Quivering and trembling, I hear him speak again. "Just to remind you, Elizabeth, you can tell me to stop at any time, but if you do, everything stops, and you go home. Say yes if you understand.""Yes."I am almost palpitating now to have my Master inside me. His penis pushes against my pussy lips and I move my hips to accommodate his huge erection, tilting myself for easy access. The vibe was a poor substitute for what I truly want. I pulse with arousal, frantic now to have that cock, to swallow it within, to take it as far as it will go, balls-deep into me. Once, twice, it pushes against me, easing me open, slippery and wet. My pussy muscles jump in reflex, tightening around my Master, as he hesitates on the brink, not yet penetrating, not yet filling me as I want."What do you want, Elizabeth? You may speak."I don't hesitate. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me."His penis eases against my pussy and my muscles twitch. I lean back as far as I can, to take it, but again, he pulls awa
"What do you think?" Those blue, blue eyes stare into mine. At some level, I feel that I should be outraged. This man, who I only met earlier today, is offering me a position as his personal ... what? Concubine? Mistress? Whore? Call girl?But it doesn't feel like that. I like him. And he seems to like me. And if I could concentrate on my studies instead of cleaning up rooms after some jerk has had too much booze and thrown up ...He is still silent, gazing steadily into my face.I make up my mind. "When do I start?"He nods and smiles, then looks at me and says, "When do I start, Master?"Yes, of course. I cast my eyes down. "When do I start, Master?""Right now," he says cheerfully, but then pauses. "Outside this apartment, a simple Sir will be sufficient I think.""Yes, Master. And what would you like me to do, Master? Right now?""I assume you can type? Yes? There's a computer and printer in the office through there." He points at another door. "You can start by wr
Arriving at the Haswell Corporation office building, all steel and plate glass, I hand over the letter at the reception. The receptionist checks my name against a day book and directs me to the tenth floor, where I find a second reception desk, with a pleasant-looking woman sitting behind it.Again, I hold out the letter. "Hello, my name is Elizabeth Kimberley. I was told to report here."The woman smiles. "Ah, yes, Miss Kimberley. Mr Haswell is expecting you. I'll tell him you're here."She buzzes through on an intercom. "Mr Haswell, Elizabeth Kimberley for you.""Thank you, Francis," replies the voice I came to know so well yesterday, under such unusual circumstances. "I'll just be five minutes. Please ask her to take a seat."Francis points me to a row of low chairs, and gesturing to a coffee thermos on a low table, she says, "Make yourself comfortable, Miss Kimberley. Do help yourself to some coffee." But I am feeling too nervous already to want more coffee now.After a
I am feeling more reassured. "So, what happens now?""Francis will take you to HR. They'll take you through the usual formalities, and then we'll put you through the usual intern routine. You will spend time in every department of the company: finance, procurement, marketing, everything. You will see the whole machine, and we can find out how much you already know and see where you can fit in best."He leans back in his seat, holding me with his eyes. "Now, about your other duties—when you finish here for the day, you will go home and put on the clothes you will find waiting for you. Wear your hair up, as you have it now. I expect to see you in my suite at eight o'clock. Any questions?""Um, I'm not sure what to call you."He laughs. "Here, I am Mr Haswell. When I take you out to dinner, I am Richard. In my apartment, you will call me Master. Understood?""Yes, Mr Haswell.""Finish your coffee." He buzzes the intercom again. "Francis, can you take Elizabeth to HR please?"
I knock on the door and Richard Haswell, billionaire owner of one of the largest corporations in the world, my Master, opens the suite door, inviting me in with an outstretched arm. Inside, he takes my coat, slipping it from my shoulders, and hanging it carefully in a closet. Dressed casually again, he wears a loose white linen shirt and tight black jeans.He leans in to kiss me, looking closely at my face. "Are you all right, Elizabeth? You seem upset."I nod, not wanting to discuss what has just happened. "I'm fine. It's nothing." He holds my gaze, clearly not believing me, but then changes the subject. "Have you eaten? Are you hungry?""Err, yes, I'm hungry. Actually, I didn't eat," I say. Then flushing, I add, "I was excited by all the lovely things you sent. Thank you."Richard smiles, nodding in acknowledgement. "You're welcome, Elizabeth, and I see you have used them well. Come over here into the light. I want to see you." Richard leads me to stand by the window, t
It is difficult to move at all, and as I try to obey, I totter, all my weight on my wrists for a moment. From his kneeling position, my Master forces my ankles farther apart, and farther, until I can barely stand at all, my wrists taking the strain. He unwraps my legs from the folds of the skirt, tucking the fabric behind me."That's better," he says. "Now we have you properly presented."Standing back, he starts to strip, his eyes never leaving mine as he removes his shirt. I am entranced by his tight, lean muscled body, by the dark line of hair leading from his navel to his belt and below. Broad-shouldered and tight waisted, I want nothing more than for him to fuck me stupid. His black jeans, previously a perfect fit, are straining at the front, and as he unbelts and unzips, his manhood stands upright against him, firm against his flat stomach. I watch, hypnotised by his beautiful physique, staring at his erection.He follows my stare and grins. "Like what you see, Elizabeth? D
My Master's erection is huge, and at almost any other time, I would struggle to accommodate him, but in my state of screaming arousal, he sheathes himself, full-length, straight into my dripping passage, pounding into me.I scream again, and an orgasm wells up once more, my pussy walls grasping and gripping as they throb around him.His hand leaves my back and I feel him grasping me by the waist, forcing me back and forth against his rhythm, heightening the drive of his shaft, intensifying his already deep thrusting as he rams into me, plunging into my depths.Through my own cries, I hear him moan and gasp, feel the pulsing of his cock spurting into me. For moments, he holds shuddering against me, then relaxes down onto me with a gasp.For half a minute, he simply lies on top of me spent, before taking a couple of deep breaths. I feel him kiss the back of my neck. "That was good, Elizabeth. Thank you." He pulls away, moving to unshackle me.He throws me a white terry cloth r
His breathing is patchy, and looking up, I see him looking back down at me, watching as his cock slides in and out of my mouth. With my lips, I give him as tight of a grip as I can, and with my hands, I feel his tension build. His balls tighten and harden, his musky scent growing stronger as his flow increases. I taste his essence filling my mouth, and then, with a groan, he grabs my head firmly, pinning me and thrusting hard into my mouth. My hands prevent him from filling my throat, but as he spurts I gag, his cum hitting the back of my throat. His pelvis flexes and bucks as he shoots into me and cum dribbles from my lips, dripping onto my breasts.As he relaxes, he pulls my head back, withdrawing from me a little and turning my face upwards. "Don't even think about spitting," he says, his eyes intense as he watches me lick my lips clean and swallow his cream. He reaches down, and with one finger, he wipes the cum from my breasts and holds his finger to my mouth. "Finish it." And I