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  He sat on the couch wearing nothing but an expensive Kennedy-hotel silk robe. Kristi obediently snuggled back against him, on her knees, her ass raised in the air, her thighs spread wide for him. This was the position he liked her in when he watched the videotapes Kristi brought him—videotapes she had made either alone or with her boyfriends. In this position, Kristi was immediately available to him. Her pussy was revealed and exposed for his use as soon as he got turned on enough to desire it. Kristi was incredibly turned on by this position, as uncomfortable as it was. She liked having her pussy so immediately available to the Master. She liked knowing that he would use her pussy, would fuck her, would penetrate her with his cock, as soon as he felt like doing it, without the slightest formality. Some dark part of her liked the fact that it was both her cunt and her ass that was available for the Master, though the Master never used her ass in this position—it was too much trouble.

  Kristi had her legs far enough apart that as she leaned back she rested her ass in the Master’s lap—which was what he had in mind. It was a difficult position, since she was still leaning forward and resting on her knees, with her legs thrust uncomfortably out to each side—she could feel her pussy rub against the smooth silk of his robe. She felt the soft lump of the Master’s cock pressing through the silk, against her bare and waiting cunt. She was still fairly wet and getting wetter fast. The knowledge that she would be penetrated as soon as the Master was hard and felt like it, made her juices form droplets on the thick, parted lips of her pussy.

  The Master started the tape.

  Kristi felt her breath quickening through a few minutes of silence. She imagined what Brenda was doing on the tape. Her thoughts ran wild with images of her roommate fucking herself or playing with her tits. Then she heard the mounting whimpers of Brenda’s pleasure, and Kristi moaned softly, too.

  She felt the Master’s cock stiffening under the silk robe. Kristi began to nudge her pussy up and down in his lap, rubbing her cunt against his growing shaft. She could only move and inch or two up and down in this position?) But the feeling of his cock hardening against her was intensely erotic. Brenda’s moans grew louder. The Master chuckled. His cock got hard all the way, and Kristi felt the silk-covered shaft jutting up between her cunt and pressing its way between her round ass-cheeks. But still he didn’t enter her—not yet.

  On the screen, Brenda was making a lot of noise, and Kristi could recognize the sound of her moans from last night. She could also hear the bed creaking, the sound muffled on the low-quality videotape. The Master’s cock rested against her body. Kristi heard Brenda gasping with pleasure, as the rhythm of the squeaking bed increased. Then, in the distance, Kristi could hear her own moans through the wall. The sound quality was bad, but the Master liked the volume up very high. Kristi’s pussy was incredibly wet for him, ready to take his cock as soon as he wanted to put it inside her.

  Brenda’s moans were deafening, the distortion of the tape audible as she shrieked. From the sounds of the bed creaking, she was fucking herself rapidly, thrusting her whole body in an increasing rhythm.

  The Master opened his robe, and Kristi sighed as she felt his naked cock against her. He reached down and guided his cockhead between her spread cunt lips, and then Kristi accepted the sudden thrust of his shaft into her. She moaned as he buried his cock in her to the hilt, and began to fuck her.

  Kristi was very close to coming, but she knew she wouldn’t do it in this position. That made the scene that much more erotic—it was for the Master’s pleasure, not hers. She felt his shaft sliding in and out of her smoothly, as he leaned forward on the couch to get better leverage. He fucked faster as the sounds of sex grew louder from the TV. The Master moaned softly himself, and Kristi knew he was close. She lifted her ass and tried to hold still so he could fuck her the way he wanted, could take all the pleasure he desired from her bound and vulnerable body. Then the Master was off the couch, pushing Kristi forward onto the floor, thrusting into her wildly as, on the videotape, Brenda climaxed loudly. The Master pounded into Kristi—she felt his hand against her clit, working it rapidly. He wanted her to come first. She opened up for him and let her nearing climax flood her naked body—and then she was coming, her cunt spasming around his cock as he fucked her faster and faster. The Master’s cock spasmed as well, and he came inside her, the pulses of his shaft filling Kristi’s pussy. She relaxed in her submissive position, letting him satisfy himself. When he finally pulled his softening cock out of her pussy, she felt the droplets of his come leaking out and heard the static on the videotape. The Master leaned back on the couch and snapped his fingers.

  “Turn around,” he told her. “Face me, on your knees. Put your head in my lap.”

  It wasn’t easy for Kristi to get up with her wrists tied to the front of her collar. But she managed to struggle to her knees and turn around to face the Master and put her head in his lap, against his soft cock, which was slick with his come and her juices.

  The Master unfastened her blindfold and untied her wrists. She lay her cheek against his cock, feeling its warmth and the pulsing of its post-orgasm.

  The Master rewound the videotape.

  “Don’t turn around” he ordered her. “I want you to use your mouth on me while I’m watching it again.”

  Kristi was very aware of the slick feeling of his come inside her. She couldn’t believe that the Master was going to try to get hard again—most guys she was with couldn’t even come three times, and usually the Master’s limit was twice. He must have been incredibly turned on by the videotape, and that made Kristi feel a mixed surge of jealousy and excitement.

  When the videotape reached the beginning, the Master started it again, and Kristi began to use her mouth and hands. She licked his soft cock all over, tasting his come and her own pussy, pleasuring his balls as she heard Brenda moaning from the video. Kristi felt the Master’s cock getting hard in her mouth, and soon his erection was complete. She worshipped him eagerly, kneading his balls, licking from his cockhead to the base of his shaft. She swallowed his cock all the way and began to pump him in and out.

  The Master’s attention was directed to the image on the TV screen. Brenda looked up to see the rapture in his eyes. She still felt a little jealous, but seeing her Master turned on like this excited her incredibly. She slid his shaft between her breasts and pressed them together, smearing spittle and come and juice over her tits, feeling her hard nipples tingle as they rubbed his lower belly and his thighs. She licked all over the shaft, feeling his hardness against her face and in her hair. She swallowed him again and began to work on getting him off, which she knew wouldn’t be easy after three orgasms. But soon she heard his groans mingling with Brenda’s and Kristi knew he was going to come in her mouth. She pleasured him eagerly and when she felt the spasms going through his shaft, she wrapped her lips around his cockhead and used her hand to jerk him off so she wouldn’t miss a drop. Her mouth filled with the Master’s cream and she savored it, whimpering deep in her throat. As Kristi swallowed, the Master ran his fingers through her sweaty hair and caressed her face.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said softly. “You’re truly beautiful, you know that? You didn’t even look back once.”

  “You told me not to,” she said, offering her obedience as a gift, licking his cockhead, which was still leaking come.

  “Well turn around now,” he told her. “Sit in my lap and watch.”

  Kristi eagerly turned around, sitting in the Master’s lap. Her eyes went wide as she saw the image on the scene—Brenda desperately fucking herself, both her cunt and ass filled, her face red with exertion and excitement. Kristi felt the Master’s hands gently cupping her breasts, felt his fingers begin to play with her nipples, and knew the fun wasn’t over yet. He teased her breasts, working her into a frenzy as she watched Brenda double-penetrating herself. Then the Master’s hand traveled down to Kristi’s pussy, and Kristi turned, kissing him hungrily as he fucked her with his fingers. When Kristi turned back
to the TV, Brenda was propped up, offering the camera an even better view of her cunt and ass being penetrated. The Master fingered Kristi to a moaning, gasping orgasm in his lap as Kristi’s head filled with images of how delicious Brenda would look doing that in person, her body up against Kristi’s own. Kristi finally slumped, spent, in the Master’s lap, cuddling up against him as the videotape turned to static again. She kissed him tenderly, whispering “thank you ... thank you...” for all the pleasure he had offered her. The Master, his hand cupping Kristi’s ass, smiled deviously in response. She felt that his cock had gotten hard against her flesh—not quite as hard as before, for the Master was getting tired. But Kristi knew from experience that if she played her cards right, she could get him hard all the way again, could even make him come. She knew what was expected of her, and she relished the chance to get him off again.

  “Use your hand,” said the Master. “I want you to use your hand this time. I love it when you jerk me off.”

  Kristi slipped out of the Master’s lap, curling up next to him and taking his cock in her hand. She looked up into his eyes and the Master bent to kiss her as she began to stroke his slick cock expertly. Kristi felt the Master’s tongue slipping in to her mouth, teasing her own tongue as he sucked it into her mouth. She pleasured the Master’s cock with both her hands, stroking the shaft while she rubbed her palm all over his cockhead, coaxing pre-come out of the tip. The Master moaned softly as Kristi went to work in earnest, masturbating him, hungry for his come.

  She worked fast, gripping him hard, knowing that the Master would need intense stimulation now that he had come so many times. His hips began to rock in time with her ministrations. He arched his back, and Kristi bent low, breathing warmly over his shaft as she stroked him. The Master let out a groan of pleasure, and Kristi felt the spasms starting in his shaft. She parted her lips as a droplet of juice leaked out of his cockhead; a single stream shot into her mouth and she licked at it, his semen dribbling down over her chin. The Master’s cock spasmed again and Kristi lapped another thick droplet of come off his head. More droplets leaked down onto her fingers, and she began to go after them obediently. She sucked what come he had left, relishing the taste, smearing his juice over her face and chin. The Master relaxed into the couch, finally sated. Kristi took a long time licking and sucking his softening cock, licking the come off his belly and off her hand. She finished up by slowly pleasuring his balls, waiting until she was quite sure he was finished before resting her face in his lap, her hand still cradling his soft organ. Part of her hoped he would get hard again, but she knew it was unlikely. And most of her was so exhausted, she wouldn’t have known what to do with a hard cock. The Master’s hand ran absently through Kristi’s hair. Finally he bent low and gave Kristi a long, slow, gentle kiss, telling her once and for all that she was beautiful—a delightful, delicious slave.

  Kristi walked in to the apartment already feeling excited about being close to Brenda. The Master had fucked her so well, almost tiring her out—but Kristi was still turned on to think that she would be sleeping so close to her roommate.

  Brenda had left her bedroom door open.

  Kristi tiptoed down the hallway and stood in front of the door. She was painfully aroused, and desperately wanted to wake Brenda up and make love with her again. Being fucked by the Master never seemed to exhaust Kristi the way it should—it just made her hornier. She wanted to crawl into bed with Brenda, but she knew she shouldn’t wake her up.

  Kristi stood in the doorway, inching forward. She couldn’t see a thing in the dark. She finally made her decision to wake Brenda up. She slipped off her coat and crawled onto the bed, reaching for Brenda—but Kristi sensed at once that the bed was cold, that Brenda wasn’t there.

  Kristi lay on the rumpled sheets, smelling Brenda’s delicious smell. Where was the little slut?

  Kristi left her coat on the floor as she walked back to her own room. She peered in and saw Brenda, sleeping soundly. Kristi smiled. The hot little vixen couldn’t wait for morning—she’d wanted to be ready for action as soon as Kristi came home. Kristi could definitely get used to this.

  Brenda was sleeping on top of the covers, as the apartment was uncomfortably hot again tonight. Brenda hadn’t woken up when Kristi came in—she must have been pretty tired.

  Kristi stood there watching Brenda sleep, admiring the beautiful curves of her body in the moonlight from the window. Brenda was sleeping in a camisole and a pair of panties, both satiny and shimmering in the moonlight. Kristi went in to the hall so she wouldn’t spoil the element of surprise when she climbed in to bed with Brenda.

  In the hall, Kristi kicked off her shoes and stripped off her corset and hose. She went down the hallway naked to brush her teeth and wash her face. But first, she glanced back into her room and noticed that Brenda had shifted slightly, causing the neckline of her little camisole to expose most of one breast. Kristi felt her mounting excitement. She hurried down into the bathroom. It was after three in the morning, but she was ready to get into bed with Brenda and start the fun all over again.

  Kristi stood in the bathroom and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her ass and thighs bore the marks of the Master’s rough lovemaking, but her pussy wasn’t at all sore from the beating it had taken—more from the powerful fucking. She ran her fingers over it and found that she was wet already. The thought of Brenda, sleeping alone in Kristi’s room with that camisole falling off her luscious breast, just waiting for Kristi to come home and get in bed, was turning Kristi on more than she thought. Kristi sat down on the edge of the tub, spreading her legs for the full-length mirror. She began to stroke herself, feeling incredibly turned on.

  Well, she couldn’t go to sleep like this.

  Kristi started by taking a long, slow shower, lathering herself up and playing with herself as she luxuriated under the warm water. Then she climbed out and toweled herself dry, putting on a plush robe.

  She tiptoed back in to her bedroom and saw that Brenda still hadn’t woken up. Good. Kristi came around to one side of the bed, slipped off her robe and climbed into bed, snuggling up behind Brenda. Brenda still didn’t wake up. Kristi pressed her naked body up against Brenda, feeling the curves of Brenda’s ass against her thighs. Kristi wanted Brenda so desperately, not caring that it was the middle of the night. She began to nuzzle Brenda’s throat, licking and sucking softly at her salty flesh. The neckline of the camisole was down over one nipple. Kristi couldn’t resist. She let her lips close over the nipple and felt it hardening in her mouth. Brenda squirmed, but didn’t wake up just yet. She whimpered softly in her sleep, arching her back and pressing her nipple more fully into Kristi’s mouth. Kristi nibbled gently and put her arms around Brenda. Brenda stretched, her arms going naturally above her head. Brenda came awake with a start, looking up into Kristi’s face. It took a minute for her eyes to focus and her mind to clear.

  “Hi,” said Brenda softly, her voice sleepy.

  Kristi lifted her face and began to kiss Brenda softly, her tongue tracing a path along Brenda’s lower lip. “Mind if I join you?” asked Kristi. “It is my bed, after all.”

  Brenda looked at Kristi and shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. “It’s my bed now,” she said flirtatiously. She closed her eyes and began to drift off into ecstasy, arching her back more as Kristi’s hand began to play with her breast. Kristi lowered her mouth to Brenda’s nipple and began to tongue it, closing her teeth around the firm pink bud. As she did, she got her hands under the camisole and lifted it off. Brenda let Kristi take it off of her, stretching in the moonlight as Kristi knelt next to Brenda and took off her panties, too.

  Brenda lay there feeling exquisitely naked, revealed before her roommate. Kristi’s hands ran down Brenda’s body, pausing at her breasts and the curve of her hips. Brenda gently parted her thighs, inviting Kristi in.

  Kristi slid one hand up the inside of Brenda’s thigh. She let her hand graze Brenda’s pussy and she could feel that it was wet.
Brenda whimpered softly as Kristi began to toy with her cunt, teasing apart the lips and nudging her erect clitoris. Brenda spread her legs further. Kristi slipped one finger in, and Brenda gasped as she felt it penetrating her. Kristi began to gently fuck Brenda as Brenda squirmed against the bed, lost in rapture.

  Kristi lowered her face, easing her finger out of Brenda’s pussy. Brenda whispered “Oh yes” as Kristi’s face dipped between her parted thighs. Kristi’s tongue snaked out and slipped between Brenda’s cunt-lips, teasing her open and playing with her clit. Brenda relaxed into the sensations, letting Kristi explore her pussy.

  Kristi began to eat Brenda hungrily, lapping at the delicious taste of her pussy. Brenda used one hand to play with her own erect nipples and ran the other hand through Kristi’s hair, feeling the sensuous movements as her head bobbed up and down. Kristi’s hands worked their way under Brenda’s ass, and she gripped the firm cheeks as her tongue explored every crevice of Brenda’s succulent cunt.

  Brenda felt the sweat sheening her breasts, neck, and face as Kristi teased her closer. Kristi slipped two fingers in to Brenda and began to fuck her slowly as she licked at Brenda’s clit. Brenda’s moans grew louder as she reminded herself that she could make all the noise she wanted. And the sensations were divine—she was overcome with pleasure. She stroked Kristi’s face, loving the feel of it moving up and down between her legs. Then Kristi lifted her face and smiled up at Brenda.

  “I’m going to get something,” said Kristi. “I think you’ll like it.”

  “What is it?” asked Brenda, her voice hoarse with sleep and arousal.

  “It’s a surprise!” said Kristi, slipping her fingers out of Brenda’s cunt and reaching up to stroke her lips with her slick fingers. “Close your eyes. Keep them closed!”

  Brenda lay on the bed panting, one hand stroking her pussy absently while the other played with her nipples. She knew that Kristi had any number of devious tricks up her sleeve, and she couldn’t imagine what this one would be. She heard Kristi rummaging in her lingerie drawer. She had just enough time to let her imagination run wild before Kristi said “open your eyes,” and Brenda saw her roommate standing there at the foot of the bed, a huge dildo strapped to her body, jutting out imposingly from her crotch.