My name is Dlava and I am a 24 years old woman. I have always been attracted to the idea of being worshiped and admired, but never found anyone who could truly take care of me in that way. Until now. I came across a profile on an online fetish community called Love to Shit Girls, and it was everything I could have hoped for. The profile belonged to a man named Master X, and he was looking for a lick slave to worship his every hole.
As I messaged him, my heart raced with anticipation. He replied swiftly, expressing his interest in meeting me. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet at his place. It was a long drive for me, but the excitement building up in my stomach was enough to keep me going.
Finally, I arrived at his house. The nervousness I felt was overwhelming. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew I was about to surrender myself completely to him. I knocked on the door, and a deep, intimidating voice called out for me to come in.
I walked inside, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. Master X stood before me, towering over me with an aura of dominance that sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were piercing, and yet they seemed to soften when they looked at me.
"Please, undress for me," he said in a commanding voice. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as I slowly pulled off my clothes, revealing my body to him. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
As I stood there naked, he walked up to me and pressed his body against mine. I could feel his arousal through his pants, and it made me even more excited. He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, "You're going to serve me well, aren't you?"
My reply was a shaky nod. He pulled back and looked into my eyes, studying me intently. Then, with a wicked grin, he grabbed me by the hair and led me to the bed.
On the bed was a wide variety of lubricants and toys. "Take out the butt plug," he commanded. I reached over to the bedside table and picked up the cold, smooth object. I knew what I had to do.
I knelt down between his legs, the musky scent of his arousal filling my nostrils. I slowly, teasingly pressed the tip of the plug against his anus, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head in pleasure. I pushed it in slowly, feeling the tight muscles grip it as I went deeper and deeper.
Once it was fully inserted, I felt a rush of power go through me. I knew he was mine now. I leaned in and kissed his thigh, tasting the sweetness of his skin. "Lick slaves my sweet tight ass!" I moaned, already starting to imagine the taste of his ass on my tongue.
Master X smiled approvingly. "Good girl," he said as he ran his fingers through my hair, guiding me towards his cock. I took hold of it in my mouth, feeling its size stretch my lips. I started to suck on it, bobbing my head up and down in a rhythm that I hoped would please him.
As I sucked him off, I watched closely as his expression changed from pleasure to intense arousal. Suddenly, he grabbed my head tightly and thrust into my mouth, filling my throat and making me gag a little. I loved the feeling of being used like this.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away. "Now, it's time for you to show me what you can do with your tongue," he said, his voice husky with lust. He took hold of my head and guided it towards his ass. I didn't hesitate. I knew this was what I was made for.
I pressed my tongue against his asshole, feeling the heat emanating from it. I licked and probed, exploring every inch of his perfectly rounded cheeks. I could feel him tense up beneath me as I pushed a finger inside his tight hole, searching for his prostate.
As I found it, he let out a long, low moan that sent shivers down my spine. I started to circle it with my tongue, feeling the sensation it elicited from him. He was close. I could feel it.
"Cum for me, my lick slave," he commanded. I didn't need to be told twice. I focused all my attention on his prostate, tongue-fucking him relentlessly as he started to writhe beneath me.
Finally, he let out a hoarse cry and a stream of hot cum shot out onto my tongue. I closed my eyes and savored the taste of him, knowing that we had just shared an intimate moment that few others would ever experience.
As I sat back, my heart filled with a sense of fulfillment. This was what I was made for. To be worshipped and adored by a man like Master X, and to give him the pleasure he deserved.
