On My Master Bed Novels & Stories

Master was now standing before me, separating me from Drake who was still on the floor. "What did you do to me you backstabbing bastard?" I hissed through my teeth. Master made no move and just crossed his arms, watching me. I couldn't read him, he was stoic and expressionless. If he wasn't going to answer me, then I would leave. I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for an opening. It was small, smaller than the rooms I was use to sleeping in. More importantly, it was a small stone room with no windows. I peeked around Master's shoulders and noticed a gate. Was I in a prison cell? Since when did the Manor have a dungeon? So I glared at Drake who had pieced himself together and stood

I asked before we got ourselves out of the room. “This is the Master’s room, Miss. Basically, he would always spend the night in his office, and last night is new for the keepers that he sleeps in his room. Other than that, this is also the first time Master brought a woman into this household. Not even his female relatives have entered here.” “He sleeps with me?” the maid shrugged. “He sleeps on the couch beside the bed, Miss. The doctor said that you might take your clothes off as an effect of the drug you intake; that’s why the Master was keeping an eye on you all night.”

Mine, a voice insists. That voice always insists whenever I think about them. I keep trying to remind myself that I can’t date four guys, but my inner voice doesn’t want to listen. The master bedroom is huge. Like, bigger than any one room I’ve ever seen. The floors are marble, but there is a large, fluffy rug covering a lot of the space.

Master unlocks the door and opens it with a small nod to the entrance. "Can I not shower first Master?" I ask as I feel his cum on my legs. "No. Get in," he says sternly and I get on my hands and knees to climb inside. I see a pillow and a blanket so thankfully I won't be cold or too uncomfy. Master locks the door behind me and I lay down as I see Master's legs walk to the bathroom. When he comes back out he turns the lights off and gets in bed. "Goodnight slave," he says. "Goodnight Master."

She jerked from the bed and landed her butt on the hard floor. Ha! That hurts and pretty bad to start the day. "You!!" She yelled as she pointed her right index finger at Ice Pick who stood with just a black robe and a black briefs he wore. "Who sent you to me, huh?" She yelled again but then muted herself when she noticed a bulge in the briefs he was putting on. 'Whaatt?!!' She screamed inwardly. 'How can a grown up man walk around into a lady's room with his morning erection still on, huh?!' She thought again.

said Haya. "Ok, OK, I'll definitely look into it, just give me a second." he said and looking directly at their frame. "Your room Point is correct." he said so. "At any rate, Madam, I went to the little boy's, if I could go to the young lady's bedroom." Haya said that. "I can no longer move you in light of the fact that the young lady's dorm is full. He said." "What? What would be a good idea for me now? Haya asked."

We take in our surroundings as we follow Mason to the second floor. “Here to your left is the master bedroom that has been setup for you Haley. To the right are two bedrooms with a joint bathroom and to the left of the master bedroom is another bedroom with it’s own bath. You boys can take your pick.” The boys decide on using the bedrooms with the joint bathroom and I reluctantly walk into the master bedroom. It’s huge with a king size bed. The bathroom has a deep soaking tub, a walk in shower that could probably hold four people at once and a closet that has more space than clothes I have ever owned.

"But for the next couple nights, we could go across the hall." "If it wouldn't feel too weird to you, that might be a better idea." Summer shook her head. "If it were my folks' bedroom in their house, that might feel weird. This is a rental, and who knows how many people slept in that bed. We can change the sheets and everything before they get here." She stepped into the master bedroom, which had warm, honey-colored wicker furnishings, and a wrought iron queen-sized bed covered in a cream comforter. A big palm-frond ceiling fan dominated the ceiling.

I was beginning to think another cock in my cunt wouldn't be so bad, as long as it wasn't Lester's. Master came into the bedroom. I saw him when he walked in and he laughed, seeing us like this. "I would have thought you'd had enough fucking for one day and to find you curled up in bed, napping." "You were wrong, Master," I said, the only one of us with her mouth free of honeyed flesh. I orgasmed again, inundating Marcia's mouth with my cum once more. She lapped it up to my continued pleasure. "Perhaps I should have left you out there for another hour?"

I nodded. She walked to the office, and I went upstairs to put the shopping bags in the master’s bedroom. I remembered what he and I did when I looked at the enormous bed. I tainted the bed sheet with a bit of blood, a testament to my no longer virgin status. So I removed and changed it.