The Unknown Master (closed to DangerousDarkEyes)

Lassard leaned up close to Mary, bringing his mouth right up to her ear, his breathing heavier as he slid his hand up and down his shaft watching her, talking her in.

"I'll tell you when to come. Just keep on touching yourself just enough..." Lassard took a lick of Mary's neck. He could taste her sweat and the smell of sex filled the air.

"I need you. I need your mind, your body, everything you are. I need you all."

Lassard let go of himself and leaned over Mary, kissing her passionately on the lips, she returning the kiss though between irregular breaths as she held herself back from cunning.

"I need you Mary, to be there for me during the day, during the night - all the time. When I want you, I promise," Lassard kissed her ravishingly on her neck, a mix of lips, nibbles and tongue, "I promise to treat you well, Mary. I promise."

And then, "Cum for me Mary Peterson."
 
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It was getting harder and harder for Mary to hold back as she played with herself and listened to what Lassard was saying. He did admit to wanting and needing her all the time, but this time it seemed more of a wish than a command. It made her feel as if she had choices which made it now so bad and her family would prosper. They already had.

“Oooohhhh” she moaned getting really close to the edge.

“Cum for me Mary Peterson.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, she came and came hard. Her body bucked and thrashed on the bed as she moaned out her pleasure. She couldn’t believe how fantastic she came and knew it was because of what he had been doing all these nights of teasing and tormenting her. Then tonight being watched by him as he played with his massive cock, had enhanced the orgasm she had even more.

“Oh wow….yesss….” she moaned as she began to calm down from the euphoria that had just spread through all her limbs.
 
Lassard saw Mary buck in pleasure, her lips parted, her eyes closed with a frown. He took a deep breath - the sight of her was wondrous, and he let himself cum, pulling the bed sheet up to catch his seed as it gushed out of him.

He lay there for just a moment as he caught his breath, his eyes closed, his hand moving gently back and forth over her breast.

He leaned in and kissed her again on the lips, letting each kiss linger, loving the taste of her. He looked at her and said, "Thank you."

He moved a strand of hair, soaked with sweat, off her forehead and moved down and kissed her neck again, then her breast, then her belly. He so desperately wanted to clean her pussy off but he held himself back. She had done enough tonight.

In the nude, his long cock now flaccid, he took the dirty sheet off the bed and took the duvet, covering Mary up. He sat down next to her. We could see the sweat glistening off his well defined chest. He touched her cheek, caressing her, running his fingers through her hair.

He looked at her. She was a beautiful woman. He smiled at her, kissed her on the cheek, got up and left.
 
Mary went to the bathroom and cleaned herself off. She still couldn’t believe what a massive orgasm she had had. It had been awhile but she was pretty sure that wasn’t the only reason she came so hard. After cleaning up, she slipped under the duvet and fell fast asleep.

The next morning her alarm went of at the usual 4am and she said up feeling pretty good. She quickly got dressed in her uniform and got his breakfast ready. He was still sleeping sound when she left the room but as she got down the hallway, she heard his alarm go off. She went to her room and ate her breakfast.

When she was thru she knocked on his door asking if she could take the dishes and he had said yes. With that he gave her some instructions for in the morning to take care of which after cleaning up breakfast, she started on his list for her. Neither had spoken of the night before and now she was a bit embarrassed by what she had done. Yet it had made him so happy and there was her reason along with it made her family happy. And then she admitted to herself, having those kinds of orgasms, it made her happy too.
 
Lassard felt great in the morning. He found his breakfast by his bedside, and had seen Mary shortly therafter, and gave her his list of tasks for the day. She looked shy, but the general feeling of hostility was clearly absent now after her family and last night. After his gym routine he headed to his office, stopping in the kitchen on the way to look for some papers he had left there previously. Mary was working on some dishes.

"Hello Mary," he greeted her, walking up to her. She greeted him in turn and smiled. "Have you seen some papers around here - there was a stack of invoices I was carrying around recently that I had left here... I think." Mary hadn't, but she started helping Lassard look for them. Lassard joked, "I promise this was not a ploy to just see you bend over and look for things, I really do just need those invoices." Mary responded positively Lassard thought - a slight chuckle and smile, but then with a return to a somewhat shy demeanor.

It must be embarrassing for her, Lassard thought. And it got him thinking. She probably has not had much of an opportunity to experience the pleasure her own body can give her. Given the history, and given where he wanted to take her, he decided that it was time to up the level of things - let her start feeling more and more pleasure at his hands. Between all that he was doing for her family and showing her how wondrous she, and her body, could be, he hoped to melt her.

He had loved seeing the look on her face as she came last night, and this was exactly what he told her after dinner later that night. She was standing by the kitchen sink washing some dishes. Lassard walked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. He let the length of his body touch her from behind. Mary looked up and straight ahead of her, then down at his hand, stopping her work with dishes, her hands covered with soap, one plate hanging limp in her hand. Lassard moved close to her ear and whispered, "Do you know how wonderful it was to see you come last night? Do you know how beautiful you are?" He kissed her neck once, and pulled her hips into him slightly, so she could feel his hardness grow against her. "I told you I would be kind, didn't I?" Mary nodded slowly. Lassard let one of his hands slide down Mary's belly and pushed down slightly over her clothes between her legs. "It would make me so happy... Mary Peterson," Lassard kissed her again on her neck, closer to her collar bone, "to have some dessert."

Lassard almsot chuckled at how cheesy it sounded, though his words were serious. He smiled.
 
Mary was totally caught off guard when the doctor came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. She felt the length of his body press against her and stood very still. She felt a bit embarrassed, but he did say he would be nice to her.

Then he surprised her again but pulling her back so that she could feel his hardness against her ass. She almost dropped the plate she was washing. That was when he picked her hands up with his, making her put the plate down and whispering about wanting dessert in her ear.

“What kind of dessert would you like, we still have cake and pie left from yesterday, Sir. I can get you either one, just tell me what you want.”
 
"That's not the kind of dessert I want." Lassard said, moving his hand down between Mary legs, but over her dress, pushing two fingers up against her mound through her dress. "I think you would be much sweeter than either of those other two options, and I promised, remember, to be kind." Lassard let his other hand fall on the back of her leg, so she could feel his skin against hers.
 
Mary gasped as she felt his two fingers push against her pussy, surprised by how good it felt.

“Well, okay,,” she said slowly, taking a deep breath, her heart beat racing. “What did you want me to do, go in the bedroom?”
 
Lassard slipped his hand under her dress, feeling her underwear and pushing, rubbing up against her. "Just stay right where you are," and with that he kissed her on the neck again, and bringing both his hands under her dress as he lowered himself to the ground, brought her panties down past her knees. Before he could say anything he had both his hands on her thighs, gently pushing them apart as he ducked his head under the little bit of dress that fell on her legs. Her pussy was right there and he opened his mouth, letting the heat from his mouth wash over her. He moves right up to her and shot his tongue out, pushing and licking twice over her clitoris. But then before fully tasting her sweetness he came out from underneath and looked up at Mary.

"Put your legs on my shoulders," he said, helping her maneuver her legs onto him as he stood up, holding her up with his arms, she naturally bringing her arms around his neck to hold on. Now, with Mary essentially sitting on Lassard's shoulders but with her pussy right in his face, he stook a few steps over to the closest couch in the living room, accessible trough a wide open archway, letting his tongue jut out every so often. Letting her gently down onto the sofa on her back, he stayed with his mouth between her pussy lips, opened it wide, and create a seal around her. He started humming a low voice and breathing hot breaths into her... he wanted to taste her deeply, his hands holding the sides of her ass,
helping her arch her hips into him.

"You taste so good..." He said before pulling back and up slightly, flickering over her clit.
 
Mary was surprised when he went down on the floor and easily slid her panties off. She could feel his warm breath against her pussy. She felt butterflies in her belly and when his tongue darted out pushing and licking her clit, she moaned with pleasure. Shivers went down her spine.

"Put your legs on my shoulders,"

She couldn’t believe she was doing this but she put her legs on his shoulders and he picked her up moving her to the couch. Each time his tongue darted out at her clit she would moan again feeling delightful chills at the center of her sex.

On the couch as his mouth and tongue explored and his humming caused her pussy to vibrate sending more shivers down her spine.
Mary arched her hips up to his mouth wanting him to taste her, tease and toy with her. This was more pleasure than Mary had ever felt and she loved the fact that he seemed to be enjoying himself as well.

"You taste so good..."

She was breathing heavily and moaning as he continued teasing and toying with her clit, which now was swollen and right at the edge of coming. He seemed to know this and stopped right before and let her breath calm down. He then started again, until she screamed out in ecstasy, her body arched tight up against his mouth as it shook.

“Oh yesss yesss just like that….” she moaned out as she came hard.
 
Lassard kept his mouth tight around Mary's pussy as she arched her hips and pushed hard into him, raising her bottom three feet off the couch. He tastes her juices and licked her hard as he settled her down into the couch. He let the waves of her orgasm wash through her as he occasionally licked her all up her pussy,
Penetrating her along the way, kissing and massaging her clit intermittently with his tongue. He looked up at her, smiling. "You enjoyed it, Miss Peterson?"

Mary amid her deep breaths and the pleasure that settled through her body was able to nod her head yes. Lassard got off the couch and sat down on the floor right next to Mary, kissing her on her lips.

"This is how I want to treat you. I love it that I can give this to you."

Lassard for the first time really thought about how her life must have been. How different it was from his. "You've worked so hard. It's your right... and it's what I want."

"It's a good match, Miss Peterson - wouldn't you say?"
 
Mary couldn’t believe how hard she had come and now he was telling her this was what he wanted to give her. Telling her how he thought she worked so hard that she deserved something like this. All Mary could think about was how great the pleasure was and how much she really did want it.

"It's a good match, Miss Peterson - wouldn't you say?"

“Yes it is a good match, but what about you? Where is the pleasure there for you?” she asked confused and couldn’t believe this was all about her like he was suggesting.
 
Lassard ran his fingers through Mary's hair slowly as he answered, "Though I am the master of the house. And though you call me Sir, the truth of the matter is a true man of domination finds pleasure in the pleasure of his woman."

"And I told you I would be gentle... I had planned on adding another duty to your list my dear. Tomorrow morning I need you to wake me up early. At three a.m. The manner in which you choose to wake me is up to you. One way will tell me that you are ready to take this on completely from then onwards. The other will tell me you are not. This, my dear, is my act of kindness to you."

And with that, Lassard kissed her on the forehead, and left the room. He had to work after all.
 
As Mary worked the rest of the day she thought about what the doctor was expecting of her. She really had no idea what he meant about waking him up. The more she thought about it the more confused she became. So she decided to talk to him about it after dinner when he had a chance.

She got all caught up on her chores and then made a nice dinner for them. Later when he was at the table and she picked up his dishes she decided to talk to him.

“Sir, it seems I’m really confused by what you are asking me to do. I only know of one way to wake you up and that would be to gently shake you and call you’re name. I don’t really know what else there is or what you might think of my experience, I’ve never woken up anyone other than how I told you. Could you please explain this to me a little more as to your wants or needs, or what you’re looking for. At least a clue.” she asked extremely innocently.
 
Lassard looked up from his plate at Mary. She really had no idea.

"Mary," he put his fork down, "I have been coming into your room in the middle of the night for some time now, correct?" Mary nodded with a "Yes, Sir."

"As you sensed for yourself yesterday, while I want to take good care of you, I also demand a certain amount of attention. The same type of attention I gave you on those nights."

"Mary, I am allowing you to do this of your own volition, as opposed to commanding you to do something."

In reality Lassard wanted her to choose to touch him. She wants her to feel what it was like to, herself, engage a man. It would be with that, that he could then really get things going the way he wanted to with her - for it would only be then that she would realize not only how much she loved the pleasure, but how much she enjoyed giving it as well.
 
After listening to the doctor, she had a much more understanding of what he wanted. He also was making it so that it was her own choice and not a command from him. The idea of being able to touch him and wake him immediately started getting her excited.

When she got to her room, she set the alarm for 3:00am and then showered and shaved and put on the pajamas that he had bought her. She fell asleep rather fast considering her day and the fact that she had to get up early.

When the alarm went off, she quickly brushed her teeth and hair, then went to his room. He was sleeping very sound. She quietly sat down on the bed beside him and started to slowly unbutton his pajama top. She let her fingertips glide over his chest as she was doing this. When she had it all unbuttoned, she caressed his chest with just her fingertips, spending time flicking across his nipples making them hard. She heard him moan now and then but wasn’t sure he was awake.]

Then her hands caressed down his body until they came across his semi hard erection. She caressed it thru the material of his pajama bottoms, giving it a little squeeze and then outlining it with her fingertip. She also caressed his bare back and then down across his covered ass very light and sensually. Once he started moaning more, she slipped her hand beneath the pajama bottoms and began to lightly caress his cock, rubbing her thumb over it and feeling the moisture. Mary was beginning to think she had awoke him but still wasn’t sure as she stroked his cock and started kissing him around his neck, nibbling on his ear and whispering in his ear.

“Are you awake Sir?”
 
Lassard awoke with the feeling Mary's hand touching his cock. He was hard, and now wet, and he could feel her thin fingers around him, her thumb over his tip, spreading his wetness over him. She felt so good, and it took all his strength to keep himself still, giving the appearnace of sleep. He reveled in the feeling of her body against his, her lips against his neck, shivers of pleasure quietly surging through him. Her whisper, her words, ending in "Sir". Everything about it made him want to grab her, kiss her and take her right then. But no. She had made the choice to do this, which was the best part of it all. And he wanted to see how far she would go...
 
Mary heard nothing but heaving breathing from the doctor, and felt his body shiver. This made her smile and wanting to please him continued caressing his body all over, including stroking his cock now and then. She kissed along his neckline, the warmth of her breath against his neck and then planted kisses down his chest and abdomen. She would go up and down with the kisses, even licking him with her tongue, flicking it across his nipples and see more shivers.

Then she got a bit bolder and gently slipped her hand in his pajama pants and pulled them down over his cock. At first she just used her fingertip all along it and circled the top while admiring him at the same time. She watched as he grew stiffer and she bent her head down, darting her tongue out to lick the head of his cock. Her tongue flicked across his dick head several times, letting her taste the precum already forming there. Then she licked down the shaft and back up before opening her mouth and sucking on the head of his cock. She was sure this would wake him up.
 
Lassard's breathing deepened as Mary explored his body. Once he felt the cool air hit his cock followed by Mary's delightful oral advances, her tongue teasing him, he could not help himself. He moved his hips slightly as
she went down on him, and brought his hand to gently run his fingers through her soft hair. "Mmm... so good... Miss Peterson..." He said with his eyes closed.
 
After hearing his response and knowing he was enjoying what she was doing, Mary took it further and took his entire length into her mouth. She gagged several times before she could relax her throat and let him slide down it but soon she was bouncing up and down on his cock, fucking him with her mouth.

She licked and sucked and teased his balls as he grew hard in her mouth. She moaned against his cock causing him to moan several times. Mary picked up the pace and was bobbing her head up and down rapidly, while her hands were fondling his hard sac. She kept this up, knowing he would probably cum in her mouth, but more than anything she wanted to taste his seed, just as he had tasted hers.
 
Lassard was definitely awake. He ruffled Mary's hair as she bobbed up and down on him, he feeling her throat on the tip of his cock, the tongue against his length. He had had many women on him, but she, with all of her apparent inexperience was sending him through the roof! It must have been because of all they had been through. All he had put her through. Lassard's thoughts were or a moment before they melted away into the shivers and electric surges of pleasure rising in him. He felt the wave peak. By instinct he thrust his hip up and his hands clenched the bed sheets as he felt himself burst his hot seed ink Mary's mouth, like a geyser aching to release for days, his cock shuddered in her mouth gushing load after load of hot white seed.

"Ohhh.... DAMN! HOLY... SHIT!" Lassard let out as he came. His mouth hanong open, his brow with sweat, his breathing heavy.
 
As soon as he started cumming, filling her throat with his hot load, she swallowed and swallowed until there was no more left. She sat back up with a pleased smile on her face and licked the rest of his cum from her lips. She bent down again, licking his cock completely clean. Then sitting back up, she wondered what she should do now. She really wanted to lay down with him and sleep, both of them naked and holding each other, but thought maybe that was not what he was interested in.

“Did I please you sir?” She asked as she unbuttoned the buttons on her shirt. “What would you like now?”
 
Lassard looked with glazed eyes at the beautiful woman who had willingly done this to him, was willingly calling him "sir", had just cleaned his cock off after swallowing his entire load completely. Of her own accord.

She had chosen to be his.

Lassard smiled at her as she unbuttoned her shirt, and unbuttoning his he motioned for her to lie next to him, patting the bed at his side. "That was wonderful Mary," he said looking at her as she moved in close to him. He moved a strand of her hair behind her ear, looking into her eyes. He whispered, "Take it all off." Keeping her eyes fixed on him, he could see the willingness, the desire,
yet the bit of apprehension.

Now both of them lying completely naked, Lassard brought his strong arm around Mary and lay on his back. Mary brought her arm around him, the two of them together, and they slept.
 
She smiled as he told her how wonderful she had been and happy to know she had pleased him. When he had her take her pajama’s completely off so that she was naked, she didn’t hesitate and instantly took them off. She felt excited that he wanted her naked and sleeping with him. This pleasure was something she hadn’t expected. And when he held her with her arm over him, she fell asleep more content than ever.

Mary woke up within an hour after sleeping and realized it was almost 5am. She quietly slipped from the bed and put her pajama’s back on. She went to the kitchen and made their breakfast. She put it on a tray and carried it to his room, unsure if he was awake yet or not.
 
Lassard awoke and Mary was gone. It was almost 5am. He stretched and sat up in bed. It was a wonderful night. Mary had willingly given of herself to him and both of them, he guessed, had fallen asleep with a great sense of contentment and...
maybe something else?

Mary came through the bedroom door, smiling, with breakfast for both of them. Lassard instantly smiled.

"Good morning Miss Peterson." Mary lay the tray down on his bedside table and Lassard picked it up and placed it on the bed. "Come on up here," he motioned to Mary to come and eat with him on the bed.

"I haven't had a night like that in a long time, Mary." Lassard said. He wondered if she would be confused, after all she knew he had lead the life of a playboy of sorts. But he left it at that for now. At one point they both looked at each other, with a knowing look in their eyes, smiled and then chuckled to themselves looking down at their plates. They conversed about what needed to be done today and then finished up.

As Mary got up to leave Lassard called out after her.
"Miss Peterson," Mary turned around, responding pleasantly like she always did as of late. "I think there won't be any need for you to wear those pesky panties under your uniform today. Would you agree?"
 
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