Amber's 18th Birthday
Summary: Amber is a hot little eighteen year old who is finally getting everything she ever wanted - to be completely dominated by her mother's master.
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"Amber, come down the stairs, Honey, he's here!" her mother called up the hard wood stairs to her daughter. Jill was in her early thirties, had clear brown skin, ample breasts that strained against the sheer fabric of her shirt, and a round ass that could still grip a cock as tightly as any twenty year old's.
Amber quickly ripped off her clothes until she was wearing nothing but a tiny pale-blue string t-shirt that only just barely covered her pert tits and white and blue striped boxer-briefs that clung to her newly eighteen year old ass like a thin layer of paint. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail with a little blue hair-tie.
Her mother had always told her that no man could resist the charms of a woman from India and the slavish devotion the boys in her high school showed her over the last few years seemed to tell her it was true. Her mother had also begun to tell her of one man that was more than just a man.
"Oh my God! I finally get to, to, to-" Amber shouted as she bounced down the stairs to meet the man she'd been waiting for all day. When she reached the second to last step she jumped to him, wrapped her thin legs around his waist, her willowy arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. Her tongue explored his mouth, slowly at first, but then deeper and more desperately.
Jill dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. She pulled his hardening cock free, licked the tip, then drew her tongue up and down the shaft, before taking the head into her mouth and sucking like it was the last cock she'd ever have. She worked the shaft with one hand, pumping in rhythm with her plump lips on his cock-head. The other hand worked his balls, slowly stroking and twirling them.
He pulled back on Amber's ponytail sending a burst of pain burning through her scalp. She wasn't sure if the tiny guttural sound she made was from the pain or from having his kiss taken away. His cold blue eyes looked into her hazel eyes and seemed to strip away everything except her desire to serve him.
"Have you been with any other men?" he asked.
"No. I- I've had a few boyfriends, but I only made out with them and gave them hand jobs," she said and then looked down. She could see her mother's head beneath her ass, bobbing up and down on his cock as they talked, and hoped that she would be as useful.
"That's good. It's fine that you've stroked off a few cocks," he reassured her.
"Thank you," she said as she leaned forward and began kissing his neck.
"Jill, that's enough for now," he said as he reached down, grabbed her hair, pulled her from his meaty cock, and tossed her to the side.
He carried Amber to the plush blue couch in the living room. She could feel the tip of his cock digging into her cunt as they walked and ground slowly against it. All the while he kept her pierced on his cold blue eyes. He sat down on the soft cushions with her straddling him. The purple head of his cock pressed into her belly button and she felt the cool, sticky, wetness of his pre-cum trickle down her tight belly.
Jill followed them on her hands and knees. As she made her way, she stripped away piece after piece of clothing, until she was in nothing more than a small metal chain with a lock around her waist. She knelt to the side of the couch and closed her eyes, as if waiting for his orders.
"Are these your favorite panties?" he asked. He hooked his thumbs in either side and stretched them a little.
"Yes. I wore them to impress you," she said.
He smiled and then pulled hard on either side of the tiny boxer briefs. Amber felt the thin fabric give way, the rush of cool air hitting her asshole and cunt, and the slight sting of the elastic snapping against her hips. He pulled the remnants of the sheer fabric from between them and rolled the panties into a tiny ball which he squeezed gently in his left hand before tossing it away. The heat of his hard cock seemed to burn her now naked, aching cunt and sent a fire spreading through her spine.
"You didn't like them?" she asked.
"I loved them, but I want you to understand that I am your only favorite thing. Your clothes, your makeup, your body - exist to serve me. Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes, I'll serve you. Anything you want," she said and started grinding her sopping cunt up and down his shaft.
"Good," he said.
He lifted her hips for a moment and then lowered her dripping cunt onto his vein ribbed cock. She let out a slow moan as she sank down and then began rotating her hips hard and slow. His cock was so much better than all the dildos and vibrators she'd practiced with, so hot, with such soft skin while still being rock hard.
"I see you've been practicing, that's good," he said.
He let her ride his amazing cock for what seemed like hours. She'd never felt anything like having his meat piercing her. A wave seemed to grow from deep in her groin and then she felt her entire body seize, her cunt locked tight on his cock, her toes curled, and her voice echoed off the living-room walls.
"You've enjoyed yourself," he said.
"Oh, yes, oh God, yes," she said as she fell forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her pert little tits against his chest.
"I let you have my cock in your cunt tonight so that you'll know what you're leaving behind. After tonight you will never be fucked in this hot little pussy again," he whispered into her ear.
"Never?" she asked.
"Never," he said. He reached around to her ponytail and pulled her back to stare into her eyes again.
"If that's what you want, then that's what I want," she said.
"Good. Now, I'm going to give you one last treat," he said.
He stood up with her still wrapped around his waist, his hard cock buried deep in her dripping cunt, then swung her towards the couch and laid her down. He pulled back and then drove into her, sending the couch back a few inches, then again and again until the couch was backed up against the wall. She felt another orgasm growing, this one faster, and sharper, until it burst from her body in screams and moans. A few moments later he pressed his cock hard into her aching cunt and she felt it spasm deep, sending something hot and wonderful to fill her.
He sat down on the couch next to her and looked down on her writhing, panting, mess of a body.
"That was the only time you will ever be allowed to have my cum in your little cunt."
"Thank you," she rasped as she slid off the couch and then turned to face him.
He pulled her to between his strong legs and pushed her head down so she was staring at his cock, still dripping with his cum and her musky juices.
"Suck. Suck until it's hard again. Keep sucking until I tell you to stop or make you stop," he said.
She slipped her full lips around his softening cock and wrapped her tongue around the head. Up and down her head bobbed, the salty bitter of the cum still left in his cock sliding down her throat mingled with the sweet and sour of her own cunt on his manhood.
"I finally get to clean a cock that has just fucked me with my own slut mouth," she thought to herself.
Soon, his cock was growing hard again, reaching further into her throat each time she brought her lips to the base of his rod. She loved the feel of his cock growing in her mouth - it let her know that she pleased him and that she'd get to serve him again soon.
He grabbed her ponytail near the base and then stood up with his dick still buried in her throat. She struggled for a moment, but then relaxed and breathed through her nose. When she was calm, she looked up into his cold blue eyes and felt the heat in her loins build again.
"Jill, get over here," he said without looking away.
Amber glanced sideways and saw her mother crawl behind the man.
"Take my pants off the rest of the way and get that sweet little tongue of yours up my ass."
Amber saw her mother's hands reach around and undo the belt and button that had been holding his pants up, then pull them slowly to the ground. She felt his cock shift in her mouth and throat as he stepped out of his pants. Then she heard her mother's gentle moans as she saw her spread his ass-cheeks, her bright blue nails peeking out at the sides of his hips, as she began to work her tongue around and into his asshole.
"You always knew how to serve a man's ass," he said to Jill.
Then he began to pull back on Amber's ponytail. At first she thought he was done using her mouth, but just as the tip of his cock was tickling the back of her lips, he shoved her forward and buried his cock deep in her throat. Each time he pulled her back a little faster and pounded her face onto his cock a little harder, until at last she was lost to his rhythms and desires. She let herself be thrown up and down his cock as her drool splashed down her chest and soaked her shirt. Her small breasts could be seen clearly through the wet thin fabric and her nipples jutted forward like tiny pieces of hard candy. She could hear her mother faintly from time to time, thanking the man before plunging her tongue into his ass again. At last, he pulled his cock from Amber's mouth and began stroking it with his free hand.
"I'm going to cum. Hold out your hands," he said.
She was dazed for a moment, but slowly lifted her hands in a tiny bowl shape. A moment later, his cock spasmed and shot hot, white liquid into her open hands. He let go of her ponytail, pulled Jill away from his ass, and sat back down on the couch.
"Now, lap it up," he said to Amber as he grabbed Jill by the hair and pushed his spent cock between her lips.
Amber looked down at the gift he'd given her and then lowered her tongue to the bitter, salty treat. She looked up as she lapped at his cum and watched her mother's head bob up and down on his cock. She knew she'd made the right choice to become his slave.
When she had finished licking the last drop of his cum from her hands, he had her kneel next to her mother.
"Jill, move to my balls. Let Amber have my cock now," he said.
Her mother dutifully lowered her lips to his balls and began sucking on them as if they were the sweetest of candies. Amber wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and pulled the rest in slowly before settling into a rhythm that brought her nose the the base of his rod and then to the tip of his cock over and over. He laid back and waited for the strength to return to his cock. It didn't take long.
He pulled his cock free of Amber's greedy mouth as soon as it was hard again. Then grabbed Jill by the hair, pulled her sucking lips from his balls, and threw her to the side. She panted on the floor for a moment before pulling herself back up and kneeling at the side of the couch.
He bent Amber over the couch and pushed a tiny pillow under her hips which lifted her narrow, but shapely, ass into the air. She felt the head of his cock press against her tiny puckered hole and then a cool splash as his spit hit her asshole. A shiver ran through her body as his cock pressed harder against her tiny ass. Then a searing pain forced a whimper from her lips as the head finally pierced her tiny back door. Slowly, ceaselessly, mercilessly he pressed forward. Her hands clutched at the soft cushions of the couch, her toes dug into the rug beneath her feet, and her moans and whimpers seemed to drive him deeper. After an eternity of beautiful agonies, she felt his balls rest gently against her cunt and his pubic hair tickle her tiny ass-cheeks.
"You have an amazingly tight ass," he said before he started pulling his cock back.
At first he only pulled a little of his cock free of her ass before driving back in again, but with each stroke he pulled back further and slammed in harder. Each stroke following on the heels of the last just a little closer. Before long he was pounding into her ass in a blur of pain and pleasure. She lost herself in the sensations. Lost all sense of body, time, or mind. For a moment she was nothing more than a wonderfully aching asshole wrapped around his beautiful cock.
After a few more moments he reached beneath her, grabbed hold of her tiny pert tits and lifted her into the air with her ass still impaled on his pistoning cock. He thrust deep into her, growled like an animal lost in its most primal moment, and sent waves of pain from his spasming cock deep into her bowels. He pulled her free, threw her to the couch, and then milked the last few drops onto her gaping, red asshole.
When her panting had slowed and she could feel the aching in her ass clearly, he spoke to her again.
"Get up and kneel in front of me."
She slid from the couch and knelt in front of him, the soft rug under her knees, and his cum dripping from her ass onto her feet.
He pressed his half-hard cock into her mouth and she began to suck heartily on it immediately.
"No, gently this time," he said.
She held back and sucked as softly as she could.
"Swallow every drop," he said.
She was confused for a moment and wondered if he was going to give her some of his cum while his dick was still soft, then something hot and salty splashed from his cock-head onto her pink tongue. Without thinking she pulled the liquid down her throat and kept her lips wrapped tightly around the tip of his cock.
"What is this? Hot, salty... and the smell coming up into my nose- Oh God! He's pissing! He's pissing into my mouth! And... I love it," she thought as she realized what was happening.
When he was done he pulled his cock from her lips and sat back down on the plush couch. Amber moved quickly to kneel in front of him and waited for his next order.
"Lean forward," he said and then reached around to her tender asshole. He pressed his thumb in and then pulled it back out.
"Come here, Jill. You're daughter's asshole needs some care," he said.
A moment later she felt the soft touch of something strong, supple, and wet moving in circles on her aching asshole. She looked back and saw that her mother had buried her face in her ass and was licking with as much enthusiasm as she had shown him. She was so lucky to have someone as kind and powerful as him. He grabbed her chin and pulled her around to look into his eyes again.
"I've decided that I will make you mine. You'll call me Master from now on, just like Jill does. Isn't that right, Jill?"
"Yes Master," Jill said and then returned to licking and penetrating Amber's young ass with her deft tongue. Amber groaned, arched her back, and dug her fingers into her thighs.
"Do you understand, Amber?" he asked.
"Yes, Master."
"Good. You're going to be my personal little fuck slave from now on. I will let you have my cock in your mouth and in your pretty, little, tight ass - but never in your cunt. Your mother will continue to service me from time to time as she has always done. Sometimes, she will service you. Sometimes, you will service her. And sometimes, you both will service people you have never met before. She will continue to have her job and will pay me to keep you and to be your Master. Do you want this?"
"Yes, Master! Please, Master!" Amber said between gasps as Jill's tongue pushed deeper into her tender ass.
"I will also use you as my personal urinal. Anytime I feel like allowing you to drink my piss, you will drink every drop. Anything you spill, you will lick from the ground."
"Thank you, Master!"
"That's a good little fuck slave," he said.
"I'll try to be the best fuck slave ever, Master," she said.
"Happy birthday."
"Thank you, Master," Amber whispered as he took hold of her ponytail and lead her mouth to his hardening cock again.
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