The Master Chef: New Year's Wel-cum

"The movie's not over. She hasn't even seen it yet." That seemed to distract them as the couple instantly started quoting their favorite lines and laughing about the crazy characters. I glared up at Master, trying to look serious, but he just made a funny face at me. Leaning close, he whispered, "Be good, we'll play soon enough."

I pouted, but nestled closer against his chest. Even at risk of his tantalizing fingers embarrassing me, I was enjoying myself. I listened to everyone's cheery banter, jumped at the random caresses below my belt, and sighed as my libido slowly built itself up. Tonight was going to be lots of fun.

Our friend grinned and held his hands up. "Listen..." Master and I looked over, waiting, until his grin broadened. "No kids up. We can be as crazy as we want." He gazed at his wife, his cheeks rosy and bright. "We could have an orgy in the kitchen if we wanted." She rolled her eyes, but he was already looking over at my handsome cushion. "Ready for some friendly competition between best buddies?"

Master chuckled and looked down at me, but I shook my head quickly. He had teased me with an audience before, but I was not going to have sex for one. Even with people I knew pretty well. Somehow he managed to spin the conversation to another college story, and I relaxed in Master's strong arms.

I don't remember how long we all talked and joked, despite Master's distractions, but soon enough everyone agreed it was time to sleep. I practically grabbed Master's hand and guided him up the stairs straight to our guest room where are bags were already waiting. We said a final good night to our friends, and soon slid inside the darkened room, closing the door behind us.

I turned to find Master, but he found me first. He pulled me away from the door quickly, stealing my lips in a fiery kiss. "Get in bed," he growled against my mouth, and I broke away, giggling. I was ready to spark. I jumped onto the mattress but was quickly pinned down before I could do anything else. "Your clothes shouldn't be on, Slave."

I gasped as his teeth grazed my bare neck, nipping me lightly before he let me up once more. I shimmied out of my jeans and long sleeves, carelessly throwing them to the unseen floor. Before I could unfasten my bra he was there again. His large hand slid under the flimsy barrier, tweaking my puffy nipple teasingly. "You cheater..." I groaned, pushing my chest out for more of his attentive fingers.

Master continued his ministrations, his free hand pinning me to his now bare chest. Soon enough my bra was ripped off as well, leaving me in just my thin cotton panties. I was flipped onto my back just as quickly, and the small barrier was torn away, sliding down my legs to join my other forgotten clothes.

The bed dipped around me as he stalked me, barricading me between his legs and arms. "Did you like the teasing downstairs, Slave?" I trembled as his fingers dipped between my legs, searching for the answer. "Your little pussy is flooding."

I arched as he probed me again, sliding several fingers inside me. Lips landed on my neck again, biting hard enough to make me jerk beneath him. "Please..." I whimpered, reaching down his waist for his own boxers. My hand hit only skin, and I mewled happily at the realization that he was as naked as me.

Chuckling, Master nibbled again, moving down to my shoulder. His fingers retreated, making me groan, but it wasn't long until I felt him wedge a knee between my legs, parting them. I widened them more, and with a grunt of approval the young man was lined up, the tip of his cock already coated with my juices. Without a word, he shoved inside, making me cry out loudly.

A hand pulled at my long hair. "Is this what you wanted Slave? Moaning so loudly the whole house can hear you?" I tried to shake my head but his grip on my locks tightened, a pleasant pain making me groan again. "They wanted you in the kitchen...and you would have loved it." A hard thrust punctuated his words, and I tangled my legs with his. Master grunted again, his lips moving along my jaw.

"But I don't like to share."

With that admission, Master began to piston into me faster than ever, throwing me into a spiraling orgasm that seemed to last forever. The hard grip on my hair and ghostlike kisses up my neck were making my head spin, and combined with his throbbing cock, I was in heaven.

Past my own moans, I heard soft music begin to play. I almost thought nothing of it, as I was too focused on his addicting touches, but soon another sound caught my attention. Another female voice emitting soft cries into the night.

My lover heard them too. "And the orgy's begun." I laughed, only to moan again as his cock shoved deeply into me, his pace much slower.

"We're not...in the same room," I managed to pant out, giggling. He made a face in the darkness and rolled his hips.

"We could've been." I didn't get a chance to reply before he pounded on the wall, interrupting the steady moans from the other room. "That's my boy!" he called, and I burst into laughter.

I struggled to rise to my elbows, my face inches away from his. "Just...don't...stop." I wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, melting against him as he delivered. We moved across the bed, changing positions and speeds until I was begging for a rest. Even then, I was not granted reprieve...we would whisper and listen to our friends, and he would tease me with his dancing fingers or torturous tongue.

My chest was heaving after one such break, his lips suckling my enflamed pussy. I did not even get a chance to catch my breath before he seized my legs and threw them over his shoulders, piercing me again. "It's not a competition!" I groaned, but I couldn't hide the enthusiastic smile as I clung to him tighter. When he wanted to show off, I was happily willing to help.

Master only leaned closer, nearly folding me in half as he pummeled into me. "But you love it." I shivered...so true. As I rose steadily higher to my climax, I heard the roughness in his voice and felt him tensing above me. "Come Slave!"

I cried out as I felt him pump into me, bringing himself to the edge as well. "Come!" I shook, my body tingling from the inside out until finally I burst. Master finished soon after, keeping my body covered as his last strokes coated my insides with sticky cum.

My ears rang but I didn't care. As Master slid my legs back down to the mattress, I gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you..." He just smiled and rolled over beside me, causing us to both groan at his exit. I curled up to his shoulder and we both listened to our friends clearly reaching the end of their fun as well.

Master nudged me. "Think he's using toys?" I laughed and smacked him away, but he just grinned and waited. Her cries swelled to a magnificent volume, until finally they both calmed once more. "That's my BOY!" Master whooped again, his palm knocking against the shared wall in approval. I shook my head sleepily, laughing again.

"You are so, so strange."

~*~*~

The next day flew by quickly. Through a joint effort between the family and myself, we convinced Master to stay one more night. The day was filled with delicious food, nostalgic stories, and children's games, but by the time night rolled around, we were back to competitions between friends, crazy movies, and sub-blanket teasing.

When we finally returned to the guest room, I was torn between teaching Master a lesson and collapsing under the covers for much needed sleep. He seemed to have the same idea, and after some light teasing, we agreed sleep would be better. We talked quietly and listened to an encore performance from the room next door, but soon even those were subdued, and the night overwhelmed us both.

The morning light bathed our room the next day, but that wasn't what woke me up. I shifted in my blankets, dreaming pleasantly of hands all over me, caressing and teasing and filling me...

Through the visions of all these hands, I heard my name. It grew louder, quietly chanting through my sleepy fog until I could ignore it no longer. Slowly, I blinked, my sweet dream dissipating to reveal Master beside me instead.

I groaned, squinting in the bright light. He rested quietly, watching me as I woke. "Sleep well?" the young man quipped, grinning, and I nodded sleepily. He ran a hand down my stomach, making me sigh. "You were moaning in your sleep, Slave."

I blushed, trying to wake up fully. "Was I?" I flinched as he slipped into my panties, running his fingers to my sopping wet pussy. He brought them back up to show me, slick with juices.

"Having naughty dreams?" I blushed again, and his caramel eyes twinkled merrily. "Let's take care of this then." His hands pushed down on my panties, shoving them partway down my thighs. I followed his lead, still shaking the last remnants of sleep away. When I was done, he was gazing intently down my naked body.

"Now, pleasure yourself." I blinked, confused.

"What?"

Master clucked his tongue. "Masturbate. Show me how you tease yourself." He nodded toward my still hands. I blushed harder, suddenly aware of what he was asking.

"I can't do that..." I started, but he only shook his head disapprovingly.

"You can. Do it." Waves of embarrassment crashed over me, intensified by his alert stare. Slowly, I moved my hand between my legs, just barely grazing my exposed clit. My body pulsed in reply, and I repeated the action. Emboldened by the look of approval on Master's face, I began rubbing harder, drawing small circles over my clit.

Master nodded again, grinning. "Finger yourself." I bit my lip and obeyed. Two fingers sank inside me, nowhere near the same girth that his yielded, but I sighed happily nonetheless. I curled the two digits in and out, trying to reach the same tantalizing spots that he could.

I felt the bed dip beside me and looked over with glazed eyes. My handsome lover was standing, shoving his own boxer briefs down his legs. When he turned, his erection proudly pointed in my direction, making me run my fingers faster with another quiet moan.

"That's it," I heard him say, and the bed dipped again as he crawled back towards me. "Now your nipples." I did not hesitate. My free hand rose up to my chest, feeling my nipples already perky and alert. I caught one rosy bud between my fingers and pinched lightly. A shiver ran down my spine to my tingling pussy, and I cried out.

Master watched in approval, grasping his hardened flesh with one hand. I tried to watch him as he stroked himself, the stiff organ twitching in anticipation, but I was getting myself too worked up to keep my eyes open for long.

Finally I rolled my head to the side, ignoring my spilled hair on the sheets. "Master, I'm so close!" I squeezed my breast in my hand, nearly arching as my fingers flew down below. Immediately, I was stopped by his hands and pulled upright. Before I could protest, the man yanked me above him and down onto his throbbing cock.

"Oh!" I grabbed his shoulders, tensing as he massaged every hard to reach spot inside me that my own fingers failed to reach.

My lover's face was furrowed in concentration, but his eyes sparkled in amusement. "Good job. I didn't want to wait to get you ready myself..." I tightened around him at the admission, embarrassed but incredibly heated at the same time. His name fell from my mouth like a chant as I rode him, my orgasm spiraling to completion. I burst around him, clenching onto his thick member with long moans.

A hard slap filled the air, stinging my ass pleasantly. I cried out, arching above my lover as he pierced me again. "Again, please!" Another loud spanking landed on my rear, turning my soft skin pink. "Oooh thank you!" I could feel that coiling tightness in my belly and I prepared myself, gripping his shoulders tightly.

BANG BANG BANG!

A series of thundering knocks erupted against the bedroom door and I fell to Master's chest with a scream. He also jumped, but immediately began laughing as we heard our friend giggling on the other side of the door. She said something I couldn't make out, laughing loudly, and then footsteps quietly faded away.

Master's chest rumbled with laughter, and he rubbed my bare back. "You okay?" I nodded, my heart beating rapidly from the scare. "Good." He grabbed my hips and rolled us both over until I was pinned beneath him.

I snuggled against the white sheets below us, trying to control my breathing. "That...was scary." He grinned and shoved into me fully. Our new position let him pleasure me in new ways, and I relaxed in his hold. "More, please..."

Master took me to the top several more times before I had to beg for a rest. My heart was beating rapidly and my face and chest were red from our bodies rubbing together. We lay quietly for several minutes, punctured only by teasing comments from Master or myself. It was a nice break, just laying beside each other and relaxing.

I broke it first, rolling out of bed with a soft groan in search of water. My legs threatened to collapse beneath me, I was still so worn out, but I did not have to go far. I found the large mug of water on the bedside table and took several long swallowfuls before offering the rest to my energetic accomplice.

I sat myself on the edge of the bed as he drank, observing him curiously. The curves of his body, clear definition in his arms, barest hint of stubble along his jaw and cheeks...My Master was attractive, that was for sure. When he was done with the drink and leaned over to put it on the ground, I couldn't help but focus at his semi-aroused cock.

I couldn't help myself. Bending on my hands and knees, I caught the warm flesh between my lips. I felt him twitch, and I hummed pleasantly. Softly, I sucked him completely into my mouth, warming him up and giving him a chance to grow.

Grow he did. As I swirled my tongue around him leisurely, I felt his organ harden and lengthen until his tip was tickling the back of my throat. I thought I heard him moan, but I was too focused on the metamorphosis happening in my mouth.

Gingerly, I pulled back, letting my lips draw against his skin before sucking him right back in my moist cavern. My tongue and the suction of my mouth put a teasing pressure on his sensitive member, and this time his groan was definite. I repeated the action, allowing my tongue to lightly twirl around his now engorged head.

A hand brushed against my long hair, and I shook it off, grinning around him. I was having fun exploring his body, and I did not want interruptions just yet. An idea popped into mind, and I slowly withdrew until just the tip was resting inside the comfort of my lips. Then, with a quick glance up at Master, I took a small breath and pulled him as deeply as I could manage.

His cock nestled against the back of my throat, but I persisted. I pushed further, and the slightest bit of him slid down my passage. Master gasped above me, and I instantly withdrew. The man rose up on his elbows along with me. "Why'd you stop?"

I smiled. "Air." My grin rose as I pushed him back down and leaned over him again, gripping the base of his decidedly harder cock gently. Once more I swallowed his length, focused this time. When he touched my throat I pushed forward, sliding him another inch down.

Master groaned loudly as I tried to swallow, my throat constructing around him. When my air was gone, I popped back off, smiling proudly. "Can you do it again?" He asked, a strange tinge to his voice, and I nodded. As I bent again, I felt his fingers weave themselves into my hair, gently following my lead.

My third attempt was the greatest. He slid past my tongue and down my throat easily, catching only at the wide middle of his great organ. "Take it slow, keep going," he urged, and I tried. Grasping his hips, I used him for leverage and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. At first I was worried he was too big...I felt like he was choking me, unable to move further. Then, with another small swallow, he popped further, completely filling my throat.

Master's fingers tightened in my hair, and I moaned against him. "Holy shit," he groaned, and I felt him push lightly against me. My nose was pressed against his crotch, taking his as deeply as possible, and it was clear he loved it.

I couldn't hold the position long. As my breath ran out, I tapped his hips urgently, and he reluctantly helped me pull back. "So that's what's so great about deep throat..." he murmured, mixed emotions displayed on his face. I took a deep breath, watching him carefully.

"Do you like it?"

He opened his eyes, gazing at me incredulously. "Yes. Have you done that before?" I shook my head, smiling again. He seemed pleased with the answer. "Can you do it longer?" I laughed, stroking him in my hand. He was like steel now, completely rigid.

"I can try. It was easier when you weren't so ready," I teased. He grinned back and waited as I stole a sip from our mug. Once rehydrated, I got back into position. His cock slid slowly, deeper and deeper, until again I was nuzzling his groin with my little nose.

The young man's cock pulsed between my lips, and I nearly giggled. Softly, I brought up my hand and tickled his balls, swallowing reflexively as I massaged him. Master's low cries made me feel like a goddess...I had found something I could do to make him moan like me!

Sadly, my air was running out rapidly. "Breathe through your nose," Master suggested, slightly breathless himself. I tried, but I was not getting enough air. I pulled back until he was again just sitting at the back of my throat, letting my tongue give a teasing lick on my way off.

Popping off, I got ready to repeat my new move, but Master quickly sat up. "Break's over." He nearly pinned me to the mattress, capturing my lips in a fiery kiss that made me buzz happily against him. My cries were muted by his addicting kisses when he slammed back into me, his granite cock filling me completely in a single stroke.

The rest of the morning was filled with tangled sheets and breathless moans. One thing was for sure...if this was how my New Year began, I couldn't wait to see what else Master had in store for me in the many months ahead.