Mask of Zorro

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msawake:

i was nervous, excited, and decidedly achy. i would be meeting Your poker buddies for the first time. More than that, they would know who i am to You, this You had explained to me, was how i was to serve You on these nights. This was to be the first of many.

i was dressed simply, in my red flowing dress, heels and my collar, which is always on. i had prepared some appetizers, a bar, and table was set with Your cards and poker chips.

When the boys started to arrive, i was beside You at the door, on my knees. My eyes were lowered so all i could see were their feet and pant leg to try and put to their names. As You welcomed them, You would stroke my hair and introduce me. My eyes were to remain lowered. You would lead them to the poker room, invite them to help themselves at the bar. Coming back to the door, where i was waiting, when the door bell rang again. There were many nights for talking and interesting conversations but i was to be seen, not heard from, tonight.

i counted that Your five friends had arrived, and knew that was my cue to follow behind You. As everyone got settled, i quietly brought around the plates i had prepared. After going around the table i kneeled beside You, pressed up against Your leg. The masculine chatter was intoxicating. i felt so unbelievably needy and loved all wrapped into one, being Yours, so obviously owned for others to bare witness to. I was dizzy with want for You. As if You could sense my need, without even a pause in a conversation You were having, You unzipped Your pants, and grabbing my hair moved me so that i was nestled between Your legs, Your hard and proud cock right in front of my face, the scent and sight of You made my mouth and cunt water. It was all i could do not to whimper. Not a sound, You had said. God, i wanted to please You. Angling Your cock, You feed it to me, pulling me down, inch my glorious inch. My eyes roll up in the back of my head, and my body is humming. The room has gotten just a little bit quieter, but i think that could just be the buzzing in my ears, and the world has just shrunk to You and i. You hold me there, with Your cock buried in my mouth and throat, i am taking shallow breaths and suckling like the greedy slut i am for You. You stroke my hair and i can feel You pulsing in my mouth, Your hips rolling ever so slightly. i know i am going to spend a great deal of time just like this.

i love poker nights.
(and am the luckiest slave ever)

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