The Master Chef: New Year's Wel-cum

I closed my eyes with a quiet whimper. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, trying to hold on to his rough movements. Every push, every hard shove was making my pussy weep around him, and I was going crazy.

Hands pulled mine away and pinned me to the sheets. I snapped my gaze back to him, his eyes glinting in the darkness. "Wha-" I started, but he clamped his own fingers over my lips, cancelling out any sounds I could emit. Without any explanation, Master kept fucking me, his speed picking up. I arched against him, pressing my soft flesh against his warm chest. Each thrust made him rub against my nipples and my clit, sending little pulses of energy through me.

I tried to tug my hands away, but he kept me firmly pinned. The room was quiet except for our ragged breathing and my muted cries. I wanted to scream, to moan his name and beg for more. But his raw moves were making me feel powerful...like he was unable to control himself over me. Ironic, as I was the one being held down. But I loved it, and I arched up for more.

Soon I was wriggling beneath my lover's body, that growing need to finish spreading wider. "Please!" I tried to warn him, but it only came out as a pitiful whimper beneath his palm. I felt the sheets stick to my back as I was shoved further into them, my hair catching beneath my body and pulling sharply. Master's thrusts were more forceful now, shoving me across the makeshift bed, and I couldn't wait.

I shuddered against him, squeezing my eyes shut as everything snapped inside. Master urged me on, whispering little orders as I rode through my high. He did not slow down, however, and the tremors kept coming, coursing through my whole body.

Finally, Master's hand pulled away from my mouth, instead helping brace himself beside my head. I licked my lips, trying to control my breathing as my lover kept pushing us both to the peak. "M-Master..." I began, but he shook his head.

Wordlessly, he released my hands and bent down, teasing my perky chest once again. I gasped and pushed myself up against his mouth. My arms slid around his neck and shoulders, coaxing his talented lips to wrap around my nipple. Master played me like an instrument, nibbling and pulling to elicit soft whimpers in the dark.

I struggled to face him. My hair was caught beneath me and I could barely sit up an inch to watch him play. "Master, please...let me up!" My whisper cut off in another gasp as he bit down on my rosy tip. His eyes gazed up, never letting go of his prize.

"Why?" He murmured, and his hot breath on my sensitive bud made me shiver.

I ran my fingers through his feathery hair. "You're making me feel amazing...I just want you there too." I tried not to pout as he slowed his hips to a halt, just pulsing inside me. "Please?"

Master finally pulled away from my chest and met my gaze, thinking. "I want your ass," he relented, and I shivered again. I had not forgotten how he felt inside me there...it was definitely worth revisiting. I nodded as best as I could, and he pushed himself off of me. I sighed when his cock pulled away, but it had to be done. "Do you have lube?"

I nodded again, finally freeing my hair. "In my bag." I accepted his hand and sat up, looking around for my suitcase. I finally spotted it near the door and crawled over to it, trying to ignore the cool air around me. After ruffling through the bag, I returned victorious, the scent of strawberries filling the air as I popped the cap.

My young Master rolled onto his back, holding his stiff member ready. "When you're ready." I nodded, a blush creeping onto my cheeks, but knelt over him in preparation. The lube felt cool on my fingers and I slowly let it drip down onto his cock. I saw him jerk slightly and I smiled, coating more of the sticky liquid over him.

Satisfied, I took the rest and prepared myself. I shifted above my Master, one hand resting on his chest and the other helping him guide his thick pole inside me. I gritted my teeth as he slowly entered—my God, he was big!—and I tried to keep my moans down.

Together, we managed to seat him inside me completely...even past the wide middle that I had come to love. Releasing a sigh, I bent down and kissed Master gently. "Slowly," I pleaded when we broke apart, and he nodded, wrapping his arms around my back.

I braced my arms beside his head, pressing our chests together as I took over. Slowly I rose up, just enough to pass the engorged middle of his enticing cock, then pushed forcefully back down. He filled me completely, rubbing my insides perfectly and shooting a long shiver up my spine. I cooed at the pleasurable feeling and repeated the motion, faster, and met Master's lips again.

I rode him at an even pace, overcoming the uncomfortable stretch and instead replacing it with a slow-building excitement. "My little cock slut," Master groaned into my ear, and I giggled. "You like your Master's cock in your little asshole, don't you? My dirty Slave..."

His hands slid down my back and rested on my cheeks, cupping my ass tightly. "You're quiet, Slave. Do you not want your friends to hear you? To come see what a good little slut you are?" He spanked me, earning a soft yelp from me. "They would be jealous..."

I moaned as he pulled me into a faster rhythm, setting my hips rocking until he was nearly slapping into me. With some effort I managed to push myself upright, my fingertips barely grazing his stomach to help balance. I met the man's pace, using my legs to help me rise and fall onto his steel flesh again and again. Our breaths were fast and audible now, panting clearly as we both pushed ourselves further.

"Mmm-Master!" I leaned away, resting my hands on his powerful thighs and accepting him deeper inside. I was tingling from our efforts, my whole body shaking as I got closer to my peak. The build always took longer this way, but I didn't care...it was always an intense finish, and I was ready for him.

"Please," I begged, my whisper tinged with pleasurable moans, "I'm close...don't stop!" Master reached between us and sought out my clit, attacking my little button with an intensity that made me nearly topple over. "Master!"

He did not disappoint. "Come, Slave—Come on my cock!" I nodded frantically, feeling my body tighten in anticipation. It was like a volcano...the build inside could wait no longer, and finally burst outward to all my sensitive nerves. I cried out, gripping his thighs tightly while the fire spread.

Master grabbed me, his thrusts becoming erratic. I felt his muscles clench and warmth filled my cavity, breaking me out of my ecstatic daze. "Yes...God yes, there!" I whispered, a worn out smile spreading across my lips. I readjusted my hands as he slowed again, his breathing ragged, and slowly I rested onto his sticky chest.

For several moments, neither of us could speak. I felt the cool air and welcomed it on my sweaty skin...even my hair was sticking to my forehead and neck, and Master's was just as wet when I ran my trembling fingers through his locks. I snuggled against his shoulder, enjoying the subsiding tremors and pulsing of our still-joined body.

Beneath me, Master cleared his throat. "Should we clean up?" I thought about it, not really wanting to move away from his comfortable arms. But as his body softened, threatening to separate us anyway, I relented. We carefully rose, both aware of shaky legs despite our short rest, and snuck out of the room toward the bathroom.

We took a quick shower, letting the cool water calm down our heightened nerves. By the time we returned to the little guest room, the cold January air had resumed, no longer daunted by our friction-based heat. I shivered in my towel, damp hair not helping my case. "Under the blankets," Master ordered, and I slipped under the sheet and thick quilt with him.

Snuggling close, I smiled. "That was wonderful." He chuckled, but I shook my head earnestly. "Really. I needed to de-stress. So...thanks."

I rested back against him, relaxing in the quiet. A few minutes went by, until... "What's stressing you out?" His voice was soft, but serious. I shrugged, but he persisted. "Are our games causing stress?"

I blinked, then quickly shook my head. "Not at all. It's just...people. And stupid things." He waited patiently, and I elaborated quietly, explaining why I came west for the holiday. It wasn't a conversation I had wanted to have while naked in bed, but somehow I felt better talking to him.

After a while, Master stopped me. "I'm happy to help you de-stress." Without warning, he rolled above me, shoved my legs apart, and sheathed himself once again into my ready pussy. I moaned in surprise, but held onto him tightly. Sometimes, less talking was just fine with me...

~*~*~

Something touched my shoulder, shaking me slightly. "Wake up..." I groaned, trying to ignore it. Another touch, rougher this time, made my eyes crack open. The room was still dark, with pale light streaming in through the living room window...wait...

I blinked, looking again. Oh, right... We had soaked the mattress pad after our very long "de-stressing" last night, and had fashioned a bed on the living room floor instead. I groaned again, trying to close my eyes. "What time is it?" I mumbled.

The form beside me kissed my neck, warm lips making me sigh. "Time for you to get back in bed and spread your legs, Slave." That instantly woke me up, and I blinked again, trying to twist around and see him.

"W-what?"

Master met my tired gaze with a grin. "You heard me. Now take off those pants of yours and walk back to your room." I felt the fabric clothing my legs, remembering my pajama pants. I blanched.

"What if they come out?"

The young man only grinned wider. "Then they'll see your little ass. Or get moving and you'll be fine." I glanced back toward the hallway, then shimmied out of my pajama pants. I had nothing else but my tank top, and I waited under the blankets nervously.

Master leaned close. "Good little slut." His fingers skimmed down my body until they reached between my legs. I gasped and immediately blushed as he pushed one finger inside me. "And you're ready. Go." He kissed me fiercely and pulled out, and I scrambled to my feet. Without a moment's hesitation I ran to the guest bedroom, Master slowly following.

Our morning romp was quiet, though thoroughly energetic. I was breathless by the time he was finished, and we both came out of the room looking slightly tousled. We entered the living room and saw my friends were now awake...one working out on the floor, the other on her computer.

Wes stopped his workout and began clapping, making me blush even harder. Not to be outdone, Master grabbed my hand and led me through a very theatrical bow. We all exchanged our good mornings and began getting ready for breakfast. Master Chef was ready to pay for his stay...French toast and bacon for us all.

Unfortunately, we didn't have enough supplies to begin cooking. My friend offered to run to the store, so Master and I hung out in the kitchen. I rested against the counter, smiling coaxingly at my handsome lover. "What to do while we wait?"

Before he could answer, my friend stopped back in the kitchen. "Let me show you something," he told my Master. He raised a brow but stepped aside. My friend stepped closer to me, making me instantly alert. "Sometimes...the best bondage is no bonds at all."

I nearly squeaked as he set my hands on the counter beside me, leaning close. "Do not let her move until you say so," he said over his shoulder. Then, with a friendly wave, he was gone.

I gaped at my Master, who looked partly amused, partly annoyed. "I'm sorry..." I started, but he moved closer, his annoyance melting away.

"You and your friends are close, huh?" I blushed, but he just smirked. "It's an interesting idea."

I frowned. "I've asked about some of the things they've done before...but he's just teasing." I started to fold my arms but he snatched my wrists and readjusted my position. I gasped, eyes wide.

Master leaned close. "Don't move." His voice was quiet, and I nodded slowly, feeling my body instantly respond. He released my wrists and I kept them frozen to the counter, exposing myself to him. The young man just watched for a moment, as if thinking of what to do first.

Finally, he moved his hand down my neck to my chest, tracing the outline of my bra through my white tank top and down my stomach. I nearly whimpered as he rested at the top of my jeans, watching me with sparkling brown eyes. Slowly, he unfastened my button, making my breath catch in my throat. Just as slowly, the zipper pulled down, revealing my pale lavender panties.

I couldn't look away from his face. When he finally looked back up, meeting my eyes, I was trembling. "Very good, Slave..." he murmured, and softly kissed me. I met his lips eagerly, but my heart pounded in my chest at the thought that any moment, my friend would return.

Master distracted me again. Through his kiss, I felt his hand slide into my pants, rubbing my aroused clit through my soft panties. I moaned, trying to push my hips against him, but he simply brought his free hand up to my hair, pulling just hard enough to keep me still. I was openly panting by the time his mouth left mine, desperately wanting more.

Chuckling, the young man released my hair and withdrew his hand, stepping back. I pouted, but stayed where he left me. "You will stay there until I say so, Slave. Understood?" I nodded slowly, nervously looking past him at the hallway. He seemed to understand my worry. "Should I leave you like this, little Slut? Your pants open, hair disheveled, ready to be ravaged?"

I shook my head, pleading silently for him to come back. He grinned, crossing his arms. "I don't know. You like playing games, it could be fun."

I clenched my hands on the counter. "Please, Master, I just like playing games with you. Come back." I kept my voice down, knowing one of my friend's was still on her computer. "Please?"

He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he returned. His hands framed mine, keeping me boxed in between his body and the counter. I nearly groaned again when he pushed his hips against mine, securing me in place. He took another handful of hair and tilted my head back gently, stealing another long kiss.

We both jumped when the front door burst open loudly, alerting us that our friend had returned with ingredients. Master gave me a quick peck and turned to leave. "Wait!" I nearly shouted, but he waved back at me.

"You can move."

Instantly I reached down and zipped my jeans back up, just as my friend came in sight. I shot my friend a look as Master got started on breakfast, and went to clean myself up.

Shortly after breakfast and more conversation, Master and I returned to the bathroom for a quick shower. I busied myself with lathering up my long, brunette locks, trying not to focus on the fact that he would have to be leaving in a few hours.

As I rinsed, I felt Master's hands slide around to my front, groping my slippery breasts teasingly. I paused, letting him feel around. His fingers danced on my skin, making me moan in delight. Suddenly he spun me around to face him.

Water streamed onto us both as I met his hold, crashing against his lips. Strong arms pushed me until I was against the shower wall, and in an instant he was inside me, sliding up in deep, even strokes. I gasped and tried to hold on, finally grasping the high window sill above our heads for support. Master kept his hands on my hips, meeting me thrust for thrust amidst the water and steam.

It wasn't long before I broke, shattering before him with a long moan. "Please..." I begged, but I didn't have to finish my sentence. He turned me again with a final kiss and bent me over below the shower's spray. I grabbed onto the tub's faucet, ready, and he slammed back into me. "Don't stop, don't stop," I chanted, whimpering happily as we fucked harder and faster. Water dripped onto my face, but I didn't care.

In minutes, he came with me, flooding inside me. I could barely stand, I was shaking so badly, and giggles burst uncontrollably from my lips. "That...was awesome..." I panted, and he laughed, just as out of breath as I was.

"Let's clean up and get out of here," he grinned, and I groaned as he slowly pulled out. He guided me back up and under the hot water to rinse off. I tugged him under the spray to join me, giving him a soft kiss. Soon enough, we declared ourselves clean and shut off the shower, ready to redress and go back out with our friends.

Nearly an hour later, curled up against Master on the living room couch, his phone buzzed. I felt his arm reach over and grab the cell off the coffee table. "Hmm." I glanced over my shoulder to find him reading something.

"What?"

Master shrugged. "I told Glenn I'd swing by and see him and the family. I should leave soon." I nodded slowly, thinking. "It's about time I've seen the kids again."

I nodded again, giggling. "They were at the LAN party. I think I spent more time with them then gaming." An idea formed, and I rolled over until I was facing him. "You know, their daughter was really excited to see me last time...maybe I can take another day and go visit with you."

He thought it over. "That could work." He started texting again, and soon enough his cell lit up once more with a reply. "Glenn's all for it." I smiled nervously.

"He's for it. Do you mind if I tag along?"

Master dropped his phone back on the table and wrapped his arms around me. "Are you being needy?" I flushed and started to reply but he cut me off with a chuckle. "I wouldn't have asked if I minded." I smiled, relief spreading quickly. "Now, go pack. We should go soon if we want to get there before dark."

~*~*~

I snuggled against my Master's warm chest, enjoying his arms on mine. The drive over had not taken as long as I thought, and it was fantastic seeing our friends again. Their three kids were ecstatic to have the company and entertained us for a few hours before they were sent to bed. Now, it was adult time, and I sat curled between the young man's legs as our friends sat across the room.

We sat and talked for ages, Clerks II rolling in the background. From time to time, Master's hand would dip below our blanket, teasing me through my pants. I struggled to remain calm and focused on our conversation, but each stroke of his fingers made my skin tingle excitedly.

When Glenn got up to grab us drinks, I leaned back against my lover. "You are cheating," I breathed, and he scoffed. I felt his fingers pull back, only to rise to the top of my jeans and once more loosen them for entry. "Stop it!" I whispered, blushing.

His hand slid along my skin, inching his way into my pants. "You really want me to stop?" He kept going, and soon he tapped against my swollen clit. My breath caught in my throat, and I shook my head silently. Master chuckled again, kissing my neck. "Then don't get us caught."

Our friend returned with several bottles of beer, and I took one quickly. Luckily, Master paused his ministrations for the moment, although keeping his hand down my crotch was making my body slowly react. Between the raucous jokes from the movie and the rowdy stories our friends were swapping, I was ready for some bedtime fun.

The men started laughing about another college story when Master's fingers resumed their mission. Slowly, he teased my little bud, rubbing and tapping softly beneath the safe cover of the blanket. I could only take a sip of my beer, praying I could keep quiet long enough for him to take me upstairs and finish.

"You know, you two could go upstairs whenever you like," our friend piped up, peering over her drink at us both. I nearly squeaked, embarrassed that she caught on, but Master only laughed. As he talked, I realized that she probably hadn't seen his hands moving...just me obviously wanting to take him upstairs and tear his clothes off...