My Master's Voice

by evangeline

I knew every sound that old house made, from creaking floors to wind whistling through upstairs windows. Most of all I knew the sounds it made when my master was home, and right now I was eagerly awaiting any one of them.

I waited in a small cell in the basement, my usual quarters when he was gone for any length of time. I listened patiently for the sound of his car in the garage, for the click of his heels on the stairs, for any and all signs that he was back.

I was like a dog anxiously awaiting his owner's return, knowing he was the source of food and water. He depended on his master for life itself and in away, so did I. I loved every moment of it!

At last I heard his car and my pulse quickened. The other familiar sounds followed but not the one I wanted most, the sound of his key in the basement door. Instead I heard him walking around upstairs, taking his time until he deigned to think about me. My heart sank when his footsteps moved away from the door and disappeared. The ensuing silence told me I would not be seeing my master. Not now anyway.

I tried not to dwell on the disappointment, but it did no good. My every thought, wish and whim were bound to him. I could do nothing but wait until he freed me. Nothing would happen until I heard my master's voice. Sitting in the darkness with no way of telling the time, I didn't know when it was when I finally heard the key in the lock. I was instantly on the alert, pulse quickening in anticipation. I was especially apprehensive when I heard a voice besides that of my master. It was rare but not unknown that he would bring someone else home, someone he wanted to show me off to. Those encounters were always challenging since I secretly don't like being shared. When I gave myself to my master, though, I gave up all choice in such matters. Whatever dictate he issued, I must follow. "Get up here!" he grunted. I hurriedly got to my feet and climbed the basement steps, blinking owlishly when I stepped into the brightly lit kitchen. My master was there with someone else, a heavyset man with a hungry look in his eye. I wondered what pleasures those two had devised for themselves, pleasures I would have to fulfill. "Turn around, Evangeline," my master ordered. I did as he asked, feeling the heat of his eyes as well as those of the stranger. It was as if they were laser beams, easily penetrating the thin cotton shirt I always wore for my master's pleasure. I felt their eyes on the swell of my breasts and the curve of my flanks, my buttocks and of course what nestled between my thighs. I welcomed my master's gaze of course, but the other man unnerved me. I put such disobedience out of my mind though and steeled myself for what might happen. I constantly reminded myself that i must do whatever was called for, if it pleased my master. "Get into the bedroom and take off that shirt," he muttered.

I hurried down the hall and stripped off my clothes. I stood naked beside the bed, waiting for my master's next command. "Suck his cock!" Again I reminded myself that this was giving my master pleasure; therefore, it must be done. The stranger was exceptionally endowed and I had difficulty swallowing his big cock. My master was well hung too, but I had been taught to take deep breaths to accommodate him.

I did the best I could, trying not to choke as my mouth engulfed his fat prick. His low moans assured me he was satisfied, and soon he was face-fucking me while my master looked on approvingly. "Now me!" he grunted. I eagerly shifted my attentions to my master, loving the familiar feel of his dick as it slid down my throat. It belonged there and I did everything I could to let him know that. I licked his balls just the way he liked and tried to anticipate his every need, even playing gently with his asshole. This perfection didn't last however. "Suck both of us!" he ordered. It was with extreme difficulty that I managed to get both those big dicks in my mouth. I'm sure most women would have found it an impossible task, but my desire to please made all things possible. I blew them both until my master chose another duty. He pulled his dick from my hungry lips and moved behind me. He stroked my ass as he spoke and I could tell he was smiling because he was proud as he offered me again." Want to fuck her up the ass?" He gave me a slap on the rear. "You love it, don't you, Evangeline?" "Yes, master!" "Sure," the other man grunted. "Here's some grease," my master said. "Use your fingers and get her opened up good. Get on all fours, Evangeline!" "Yes, sir." I braced myself for the feel of fingers invading my butt. The man was at least skilled in what he did and got me opened up quickly and efficiently. I have to admit his fingers felt good, and by the time he was ready to give me his dick I really wanted it!" That's a good girl," my master said, watching closely as his friend shoved his stiff cock up my butt and started fucking away. My master stroked my back and tits and then moved around so that his dick was aimed at my face. He rubbed it. I dropped to my knees knowing I wouldn't dare try to suck him again until he had given me permission. Finally it came." Go on," he growled. "Suck my cock some more. Now I was getting fucked from two avenues and I have to admit I was enjoying it. My master is right. I do like taking it up the ass. After a while, my master decided he and his friend should trade places. I liked getting butt-fucked even more when I had my master's dick back there. It even enabled me to enjoy sucking the stranger's cock again.

My master had a technique that I found very exciting. It involved slapping my ass while he fucked it, spanking me until my bare skin glowed red with heat and desire. Every blow made me squeeze my sphincter tight and that excited him enormously. Something told me there was more to come, and sure enough my master finally revealed the reason he brought home another man. He pulled his cock out of my ass and laid on the bed. He was on his back with his enormous prick waving in the air." C'mon, Evangeline," he said. "Sit on my dick!"

I knew he wanted pussy this time, just as I knew he'd tell the other man to fuck me up the ass again while he was in my cunt. He had done this a couple of times before, and although I found it daunting at first I eventually loved it because I knew it pleased my master so much. I hurriedly got into position, lying atop my master and sliding slowly back so that I could suck his stiff dick inside me. I'd barely sheathed him when he told his friend to join in. "Fuck her ass, man. We'll have her at the same time, huh?" "Yeah,' the burly stranger grunted.

Again I braced myself for the coming onslaught. Luckily I was already primed enough that the stranger's big dick popped back up my butt without any resistance. In one heavy thrust he was buried right to the balls, his cock as deep as my master's meat. He had barely driven inside me when my master started fucking again. Now I was being taken by dicks plowing into two holes, and the feeling was nothing less than sensational.

The men's groans soon told me they were on the cusp of cumming. I was dangerously close to climax too but I knew I didn't dare let myself go until my master gave me permission. Luckily he was in a generous mood and told me to cum whenever I wanted. I had my first orgasm just seconds before the two of them flooded my insides with spunk. The last thing I remember at that glorious moment was my master's pleased voice. It was also the last thing I heard before I was shut up in the dark where I will anxiously wait until I hear it again.

THE END