SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (32 page)

“When my…my…”

“Say it.  And spread your legs apart so I can see.”

“Aaah…when my master touches me I get so wet…”

And she felt it.  As soon as the words left her mouth she felt her clit become engorged with blood and her pussy drip in anticipation.

“Holy shit…what are you doing to me…”

“What do you think?  When your master touches you, he makes you come.  Say it.”

“Unghhh…” she said, still feeling her wetness increase to the point of discomfort.  Her scent was everywhere.  Her juices were flowing right in front of his face.

“Say it.”

“When my master touches me…he makes me…”

Before she finished, Othlo put his fingers firmly up her pussy and folded them back reaching her G-spot just like a Tantric God ought to.

“Ohhhh God!” she cried, just as he began applying stronger pressure to her body’s most sensitive spot.

“What did I tell you to say?”

“Ohhhhh!  Ohhh I can’t talk!”

“What?”

“Ohhhh!” she groaned, spasming back and forth as the man pummeled her G-spot and sent her juices splashing.  “Please…please…you’re gonna…”

“Say it.”

“When my master touches me he makes me cum!”

“Good,” he said, still finger fucking her black pussy so hard and fast.

“Ohhh Jesus!”

“Open your pussy,” he commanded.  “Let me see what is mine.”

“Mmmm-hmmmm…”

She flinched nervously while spreading her lips apart for his viewing pleasure. 

“Good.  Now what happens when your master touches you?”

“Aaaah…please…please…I get wet…”

“That’s right.  Good slave.”

He sent his fingers up to her G-spot again but this time rested his face on her patch of pubic hair, putting his mouth around her throbbing clit.

“Oh Sensei.  It’s too much…”

“What do you say?”

“Oh God…my master…”

He started licking her clit firm and fast with his unbreakable tongue. 

“Ohhh!” she screamed, shoving her pubic patch straight into his nose and mouth, and humping his face.  “My master!  My master!  Makes me wet…makes me cum…”

He began humming on her clit while he licked it, still exerting pressure in her pussy, while milking her G-spot. 

“Ohhhh!” she cried again, grabbing her hair and pulling.  Othlo opened his ferocious but focused eyes and watched her breasts jiggle back and forth, her thick black nipples shining like chocolate.  He issued commands to her with her thick clitoris still filling his mouth, causing a pleasant humming feeling that felt like a vibrator’s edge.

“Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!”  She started panting. 

“I said look at me,” he commanded, drawing back so he could speak.  “You look at me when I fuck you.”

“Yes…yes…”

She struggled to meet his daunting eyes but she did it.  His naked power was amazing and just holding eye contact was a sensual experience.  She panted deep and shallow as she stared into his eyes, totally submissive, as he returned to sucking her big clit while milking her G-spot ruthlessly.

“What do you do when your master-?”

“Ohhh God!  Stop!” she screamed, her pelvis shooting upward in a strong pang of orgasm.  “Stop asking me…”

“What do you do?”

“I get wet!  I get wet, master!”

He stroked her G-spot harder until he let go and the woman screamed bloody murder.  She began squirting out of her beautiful black pussy and spasming all over the ground.  Her cum fountain shot him right in the face, only provoking him to get even dirtier.  He lunged forward going right back to her wet and contracting pussy hole and licking her juices clean.

“Ohhh God I’m cumming again!” she screamed, this time shooting another squirt onto his face while making a big, eyes-squinting O-face.  Her pussy squirmed back and forth and dripped wetness, even while her master continued challenging her—licking her cunthole and still fingering her throbbing clit.

“Yeeeees!” she screamed.  “Eat my pussy out!”

He slapped her pubic bone with his hand, making sure she squirted every last orgasmic seizure she had left inside—all the while forcing her to keep eye contact with him.  She struggled to maintain the stare and barely succeeded, almost shutting her eyes in afterglow lethargy, but still making sure to take in his presence, ingraining his image in her mind’s eye.

“Get cleaned up,” he commanded.  He kneeled to his knees then to his feet.  He wiped her feminine juices from his lips and walked on his way to the shower.

“Yes…yes…”

Othlo always had very unpredictable and stern reactions to sex.  He was a brilliant and intense lover but not quite so personable in bedroom manner.  In fact, he considered his tryst with Viola to be a big mistake.  An incident in which he lost total control.  The next time she came in, he felt it necessary to confront her and inform her about the misunderstanding. 

“What happened was a loss of control on my part.  Shameful.  I was attracted to you and I failed to rise above fleshly temptation.” 

“Is that all it was?” she said with a smile.

“YES.  That’s all it was.”

“I see,” she said going back to a frown.

“Never speak of this again.  It was a failure of etiquette.  A mistake never to be repeated.”

But Viola wasn’t satisfied.  She continued to question him and flirt, not getting the hint.  The Master Othlo eventually lost patience with her and banished her from private lessons. 

But the mistake was in letting her still come to public sessions…

IV

The

Othlo watched in agony as Viola worked out right in front of him, performing stretches and martial arts moves all the while wearing tight yoga pants which showed the good master everything—from her dynamite bubble cheeks ass to the outline of her camel toe and modest patch of pubes. 

He tried to ignore her obvious plea for attention.

“Okay, class today we’re going to discuss what ass…”

He stared down at Viola’s tight pants, so bunched up in the crotch area, and with just a dab of moisture—as if the woman was getting wet in class, just from hearing him talk.

“Uh…assuming your opponent’s style.  Excuse me.  I need a moment.”

He dismissed the rest of the class and grabbed Viola, taking her forcefully over to the side.  “What are you doing?”

“I’m just following orders, master.”

“The game is over.  No more.”

“No more games.  I’m just working out with the rest of the class.  I can’t help it if your dirty mind is easily distracted.”  She smiled and then walked back to join the class.

Images of the woman’s amazing smackable ass invaded his mind.  Try though he might to avoid thinking fleshly thoughts, Viola’s body was amazing.  Not only dark black skin and a tight pair of cheeks but just the right smell, just the right internal temperature.  He put his fingers in his mouth, in deep contemplation, and no doubt remembering the fine quality of her cunt pie.

He shook the dirty thoughts away.  But just as he strengthened his resolve and returned to class there she was, stretching and bending over, giving him a better look of her pussy, ass and even her taint in between, as she stretched so far she showed the master everything.

He sighed softly, as he peered down to see an inconvenient erection developing in his pants.  Evil energy was pumped through his body settling in his throbbing erection, which only grew stronger.  Finally, he snapped and grabbed Viola by the arm again, taking her past the side stage and beyond the dressing room to his office.

He slammed the door behind them and pushed her down, bent over on his desk.  He smacked her buttcheeks with a huge blow, giving her reason to cry out in ecstasy and agony.  He put his mouth to her cheeks and kissed them through the hot pink spandex.  He bit her ass and chomped loving the scent and taste of Viola’s most forbidden body parts.

Othlo kept her pinned down to the desk with his firm hand and used the other one to grab a chunk of the spandex and pull.  He tore the material open and ripped it down the middle exposing Viola’s scintillating ass.  He lusted after her fine derriere so badly he just took his face to her buttcheeks and rubbed his lips on them. 

He tore the pants further and then ripped them off her body completely, leaving her naked pussy and bush showing.  Just his presence seemed to make her wet, as if her subconscious had already been fed commands on when to get wet.

“You want to pressure me, slave?  Try to tell me what to do?”

He smacked her ass cheek hard again, leaving her in groaning anticipation.

“Yes, master.”

“You want me to fuck your pussy?”

“Yes!”

“No.  You don’t tell me what to do.  I decide punishments for you.”

“Please…punish me.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his rock hard 11 inch cock, making her do a double take.  She clenched her pussy lips together, readying for a tight squeeze. 

But she was assuming too much.  Instead of penetrating her wetness, he reached into her pussy walls and grabbed some natural lube.  Then he stuck his lubed fingers into her anus prepping her for entry.

“Ohh!  Master!”

“Shhh.  Relax.  I’m here with you.  It will feel good.  I promise.”

“Uh huh…please…please…fill me up…” she said in a throaty voice, still feeling hot from his anal probe.

He forced her back down to the desk again and raised her butt high into the air.  Her anus was petite, dark black and all spread out for him.  The good slave spread her cheeks apart giving her master sensei a good view of everything she had that was his for the taking.  Even before he slid his massive cock inside she felt his imminence coming.  He was so thick and so long and veiny she groaned just thinking about how he would feel.  He finally penetrated her delicate hole and took his time. 

He carefully inserted his long cockhead into her wet anus.  He took it slow at first, instructing her to bear down and prepare to take him deep. 

She did as she was told and concentrated on the feeling, flexing her pelvic and anal sphincter muscles letting him come inside deeper.

“OHhhh God!” she moaned, writhing on the desk and squirming her ass back and forth.  Her hungry lover had already pushed more inches of cock into her asshole and was so deep it would be difficult to pull out quickly.

She controlled her breathing and began rhythmically pushing in and out from her anus and vagina, feeling those orgasmic waves come in.

“Ohhh fuck!” she said, finally feeling the pangs of orgasm coming over her, as he pussy began spasming because of indirect anal stimulation.  “Ohhhh God, your cock is so deep…”

“What does that do?”

“MMMmm!” she hummed loudly, pounding the desk hard with her fists.  “Mmmmm!  Makes me so wet for you.  So wet…”

She felt her pussy drenching again, all the while feeling his cock buried deep inside her warm butthole. 

“What else?” he said, grabbing her by the hair.

“Awwhhhh!” she said, reaching over and throwing items off the desk in a frenzy.  “Master…makes me…cum!”

“Take it deeper.”

“Ohhhh shit!” she cried out, holding the edge of the desk and sending her ass higher, giving him even more space to penetrate.  “Ohh fuck my ass master!”

“Good slave.  Good.”

“Ohhhh!  Oh God you’re so deep.  Fuck my hole!”

He increased the pace of his insertions and withdraws, fucking her faster and putting her lube to good use, by slipping inside her wet asshole and anal fucking her to nirvana.

“Yes!  Yes!  Ohhh Gawd I’m gonna cum!”

He shoved his cock in even deeper and reached the inner limits, sending her into a screaming fit and a full body shake.  He literally felt her ass cum, judging by the deep inner quiver that bounced so powerfully both her pussy and ass felt the tremor.  She drooled out of her mouth onto the desk and kept her mouth wide open in surrender, shaking in place as his manhood invaded her sacred orifice.  He was buried so deep in her butthole she knew even if she pushed him out, he would take a long fucking journey just to pull himself out. 

She came hard at the idea, jiggling her fleshy black ass for his amusement—that is until he spanked her cheeks hard, treating them like drums, as he continued fucking and pounding her every sensitive spot.

“Ohhh…Ohhhh that felt so good…” she said in a state of dizziness.

Othlo slowly pulled out of her ass, always mindful not to hurt her or be too harsh.  His sexual quirk was dominance and his manner was stern to say the least.  But he believed in safety and pleasure.  Sex was the one discipline where regimen wasn’t the most important thing.  Pleasure was the point, not just transcendence.

“Am I your little black slut?” she asked with a tired and giddy smile.

But somehow the question upset him.