My Sweet, Sweet Pet Gets Her First BBC

About a week before my 19th birthday, Mistress had a surprise for me.  She said I would really enjoy it, but as a condition of my surprise, I could play with myself, touch myself, and enjoy myself as much as I wanted, but I could not orgasm without her permission.

She told me she was going to take me someplace I would enjoy very much.  She told me to wear something sexy, a short black dress that covered my assets and hinted at the richness underneath.  I was not to wear any underwear, no thong, no bra, no hose.  And I was to be waiting at exactly 8 pm with in my dress, black heels, my collar and nothing more.  Oh and be sure to bring my blind fold.

Over the next couple of days, try as I might to discover what Mistress had planned she would not tell me anymore, nor would she let me cum.  The curiosity and longing increased my desire and I very much wanted release.  I begged, I pleaded, I appealed and tried to remember all her favorite fantasies, to no avail.  I even got mad at her but she would not give me relief. 

When I woke up on the morning of my birthday, a dream was still I my thoughts as consciousness broke.  It was a sexy dream and I remember the contentedness of being with my Miss.  I remember pleasing her and wanting her to touch me.  As I opened my eyes and the dream faded, I realized the impact of my dream, my pussy was wet and my desire was in full bloom.  I wanted to touch myself and answer the need I felt in my gut.  But I did not dare, for I knew that if I started I would not be able to stop. 

All day, my thoughts turned to daydreams about what my Mistress had planned.  We had talked of many fantasies and I was sure one was about to become real, but which one!!!  

When school was finally over, I hurried back to my apartment and began to prepare. 

I started with a nice long bath, soaking.  I added lots of bubbles and lotions to the water and sat drinking a glass of wine and relaxed.  It was not the same thing as masturbating, but the tension eased out of me, leaving only desire and anticipation. 

I shaved and pampered my body and my sex.  I left a little tuff of hair, a landing strip above my clit.  I got out some lotion and carefully applied the cooling, healing rub where my hair and razor had once been.  I was careful not to touch my clit or dip into myself as I was I would cum at the least little provocation.  I dabbed my favorite perfume and even though Miss had not mentioned any jewelry, I put on my favorite stud that pierced my hood.  The cool shaft felt good against my clit and my fingers almost strayed too long as they gently positioned the stud, occasionally pulling my lips apart and touching my clit.  I really wanted to finger myself, but I knew that Mistress would know if I did at this late date and I stopped as I had been ordered.

I put on my little black dress, shaking with excitement.  I was breathing hard, my muscles almost ached with tension.  I had earlier searched out my most favorite black heels, my best pair of CFMN pumps and now with them on admired the way they shaped my leg.  I admired the effect in my full length mirror.  I thought I looked good.  My ass was firm, my breasts though not huge were firm and pert, my stomach was flat and my long auburn hair cascaded over my shoulders, down my back and covered much of my pink collar.  My pink collar was my favorite.  The contrast between my black dress, my black pumps and my very white skin and my very pink collar was very noticeable and seemed to highlight and increase my collar’s significance.   

As I walked out the door, I grabbed my blindfold that Miss had send me and held it tight in my hand. Its presence comforted me.  My collar and my blindfold were symbols of my submissiveness and my allegiance to my Mistress.  They were the outward symbols of her control over me.  They represented my surrender to her, my willingness to do whatever she asked, my obedience to her love and care.  As excited and apprehensive as I was I also was sure that whatever would happen to me night, I would be safe in her care.  Keys in one hand, collar in the other, I finally left my apartment and started on my way to my Mistress and the surprise she had awaiting me.  My heart was pounding in my chest.  I felt dampness between my thighs and an ache deep in my sex. 

I drove quickly to the corner where I was to be picked up.  I parked close by and tried to steady myself.  It was a cool December evening, but I was warm all over.  My breathing was ragged and uneven and the dampness between my thighs as seemed to be growing.  I wondered if the back of my dress was still dry.  Seconds pasted by that seemed like hours.  

Waiting until exactly the stroke of eight, I got of my car, walked to the corner and waited some more. I imagined that I looked like a hooker there on the street and hoped no one would notice or stop to inquire about my offering or skills.  

My heart pounding, I saw some headlights approach.  My pussy was so wet I felt a drop of my juices slide down my inner thigh and dribble down my calf.  I wanted to catch it but I could not move. When the car revealed itself to me, I realized it was a limo.  I also realized that I had been holding my breath when I exhaled deeply and still very nervously, wondering if this was my Miss.  The limo stopped with its back door in front of me.  Still frozen and not knowing what to do, I watched as the driver got out of the car.  He was tall and handsome and ebony.  He looked very handsome and trim.  I was so absorbed watching I did not realize that he was talking to me.  “Miss Leslie?” he asked

The question finally registered, but all I could do was nod.  I tried to speak, but all I could manage was a small yes.

He smiled, walked around to the door, opened it and said “Miss Samantha requests that you join her.”

Looking down, I recognized my Miss, sitting there, so relaxed, smiling, sipping an elegant glass of champagne.  “Come my sweet pet, please sit beside me.” She said as she patted the seat next to her. 

I entered the car on unsteady legs.  My breath was ragged, my thighs damp.  The anticipation was over.  I fell next to Miss and snuggled close. 

“Happy Birthday my sweet pet,” Miss said as she hugged me tight.  I sighed deeply and murmured “Thank you Miss.”

Her hands held me for a moment, patting my back.  Content in her arms I did not realize at first that one of her hands had slipped between my thighs and was gently pushing them apart.  When I realized what she was doing, I spread my legs and let her hand find me.  I leaned back, wantonly, silently begging her to touch me.  My longing and wanting increasing as her fingers softly caressed and teased my thighs and finally touched the lips of my sex.

As if obeying my command, I felt Miss’ fingers slide into me and I gasped with pleasure.  “Very good my pet,” she said feeling my heat, my juices and knowing that I had obeyed her command.  My eyes closed, I nodded and said thanked her.  Wanting more I spread my legs farther apart, hoping she would make me cum.  My pussy ached to cum, my body was tense and needed to cum.  When she removed her fingers from me, I whimpered “No, please …,” but my plea was interrupted by her fingers sliding over the lips of my mouth.  I inhaled deeply, luxuriating at the smell of my sex.  I opened my mouth and was rewarded with Miss’ fingers.  I licked and sucked them greedily.  Miss whispered softly in my ear that she had a delicious surprise in store for me and that she was very pleased that I had obeyed her and was very proud of me.  I purred contentedly, snuggling closer very happy. 

She pulled her hand from my mouth and returned it between my thighs.  Purposefully and languidly she slid her fingers over my labia.  Up and down, teasing, circling my clit, touching and teasing me.  I scooted down in the seat to spread my legs even further. 

Miss slipped her finger between my lips and thrust deep into me.  Sliding them in and out, massaging my g-spot and my clit with her thumb. 

“Miss,” I said, “I am going to cum … Miss, may I please cum now?” I begged.  Her fingers felt so delicious. 

“Excellent my pet, but no you may not cun.  Not just yet, you must hold yourself a bit longer.” 

“George can you believe my sweet pet is begging to cum.”  Miss’ question broke my reverie and I realized where I was.  My eyes popped open and I saw George’s smile looking back at me and I realized that he had been watching me and Miss.  I tried to close my legs, but Miss would not let me. “No my pet, keep them apart, let George see your beauty.”  Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and obeyed. 

“Yes, she is very beautiful Miss,” George responded and I recognized the same obedience in George’s voice as my own and I wondered if George was Miss’ pet too.  My mind was churning as it tried to comprehend what this meant.  “Leslie,” Miss said, “Would you like George to fuck you?  Do you want to feel his big black cock in your tight pussy?” 

Oh DAMN I thought, I wanted him and I wanted him now.  “Yes Miss, I would” I heard my voice respond.  I heard the want, the desire, the need and I knew that I would do anything to have him fuck me right now. 

“Come George, park the car and come taste my sweet Leslie.”  I shook with desire and opened my eyes to look at George’s handsome face.  I watched him and waited for the car to stop.  My eyes were glued to him until he was in the back of the limo with us.  Before Miss could say anything, I moved to George and started pulling at his belt.  I heart was pounding.  I could not believe how I was acting.  Except for short glances at my hands to make that they were doing as I wanted, I kept my eyes locked on George and his delicious smile, his handsome face, his brown eyes.  His hands were sliding down my sides and up my back, own my sides again and over my stomach and breasts.  Over and over George moved his hands as I undid his belt and trousers.  When I felt George’s fingers pinching and pulling my nipples groaned and growled.  I closed my eyes and felt the electricity shoot through me, straight to my head, to my clit and to my aching pussy! 

Opening his trousers, I yanked them down as I felt George’s lips on my cheek and neck.  I closed my eyes and groaned, pausing just a moment, focusing my attention on the exquisite feelings.  I turned my head and moved my lips to his and kissed him deeply, our lips and tongues touching and playing over and over. 

While our tongues played, my hands grab is hard cock and realized that George was huge!  I felt myself twinge at the thought of him entering me, taking me, splitting me and I wondered if I could take him all the way.  I kissed him harder and deeper and slid my hands along his thick hard cock and moaned deeply. 

I pulled my lips from him and looked down longingly at his nakedness.  His cock was just like the rest of him, delicious and hard.  George was athletically built, his body lean and warm.  I could not take my eyes off his ripped belly and muscled body as he removed his shirt. 

I took his cock in my hands and found I could wrap both of my hands around him.  I marveled that he must have been at least 9 inches long or more, thick and fat.  I lowered my mouth to him and took him as deep into me as I could.  I savored his cock as if I had not eaten anything so delicious for a long time.  I sucked and licked greedily, enjoying the pre-cum that had oozed from his cock and flavored his shaft.  The wonderful taste energized my efforts.  I twirled my tongue over him and slid my hands up and down, caressing his shaft and balls.  His cock filled my mouth, his taste danced on my tongue.  As George moaned his approval, I sucked and bathed his glans and shaft and reveled in the way his hips moved and in response to my oral attentions. 

As I worked his cock, George continued to poke and probe and slide his wonderfully strong hands over me, caressing me, sliding over my tits, massaging my breasts and pilling my nipples.  I groaned, urging him on, telling him that I wanted more.  I felt small as he caressed me and his hands slipped over my ass cheeks and close to my labia.    

Somewhere, I heard Miss say “Leslie, you told me that you wanted a big black cock and your wish is within my power to give.  Would you like George to fuck you now my sweet girl?”

George slid my dress over my head and I realize I am naked before him, except for my collar and heels.  “Yes Miss, I want George to fuck me.” I hear myself say, “I want him to fuck me hard and fuck me now.”  I lean back, my head in Miss’ lap and watch George remove his remaining clothes.  My eyes are riveted on him.  He is beautiful, his skin a deep, delight, delicious brown and glistening.  “Do you want me now?” George asks as he slides his hands up my legs, between my thighs and over my sex. 

DAMN!  I moan as I feel his finger slide between my labia and into my pussy.  “Oh yes George, I want you now!!  Please Miss, please let him take me!”  

George positions himself between my legs and slaps his hard cock on my belly.  The head of his beautiful cock covers my belly button and I moan and thrust my hips at him.  “Fuck me!  Take me, please!!”  I plead.

“You heard my pet George; I think she wants you now.”  Miss says.  “Please give her wish.”

With that I feel the head of George cock slide up and down the slit of my pussy.  I feel his head rub my lips.  I quake with anticipation and push down wanting him in me, wanting to feel his cock thrusting into me

George slides his cock up and down, rubs his bulbous head against my asshole and then back between my labia.  I feel him start to enter me.  OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!  I gutturally groan and hear my gasps as he pushes into me. 

I am wet and I feel his cock slide into me, feel him stretch my tight hole.  “More, please give me more!” I squeal like the wanton slut I know I am.  Miss strokes my cheeks and caresses my breasts adding even more to my excitement. 

More and more of him slides into me and I feel a fullness, a tightness I have not felt before and I close my eyes and rock and thrust my hips, greedily trying to get all of him into me.

I start to feel him stop and start to pull his hard pole from me.  I want him, I need him now.  “Deeper!  Fuck me George, oh please fuck me” I beg.

When he begins to thrust back into me, I wiggle and squirm and reach for him.  I want him, I want to feel him deep into me, I want to feel his hips slam into me.  “Yes!”  I moan “So big.”  I moan as I watch him fuck me and beg for more.  I pull my legs apart; opening myself to him and reach my hands around to pull my lips wide for him and feel the exquisiteness that is his cock slide deeper into me. 

George starts thrusting into me harder and harder.  I am so lost in the deliciousness, the wonder of his cock that before I realize it, waves of my orgasm start to wash over me.  “Oh Fuck” I scream, “Oh damn I’m going to cum!”  I scream as I squeeze my legs around him, pulling him deep into me.

As on cue, George starts to fuck me faster and harder.  He alternate short and long strokes, slower then faster and I hang on as spasms roll through my taunt muscles.  As George keeps slamming into me, as his hard fat cock stretches and fills me.  I shiver and quake as my muscles tense with pleasure and George keeps pounding me, fucking me and I cum some more.  I am almost to the point that I cannot take it anymore and yet I want more, want him to keep sliding his cock into me and I beg him to fuck me harder.

Each orgasm is more intense than the one before.  I shudder and moan with joy and I realize he has stopped thrusting his cock deep in my pussy.  George moans and I feel his cock twitch and his hot seed squirt into me.  I wiggle and rock my hips, tightening my muscles trying to massage his hardness with the muscles in my pussy and belly.  “Cum for me George,” I moan, “fill me.”  I feel his hot cum seeping from my pussy and drenching my thighs.  I rock and swivel my hips impaling myself on him.  Gasping as I cum yet again. 

George slowly starts moving his hips again, sliding and filling me again and again.  The pleasure he has given me is amazing.  I want to return the favor and I need to drink his cum.

Reluctantly I pull myself from him and move my mouth to his cock.  I slide my hands over his shaft, collecting his cum.  And lower my mouth over his cock.  Inhaling the delicious smells of his cock and my cunt, I start to suck and lick and relish the flavors that are ours.

George moans and rocks his hips as I expertly suck his cock like the filthy whore that I am.  I am greedy and want him to shoot some cum into my mouth.  I slide my hands up and down his shaft, caress his heavy balls and over his ass, pulling him deeper into my mouth.  When I slide a finger into his ass, George rewards my efforts and explodes into my mouth.  I gobble and swallow as much as I can, but some still slips between my lips.

As George’s breathing returns to normal, I beg for some more.  “Mistress may George please take my ass, may George fuck my ass with his long, fat, hard cock?”