Master and Submissive

I’m sitting on our hotel bed, freshly showered and wearing a t-shirt and a pair of panties. I’m on the phone with my father while Punk is showering and shaving…

We just got back from working out, and oh my god, Punk worked me SO hard. He has so much energy, and I just don’t know where he gets it from. I’m exhausted, but in a good way.

I’m talking with my father about our extended family (my uncle, specifically) when Punk exits the bathroom. He is completely naked and he smiles at me before he goes to his suitcase and grabs a comic book. Finding the one that he wants, he returns to the bed and lies down upon it nonchalantly, as if he isn’t tempting me with his beautiful body.

I lose my train of thought with my dad and end up having to cut the conversation short, saying goodbye and exchanging “I love you’s”. Hanging up my phone, I turn to look at Punk, who is immersed in his comic.

“Why did you hang up?” he queries without looking at me. “I was enjoying hearing about your Uncle Billy”

I can’t talk when he’s totally nude around me, and I think he knows it: there’s a tone of joviality to his voice, not to mention the fact that he’s completely erect. “Sir, I just… well, I thought that you might need some attention…”

Punk chuckles at my words, turning the page in his comic book. “I could have waited for you to get finished, but now that you mention it…” He pauses for a moment, closing his comic book and gazing at me. “Why are you half-dressed, Star? You know that those clothes are going to have to come off”

I blush, grasping the hem of my t-shirt: it’s actually one of his, I like to wear his clothes. “I wasn’t sure how tired you were, sir. I thought that you might just want to go to bed”

“And miss out on your mouth and pussy? I don’t think so, pussycat. Now get undressed: and be nice to my shirt”

Standing up from the bed, I pull the t-shirt over my head and walk over to his suitcase, reverently folding the item and placing it back amongst his clothes.

“I didn’t give you permission to take my shirt” he reminds. “You’ve been naughty”

“Yes, sir” I agree, taking off my panties. I turn around and the sight before me makes my heart leap. Punk is sitting up in bed, his right hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself as he looks at me.

“I should just jerk off and have you lick my come from my belly when I’m done” Punk breathes, his eyes on mine. “But that wouldn’t be fair to either of us, now would it, Star?”

“N-no, sir” I reply, licking my lips. Oh, but he looks so good, and I can see that his cockhead is growing wet.

“Star, I’m up here” he reprimands, getting me to look into his eyes. “You get so fixated on my cock, baby… there’s more of me to love. Now, come here…”

I obey him, walking to my side of the bed and climbing in beside him.

“Kiss me while I jerk off” he breathes huskily.

I kiss him soft and sweet at first, which makes him moan. His tongue pushes against my lips and I open to him: this time he growls, but doesn’t speed up the pace of our embrace. I reach down between us and place my little hand over his…

“Naughty” Punk whispers against my lips. “I didn’t say you could touch my dick”

“Oh, please, sir” I answer, placing tender kisses on his chin and cheeks. “Please…”

“Please what?”

Now he’s just teasing me, but I play along, knowing what he wants to hear. “Please, sir, please let me stroke you…”

“That’s better” Punk responds. He removes his large hand and places my smaller one on his shaft. “Nice and slow now” he demands. “You know how I want it”

God help me, but I do. I run my hand up and down his shaft slowly, luxuriating in the feel of him. We kiss again, gently but deeply, and I mew into his throat when I feel his right hand go down between my legs. I open for him and am rewarded when he slides two fingers into my aching pussy. His thumb grazes my clit, which makes me jump…

Punk laughs at my reaction, breaking our kiss. “Does it feel good, baby?”

“Oh, yes” I reply, gently moving my hips in time with his ministrations.

“Good” he sighs. “Keep fucking me with your hand, it feels so fucking good”

I’m about to reply when he takes hold of the nape of my neck with his left hand and brings my mouth back to his. Our tongues quest against one another and I slide my fingers up to his cockhead, smearing his wetness over him. I play with the sensitive spot under the head with my thumb, making him groan.

“Oh, honey… oh god, you know just how to work me” he hisses against my lips. “Don’t you dare stop”

“Never, sir” I avow, and I mean it. Settling my hand around his shaft once more, I tighten my grip and go up and down…

Meanwhile, he is finger fucking my pussy nice and slow, in time with my movements. Oh my god, but I’m closing in on the edge already…

“Sir” I whine, pressing my forehead to his. “Oh, sir…”

“I know, baby… you go on and come for me”

“But you…”

He pulls his fingers from me, which makes me gasp unhappily until he takes hold of my left leg and lifts it up… “Put me inside of you, pussycat”

I do as he asks… it only takes him filling me to make me come. My pussy pulses slow but hard around him. I hear him grunt and then I feel him throb as he fills me with his fluid…

We’re left a mess, the both of us gasping for air, our connection warm and sticky. Somehow I manage to lean forward and kiss his chest, flicking my tongue out over his skin.

“Star…” he groans, cupping my face in his hands and pulling me up for a kiss.

Mmm, he tastes so good…

After a few moments, once we have calmed down a bit, he speaks. “Your dad sounds like a good man”

I smile, starting to feel drowsy from our activity. “He is, sir… he didn’t have it easy raising me. I was a bit of a problem child”

Punk laughs at this and caresses my face. “I doubt you were as bad as me, pussycat. I was rebellious as hell, just trying to get my dad’s attention… but his attention was always with the bottle, not me”

Turning my head to the side, I kiss Punk’s palm tenderly. “I can’t even begin to imagine what it was like for you, sir… I don’t like thinking about you being hurt”

He shrugs softly. “I don’t cry about it. It was what it was. It hurt then, but I’m proud of him now. He has been sober eighteen years” Pausing, Punk pushes a strand of my hair back into place. “I didn’t let it stop me, pussycat, just like you didn’t stop when you lost your mother. Look at you now… one hell of a sexy diva if I do say so myself”

I giggle and rub my nose against his. “And look at you, sir… you’re champ”

“Hm” he retorts, sliding his right hand down my back to my ass. “My naughty girl…How I adore you…”

I’m not expecting the pop on my ass that he delivers, but it sends a chill of delicious pain and pleasure down my spine.

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