Masterbate Novels & Stories

Robyn: If I thought Dice was good with his tongue. Maestro was a god. My body never shook so much in my life as it did when I came in the shower. As soon as he was done I had to taste him too. I have never done this in my life so I was letting my body lead the way. I slowly stroked his cock. He was so big I couldn't even cover half his girth or length with my hand. I had no idea how he would fit in my mouth but it was going to happen today. I licked him from the base all the way to tip. When I sucked on the head of his dick he moaned so loud I knew I was doing it right. I was afraid I would mess this up but before I could over think it I felt his hand in my hair.

CYN say in my head “ well thank you for that” I know I have to start getting some training in with me having some kinda power. I need to learn how to use it, in order for me to be able to help my mate and this pack when the time is right. Who knows when that time will be, I might as well start now better late than never. Swinging my legs off the bed i went to take a bath, dropping one of the bomb baths that Love had insisted I order in the water, I ain't gonna that thing smells amazing, that sweet strawberry smell coming off it makes me want to dive in and never leaves.

I found myself focusing on it, allowing the surprisingly pleasant noise to drown my hearing. Jackson led us down a hallway that soon curved into two marble stairways. I found myself gapping at the sight in front of me. I let my hands run down black metallic rails as we climbed down them. Wow, everything was so gleaming with such expert craftsmanship and very well kept to its highest standards, I can't believe I didn't notice before. Why didn't I? Oh yeah, someone made me really upset. I sighed, shaking my head.

"Small but it works, it's in good condition so that's good." We went to the next room. "And this is the master suite." "Big room, lots of natural light, it's great." We went to the living room and she asked, "How much do you think you'll have to pay for all this?" I looked around and said, "$870?" "It cost $1 800 per month." "What? Ok, how about without the furniture?" I asked. "$1 500." "And what is the annual increase?" "8%."

” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors. “Anyway, there are a lot.” Paul completed amused to see my dismay.” but I think Kristos is right, we have to try the product and tomorrow we’ll provide information on the performance of the I love you to the advertisers.” and with that he took a package of six units from the table.” look how lucky I am, this is a mixed box.” he said winking at me before leaving the room. “You should also have a few, Mark, at least to know the difference between one and the other, see you tomorrow.” Kevin took a few too and left.

“Oh…okay. I have bread here, wanna share your blue vial with me?” He frantically nodded and ran up to clutch at my leg with his only free hand and I picked him up and laughed, looking around to locate our special hammock. Mateo had made it for me shortly after I gave birth, it was made of wood that he padded with a lot of foam, so it was both sturdy and soft, like having a suspended bed. It was nestled in between two trees in the small expanse of the woods we had behind Mateo’s home, so we went there and I tossed him in it, delighting in his shriek of laughter – he never grew out of that phase, and I hoped he never did – as I sat down myself. I brought out the newly baked bread and accepted

It was furnished with taste, and I could see that this man was not poor. “I didn’t pay good money for a slave to have you slacking like this!” he said, angrily. She bent down, opened a cupboard beneath the sink, and took out a spray bottle and a cloth. She sprayed the counters and started wiping them, cleaning the imaginary spill. They gleamed, and I couldn’t find a speck of dust on the surfaces. I walked out of the kitchen and looked around the rest of the house. There were paintings on the walls but no family pictures. He yelled something else at her in the kitchen and I followed his voice and saw him pushing her to the floor.

Every part of me screamed at me. The bathroom was huge, very huge, just like the rest of her room—shiny marble floors, silver-framed mirrors, and a bathtub so big it looked like a small pool. There were rose petals in a bowl beside the tub, and soft lavender-scented steam clung to the air. It was beautiful. Sickeningly beautiful. She stood in front of the tub and waved a hand toward the water tap. “Make it perfect,” she said. “Warm. Not hot. Not cold. Just right.”

But his eyes weren't infatuated with her, it spewed pure hate. He had set his eyes on his target, the only game he would be playing and would desire to emerge victorious. "Miral Chandravanshi. I hate you and I am going to make you suffer. You just wait and watch!"

I take a picture of the bathroom counter. Of all the products. And then I open his chat. **ME:** Thank you mast... My thumb hovers over the send button, my heart hammering against my ribs. The word feels heavy, loaded with a submission that both terrifies and lures me. *Master.* 𝘕𝘰. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘛 𝘣𝘦 𝘚𝘛𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.