Yes Master

It was unseasonably cold in Anaheim California when he left the Boogie Night Club, and instead of taking a cab home with a woman as per his usual routine, he opted to take the Amtrak train instead, because this particular night there were no sparks flying, no connections made, and he didn't want to spend the extra money for the convenience of a cab.

"So hard to find a woman who can remain sober in a night club these days, no discipline, no class, just mindless young adults on a mission to destroy their youthful minds."

He chuckled a bit at the thought, for his 20's were mostly a blur, and upon realizing the fallacy in his logic, he shrugged and flicked his cigarette cartwheeling in the night breeze, quietly landing in an incandescent display of exploding sparks.

"Beautiful... If only for a moment in time." He thought..

For a Friday night it was quiet, not a person in sight, and the hypnotic dull lighting at the train station put his mind into a trance like state.

A tingle ran down his back as the cool air whipped past. He didn't mind at all.

"Too bad I didn't find a woman to fuck tonight.." He Thought..

A moment after thinking this, he observed the silhouette of a curvy woman in the distance walking slowly towards him.

She wasn't young like the girls in the night club, a woman in her prime, who carried herself confidently, deliberately..

In his prime as well, he felt instantly aroused as she approached. She sensed it, he knew she was sensing it. His instincts were keen.

She wore a black dress, with fishnet stockings, and knee-high women's boots. Jet black hair in a ponytail, and a light shade of red lipstick on her lips.

She sat close to him, one bench dividing them. She placed a black purse on the dividing bench and pulled out a smoke, locking eyes with him as she brought it to her lips.

She lit the cigarette and blew a plume towards him without saying a word.

The silence and knowing look in her eyes aroused him even more.

"Where are you headed tonight?"
He asked in an unassuming manner.

Without looking at him she drew on her cigarette and exhaled slowly, purposely extending the silence.

Gaze fixated straight ahead..

"To your place." She replied..

A monotone coldness to her voice, yet somehow it turned him on, despite instantly knowing she was dominant.

"You do know who's in charge correct?" He asked her..

"Of course, and tonight, you are exactly what I need." She replied..

The train was pulling up, wind increasing, he was smiling inside, but not showing it on his face, as this was not his normal encounter, and it sent his cock instantly into a fully erect state.

"Good girl." He responded.

He walked towards the train, knowing she would follow obediently behind him.

Neither spoke a word during the train ride, it wasn't necessary, and it further aroused him that she seemed to have so little interest in knowing him.

His apartment was close to the train station, and they didn't rush to get there. She followed behind, and he walked with an air of confidence, content, as if he could care less that he was about to fuck the living shit out of a complete stranger.

When the door closed behind them he slowly removed his black leather jacket and observed her standing still, watching him, waiting for his commands.

On your knees, now.

"Yes sir."

"Not sir,.. Master," He replied..

"Yes Master." She said obediently..

He closed the gap between them, and reached for the bottom of her dress, pulling from the bottom, up over her head to remove.

No bra, no panties, now naked but the boots and fishnet stockings.

"Remove my cock from my jeans and begin, make sure it's in your throat" He demanded..

"Yes Master."

She engulfed his manhood instantly to the base. He was large, and his girth was impressive.

She pumped hard and fast, and after a minute he forcefully grabbed her ponytail and took control of the face fuck.

She didn't resist and maintained a eye contact with him while the tears streamed down her face.

She gave him a rapid blink, and he knew that was a breath signal.

Ripping her face off of his cock, she gasped for air.

"You please me well cock whore, get up." He ordered..

"Yes Master"

As she rose, he grabbed her ponytail and assisted her to her feet forcefully, keeping a tight grasp, and leading her towards his bedroom.

"Who do you serve?" He asked..

You Master."

"And what is your purpose?" He asked..

"To please you Master." She quickly responded..

He threw her to the bed from the ponytail grasp, and she instinctively put her face down in the pillow with her ass up.

He slapped it... HARD.

She let out a moan as he plunged his cock into her from behind.

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Without missing a beat he grabbed her ponytail once again, pulling her upwards and arching her back.

Her moan was guttural, primal, unrelenting.

"Is this what you wanted whore?" He asked..

"Ye..yee UH, oh YESSS, God YESSSS" She said panting and moaning.

He fish hooked the side of her mouth, keeping the ponytail in hand, and leaned to her ear.

"Don't forget your manners cum slut" He proclaimed..

"Yeaas mm mmaster"

She started convulsing from his thrusts and he smashed her face against the pillow.

Straightening her out flat onto her stomach, he remained inserted and continued to fuck her from behind.

"You're going to take my load, deep." He said..

"hm hmmm ugh, yeesss ma ma master, I want that, please." She responded..

"I didn't fucking ask you if you wanted it, you're TAKING IT!." He yelled!

He felt her pussy slick at the words, and he felt his load begin to build.

Picking up speed and intensity, she started shaking.

Maintaining his grip on her ponytail, he started growling, and her shaking and moaning intensified.

She began to scream.

"God, ffffuck me Master, ohhh ga godd fffFFUCKK ME!"

They released simultaneously, his thrusts became shorter, but harder as he came, pinning her body to the bed.

She screamed into the pillow, a muffled howling cry of a moan.

He whispered in her ear:

"You served your Master well."

She laid still, with a mild twitch still releasing from her body.

He backed off of her slowly.

Still laying on her stomach, he said to her:

"You may get up and make yourself proper now."

In a breathy but obedient manner she replied:

"Yes Master."

"The next train is in about 20 minutes, you'll want to get a move on if you're to catch it." He said nonchalantly.

She walked passed him, fully dressed now.

He sat down on his black leather sofa and lit a cigarette. Watching her slyly as she walked towards the door.

As she opened it to exit, she looked back at him, and for the first time that night gave him a little smile, winked, and closed the door behind herself.

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