“Best three out of five?” Kelsey said, adjusting her goggles and looking at her watch.
“You know… for the master-slave thing?”
Eric smiled wryly, knowing that as a former collegiate swimmer, Kelsey had him on this one.
“Sure,” he sighed. “50 or 100?”
“100s, you lazy ass.”
Eric pushed off the wall hoping to get a few strokes in before Kelsey could react. Maybe he could pull off one win, but the prospects for overall victory were pretty dismal.
Exhausted as he pulled up at the end of the fourth hundred, he touched the wall two body lengths short of Kelsey. There she was, grinning at him as she pulled off her goggles and swim cap
She smiled coyly, “Well you little bitch, get ready. I’m in my fertile phase.”
Eric watched her spring out of the pool, her broad but still feminine shoulders and long legs glistening; her dark blue maillot race suit pulled high and tight to her gorgeous ass.
“Not a bad loss…being a bitch to her,” Eric thought to himself, still struggling to catch his breath.
They arrived at Kelsey’s apartment. She unlocked the door and stepped aside and motioned Eric inside, pushing him slightly but firmly in the back.
“No ball gags,” he said.
“Oh no my pet,” she smiled, “I will be needing your mouth tonight.”
She dropped her bag, grabbed the wet towel and suit and disappeared into the bedroom.
“Sit on the couch and think of a safe word.”
Eric sighed, a bit apprehensive, since this was only the second time for master-slave. And he was master last time. He certainly trusted her, but something in her demeanor suggested things would get, well, a bit wild.
“Get your clothes off, little bitch,” she called from the bedroom.
Dutifully, he stripped and sat back on the couch, a bit awkward but noticing the inevitable excitement building in his cock.
Kelsey came out in high heels, a black leather skirt and a black lace camisole, the straps loose on her shoulders. She thrust her right foot to his chest, pinning his back to the couch. He caught a brief glimpse of her pussy, already a bit wet.
“Safe word?”
“Strap-on?”
She pushed her foot a bit more firmly.
“Not funny bitch. Safe word?”
“Limoncello”
She smiled a bit at the mention of her favorite digestif and the irony of using it as a safe word.
“Limoncello, it is. On your hands and knees, pet.
He did as she said and looked down at her feet.
“Lick them.”
Eric began to tongue the smooth leather of her Italian shoes, tasting and smelling the richness of the leather. She leaned forward slightly and pushed his neck down, moaning softly as he licked the tops of her feet and his tongue probed the space between her toes. He continued, his own excitement building, surprisingly, as his ministrations became more vigorous and passionate.
“That’s it pet, lick my feet.”
She steadied herself and brought her left foot to his back, rubbing it with the edge of her heel and then pressing the heel firmly into him. He shuddered slightly at the pain but continued licking her feet and shoes.
She sat on the couch and leaned back.
“Kneel pet. And watch”
She started to play with her breasts through the thin lace of the camisole. He couldn’t help himself and started to stroke his cock. Seeing this, she leaned forward, grabbed the back of his head hard and pulled his face towards her.
“Don’t you fucking dare, bitch. I said watch!” she breathed angrily, teeth clenched. “Do that without my permission and these heels will find their way to you tiny balls.”
She stood up and walked to the bedroom. Returned with a silk scarf, she ordered, “Hands behind your back!”
She tied his hands firmly swung her leg over his head and sat back down on the couch.
“Now where was I? Ah yes, of course.” She started her breast play again, this time propping her heels on Eric’s shoulders. She parted her legs slightly and he gazed longingly as her moist outer lips as they began to swell through her dark trimmed pubic hair.
“Like what you see, pet?” She breathed deeply, letting the shoulder straps fall, freeing her breasts. She fingered and pinched her nipples and brought one to her mouth, licking and biting it. Her other hand began to rub her pussy, gently at first, but then more vigorously. She began to finger herself, first one, then two, then four fingers as she came loudly, pushing Eric over as her legs extended uncontrollably.
He fell awkwardly, unable to catch his fall. She stood over him, straddling his head so his gaze landed on her throbbing pussy. Not content with the first orgasm, Kelsey began to run herself again. She undid her dress and whipped off the cami before she lowered herself onto Eric’s face.
“Don’t you fucking say limoncello bitch.”
She rode his face hard, grabbing her breasts. She played with them roughly before she reached down and grabbed his head, forcing his tongue on to her swollen clit. She screamed as he sucked and licked her. She leaned back, sliding her lips along his mount and chin, letting his willing tongue probe and lick her ass. She lifted one hand from the back of his head and stroked herself, coming loudly as Eric’s tongue reached deep into her ass, ejaculate from her swollen pussy flooding his face. He, barely able to breach , was so turned on, but lay trapped by her powerful legs and the silk scarf binding his hands.
She stood up, a bit wobbly from the orgasms and the swim that made her master. She smile as she looked at his erect cock, harder that she had ever seen. She gently kicked and rubbed the heel along its vein. It pulsated, longing for release.
“Not yet, pet, I’m not finished with you.”
She disappeared to the bedroom again and he could hear her rustling around as he struggled to his knees, still tasting and smelling her rich essence that covered his face.
She strode back, heels off but wearing a strap-on with a long thick pink ribbed dildo that looked like the cock from some mythical beast. She casually tossed a tube of lube as she made her way towards him.
“Well that’s new,” Eric said, his voice a bit wavering as he contemplated what was sure to come next.
“Slaves don’t talk… but since you pleased me so just now… women’s swim practices can led to some very experimental moments.”
She pointed to the couch and Eric knee walked towards it. She pushed him down into the cushion as she cracked open the lube and spread a generous amount along his crack and pushed it deep into his rectum with her finger.
He gasped sharply as her finger spread the lube.
“Don’t worry pet. I’ll be gentle. At first.” She giggled as she spread more lube on the beast like dildo, the leaned against him and breathed into his ear.
“At first, at first.”
Eric felt the dildo between his ass cheeks as Kelsey reached around and stroked his cock with her lubed hand. He almost came at her touch, but she knowingly backed off. Opening his ass cheeks with one hand, she guided the tip of the dildo into his tight ass.
He again gasped sharply as it entered.
“Relax, relax”
And he did, letting her enter him. She thrust gently, barely moving the dildo in and out. His muscles began to soften and he felt the dildo tickle his prostrate. He moaned deeply as Kelsey leaned the dildo into his p-spot, grinding and twisting as Eric fell into a mesmerizing prostate orgasm. Semen dribbled, then shot from his cock as Kelsey caught some with her free hand.
Kelsey reached around and fed his essence to him. He licked tentatively at first but soon sucked her fingers greedily. He was still rock hard and still turned on and still wanting more.
Kelsey sensed this and began to work the dildo further in. She pressed the base against her own sex, increasing the pace and reached around to grab Eric’s cock. She grasped it tightly, still wet with cum and stroked him hard. His gutter moans deepened now as Kelsey, herself so hot and turned on, thrust the alien cock to its base, pressing it hard against her throbbing pussy.
Eric screamed, guttural as he came, shooting cum over the side of the couch. Kelsey was on the verge now; she pulled the dildo out of his ass, flipped him so he faced her and rubbed her clit with one hand while the other pushed and stroked the base of the dildo against her throbbing pussy She came wildly, her sweet ejaculate pouring over his face and chest, mixing with his cum. She could barely stand and fell into him, her sweaty torso rubbing against his, their cum bonding them together.
“Slave, you need to hug me.”
“I can’t, remember you tied me up?”
She laughed, reached around and undid the scarf and the two fell into a deep embrace, kissing deeply…exhausted.
“Tomorrow,” Eric whispered, “Best 3 out 5?”
“On a run? No fucking way.”