Dear Master (9 page)

    As I sucked hard on Danny’s cock, I looked over at the other two boys and I realized they were also looking at me with the same, steely desire. I still had one hand around Danny’s cock, and very slowly, I began to jerk it again, watching with a mixture of horror and excitement as they both began pushing down their pants and tugging out their cocks too.

    Then they stepped towards me, and just like that I was surrounded.

    I looked up into their dirty, burning eyes and smiled, slapping Danny’s hard cock against my tongue invitingly.

    At this the three thugs grouped together around me, and I reached out and grabbed hold of the two new cocks, one in each hand, and began jerking them as rhythmically as I could, while also bobbing my head and sucking on Danny’s big black dick. As I worked the three of them as best as I could manage, their dirty hands began exploring my body in return. I couldn’t tell who was touching what, but I felt their fingers tugging my little breasts out of the vest, toying with my rock hard, tingling nips, and working at the sopping wet slit of my pussy and my swollen clit hood. A finger was even playing with my asshole, massaging its tight puckered opening in urgent circles.

    I moaned with delight, my mouth stuffed full of Danny’s pulsing, swelling cock.

    “Get up,” he commanded, and I did as I was told.

    With one quick sweep of his arm, he cleared the table of its contents, then bent me face first over it. He tugged my thong panties down over my ass cheeks, and I heard them rip a little in the process.

    “Now spread your ass,” he said.

    I reached behind myself and pulled my buttocks apart, knowing with a mixture of shame and delight, that my most private part was there on display for these three ghetto boys. They gathered around my backside, licking their fingers and stroking at my asshole and pussy, toying with me, sending wave after wave of trembling delight through my tiny body.

    The two boys whose names I didn’t know came and stood around the front side of the table, thrusting their rock solid cocks towards my gasping face. As I reached out and grabbed them, guiding them both towards my open mouth, I felt Danny bending down behind me, stuffing his full face into my ass, and I felt his hot wet tongue sliding up and down the yearning, tingling cleft between my asshole and my pussy lips in hungry, eager licks.

He was groaning with pleasure, too, and I turned my focus again to the two cocks in front of me, wondering how best to tackle them. So I began stroking one while sucking the other.

“Oh fuck,” the thug I was stroking grunted. “I’m gonna blow!”

And then, with an audible squirting, hissing sound, his hard purple cock spurted out the biggest gob of hot white cum I’ve ever seen. It flew in thick spurts, across my face and shoulder, quickly cooling on my skin. When he was finished cumming, he drew back and leant against the wall, his flaccid cock still dripping and a filthy grin on his face as he lit up a joint and continued watching the action.

I pulled the dick from my mouth and turned my head to look at Danny over my shoulder. He was still knelt down, his face stuffed deep in my ass and pussy.

“Fuck me,” I shouted. “Fuck me hard!”

He pulled his head out from between my legs and I could see that his chin was slicked wet with my pussy juices.

Without another word, he stood up again and this time he slid his hot black rod into my tight, wet pussy. With delight, I felt it sliding in and sliding in and with a final gasp, I felt his swollen balls slap against my skin. Oh, Master, it felt so good I had to shout out loud.

“Oh fuck,” I squealed in delight. “That’s right!”

Then I turned once again to face the other thug’s cock, wanting that to fill my whole mouth and throat, too, the way Danny was filling up my pussy. I wanted to be the piece of meat in the middle of these dirty black gangbangers. I wanted to be filled up and fucked completely. I wanted to feel their hot spunk pumping into all my holes at the same time. Trembling with nerves and delight, I guided the second thug’s cock back into my hungry mouth and then grabbed his buttocks, urging him to fuck my throat, to fill my face completely with himself.

He obliged eagerly, thrusting forward, and I felt his cock head nudging against my tonsils and for a brief moment I gagged. I’d only ever read about deep throating before now, but I thought I knew what to do. I swallowed and at the same time pulled him even closer towards me, and yes, I felt his cock head nudge right past my tonsils and into my throat. There was a moment of panic when I thought I might not be able to breathe, and then with relief I found I could still get air okay through my nose.

My eyes began streaming as he fucked my throat and, simultaneously, Danny began pumping my tight pussy from behind. I looked over to the third teen in the corner with a pleading gaze and as if by magic, he seemed to be able to tell exactly what I wanted. Dropped his half-finished joint and grinding it out beneath his bright white sneaker, he stepped up to me, moistened two fingers by sucking them into his dirty, grinning mouth, and then pressed them hard against the puckered opening of my ass. I relaxed my muscles as much as I could and sure enough I felt his hot fingers slip gently inside my willing butthole, the waves of pleasure now crashing violently through my body.

I wanted to scream out with joy but my mouth was still stuffed deep and hard with cock.

And just like that, the three black teens fucked me, each working away on my body: one fucking my mouth and throat with his veiny purple rod, one slamming my tight wet pussy with his hard black dick and one fucking my slackening asshole with his dirty stumpy fingers. It was as if they could tell I was about to come, too, because as my body began to buck and pulse with my orgasm, their fucking became even more urgent and intense in response. These three dirty thugs seemed to know even more about my body than I did – they knew just what to do, working me with their fingers and cocks, as an intense orgasm crashed through my body.

At almost the same moment, I felt one cock swell and squirt in my throat, the hot jets of his spunk sliding down my gulping throat, my eye make-up spilling and streaming down my hot red cheeks. And then behind me Danny cried out too – he must have been able to feel my pussy contracting and clenching as I came – and his hot seed pulsed in deep squirts inside me …

“You want to stick around, smoke some weed?” he asked me afterwards.

I shook my head and pulled on my jeans.

“I’m keeping these,” another thug grunted, shaking my torn thong panties at me.

I smiled and nodded.

I was surprised, Master, when they walked me back out of their neighborhood and helped me flag down a taxi. “Wouldn’t want a sweet young thing like you getting raped now,” Danny said with a grin.

I waved them goodbye, then drove straight home.

I’m still trembling Master.

How much longer until you fuck me?

Slut

You are almost there. There is just one more assignment I’d like you to complete, and then your slut training is complete. I can’t wait to fuck you again, Slut, and this time I am going to come so hard inside you. Don’t you worry. I’m so proud of you and so glad that you replied to my advert.

Speaking of adverts, if you were to log onto the classifieds pages right now, you would see a certain advert posted - seeking men of all sizes and ages for a local gang bang with one willing young slut.

And do you know who that is?

That’s right, it’s you, Slut.

I’m arranging a gang bang at a motel. You’ll receive an invite soon, just like everyone else who replies to my posting. And what I want you to do, Slut, is to
wait, completely naked, in that motel room and let absolutely everyone who comes through that door fuck you however and wherever they like
.

Understand?

Because once you’ve done that for me, Slut, I think you will finally be the slut I am looking for.

Once you’ve done this final assignment, I will fuck you.

Master  

I received the invite just yesterday. It felt so strange to read it and know that I was the slut you were talking about. I just hoped I wouldn’t disappoint all those men you invited. I imagined all sorts of men receiving the same invite — teachers, fathers, mechanics, unemployed guys — all reading the location of the motel and the description of me and getting hard as they thought about fucking my tight young holes.

I did as you instructed, Master, letting myself into the empty unlocked motel room, getting undressed and taking a quick shower. Then I took my seat on the edge of the bed and waited. It was a little cold in the room and I shivered, feeling my nipples stiffening and the breath in my lungs as I waited.

Then I heard voices, low male voices, outside. I walked to the window and peeped outside. A crowd had gathered. I quickly padded back to the bed and waited once more. But I didn’t have to wait very long.

Soon the door opened and the men began stepping into the room in turn. 

It was so strange to think that each of these regular guys was about to fuck me.

“Hey,” I said, nervously, the dim light in the room making it hard to pick out the faces of the guys who entered. They were all different ages and body types. Some were young built. Some were rangy and thin and middle-aged looking. Some were short. Some were tall. One was short and squat with a large pot belly and grey-white hair.

I wanted to ask what happened next, how this was supposed to work exactly, but I found I was too scared to open my mouth. I looked over to one man, who was standing nearest to me and watching the scene, a thin smile on his lips. I wondered if this was you, Master. Anyway, whoever he was, he came and took a seat next to me on the bed.

“No need to look like that,” he said softly, brushing the hair out of my eyes. “We all just want to have fun … Like you.”

I turned to him and smiled, still not sure what to do. From the corner of my eye, I could see the dark shapes of the other men as they began to circle slowly around me and I felt my breathing become shallow and my heart hammering against my ribs.

I turned to face the man on the bed, staring into his eyes, which were wide and black. Slowly I put my trembling hand on his crotch, feeling the heat coming up from it, feeling his hardness beneath the denim of his jeans. Then I leant in, lowering my head into this stranger’s lap, tugging urgently at his belt buckle and the fly of his jeans. The man too began freeing himself, shifting a little to tug his shorts and jeans down over his thighs, so that his thick red cock sprang free. I could smell it, Master. He obviously hadn’t washed in a while. With a final breathy gasp, I grabbed it and quickly wrapped my lips around it, feeling it pulse hotly against my tongue as I began to suck on it, closing my eyes, as all around us, these horny strangers watched me suck on his dirty, unwashed cock.

As my bobbed her head up and down on it, making his smelly, meaty dick all shiny and wet with my saliva, I felt him reaching between my legs, his hot fingers sliding tantalizingly up and down the entrance to my pussy, working my whole body up into a squirming state of arousal as my pussylips became soaking wet and my clit began to throb and tingle beneath his fingers. It seemed he knew just what to do to get me off, and before long I grunted, clamping my lips tight around the swollen pink head of his dick as a quick but powerful orgasm swept through me.

When it was over, I pulled his cock free of my mouth with a wet pop, and then looked up from his lap to the dark shapes of the other men standing watching me, just a few feet away, my whole body still shivering and tingling with my own pleasure.