Max Sharkey - Daddy_s slave

"What happens now?" she asked weakly.

"Your owner will be here to pick you up shortly. Right now, Uncle Richard will take you upstairs, where you will be bathed and properly attired. You must look sharp when you meet your master."

"B-but, who is he?" she inquired meekly. "Who will my master be? Can't you tell me?"

Gloria was horror-stricken and her face was flushed with fear and anger. Maxwell and Uncle Richard had abused her terribly. And now, after giving into their evil and depraved desires, they were going to sell her to someone she didn't even know.

She sobbed hysterically: "How can you do this to me? What have I done to deserve this?"

Maxwell and Uncle Richard exchanged knowing looks, but Gloria didn't comprehend what was going on in their minds. She despised both of them, but at least she knew them. What would her new master be like? Would he be brutal and mean? Could he possibly be worse than these two?

A dozen grotesque images flashed through her mind – none of them appealed to her. Her life at the Academy was terrible, but the unknown frightened her even more.

What would become of her? She was totally perplexed.

After she had bathed and dressed in a frilly French maid's costume that Uncle Richard had given her to wear, she stepped into the hallway, where Maxwell and her uncle awaited her.

Gloria looking ravishing. She was indeed quite a beauty, a lithe young girl with flowing blonde hair and a perfect figure – curvy and voluptuous for a girl of her tender years. She had suffered severe punishment at the Academy. She had been forced to commit depraved sexual acts for the sole purpose of pleasing her tormentors. But she had been taught the wonders of sex, having experienced a wide variety of sexual techniques.

She blushed like a bride when Maxwell and Uncle Richard stepped forward and appraised her, complimenting her beauty.

"My, don't you look pretty in your maid's uniform," Uncle Richard gushed.

"Yes, indeed," Maxwell chimed in. "She's as pretty as a picture. I'm sure her new master will love her. Now that she has attended the Academy, our little Gloria is well-versed in all aspects of sex. I can attest to that." He gave a wry smile that lit up his usually stern face.

"So can I," added Uncle Richard. "Now, follow me into our special greeting room. There you will meet your master, Gloria."

Gloria flinched and felt a chilling sensation running up and down her spine. She was speechless with fear.

Timidly, she followed Uncle Richard down a long corridor and into a dimly lit room. It was so dark that she could barely see her hand in front of her face.

In the shadows near the curtains at the far end of the room, she saw a man lurking about. He stood, apparently waiting patiently to see her. He would be her master. Her heart fluttered, skipped a beat and pounded in her chest.

"This is your master, Gloria. You are to serve him obediently at all times, minister to his every sexual whim. He is known to be a highly sexed man who likes his women young and hot. He is quite a bit older than you, but that should make no difference. After all, you have been trained to serve him, no matter who he is."

"But-but, I can't even see him," she stammered weakly.

"And you will not see him – not yet. Not at your initial meeting. He must try you out first. He has seen you, however, and thus far at least, he is pleased with you."

When Uncle Richard had finished his little speech, he blindfolded Gloria and led her forward. He lifted her gently onto a large couch, lifted the hem of her skirt so that her blonde cunt-thatch was exposed, and stepped aside.

Gloria shivered and shook with fear. She heard the man's feet scraping across the shag carpet as he approached.

She decided, to attempt a greeting.

"H-hello," she muttered, but he did not answer.

She could hear him taking quick, short breaths. She flinched when she felt his damp hand stroking her long blonde tresses and reaching down to caress her ripe, upthrust tits. As his fingers stroked her tits, her nipples responded immediately to the man's touch, puckering and swelling, pointing skyward. She trembled and waited anxiously for his next move.

She felt his fingers running through her cunthair, tenderly stroking her pussy-thatch. She wanted desperately to speak, to take off her blindfold and look at the man, but she was afraid that it would anger him. So she stifled back the urge to confront him. She lay trembling and sobbing slightly.

Then his fingers slipped into her cunt and tenderly pried open her cuntlips. When the unseen man plunged one of his fingers into her twat, she heard an obscene slurping noise that told her that her pussy was dripping with cunt nectar.

She was getting hot and horny from this strange experience.

The man slipped another finger into her slippery cunt and began to probe the inside of her cunt, pressing his fingertips along her pussywalls and gently tugging at her clit-nubbin. Her clit came to attention at the man's tender caress, becoming firm and erect as blood filled her sensitive love-button.

"Mmmmmm," she cooed unexpectedly. She hadn't meant to speak or even utter a sound, but when he began to finger-fuck her juicy pussy, she couldn't help herself. "Ohhhh, yes," she purred quietly, emitting a sexy sound which seemed to spur the man on to more vigorous caresses.

He kissed her lips, snaking his tongue into her hot mouth. Their tongues met and entwined in a passionate kiss that sent tingling sensations coursing through her pussy. She gyrated her hips in a come-hither gesture that was not planned, but just happened.

She wanted the man! Wanted him badly! Wanted his cock in her hot young cunt! She wanted the unseen man to fuck her, right there on the couch! It didn't matter that she was blindfolded and could not see him – she needed him desperately?

The man's body slid onto the couch next to her, and he took her hand, leading her fingers down his hairy, sinewy thigh. He guided her fingers onto his lengthy cockshaft which throbbed with passionate desire. His breathing was quicker than before, and Gloria knew that the man was getting turned on in a big way.

And much to her surprise, so was she. Her clit spasmed and her pussy leaked cuntjuice.

She gripped his throbbing cock in her nimble fingers and stroked his cock lovingly. His prick responded at once to her passionate touch, cock-knob swelling to monstrous proportions, prick-shaft lengthening and already thickening, the veins swelling as hot blood coursed through them. By the time she had stroked his prick twice, it was rock-hard and ready.

Gasping breathlessly, the unseen man turned and mounted her, deftly slipping his prick past her red, wet, swollen cuntlips and into the depths, of her needy cunt.

She swooned and whispered, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

And fuck her he did. His prick sliced into her cunt, and she felt her cuntjuice lubricating her pussy-channel, making the penetration of his cock easy and painless.

"Oh, yes," she cooed as his cock sawed into her pussy, raking along her cuntwalls, which rippled at the touch of his mighty cock-meat.

Her clit spasmed and she writhed about on the couch, thrusting her hips up, meeting his every cock-thrust into her heated twat. Her pussy flexed and gripped his plunging prick as he moved forward rapidly, holding his cockhead captive in her seething cuntal depths.

"Unnggghhh! Mmmppphhh!" he grunted loudly as he fucked her with a furious motion, ramming his prick forward and deep into her cunt.

She bucked and squirmed about beneath his prick, relishing his sexual assault. It was so sexy and exciting to be fucked so expertly by a stud of a man who she couldn't even see.

His cock tore into her pussy, stretching her cunt-muscles and sending wave upon delirious wave of passion and unbridled lust through her well-fucked pussy.