Birthday Slave

Round 3

We washed the soap off and jumped out of the shower, discussing how hungry we both were, with plans to head out to the kitchen for lunch. As we were drying off, Marcus turned to me, "Hey Bay, there's something else I've thought about exploring with you before but was too scared to ask. I didn't want you to think differently of me." 

"Baby, I love you more than anything. There's nothing you can say that will change that. Now come on, spit it out. That's what today is all about, losing your inhibitions and exploring your fantasies," I reassured him. "Well...I...what if...what if I wanted you to be my little...my little slut?" He asked hesitantly. 

My eyes widened, "what...like have s*x with other people?" I asked, knowing that would be a bridge too far for me. "Hell no! I would kick the s**t out of any bloke who ever tried to put his hands on you. It's just...for me, you know, something a little...dirty?" Phew! I do believe that about Marcus. 

Early in our relationship, we had been at a club and some random guy told me he'd like to bend me over and grabbed me on the ass, not seeing Marcus coming from behind him. It didn't go well. Security was called to pull Marcus off this guy. I glanced back at him, I knew how much he loved me. "OK Baby, if that's what you want, I'm in." I confirmed, not entirely sure how I felt about it.

We finished drying off and I grabbed a dress from the wardrobe. As I went to slip it over my head, Marcus grabbed it from me and threw it on the bed. "Ah Ah, dirty girls don't wear clothes." I laughed but then noticed the serious expression on his face. "Yes Sir, no dresses," I uttered. "Ooh I like the sound of that, when you call me Sir. Say it again." Marcus narrowed his eyes on me, and I looked down to see his c**k rising. 

I walked towards him, kissed his mouth deeply, pulled back and told him, "I'm all yours...SIR." Marcus let out a groan and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in for another kiss, grabbing my ass in his hands. "Tell me if I go too far," he reassured. We headed to the kitchen, both still fully naked. I pulled the leftover Thai food from the fridge and heated it in the microwave. I separated the Pad Thai into two bowls and brought it to the table for us to eat, along with two glasses of water. Marcus finished first, obviously starving from this morning's adventures. 

I had barely taken my last mouthful when Marcus spoke, "Come and sit here." He pushed his bowl away and patted the table in front of him. I did as I was told. "Now spread your legs," he moved forward and opened his legs, allowing my feet to rest on his knees. "Now finger yourself, I wanna watch." 

Using one hand to steady myself, I leaned back to give him a better view and used the other to begin rubbing my c**t. Marcus squirmed in his seat and moaned deeply. "Now slide a finger into your pussy." He was demanding. It was hot. I was wet. "Now two fingers." Marcus' eyes were glued to my p***y, watching my fingers slide in and out. 

He reached down and slowly began stroking his c**k. "Now lick your fingers," he ordered. I pulled my fingers from my dripping p***y and wrapped my mouth around them, sucking them clean, moaning to let Marcus know I was enjoying it. "You like that don't you? Dirty little sluts like the taste of their own pussies." His voice was gruff, manly. I nodded and moaned again, sliding my fingers in and out of my mouth.

Marcus leaned forward and licked my soaking wet p***y. "Mmm you do taste good," he said as he rose up and leaned forward to kiss me, slamming his c**k into me at the same time. I could taste my juices on his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his tongue deeper into my mouth, letting him know how much I liked the taste. 

He pulled back from me, dragging me from the table and sat back on his chair. "Now...you little slut...you like the taste of your p***y so much. Suck my cock." I immediately dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, sliding over his c**k, gagging trying to get him all in at once. 

I licked and sucked as Marcus moaned in delight. "Tell me how much you like it. Tell me how good your p***y juices taste on my cock." He commanded forcefully. I could feel my juices flowing down the insides of my thighs and onto the floor. "Your c**k is so big and hard and it tastes so f*****g good covered in my sweet juices. I want to suck every drop off you." 

Marcus lifted my chin up to look directly at him, giving me a look to confirm I was still OK with this. I nodded and licked the saliva from my lips. Marcus gestured for me to sit back on the table, my heels next to my ass, my knees spread almost as wide as they could go, exposing me fully.

He dove in and licked my c**t, circling his tongue and nipping at it with his teeth. I lay back on the table, my head barely missing Marcus' lunch bowl. "Ah Ah Ah," Marcus was pulling me back up, "little sluts like to watch their p*****s getting eaten, don't they?" I was panting so hard all I could manage was a nod. 

I watched his tongue glide over my wetness, his mouth taking me all in. He was right, watching was hot. Does that really make me a 'little slut'? I wondered. Marcus was staring at me intently, watching my expressions, the tension building inside me. I bit down on my bottom lip, willing him to make me climax. 

He noticed, he knew what I wanted, what I needed. He slowed his rhythm, taking slow strokes across my aching p***y. "What is it he asked?" smirking, knowing full well what I wanted. "I want you to make me cum." I pleaded. "Who are you talking to you little slut?" he asked. "Please, Sir, please make me c*m," I begged, my body so close to the edge. 

"That's better Little Slut. Now tell me how you want me to make you cum." I breathed deeply and told him exactly what he wanted to hear, "I want to watch you tongue f**k me until I c*m because I'm a slut, I'm your little slut...SIR!" 

That was exactly what he needed to hear. Marcus dove in, eating my p***y, his whole face covered in my juices. I didn't take my eyes off him, watching his tongue flick my c**t until I screamed out in ecstasy, my body overcome with pleasure. Marcus held his mouth onto me, all the way through my orgasm.

He sat back in his chair and went to swipe his arm across his face, cleaning me from him. I sat down on his lap, my still swollen c**t resting on his balls. I grabbed his arm, pushing it back to his side. Then I kissed his mouth and face, licking all of my sweet juices. "Holey s**t Bay, you sure do make a good slut," he panted. 

I was surprised at myself actually. I had really gotten into this. It made me feel naughty and it certainly turned me on. "Why thank you, SIR!" I said, sucking his neck. Marcus wrapped his hands around my hips and lifted me into the air, before lowering me back onto his hard c**k. 

This angle let him get so deep I thought I could feel him in my chest. He was hitting all the right places. "OK Little Slut, show me how you ride my cock." I reached my toes down to the floor, using my legs for support. I bounced up and down, riding him hard. My t**s jiggled in his face. He pinched my n****e between his fingers and then nipped at it with his teeth. My head fell backwards, a yelp escaping my mouth. 

"Look at me you dirty little slut, I want to watch your face as I fill you with cum." He was forceful and I was drenched, my p***y wanting every bit of him. I brought my eyes back to meet his. I grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, using them as leverage as I rode him as hard as I could. 

I thrust my hips forwards and backwards, grinding on him until I could no longer hold on. I stared into his eyes, leaned in and whispered, "I want you to fill every inch of my p***y with your cum." Marcus pushed into me one last time and let out the deepest groan I've ever heard from him. I felt the heat spread into me as I spasmed around him, holding tight until we both finished.

I dropped my forehead onto his and we sat there still and silent, trying to catch our breath.

When my heart rate finally slowed, I stood up and released Marcus from me. His c**k fell onto his lap, covered in my juices and his c*m. I don't know what came over me, maybe I really was a slut? But I dropped down and licked him clean. Marcus' eyes widened as he moaned, "what a good little slut." "Happy birthday, Baby." I replied, hoping he'd never forget it, knowing I wouldn't.