Date: Sat, 22 May 2010 06:06:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: D.O. <celliophonic@yahoo.com>
Subject: Back In His Arms (TG, Auth)

Back In His Arms -- A Vignette

By D.O.
celliophonic@yahoo.com
5/21/10


                I stood in the doorway, framed by the moonlight. I was
wearing only my pink slut heels and pink and white bow-tie panties. Black
Master had been gone for some time and we were only now back together after
his time away. My hunger for him had never been greater. I needed him and I
hoped he needed me as well. My quimmy was so moist and ready for him. God I
needed him inside me!

                I heard the door to my home open and close; Master, of
course has his own key. My heart was beating rapidly as I listened to him
walking through the house, slowly. God, can he hurry up? He chuckles, in
his distinctive low, masculine voice, as he spots the lit, scented candles
I had set about the place as well as the rose petals I had scattered on the
floor, leading him into the boudoir.

                And then I saw him at the end of the hallway, his dark and
muscular 6'2" frame clearly visible, as the entire house was bathed in the
light of the moon. He smiled, uttered a guttural growl and moved towards
me. Within five long, powerful strides he was upon me and then his hands
were moving possessively all over me and I was where I belong, back in his
arms. His mouth covered mine in a kiss so sensuous and full of pent up
lust, that it took my breath away. His strong paws cupped my smooth
buttocks and I could already feel just how much he had missed me, his
hardness pressing into my stomach.

                Our kiss continued, tongues dueling, teeth nibbling. My
lips were bruised as Master took me as his and I melted into his brawny
physique. I loved tasting him but my mouth was watering to taste another
part of him. I pulled away from the oral lovemaking and looked deep into
his eyes, a mischievous glint in mine. He smiled and nodded his approval as
I slid down to undo his trousers and release that which I desired most. I
undid the button fly and was delighted as I reached through the fly of his
boxers and wrapped my soft hand around his heated arousal and he groans
loudly.

                Even after all the times we've been together, I never cease
to be amazed by the sheer size of Black Master's erection. It is truly a
sight to behold; it's even better having it inside you, trust me. I lightly
flick my tongue into his piss slit and he shudders as he feels me begin my
oral worshipping of him. I look up into his eyes, as he has taught me, and
I hope my love for him shines through. I'm determined to make it so. I
waste little time, swirling my licker around the plump corona, loving the
flavor of my Master. I pull his cock up with my dainty hand and run my wet
tongue up and down the underside of it. He loves it when I do this and I
make certain to keep eye contact with him the whole time, both of us
smiling.

                As I reach the bottom for the fourth time, I take a nip at
his heavy balls, playfully biting the cum-bloated low-hangers. I take each
gonad into my mouth and loll it around, wetting it and tasting it. God I
love the taste of his sac, salty and sweaty and manly. His entire shaft is
literally dripping with my spit and I'm ready to take him deep orally. I
move back up to the tip of his prick and look up to see him staring at me
with unconcealed lust. I smile broadly at him as I work my mouth over his
cockhead and then start moving down the shaft, engulfing his flesh in the
tightness of my mouth. Then I feel it hit the back of my throat, but I
control my gag reflex and Master and slave share a proud moment as we
realize together the fruits of all the practice we've put in to get to this
moment. He slides past that point and then grabs the back of my head and
about two seconds later my lips and nose are plunged into his
 thatch of wiry pubic hair. I've got 12" of black cockmeat buried down my
gullet and I have never felt more swollen with pride.

                Then Master impatiently begins to thrust and pulls his tool
out so that just the tip is in my mouth, then he rams it back in violently,
almost raping my throat as he plunges back down. I love this treatment, I
need this treatment. This is everything I want to be for Master; if I am
nothing more for the rest of my life but a cock and sperm receptacle for
him, it would make me complete. We move together like this for a few
minutes, he plows into me, holds his cock all the way down until I need a
breath then pulls back out again, mercifully allowing me to breathe for a
second, before repeating the process. And I love him for this, for making
me his suck-bitch. I will serve him like this till the end of time, till
the end of all things.

                Master grunts and I see him tightly grip the base of his
cock, desperately trying to stave off his cum. He pulls all the way out,
finally done with the rough throat-fuck. I'm gasping for breath, saliva and
throat mucus dripping out of my mouth, coating my face. But I don't care,
as long as Black Master has gotten his pleasure from his use of me.

                I barely have time to draw breath before Master pulls me up
to him and crushes his mouth back over mine again, thrusting his tongue in
as far as he can go. He's still fully dressed, with just his prick poking
out through his fly. He grabs me, not being gentle, and pulls the side ties
of my panties. They come undone easily, and in an instant I'm naked, but
for my spike heels and then I feel his beefy fingers probing me intimately,
urgently seeking out the object of his desire. His black man's pheromones
are driving me crazy as I breathe in the scent of him, the scent I have
missed all these many weeks apart. He mumbles into our kiss about how tight
and wet I am. It's true, as I feel like a mare in heat, waiting to be taken
by her stud. My little boiclitty is stiff and throbbing, but I'm not
allowed to touch myself unless Master says so.

                He reaches over to the nearby jar of lube and quickly
slathers some on his cock and then jams his fingers into me, forcing the
viscous stuff into my heated slit. If his roughness with me before when I
was sucking him is any indication, this is going to be a hard, brutal
fuck. God! I want it so bad, want Black Master so bad! I need him to take
me any way he chooses, and make me his gurl. I open my eyes and find him
staring at me intently, a look I haven't seen before painted across his
gorgeous face. Lust, yes, but there's something else... I ardently return
his kiss and his look as I feel him position himself right at the opening
to my moist quimmy.

                With one thrust, he's inside me and he gives my sphincter
no time to adjust as he spears into my rectum with a lustful viciousness
that I found myself loving and hating. Pain, more intense than I could
remember washed over me in waves as Black Master takes what is rightfully
his and I scream out with a wanton abandon. He merely lifts me up so that
he's holding me up and I instinctively wrap my smooth legs around his
waist, loving his strength. It turns me on immensely when we mate standing
up, his power is on full display and I grip his muscled shoulders and
biceps through his thin shirt. I'm crying at the pain of taking his full
12" into my bowels as far as possible. We are now as close as two humans
can be, our bodies literally fused together at the point we are joined, my
heat and wetness and velvety soft tightness surrounds his unyielding
hardness as it forces it's way into my most intimate place.

                We both groan as he slips into me and then he begins to
take me hard, our time apart causing him to fuck with a willful abandon and
a scream is ripped out of me, as if from the depths of my soul, as I am
owned by him. We collapse back into another fervent kiss, making out like
teenagers in the back seat of a car. His hands are roughly grabbing my buns
and I feel as though he may be bruising me, but I don't give a shit. All I
want is this beautiful man, my lover, to know pleasure in my body, for both
of us to take pleasure from his determined penetration.

                My hands are gripping his shoulders, the sharp nails
digging into his hard flesh, drawing a little blood. Neither of us cares,
as we continue our sloppy face suck even as we rut. We can both tell that
this can't go on for long and then amidst the sounds of skin slapping
against skin and wet squelching, it happens. I go stiff as my clitty
explodes between us and I shriek out in pure ecstasy, crying, panting and
moaning. I can feel my bowels and rectum spasming around Master's length
and I know he can feel it as well. He growls out that he's going to cum and
an instant later I feel proof of his claim as he grinds into me as deep as
he can go and then I feel his slimy wetness coating my guts and I feel as
if Black Master has just made me pregnant with his seed.

                I'm gasping to draw in breath as I realize Master is still
holding me aloft, crushing me against his hard physique. I can't believe he
is still standing with me wrapped around him. What a fucking stud! I am so
proud of my man and I softly whisper my adoration into his ear and he
chuckles at my comment. With that he lays me down on the king-sized bed in
my room, my legs still enfolding him. I look up into his dark, hard eyes
and see the emotion playing out behind them. I assume he's going to
withdraw and we'll wait a few minutes till the next go round, but then I
see the glint in his eyes and I realize he means to fuck me again, without
even pulling out. I feel him growing stiff and hard again inside me, even
as he settles in above me. It's going to be a long night. God I love this
man, my Black Master.....

 Best, D.O.
celliophonic@yahoo.com
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