
            
                      Imagine the Master by Sybian

                       1999  by  Sybian1@aol.com

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Imagine her, your wife of so many years, allowing this man to slide
his cockmeat into her ass. You begged her for years to let you fuck
her there but she never would so you stopped asking. Imagine her
dressed in a black satin corset, charcoal stockings and black patent
leather "fuck-me" pumps, on her knees, on a hotel bed, her
French-tipped fingers digging into her fleshy ass as she pulls
herself apart for this man. Imagine her moans as he forces the
bulbous purple head of his tool beyond her sphincter, "Please
Master, fuck my ass, fuck my big whore's ass, please,
please.........." Imagine sitting in the corner of the room, silent,
your tiny boy-cock twitching, as the mother of your children becomes
a slut for this man. As he slowly works his thick, heavily veined
shaft into your mates tight, dark forbidden region, your hand
reaches for your pathetic thing. "Don't you dare!", he hisses at
you. Frightened, you draw back your hand and mumble, "Sorry,
Master." Imagine as the large, muscular man continues to slide his
engorged length into your wife's bowels as her panting, fevered
moans once again fill the nearly dark room; "Oh my God, fuck me,
fuck my ass, I can't believe....... oh shit, I, I,..........shit,
fuck,.....this is what you wanted,......oh.........oh........ right,
hon, right, this is it......., your, your......oh fuck......your
fantasy?"

Imagine him turning to you and grinning, ordering, "Answer your
wife," as he finally gets his whole rod buried deep within your
bride's ass. Imagine muttering, "Yes, yes, this is what I wanted" as
the Master begins to slide his man's meat in and out of your
beloved's virgin ass as her moans of passion fill the room, now just
a willing receptacle for this powerful man's prodigious load of hot
seed.

Imagine now as the Master pumps his thick tool in and out of your
wife's willing ass. You sit in the corner in wonderment at how this
man has turned your wife into a whore. He orders her to reach
beneath herself and rub her clit as he pounds into her. "Thank you,
Master, thank you," she screams as her hand finds the swollen stalk,
furiously rubbing now, seeking climax. Imagine his hands grabbing
her meaty ass flesh, as you watch as the full length of him
disappears into her brown sheath and then reappears again, faster
and faster. He turns to you and without missing a stroke, sneers,
"Want to see your slut wife cum? Want to see how a real man brings
your poor, wanting bitch an orgasm? Want to watch as I dump my load
into her big ass? Answer me!" "Yes, Master," you whisper, and then
hoping to please him say, "Please let me watch my slut wife cum."
"That's a good boy," he laughs, and then staring down at your wife
as she savagely rubs herself, her hand a blur, a low guttural moan
now escaping from her heavily painted lips, he orders, "Your husband
wants to watch you cum for Master. Cum now, bitch. Cum now! CUM YOU
FUCKIN' WHORE, CUM NOW!!!! "Oh, God........fuck,
fuck...shit.......I'm..........I'm........ I don't
believe.......fuck me, fuck
me......yes.......more.............hon,I'm.........I'm...........,"
as the first waves of orgasm ripple through her, her screams of
pleasure fill the hotel room. Imagine watching the Master's leather
trussed, overly large, shaved sac heave as he too is climaxing,
pumping his searing hot man juice into your bride's bowels. You
silently pray that he will be kind enough to allow you to drink of
his seed from her well-fucked ass when he is through with her. You
manage to momentarily draw your attention from this extraordinary
erotic spectacle to gaze at your boy-dick and notice that it is
dripping viscous fluid. A chill overtakes you as you hope this
doesn't anger Master.

Imagine this man, your wife's lover, your Master, as he slowly,
maddeningly slowly, withdraws his organ from deep within her. You
stare in awe, wondering to yourself how different your life would've
been if you had possessed such a cock. As he finally reveals the big
mushroom head of it, a long thread of thick jism drips from the tip
to pool with your wife's girl-juice on the sheet. Your wife
collapses on the bed, whimpering, silently sobbing a whispered
incantation. You strain to make out the words. "I've never cum
before. My first time. Oh my God, thank you, thank you," she repeats
in an other worldly voice, over and over. Can it be? Your 38 year
old bride has never had an orgasm? You shudder as the reality of it
overtakes you. Had that been acting all those years? You cast you
eyes downward, ashamed at how gullible you've been. Your eyes fall
upon your small stiff appendage, it mocks your shame with it's
excitement, leaking as it is, begging for release. Imagine him
bending, taking your wife's broad ass in his strong hands and
kneading the jellied flesh, covering her behind with soft kisses,
all the while softly whispering to her, "It's okay, darling, you
needed to cum so badly. Master is so happy that you've given him
this pleasure. Master hopes there will be many more times, he has so
much to teach you."

He raises to his full height and barks, "Look at me, little man,"
and you comply, not daring to anger him, afraid that he might leave.
You stare at his thickly muscled form, but your eyes are drawn
immediately to his crotch where his cockmeat is waving menacingly in
front of him, still hard. He wears some manner of black leather
harness, a ring at the base of his shaft and a thong which forces
his heavy sac out in a lewd manner. "I've given my whore, your wife,
her first orgasm. Now she'll never be satisfied with you, not
exactly what you had in mind when you first wrote me, huh?" "No,
Master," you whisper. He reaches down to the bed, and as he whispers
in her ear, helps your wife, his whore, to her feet. Standing behind
her, he wraps his huge arms across her chest as he speaks, "Look at
her. She's a magnificent slut, isn't she?" Your eyes devour her
tightly corseted form, lingering on her dark legs, encased in nylon,
pulled taught by the garter straps. As your eyes fall on her 6 inch
stiletto heels your attention is brought back upward. The Master is
nuzzling her neck and his hands have found her breasts, pushing them
together, squeezing them, plying the stiff nipples with his thumbs.

Imagine now that he whispers to your wife and she giggles, and then
her countenance changes quickly, becoming dark as she speaks to you.
"Do you know what I have in my ass, dear husband?" "Yes," you reply,
embarrassed and excited at the same time. "Well, what?", she
suddenly barks. " The Master's cum," you whisper. "That's right,"
she says. "And what do you think I should do with it?", now
giggling. "Please let me drink it," you whisper, hoping your reply
is correct. "Good boy!", she laughs. "And because we have the very
best Master in the whole world, he's going to allow it," gasping now
because the man has found her cunt lips with his finger and is
lightly stroking her. "What do you say, my husband?" "Thank you,
Master," once again bowing your head, glimpsing your boyish tool
betraying your excitement.

Imagine the Master, standing before you, his powerful arms folded
across his massive chest, his blood engorged tool pointing at you
like an accusatory finger, shaming you for your passions. He sneers
through clenched teeth, "Stand up," and you do, disbelieving that
you have found yourself alive in one of your masturbatory fantasies.
Imagine standing before him, hands at your sides, head bowed, as
your wife kneels beside him in her whores garb, licking and sucking
his fingers like a dog, running her hands over his big thighs. "Your
wife tells me that your fantasy is to swallow another man's cum from
her, after she's been fucked. That you talk about this while
attempting your feeble lovemaking. Is this correct"? still sneering.
"Yes, Master," you whisper. "Yes, Master what, you shit"! He barks.
"Yes, Master, I dream of drinking another man's cum from my wife
after she's been fucked," hoping again that your reply is correct.
"That's more like it. And lucky for you that I have found your wife
so pleasing this evening, it's put me in a rare benevolent mood. Now
get on the floor, on your back, MOVE!!! he shouts, and you comply
quickly, almost tripping as you scramble to lay down on the worn
hotel carpet, waiting.

Imagine him helping your wife to her feet, helping her gain her
balance in the six inch heels. As he reaches to insert a finger into
her fuckhole he says to her, "Darling, I want you to kneel with your
ass over his mouth, and keep your amazing asshole tight for me, I
don't want you spilling a drop of what you have there." As he
expertly moves his finger in and out of her cunt, you can here the
squishing as your wife attempts to reply between fevered gasps,
"Yes, my Master,.......oh.........I won't........oh...I
won't.......I promise not to spill.....God...oh my.........a drop of
your precious load!"

He releases her and you watch her walk to you, drinking in her
slutty beauty, enhanced by the heavy makeup she's put on to please
this man. She turns and straddles your chest, the spikes of her
shoes just inches from your stare and she begins to lower herself.
You watch as the garter straps dig into her flesh, growing taut with
her exertions. You gaze up at her pouty, swollen cunt lips, the
juices of her arousal glistening, almost dripping from her. The
Master offers his hand to help her balance herself in this awkward
position, as he straddles your thin legs, facing her now. Soon the
cleft of her ass is touching your nose, and he has her move forward
just a bit, so that her brown hole, hidden from you by her meaty
globes, is just over your mouth.

Imagine being almost delirious with lust, wondering what it is about
you that finds this humiliation so exciting, like nothing you've
ever experienced before as he speaks, "Ready, babe? Good girl. Now
give me your right hand and reach around to your ass with your left.
That's it. Good. When I tell you to, pull that extraordinary ass of
yours open and push Master's seed out into his mouth." "Are you
ready, little boy?", he laughs. "Yes, Master, I'm ready to receive a
superior man's load into my hungry mouth," doing your best to please
him. "Isn't he a good husband, Master"? You hear your bride say
before her words are choked off by the unmistakable sound of his
cock entering her mouth. "He's very good, you're lucky to have found
such a fellow to marry" he says as he starts fucking your wife's
face. "And if he begs he'll get his reward," he groans now from the
pleasure of her warm mouth. "Please, Master, I beg you, I need to
drink your cum from my wife's ass, please allow me to drink of you,"
you stammer, hoping he'll be pleased. Imagine opening your mouth
wide in anticipation and dread. "Now, let him have it. Go ahead,
open yourself and fill his mouth," he orders. And with that a
torrent of hot, greasy man-juice explodes from your wife's asshole,
almost choking you. You keep your mouth open as the congealed slime
fills your throat. You try not to choke as you start to swallow, as
another man's seed fills your belly, seed from your loving wife's
ass, where this man has deposited it minutes ago.

Imagine this scene. Your wife of fifteen years, crouching over your
face, forcing another man's semen out of her bowels into your greedy
mouth as that same man holds her head and runs his rock hard tool in
and out of her throat. This picture in your mind excites you like
you've never been excited before, your small balls ache with desire
and you know that the smallest touch to your pitiful dick would
cause it to shoot. As the last of your wife's lovers jism slips past
your lips you hope you have pleased him enough that he will allow
you release.

