The Master Chef - Bad Santa

He chuckled wearily, meeting me for a soft kiss. "I'm glad." He stroked my arm gently, a small smile forming. "Was that the first time you saw that?" I understood what he meant, and I nodded again.

"First man I've seen come, yes. First man to come on me, yes." I smiled coyly, batting my eyes. "Did my Master enjoy it?" I ran my finger down my belly, then licked his semen off my finger. I missed that salty taste...

Groaning, the man kissed my cheek, then rolled away. "Tragic. And yes, I did." He helped me sit up carefully, keeping the rest of the evidence on my stomach. "Let's get you cleaned up, and we'll go to dinner." Beaming, I accepted his offer, and I followed him quickly to the showers for a quick rinse.

~*~*~

We took a break from our physical activities for food and some quick shopping, and when we returned to the hotel I was feeling replenished. Master left me with the bag of food as he went to the main building, leaving me alone. I took care of the items quickly and shed off my coat and boots.

A knock broke through my thoughts, and I quickly answered the door. Master pushed through, a smile on his chilled face. "Fire time." He kissed me briefly and moved to the living room to start, leaving me giggling as I latched the door.

Soon, the sound of a crackling fire grew, the rich wood scent making the whole room smell like Christmas. The man turned back to me, waving me over. "It'll be warm in no time." I nodded, brushing my hair back.

"Cozy," I noted happily. Master pulled me to the ground, murmuring in agreement as he stole another kiss.

"Why don't you get out your game?" He suggested, finally breaking away. I licked my lips, trying to think. Oh yeah...my friends had given me a couples game, Fifty Days of Play, for graduation, and I had told Master about it. It would be fun to see his reactions.

I stumbled to my feet and searched upstairs for the box. When I returned, Master was sitting back up on the couch. We looked at the instructions together, and opened the box to reveal five levels of cards, from virginal white to seductive black. I blushed lightly, biting my lip. I didn't know how dark these would get, but hopefully I could handle them.

We took turns rolling the die, but he got the darker color. Reluctantly, I gave him the die and watched him toss it to the carpet. Virginal white. Relieved, I handed him the box and watched as he carefully fished out a matching envelope. His brown eyes scanned the directions quickly, a smile growing.

Finally, he put the note back, grinning at me. "Pick a number between one and a hundred." He sat up nonchalantly, watching me blink in surprise.

"Um...seven?"

He nodded and looked down at my body. "Strip, and put on your blindfold."

My curiosity got the better of me. "What did the card say?" Master chuckled, shaking his head as he repeated his direction. Slowly, I slid my pants off my legs and cast them aside. My sweater followed, leaving me in just my underwear and socks. I hesitated again. "Will you tell me now?"

Master smirked, eyes twinkling mischievously. "I get to kiss you seven times." I blinked again. Oh...that didn't sound bad. I started to say so when he held up his finger, stopping me. "Wherever I choose." He pointed again at my underwear. "I want you naked, on your stomach, legs spread."

I felt color rush across my cheeks. "Wherever..." My eyes widened as I saw him smile wider. "Not my ass..." Master looked like the Cheshire cat, and I whimpered nervously. "I don't want you to kiss me there."

He shrugged, holding up the sheathed card. "You wanted to play. Lay down." He watched me finish undressing, stopping me when I reached for my tall socks. "Keep those on. Don't forget the blindfold." I took the strip of cloth and, with another pleading look, tied it on.

Once darkness took over, I heard Master move to the floor behind me. "Lay down," he repeated softly, and I complied, my body pressing against the rough carpet. I pulled my arms up by my face, waiting for his next move. I tried not to gasp as he positioned me correctly, carefully spreading my legs so that my rear was exposed to him.

"Your asshole's mine," I heard him murmur gleefully, and his hands rested on my cheeks, squeezing lightly. A long moment passed, with my nerves rising in anticipation. It was strange when he first went down on me there, and I didn't want him to repeat that experience. But it was his card, so I tensely waited for his move.

When it came, I squealed in surprise. His lips brushed against the back of my knee, no where near my suspected target. His lips were soft, but the simple contact felt like sparks bursting across my sensitive skin. "Mmm," I breathed, melting into the carpet. I could feel Master's lips twist into a smile at my reaction, and he repeated the second kiss behind my other knee.

I shook excitedly as he trailed higher, planting his hot lips on the small dip in my back. He hovered over me, the rough material of his jeans brushing against my legs and his tee tickling my back as he moved for his fourth kiss. I arched against the unseen man as he kissed my neck, hot breath making me squirm beneath him. He nibbled on my left ear, then my right, eliciting another quiet gasp from me.

Finally, I felt his fingers on my chin, turning me toward him. Master captured my lips with his in a long kiss, and I groaned again, shivering. I was nearly panting when he finally pulled away, leaving me in a puddle of nerves on the carpet. "Wow..." I gasped, licking my lips.

I pushed myself up carefully and peeled off the blindfold. Master was back on the couch, his face lit with a triumphant grin. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I shook my head, blushing as he stretched out on the cushions. "You get so worked up," he teased.

"That wasn't fair..." I muttered, but I had to smile back. I had to admit, it was much better than I expected. Sticking out my tongue, I reached back for my shirt and slid it on, ignoring my bra. Master pouted as I slid my panties back on as well, but nodded over at the game box. My turn.

We played for another ten minutes, reading the cards aloud and teasing each other. Most of the cards we placed back, having no way to complete them at a hotel or, to my amusement, had already been done during one of Master's scenes before (and pushing the limits much farther, I noticed). For a game of Fifty Shades, we had already played with some darker shades ourselves.

Finally, we settled for watching television, me curled between Master's legs as he lay splayed on the couch. As he flipped through the channels, I couldn't stop my thoughts from lingering...as silly as some of the cards were, they did put me in a playful mood.

I shifted in his lap until I was laying on his chest, facing him. Master pretended to ignore me for a minute, but soon he met my gaze. "What, Slave?" He did a good job playing indifferent, but I could see the corners of his mouth turn slightly. Wordlessly, I stretched up higher and kissed him, teasing him with my tongue.

When we finally broke apart, he was openly grinning. "Hmm, interesting." He folded his arms behind his head, watching as I sat up above his hips. "What are you going to do about that?"

Smirking, I grabbed his belt and quickly undid it, pushing the buckle aside. His jeans were undone just as quickly, and I jumped up to help him pull them off. His black briefs followed his pants to the floor, as well as my panties, and all that remained was his gorgeous length against his stomach.

I licked my lips and crawled back on top of my Master, straddling him as best as I could with the couch in the way. I guided his cock inside and, after a moment of work, slid onto him completely. "No more waiting," I moaned softly. Resting my hands on his shirt, I rolled against him, gaining momentum.

Master's hands reflexively rose to my waist and I rode faster. I was nearly bouncing on top of him, crying out as he sheathed himself in me deeper on every downward slide. "Fuck..." I squeezed my eyes shut. His fingers skated up my sides and to my tits, palming them tightly.

His attention to my nipples through my shirt made me arch above him, groaning louder. I was ready to fall over the edge, and I pushed my chest further into his hold. "Please," I sighed, sinking onto him as fast as I could. Master complied, stripping me and teasing my tips between his fingers.

The tremors of pleasure started low, spreading through me like wildfire. I rode through it, my fingers curling into his shirt. "Yes! Oh God!" I leaned over him and stole his lips, whimpering as the last bit hit me. My lover's arms wrapped around me, letting me rest.

After a minute, I finally pulled away. "Not...done..." My fingers reached for his hemline and dragged the fabric over his head, tearing his shirt away. Master chuckled at my enthusiasm as I took another kiss, and my hips rocked again. "Help me," I muttered through my kiss, and his hands instantly locked onto my waist. He guided me to a second orgasm, and nearly a third before he pushed me up, forcing me to sit still.

"Upstairs," he ordered, and I grinned. I slid off him and quickly took a taste, drawing his stiff member in my mouth and releasing with a quiet pop. Master groaned and I danced away, giggling as I ran for the stairs.

I made it up three steps before his arm was around my waist, pulling me back. "On your knees," he murmured, lips hot against my neck as he guided me down. I obeyed, resting on my hands and knees on the carpeted stairs. Master shoved my legs apart and I laughed, shaking my ass lightly. My heart was pounding in excitement.

Master slammed back inside me, making me yelp happily. "Please..." I gasped, and he shoved deeper inside. Every thrust pushed me further on the stairs, the carpet rubbing my knees uncomfortably. I didn't care, I pushed back to meet the man's hips, moaning his name as he drove me closer to the edge.

Master pulled my hips toward him, his thrusts slow but hard. "Get upstairs," he nearly growled, finally pulling out completely. I nodded and grabbed the railing to help me walk on my jellied legs. I barely made it to the top before he grabbed me and tossed me onto the mattress.

I squeaked between laughter. "Hey!" He climbed after me and met my lips, turning my laughs into moans. Without breaking away, Master pushed me down to the bed and filled the space between my legs. I grabbed his shoulders as he slid inside. "Mmm!" I pulled him closer and held on tight.

The man filled me faster, making me squirm beneath him as he moved his lips over my neck and ear. "You like teasing, Slave?" I cried out as he nibbled on my earlobe. "Come, Slave. Come for your Master."

My grip around him tightened as he rolled his hips against mine, his pelvis rubbing softly against my clit. "Oooh shit!" A small wave hit me, leaving me trembling against his warm body. When I was done, I giggled, unable to stop as he kept thrusting. My body seemed to go into a super sensational mode, and every move on his part made me tingle as if electrified.

I murmured this to Master, who grinned wolfishly. "Mmm, like this?" He trailed his fingers over my stomach and between my breasts, making me squeal and twist underneath him. "Or this?" As he took one nipple between his fingers, he leaned back down and barely brushed against my neck, his hot breath tickling me torturously.

Panting, I tried to push him away, but he quickly restrained my hands with his own and continued teasing. His fingers and mouth danced over my form, soon accompanied by his hips pressing against me again. I moaned louder, raising my hips for more.

Suddenly, he pulled away, climbing off the bed as I pushed myself up, confused. "Break time." I watched him wrap a towel around his waist and shuffle down the stairs almost giddily. Sighing, I fell back to the bed, trying to control my breathing.



When my nerves calmed down, I crawled back to the edge and willed myself to look over. Master was in the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee and pulling two mugs from a cabinet. Smiling, I fell back to the bed and curled under the thin white sheet, enjoying the aftershocks of our workout.

A few minutes later he returned with two steaming mugs. "Choffee," he offered, handing me one hot mug. I sat up carefully and accepted it, smelling the rich chocolate and hint of coffee. I blew on the surface and took a small sip, instantly perking up. Pleased, the man took a seat beside me and we chatted quietly.

Almost instantly after I drained my cup, he took it and rested it on the night stand. "Break's over," he announced, taking a fistful of hair and forcing my head back. He ran his lips over my neck and down my chest, pausing to draw a nipple into his mouth. I whimpered and offered more, pulling him back into bed with me.

It was another long, captivating hour of play before we finally stopped, curling under the sheets together. I rested against his shoulder, sighing as he traced my skin for a few moments longer. "Insatiable," I murmured, sidling closer. He shook his head.

"Using my time wisely." He played with one of my nipples again, swirling around it as it hardened once more. He paused, then reached over for something on the table. "Nearly forgot...close your eyes."

I did, sighing patiently. Something fixed itself over my nipple, scratching my tender skin. Surprised, I peeked, then laughed. Master had fitted me with a toothpaste cap, carefully covering me. "Magyver nipple clamp," he grinned, and I pulled it off, giggling.

"Good night, Master." I rolled my eyes and gave him a quick kiss, handing him his cap. He shrugged and pulled me against his chest, and soon we fell asleep.

~*~*~

I woke up fairly early to sun drifting in through the high loft window. Stretching languidly, I gazed over to find Master still asleep. His pillow rested over his eyes, and I smiled. He looked calm, sleeping there.

Snuggling back under the sheet, I snagged my phone from the table and started playing a game. I had passed several levels before I heard a soft groan beside me, and a hand curled around my belly.

I looked over to see his pillow pushed away, eyes still closed. "Morning sleepy." I abandoned my phone and turned against him, watching a tired smile tug at his lips. Softly, I brushed them with my finger. "Well rested?"

Without warning he nipped the air, nearly biting my finger. I drew back in surprise, and he chuckled warmly. "Mm-hmm." He peeked through lidded eyes at me, the light brown barely visible.

Rolling my eyes, I moved my hand down his chest instead. "That's good..." I trailed lower, grazing my fingertips over the soft sheet that hid his body. "And is he well rested?" I barely hovered over his groin, making out the solid form beneath the white. Master groaned as he stretched out, making contact.

"Why don't you look for yourself?" I grinned, snaking a hand under the sheet.

"Hmmm..." My fingers danced over his warm skin, moving tantalizingly slow toward my target. I found him easily, his length like steel as I wrapped my hand around him. "He seems awake," I teased, squeezing gently. His cock pulsed in reply, making me giggle.

Growling, Master started to push the linen away. "Then you should take advantage of that." I pulled the rest of the sheet down to his thighs, finally exposing what I wanted. Slowly, I leaned down and planted a kiss on the base, feeling him pulse again.

The reflex emboldened me, and I shifted until I was on my hands and knees. His cock jumped when I leaned closer, gently sucking him into my mouth. I took the rigid member until the tip reached the back of my throat, then sealed my lips around him. Steadily, I pulled back until just the head remained.

When I took him in again, I swallowed, my tongue and cheeks vacuuming around his turgid flesh. Master kept a hand on my back, urging me silently to continue. Soon my hand joined me, wrapping around his cock in a warm vise and stroking in time with my mouth.

Abruptly, a hand tugged at my shoulder, breaking my rhythm. I popped up, still working my hand around him. Master looked very awake now, any hint of sleepiness gone. "Get up here." He kicked the sheets off his legs and pulled my wrist to bring me close.

Giggling, I obeyed, sitting astride him in a quick movement. His hips jerked up without waiting, making me cry out as he filled me completely. I pushed him back to the mattress and began my ride, my excitement already escalating.

Master reached up and twisted my nipples in his hands, forcing a small yelp from me as I kept moving. "Your janitor is waiting, Slave. He wants to fuck you." My eyes widened, remembering his story. "He wants to hold your tits and bite your nipples, feeling you squirm under him as you come."

I groaned and pushed my chest further against his palms. Master squeezed my soft mounds, watching them bounce in his hands as I lifted myself up and down his steeled cock. "You stayed late hoping he would show up, didn't you? The little teacher slut who wants her brains fucked out!" He released my breasts and grabbed my hips instead, forcing me to rock faster.

"Y-yes Master!"

I tried to lean back but he caught my hair, pulling me down with a fistful. "The janitor's been pleased with you, Slut. He won't keep you waiting. He'll take you right there against the board, lifting you up and slamming you on his thick cock. And you'll love it, won't you?"

I braced myself on his chest, gasping as his grip on my hair tightened. "Mmm-hmm!" His hold made my neck exposed, and he nipped at my throat, causing me to moan.

"When it's time for conferences, parents will show up and find you getting fucked like the slut you are...and the janitor will tell them to join in. You'll be bent over the student's desks as their fathers unzip their pants, jerking off around you." I gasped as he spanked me once, urging me on. "And as you get pushed to your limit, they will come on your face and your hair, just as the janitor comes deep inside his teacher whore."

I could not take any more. "Master, right there, please!" His story had me burning up, the forbidden scene rolling in my head as I took him inside me, over and over. "PleasemayIcome?!" The words rushed out of me, and I clamped my hands on his shoulders, bracing myself for the fall.

Master dug into my ass, then spanked me again. "The teacher slut wants to come? Then come, Slave! Come on the janitor's cock!" He released my hair and threw an arm around my back, keeping me pinned to his chest as he spanked me again.

I convulsed against him, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Oh yes!" I kissed him fiercely as I rode out the tidal waves, groaning thankfully. Master chuckled into my kiss, rubbing my back. With a nudge, he rotated us both, successfully keeping his cock firmly inside my slippery pussy.

"You really get off on those stories, don't you?" I blushed crimson, and he laughed again. "You're my little cock whore, Slave. I don't share." Master captured my mouth again, his tongue dancing with mine as he started thrusting again. I wrapped my arms around him, agreeing with a tight squeeze.

After another blissful climb to the peak, I came again, shutting my eyes tight as I cried out. I barely registered my lover slowing his movements, but when he pulled out completely, I blinked in surprise. "M-Master?" He had crawled to the loft wall behind our bed, gazing down thoughtfully.

I propped myself up on my elbows as he leaned against the sturdy frame. After a moment of examination, he turned back to me, his eyes flashing with mischief yet again. "Come here." I rolled onto my stomach and crawled closer to the headboard. The wall rose almost to his waist when on his knees.

Master patted the wall's smooth edge. "Lean over it." I balked, shaking my head.