The Master Chef-Good Clean Fun

Satisfied, Master dropped his gray boxers and slid onto the bed beside me. "Get on, now." I wasted no time, straddling him and lining his cock up with my very wet pussy. He pulled me down hard, filling me in one stroke.

My eyes widened, and I nearly fell over him. "Oh my God!" Master spanked me, urging me to get moving, and I started rocking my hips, bringing him in deeper. He moved me faster, guiding me, and I already felt that familiar tingling rise up. "Almost sir, right there!"

The man lifted his hand up to my chest, fondling me roughly. "A nooner," he began, squeezing until I was watching him through lidded eyes, "Is when a couple meets over lunch break to fuck." He pushed into me, and I moaned in reply. "It's a quickie. But we're going to change that."

I didn't ask what he meant. I moaned again, rocking faster. "Master, I'm there..." I squeezed my eyes shut and kept going. "Please!"

A strong arm circled around my back, holding me in place. "Come as needed, you don't have to ask this time." I nodded thankfully and shuddered, my orgasm breaking over me nearly immediately. Oh shit!

There was no down time to recover. Master kept me going, helping me rock until I could sit myself back up and take over again. His cock felt so good, swelled up inside me, and I groaned as I continuously sank onto him.

Several orgasms later, I rested on his chest, my heart pounding rapidly. My head was spinning from the workout. "You...are good...at this," I muttered quietly, running my fingers through his soft hair.

Master murmured in agreement, rubbing my back. The slightest touch on my sensitive skin was making my libido rise up again, and I squirmed. "It's only been ten minutes," he finally replied. I slowly lifted my head and gazed over at the alarm clock. 12:10.

I gazed back down, smiling tiredly. "Only, huh?" I leaned down and kissed him softly. "You know, you sound like me when you say that."

The man nodded, then bit my shoulder. "Ow!" I protested. "What was that for?" Master smirked and flipped me over onto my back. He was on top of me instantly, pinning me down.

"Round two." He sank into me and I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut. My body was still tingling from earlier, I didn't know if I could handle another round so soon! But as my Master slowly moved, I felt my body respond again. And it was responding like the little slut he made me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his cock deeper inside. "Right there," I gasped. He moved faster, pounding into me with rough strokes. I felt his mouth on my neck, kissing and biting along my collar and shoulder. "Please, there!"

I tried to wrap my arms around him, but he stopped me, pinning them above my head instead. Surprised, I tried to pull free. "Mast-" but his hand cut me off, clamping over my mouth tightly. It set me off, and I came again, squirming under his hands.

When I finally opened my eyes, he was staring at me, grinning. "Like that Slave?" I nodded as best as I could, mumbling under his hand. He kept pumping. "I can feel you squeezing around my cock." I moaned as he thrust harder.

He finally pulled his hand away from my lips, and I panted, "Yes Master!" I brought my legs back up around him, raising my hips to meet his strokes. It was torturous...I felt another climax rising, unable to stop as he purposefully kept pounding his cock into me. "Please, sir, I can't do any more!"

Master laughed. "Yes, you can." He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and I whimpered shamelessly. "You'll come as many times as I say, won't you Slave?"

I yelped when he leaned down and bit my shoulder again, just a nip. "Yes Master!" He moved lower, kissing and biting my nipple, and I groaned. "Oh my God there!" I bucked against him as he pulled and teased, unable to move my hands yet. "Fuck me, please!"

Master obliged. I came again, and again, as he moved me wherever he wanted. "You're my naughty little cock whore, aren't you?" he growled. He released my hands, and I immediately pressed them against the headboard, trying to brace myself.

"Yes Master!"

He nipped my arm. "Say it!"

I groaned. "I'm your little cock whore, sir!" He pumped furiously into me, making me cry out louder.

"So naughty. Do you like me fucking you?" I only moaned, and he laughed. "Tell me where you like my cock, slut." He moved slowly, teasing me, and I tried to raise my hips against his. Master pulled back, waiting.

I pouted, green eyes burning into him. "I like you everywhere. In my mouth, right here in my pussy, in my ass...please, Master!" I tried again, and he nearly pulled out of me.

He pinned me down, one hand on my hip, the other in my hair. "No. Tell me where you want my cock." I frowned as he teased me, not quite pushing back in.

"Sir?"

Master nibbled on my ear, making me squirm. "Not your pussy, Slave. Your cunt. Where do you want it?"

My mouth dropped open in shock. I hated that word. "Master," I moaned, and he tugged on my hair. "Please, I don't want to say it." I felt his lips on my neck, his left hand working its way up to my chest. I squirmed.

"Say it, Slave, or be punished."

His cock pushed into me again, and I broke. "My cunt, sir," I whispered, moaning. He shook his head, resting his forehead against mine.

"The whole thing," he prompted. I moaned again.

"Master, I want your cock in my cunt, please!" Instantly, he shoved deeper into me, and I whimpered. Master was done teasing, he was fucking me now, harder and faster and I wasn't going to last long. "May I please...oh God, please!"

I shattered around him, holding myself to his chest. Master rested with me, both of us panting hard. I reached up and ran my fingers through his matted hair. Mine clung to my skin, sweaty from our long second round. Smiling, he looked over at the clock. "Only 12:35." I groaned.

"Shooting for the whole hour?" I teased. He pumped into me once, and I jumped. "Master, please...I'm too tired!" I thought he was going to argue, but he simply pulled out and spread out beside me.

"Then why don't you take a break?" He nodded downward, and I rolled my eyes. Of course, blow jobs were always one of my favorites, and he had given me more orgasms than I could count... I grabbed his cock, rubbing it slowly. He was still so hard, after almost forty minutes...holy crap. For our age gap, he was certainly giving me a run for my money.

I licked him, tasting myself. It wasn't unpleasant...I actually liked the taste of his saltiness mixed with my sweet flavor. I took more in my mouth, sucking lightly on his thick cock. Mmmm...so delicious.

I got up higher on my knees, getting a better position. I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each stroke of my lips. My tongue moved around him, feeling the steel beneath the soft skin. I went as deep as I could, feeling pressure when I reached his middle. His cock got bigger there, wider, and it was challenging to say the least. I sucked and swallowed, always trying to go deeper than before. I knew from his groans that Master enjoyed my efforts.

Suddenly, I felt him grab my hair and pull me off. "Hey!" I yelped, but he pushed me down onto my back. I tried to pull away, but he held my legs apart and moved into place. I arched my back when his tongue first touched me. "Oh, Master!"

His tongue was like magic. Master teased my clit, sucking and biting just hard enough to make me wriggle in his hold. I groaned when his tongue moved inside, licking me up. It was driving me crazy, and I struggled to sit up. "Master!" I tried to push him away, unable to resist much longer. "Please, Master!"

Finally, he pulled away. "Slave?" He looked disapprovingly at me, and I almost felt guilty.

"I can't...I'm so tired." I curled my legs under me and sat demurely. "I need a break."

Master nodded, falling back onto the bed. "As you wish," he sighed, waving me away. I got up slowly, looking around for my hairbrush. My hair was a mess from our nooner, and I didn't want it to get worse during a nap.

I found it on the floor by the table. Good, my legs were jelly anyway. I sat gingerly and started brushing, trying to ignore my body's complaints. I had been close, but it was time to rest. I could always get more from Master later.

I wasn't even halfway done when my brush was yanked away and my hair was seized. I yelped, staring up at my Master as he towered over me. "We still have time on the clock," he grinned. His cock waited, hard and ready to go.

I moaned, trying to fight the sudden spike of arousal that hit me. "But I need rest..." He pulled me close to his cock, pushing it against my lips.

"Rest later."

I gave up. I took him in my mouth, sucking hard as I rested my hands on his thighs. Master groaned at my quick work, holding my head in place. "Ah, yes...such a good little cock whore." I moaned in reply, sucking him harder. "I'll just have to fuck you again, won't I?"

My eyes widened, and I groaned in protest. "No?" He pulled me to my feet, kissing me quickly. "You still need punishment, Slave. Would you like that instead?" I shook my head, panting as he spun me around and bent me over the table. My mirror image stared back at me as he grabbed my hair again. "Which one, Slave?"

I whimpered as he teased me, his hand reaching around to rub my clit. "Please, Master, I want to rest..." I jumped as he pushed his fingers into me, slowly stretching me back out. "Oh, please...I need to rest!"

Past my moans, we both heard voices outside the door. Housekeeping was moving from room to room, and they were right outside our room. I couldn't protest as Master slid inside me...instead, I groaned, long and loudly.

He pumped into me slowly, his grip on my messy hair firm. "They're listening to you, Slave. They know how naughty you're being." I whimpered again, pushing back onto his cock as he drove deeper. "Should I let them in, to see what a dirty little slut you are?"

I groaned. "No, Master." He began fucking me harder, and I braced my palms against the wall. "Just fuck me, please!" Master reached around and kept rubbing my clit, making me arch against him.

"You wanted rest, now you want me to fuck you. Which one is it, Slave?" I gasped and kept moving my hips with his.

"Fuck me, Master! Please fuck me!" I panted, squeezing my eyes shut. I couldn't tell if the voices were still outside our room, nor did I really care. I was relying on the table to help hold me up...my legs felt like they would give out any second. "Sir, please!"

Master moved faster, much to my delight. "Come, Slave!" he ordered, and I obeyed. My body clenched around him, my orgasm making me shake all over, and a moment later I heard him empty deep into me.

We rested for a moment, both breathing hard. Finally, I felt him pull away. "Clean up, then take your nap," I heard over my shoulder. I did so quickly and quietly, and when I returned to the bed he was waiting. I curled up beside him and instantly fell asleep.

~*~*~

It was very dark when we woke up on our last day. I had woken up once already, overly warm, and had shed off my sweater. This time, curled up to his warm chest, it was someone else making noises. Master nuzzled my neck. "You started it," he murmured. "They wanted what you had."

I moaned in agreement, scooting further against him. "Is that so?" He nodded, moving his hand down my chest and to my very wet, very ready pussy.

"Are you wet?"

I moaned. "Yes." I got a small spanking, and I jumped.

"Then don't waste time." I rolled away from his side to see his cock ready in the dark. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. "Now."

I jumped and straddled him, sitting just high enough above him to tease. "What does Master want?" I giggled. He grabbed my hips and slammed me down, making me yelp excitedly. I moaned as we moved, riding hard and fast. Before I had a chance to finish, he grabbed me around the waist and rolled over, pinning me on my back.

"Do I need the gag?" he muttered, moving a hand up to my mouth. I shook my head quickly, moaning into his thick fingers as he thrust harder. His other hand reached for my throat, and I grabbed at it instantly. "Do I need to punish you, Slave?" Master warned, and I moved my hands away slowly.

His fingers curled around my neck, and I felt my heart race. It was already harder to breath with my mouth covered...the thought of him choking me scared me, and at the same time got me so excited I thought I would scream. I moved my hands to his arms, wary, as he kept pumping.

Master was watching me in the dark, smirking. "Good little Slave..." he murmured, slowly pulling himself out. I groaned, rolling my hips to get him back. He tightened around my throat, making me whimper. Without warning, he slammed back in, and I came quickly, grabbing onto him in surprise.

As I came down from my high, Master pulled out completely and got up. "Go get your toys. Now." I blinked in surprise, still panting.

"Master?"

"You still haven't finished your punishments." I frowned, instantly feeling nervous. Slowly, I rose out of bed, trying not to shiver in the cool air. My toys sat in the bathroom, ready to be cleaned, and I quickly got to work. As soon as they were ready, I walked out to the main room. Master was sitting, ready, with the little flogger in his hand.

My eyes widened, and he chuckled. "Put on the blindfold." He gestured to the counter, and I did so without complaint. I held onto the counter, trying not to tremble so much. "Very good." I waited, trying to hear him. Instead, I jumped as he grabbed hold of a fistful of my long hair, firmly guiding me to walk.

Soon enough, he stopped me, bending me over the soft armchair. I waited, trembling, for his orders. I jumped as the flogger bit into my bare ass, making me yelp. "You have a lot to make up, Slave...eighteen for forgetting your toy." Another smack. "Two for not calling last week. Another two for not taking your picture like I ordered." Another smack, and I moaned into the chair.

"Sir, just one for the phone call, and one for the picture." The toy smacked me again, and I moaned again.

"Making a list, spanking you twice. Sound familiar?" He spanked me several more times, and I groaned, remembering his text. "Let's get started." I nearly yelped again when he thrust into me from behind, but soon found myself crying out in pleasure.

Master did not fuck me for long. He pulled away, making me gasp. "You have twenty seconds to put your toys in, or you will add to your punishment." I gasped, pushing myself up. "Twenty..."

I immediately felt around for the toys, trying to find them on the armchair's seat. I found the little vibrator first, sliding it easily into place. The other toy needed lube...I panicked. "Master..." I began, but he handed me the bottle without stopping his countdown. I quickly and liberally covered the pink toy. Master had reached ten and was still counting as I slowly pushed the toy inside my ass. It took several moments, and I was almost panicking when it finally pushed all the way in.

Satisfied, I stood, trying not to focus on how full I was. "Three, two..." I turned his direction, baffled.

"Sir, I'm ready, I did as you asked!"

I felt his hand around my neck, pushing me back into a bent position over the chair. "...One. Come, Slave." The toy buzzed on, and I instantly moaned, turned on by his hand and the toys. A second later I came, nearly jerking in his hold.

Another spank of the flogger hit me, and I cried out, still very sensitive from the last hit. He flogged me again, and I reflexively reached back, trying to protect my ass. "No," came his firm warning, and he moved my hand. The leather strips hit me again, and I couldn't help but move my hand again. He caught it, holding my wrist. "Do I need to tie you up, Slave?"

I moaned, shivering. "No, Master." I held onto the chair as firmly as I could, taking the next few swats with a quiet whimper. Master rubbed my ass gently afterward, making me sigh.

"You shouldn't have moved." I cried out when he turned on the toy, whipping me again. I shook. The spankings were harder, still nothing compared to what I knew he could possibly give me, but I instantly blocked my sensitive skin. Master sighed, and my hand was stretched forward and tied down. "I'll tie the other one too, if you move," he warned.

I took the rest of my spankings quietly, digging my fingers into the chair. "Ooooh siiir!" I mewled when he was done. I thought I was going to fall over, I was trembling so hard. Master played with my toy, letting it vibrate on and off to keep me near the edge.

Finally, I felt something soft land on my hand. "Put it on," he ordered, and I felt the soft tie ready to wear. I struggled to pull it over my head, having only one hand to comply, but as soon as it was ready it was in Master's hand, pulled back so my head was tilted backward. At some point my blindfold fell off, but I kept my eyes squeezed shut.

My little vibrator was removed, and once more Master took its place, fucking me hard. "Oh shit!" I moaned, and I shattered, my legs coming off the ground and toes curling. Master groaned as I squeezed my legs together. Quickly, he untied my hand and guided me back to the mattress, using the tie to pull me forward.

"Where's your blindfold, Slave?" I tried to explain, but he shoved his cock into my mouth instead. I took it eagerly, ready to please. Master moaned into my mouth, still holding my tie. "Such a good girl...how'd you get so naughty." I moaned around him, taking him as deep as I could. I felt the width stretch my mouth, getting caught at my throat...

He moaned again. "Take it all..." I did my best, and he slid further inside. I thought I would choke, but I swallowed reflexively and breathed through my nose. "Yes!" Finally I had to pull back, panting, but his groan made me smile. I could tell I had pleased my Master.

I felt him shift, then tug on my tie again. "Get on, slut," he commanded, and I instantly mounted him, keeping my eyes shut. It was torturous, having him guide me and then make me stop just before I thought I would burst. Over and over he did this, making me cry out in frustration.

Finally he pulled me close, and I felt his mouth on my nipple. "Oh, yes!" I moaned, running my fingers through his soft hair. He teased and pinched them, massaging my tits until I was moaning again. I had never felt this good just from having my breasts played with...it was incredible! "Master, please, don't stop!" I panted. He only laughed and bit gently on one. I cried out again.

"Come, Slave!" I shuddered, partly embarrassed that something so simple made me so excited. As soon as he felt me coming, Master started pounding into me again, intensifying my already orgasmic nerves. I kept moaning and squirming as he fucked me, and soon he was at his limits too. I felt the hand on my tie tighten as he came, pulling me down for a long, heated kiss as he pumped into me.

We gasped when we broke apart. "You can open your eyes now." I did, blinking slowly. Master grinned up at me, exhaustion written on his handsome face. "Shower and breakfast?" I nodded, looking over at the clock.

"Sounds perfect."

~*~*~

We returned from the hotel breakfast bar not long after, feeling much fuller and not much more awake. Our morning workout had been intense, and I felt drained as we walked up the stairs back to the room.

"Nap?" I called as he shut the door. He nodded, stripping off his shirt and jeans. I followed suit, landing back in bed with just my t-shirt and a smile. I set an alarm on my phone. "What time do we have to leave?" I knew he worked today, and I hoped one more round could be finished before we had to evacuate the room.

"Out by noon," he mumbled, and I set it. Two hours for napping. Sighing, I curled up next to him, and we drifted off to sleep.

It didn't last long. I rolled over, only to see Master staring at me. He nearly grinned when I blinked at him in surprise. "Morning," I said sleepily. I gazed over at the clock. Just after 11. So we had only slept an hour. I gazed back at him, confused.