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My Master Friend's Games or What Happened to Roleplay?

It has been a few delicious weeks since I met my “Master” in person, and our relationship has quickly grown into something else. Our first few encounters were pretty straightforward. Not that there is anything straightforward about being on my back with my legs over his shoulders!

It was something else. There has been a concerted effort to know more about me and some of my fantasies too. It’s not like they were hidden and all. My profile on “The Site” has a lot of fetishes listed and a few stories written from a personal perspective. I think he was just seeing if he can mesh some of my fantasies with his and if I can, make some of his real for the both of us, all the better, right?

It was Wednesday morning, and I was driving down to see Gert, my Master friend. Gert in German means “spear strong” and it was a fitting name for him as you can imagine. He told me that we are going to have some role play fun and I should wear my denim skirt that hangs to mid-thigh, fishnet garter stockings, and my black riding boots that go up to just under my knees. If it weren’t for the fishnets, I would look like any other lady at the mall. I think he wants’s to play the John/hooker game since he asked for this specifically, and he hinted that there would be something special going on today. I’m so excited! My mind is racing, going through the different scenarios that may happen.

After a half of a knock on his front door, it flew open rather unexpectedly and there he was firmly telling me to come inside. He must have been anxiously watching for me through the front window and trying to beat me to the door. It’s nice to feel wanted! His attire caught my attention right away. He was dressed in a tuxedo shirt with black pants and joined with a black cummerbund to match the bow tie. Kind of like a hotel bartender would wear.

I was about to speak and he put a finger to my lips to stop me from saying anything so he could say “You are nearly late and the first order needs to be served real soon, so you better get yourself ready, my sweet baby Leslie!”

“Hmm? What are you talking about?" with genuine sincerity on my part. His intonation and speech was quite different saying that too. I couldn’t quite place it until after the next words flew from his mouth.

He bolted out "What do mean, What am I talking about? You’re my property, ain’t you? You’re my bitch fo sho, right? Those boots ain’t goin’ to pay for themselves! You’re going to work! Now listen up, Ho!”

Ah! I get it now. He was actin’ like a pimp! It seems he has fallen back to what he thinks a pimp sounds like and he’s trying to sound like Huggy Bear from an old Starsky and Hutch episode. Cool. I think I know what the scenario is going to be today!

After about 10 minutes of lettin’ me know that he’s my Master, no, make that my Pimp, and I’ve got to do what he says or there will be some harshness that’ll be more than words. I’ve not seen him like this before, and I have to say that the effort he has gone through to make this role-play session be pretty authentic is admirable. I was actually scared for what he might do if I didn’t do what he said to do.

So here I am, on my knees, kneeling on the other side of a piece of paneling in a corner of the garage with a decent size hole in front of me. I can’t see through it since there seems to be cloth covering it from the outside, and I can barely see anything in my “cubicle” either. It wasn’t long until the side door of the garage opened, and I can hear footsteps approaching my place of concealment.

It was a relief to hear my Master’s voice piercing the darkness. “Hey, baby. Daddy has something for you to take care of. Do it real nice like, and you’ll get a nice reward. Fuck it up, and you’ll get fucked up. Got it? Don’t say anything. Just do.”

This is cool! My Master made me a glory hole so he can treat me like a craigslist whore or something. He sure made me feel the part from his earlier talks, and now he’s pretending to be a John for me to service. I wonder what my reward will be?

There! I can hear the belt being unbuckled and the zipper going down. Now the pants are sliding down. “Any second now,” I think as I lick my lips in anticipation of his “spear strong” being shoved through the hole.

The cloth pulled aside and through the dim light, I can see a half-hard cock being shoved towards me to service for my John. What light there was is now blocked my the pelvis and balls of my “John." I reached up to where the cock should be and thought about it. I was reaching for a cock and not Gert, not a Master, and not a Mr. John. I was simply reaching for a cock and by deduction, the cock was wanting something from the "hole” to make it happy. That thing in the hole was me. Gert has just moved me from being his sub Leslie to being an object of sex. In mere seconds after grabbing the cock in front of me I became a tool for sex. Nothing else. And yes. I like it. Thrilling!

I held the cock with two fingers and stroked my fingernails along the length to get it harder, and it was sure working. The heft was getting greater, and everything was getting longer and wider by the moment. I leaned forward and made sure the cock knew I was there. I held it tightly with my lips just past the head, and my tongue began to fuck the dick hole with purpose. That was the first time I heard a noise from the cocks owner and what a special noise it was. A sound you only get from a primal instinct, and it was me who caused it!

For a living sex object, it felt kinda powerful!

I opened my mouth and lowered my tongue I went as far as I could. The paneling hindered my efforts to take him deeper into my mouth. Without it, I am sure I could have gotten Mr. “John” Gert deep enough for a real deep throat. Ah well. He wants a BJ through a Glory Hole so it’s a bj he’ll get. I practiced what I knew to get the cock off in fairly short order. Not that there aren’t any spectacular details to mention. Simply; make a cock hard, pleasure for a few moments, edge just a little, make it cum. That’s what a glory hole whore’s supposed to do, right? The time for sentimental musings was long past the instant the cock came through the hole.

Just as soon as the last spasm finished and the cum swallowed, the cock went away, and the curtain closed. I felt happy knowing that I let my Master/Pimp act as a John for his pleasure. I heard the door open and close wondering where he went. No doubt was preparing for something else while I sat on my butt to ponder.

Oh, there he is! He must have forgotten something because the footsteps are getting closer again. And just like before, I hear a buckle, zipper, and a familiar swoosh/klink of a buckle and pants hitting the floor. What? Already? What came through the hole next took me by complete surprise. Before the light was blocked, the cock that was presented to me was much different than the one before. This one was long and skinny, pointed straight up with a leftward bent. This was NOT my Masters cock. What’s going on here?

I managed to squeak out a “Master?" Then another decibel just above that. "Master?”

The curtain to the side of me was pulled away, and the harsh beam of a flashlight was held right at my face for an uncomfortable length of time.

“What’s wrong baby?” came the poor Huggy Bear impersonation. “Is you mouth taking a break? You wantin’ to quit me?" He continued "You have a customer who wants to feel good and you be the one to do it. If I have’s to tell you again, I’m gonna beat yo ass, got it?”

All I can do at the moment was to stare at my now “Pimp” in disbelief with the realization that he has just crossed the line from making a private little fantasy all too real. A quick wake-up slap across the cheek snapped me out of my racing mind just in time to hear him say “Get to work!" The curtain dropped which left me in the dark with my thoughts and an invisible cock in front of me.

What else was I supposed to do? I reached out to find the protrusion coming through the feed hole and once I found it, I caressed it with both hands. I couldn’t see it with my eyes, so I let my hands see the new cock for me. The feeling of discovering a new cock this way was something I wasn’t used to, much. I’ve been blindfolded before and gave a short line some entertainment that way. But back then, I knew who was in the room. This time, I had no idea who was invading my darkness.

What else can i do? I liked my Master Gert and didn’t want to disappoint him. He made me feel worthy being with him, and I didn’t want to loose that. So I focused on the task in front of me to please my Master. If I make whoever was at the other end of this tool happy, my Gert will be happy too!

This one was firm, and I had to pull it down to get at it. I hope it didn’t hurt! Ha Ha. I don’t think Mr. John had any complaints after his dick found the warm embrace of my mouth. The guttural "Oh Fuck!” said all I needed to hear to know I was doing something good.

As it seems, a person can have other thoughts floating around no matter what else they are doing. One moment, I’m wondering if this Mr. John had some fruit for breakfast. His precum was pleasantly sweet and at the same moment, it just hit me how quickly the gears switched from role play to being a “whore” for my “Pimp." "What would be next?" "Where?" "What?”

My attention was diverted back to the moment upon hearing “I’m gonna cum!” and mere moments later, my answer to what he had for breakfast was answered. I was definitely not beer and eggs! I pulled out of my throat to make sure more of his juice splashed across my mouth. AAhh! Nice! Stroking with my hand to get as much as I can while probing his cock tip must have been right for him too. The shudders of his legs transferred to the paneling shaking the whole setup.

I was left to my own again once the tasty breakfast cock was pulled back through the hole. There was still enough of his juice to delicately swish from cheek to cheek once before swallowing.

I heard the door shut again and this time, my Master, or Pimp was all alone when he pulled the side curtain away.

“Yo Daddy’s happy, Leslie. Ya did good being my ho. Come on out from there and let me see my property in the light” as he extended his hand to help me up to my feet. The help was needed too. These knees are gettin’ tight and standing all the way up took a second. Good thing that I was wearing low heel boots and not heels. Falling would have been a distinct possibility!

Master Pimp Gert had spun me around by then and was holding me close against his hips and was nuzzling my neck and whispered, “You like being mine?”

A slight “Uh huh.” was all I could muster.

“You know, being my whore, I need to be made sure you are ready to take what you are given. You feel this?” he asked as he ground his hips into my ass. “That’s your destiny. It’s going inside of you right now, and I am going to make you mine.”

I’m not sure when my skirt went up or when his pants went down but there I was being impaled by his “spear” and feeling that it may really be my destiny to be doing this. He gave me purpose by being something that he wanted, and I got a feeling that was incredible. There were even a few squeals of delight leaving my lips.

I felt whole.

“Oh yeah, that’s right baby. That feels good” he said. He stopped. Why had he stopped? I turned around to look at his face. His member still deep inside me. So deep!

“Tell you what. I can stop right now. Unless you beg me to continue.”

I just looked at him. What was he asking me?

“No?” he said gruffly

A minute passed or what seemed like a minute.

“Alright then, I’ll pull out and send you on your way” and began to do so…

“No!” I whispered.

“What did you say?”

“I said don’t stop,” I whispered again, on the verge of tears.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Then say it.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Hard? Do you want me to fuck you hard, bitch.”

“Yes… fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

That’s all it took to get my Master going again. The butt slapping was loud along with our moans and squeals. (His moans - my squeals)

With my hips being pulled hard into his, I couldn’t do anything but think about the cock that is being driven deep into my guts, filling me, stretching me, and making my legs quiver this time.

A gruff and guttural “You want more of this Leslie?” came from behind me. “I think you do." "I gonna give you what you want.”

I was bent over a table by now, and my Pimp was takin’ what was his. He was driving hard and rough. The way I’ve come to need it from him. He has made me beg, and scream, and sweat like the white whore he’s turned me into. My mind focused on being his instrument of pleasure. I wasn’t sure if he was fucking me, Leslie, or just fucking so he had something to masturbate into. At this point, it didn’t matter.

Again, gruffly, with a slight intonation of the Huggy Bear routine, “You gotta choose up baby. You wanna be my ho?" (A slap across my ass!) Well, baby? Do ya?”

All I could muster was a guttural “Fuck yes!”

My body needed the attention he was offering me. Not my mind. I needed to be sculpted and shaped, made into something that serves his pleasure, not thought.

He was asking me to be surround by thick, hard, ruinous dicks pumped into every hole. Cum will be dripping and sliding inside and out of me. He wants to expel the last fragments of the old me, and this is what I want. I want to be broken and taken apart - rebuilt as the toy and pet that get’s used as a convenient and pleasing hole to cum in.

Let my Master do the thinking for me and empty my mind, so he can fill it up with himself. Be the simple happy little whore I know I can be.

He pulled himself into me for one last time and held it their while I felt him spasm to the final end.

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