously, trying to pull his hips toward me but he would not budge. "Please Master, fuck me!" Instantly he slammed inside, making me cry out. His body pushed against me, bringing my legs closer to my chest and tightening me around him. I could feel him slide deeper, massaging me roughly.

I struggled to keep my eyes open. My hands braced against his thighs, warning him if he struck too deep inside. Every stroke made me moan, and as they got faster I nearly dug into his skin with my nails. "Right there, God yes!" His unusual roughness was rushing me to the top, and I knew it would be a strong fall. "Oh please may I..."

Master squeezed my legs as he pumped harder, his own breathing becoming erratic. "Come, Slave, on your Master's cock." His hips hit mine with a resounding smack as he pounded into my body. I arched my back off the bed as I obeyed, letting my senses overwhelm me and make my whole body tingle.

As I panted, riding through my orgasm, Master groaned. "You want to see me come, Slave?" Surprised, I nodded, and my legs were lowered back around his waist without missing a beat. His lips crushed against mine, tasting me and mixing moans together as he rose to his own climax. I lifted my arms to twist with his, but he pinned them down effortlessly at my shoulders. "You want me to come on you, you little slut?"

My eyes widened, but I nodded again, basking in the waves of pleasure rushing over me. "Please!" The man's thrusts hit me like a hammer, until he could no longer hold back. Releasing my hands, he pulled his cock out and hovered over my stomach, a strained look on his handsome features. With a few quick strokes of his hand, he pulsed, his creamy release coating my belly.

I watched in awe as his cock twitched, the last remaining spurts landing on my in a hot mess. When he finally stopped, Master braced his arms on either side of me like a frame. He rested his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged. "That was...incredible," I sighed blissfully, lacing my fingers behind his neck. I gazed between us, fascinated with the glistening liquid on my stomach.