David races to the door and kisses Master Kirks face profusely as he unbuttons Masters shirt from top to bottom, finally taking it off and putting it in the laundry pile. He keeps Master Kirk’s laundry separate from the rest of the households. There are nullo’s to do the laundry, but David prefers to wash and iron his masters clothes himself, in only the finest detergent and starches, giving careful and loving attention to each detail. Today is the Masters birthday, and although the man doesn’t like to be reminded of it verbally, David has tried to make the evening special. He was cooking dinner when Master Kirk arrived.

David is naked except for a blousy pink half- apron, in the shape of a French maid’s. His physique has returned to it’s masculine shape after the last baby, now 5 mos old and cooing in the arm of his nurse. David’s biceps, shoulders and quads are lean and beefy again but his belly is not quite as toned, somewhat soft still, like a woman’s, no matter how hard he works out. His pecs are firming up, but retain a soft layer over them, and his nipples are swelled up like tits, the areolas puffy and dark pink. The contrast between his girly apron and feminine tits juxtaposed against his otherwise male torso and boyish face, make him look startled and exposed, like someone suddenly ripped his clothes off. Provocative.

Master Kirk holds David by the back of his head, blond bristles against calluses. He pulls the boy forward, nudging open his sweet pink lips with his tongue, thrusting it inside, grunting. David moans and wraps his arms around Master Kirks neck as the Master pulls him closer, grateful to have the mans tongue filling his mouth. “Happy Birthday,” he whispers. His smooth tits press up against his masters muscled white cotton t shirt, the thick nipples stiffening on contact. Master kisses Davids neck and takes one fat nipple in his mouth, sucking vigorously, shaking his head from side to side, growling before moving on to the other one. David squeals and pretends to pull away as Master mauls his tits. The nipples pulsate, sending tingles of pleasure down his spine. Sometimes Master Kirk does nothing but suck on his tits for hours, til they are sore and red and aching. With his clit kept under lock and key, he almost has an orgasm from that alone. The fluttering in his belly, the juicy gush between his legs, make him feel all quivering and helpless. Master always knows how to make him feel this way; David missed him so much.

“Did my little boy-wife miss me sucking on his tits?” Master pulls off with a wet noise, and David gasps, flushed and panting from the suckling, his jewel-green eyes wide in arousal. His areolas and teats point out like big, stiff, moist pink baby bottle nipples capped on his meaty breasts. Master Kirk jiggles and slaps them a few times and David makes a helpless noise as he feels a wetness seep from the deepest folds between his legs.

Master Kirk unbuttons his pants now and pulls out his thick stiff cock and balls. David falls to his knees, taking the big cock in his hands, rubbing it all over his face and tits, oohing over it, his mouth open in hunger and delight. He lets out a breathy sigh, taking the Master’s virile cock into his warm wet mouth, letting it fill him, breathing in the smell of his Master, closing his eyes. He moans again at the fullness of it, at the feel of his masters callused hands fondling his over -sensitized breasts while he sucks. His labia moisten and swell against the chastity lacings and his fat clit stiffens between them, unreachable, unimportant. David’s throat opens as he swallows the big beautiful cock deep in his gullet, moaning and rubbing his nose into masters pubes, wagging his head from side to side, trying to take it even deeper inside himself, moaning in excitement like a girl having an orgasm. With his throat full of cock, his tongue reaches down to cradle the Masters balls, and David can’t help but think about how full they are of potent sperm. The thought excites him so much he gulps Masters dick and moans more excitedly. Master fucks his face, his hips picking up speed, hands holding him by the back of his head, calling David his cocksucker, his pretty baby, before pulling out and shooting his load all over David’s sweet face and dickless mound and girly tits.

David cleans himself off quickly and finishes cooking dinner, his tits and clit still aching, his body charged with sexual energy he hasn’t released. He serves Master Kirk chicken breasts stuffed with apple and bleu cheese, grilled asparagus, and a tiny birthday cake. Master Kirk wolfs it down and David is so happy to please him. Watching David run around the kitchen in his apron with his muscular body, ripe ass cheeks and pointy tits has got the Master hard again and he motions for David to come to him as he finishes his coffee. David saunters over and curls up on his lap while Master Kirk strokes his soft blond hair.

“So pretty. Such a pretty boy. Such pretty babies.” None of the whores he could find in Saudi Arabia this trip were blond and only the women had pussies between their legs. He’d hired a young maid, a light-skinned Persian girl, to clean and cook and spread for him, but it just wasn’t the same. Master Kirk tilts David’s chin up and kisses him slowly and softly on the mouth, overcome by feelings for this boy who has given up so much for him so gracefully. “Did you miss me baby?”

“Yes Daddy.” David sighs, content.

Master Kirk’s hand slides between David’s thighs, fondling the padlock there and brushing softly against his smooth mound. “Tell me.”

David’s arousal quickens when he feels his masters fingers playing with his padlock. “I missed your smell and your voice and the way you make me go all soft when you touch me…I missed cooking for you, and making your cock feel good.”

The master kisses David’s ear, breaths softly into it. “Are you ready for Daddy to open you up baby?”

“Please, oh yes.” David whimpers.

David lays on the Masters king size bed with his knees up while Master Kirk fiddles between his legs, unlocking the padlock that prevents him from being penetrated or from pleasuring himself. David can feel his juices slipping all over as Master pushes two fingers inside him, making him juice even more. “You’re all wet baby,” Master says, his thumb capturing David’s stiff clit and pinning it against his folds. It’s the most direct stimulation David’s had in months and he moans low and bucks his hips. Master flicks the fingers inside him apart, spreading his cunt wide open, watching it glisten pink and pulsate, kept nice and warm and juicy in his absence, now totally exposed just for him. He slips in a third finger between the two spreaders, curling it to tickle David deep inside his vaginal walls til the boy is squirming and moaning on the bed.

Thwack! David feels the sting as Master smacks his ass. “Such a pretty little pussy. Sweet little pussyboy waiting for daddy to fill you up and breed you.”

“Mm hmm.” David sighs. There was nothing he could do but wait, thinking of his master while he polished every pair of his shoes, while he prepared the house for his return, while he nursed the new baby. Sometimes he got so hot he played with his tits for hours and rubbed his smooth mound against the mattress, with no release. But now his big-dicked daddy is finally here, spanking him and holding his cunt open with his throbbing clit pressed down. David reaches for it but Master Kirk slaps his hand away and thwaks him hard several times on the ass. David whimpers, still.

Master releases the boys swollen clitoris, rubs David’s pussy juice over it with his thumb a few times. “Pretty little pearl. Just a pretty decoration to make your pussy more like a woman’s, that’s all.” David moans and feels himself getting wetter. He blushes; it always makes him feel so helpless and submissive when the master compares him to a woman. He wishes so bad he could touch it, wishes the master would play with it enough to bring him off in a clitoral orgasm, but he never does.

Master Kirk replaces the two fingers with his cock, slowly plugging the boys juicy slit.

“Ohhhhh…” David lets out a low groan as he feels the masters cock stretching his hole, it’s been so long he’s forgotten how big it was, how it fills him up and forces his pussy wide open, how good and safe he feels with it lodged deep inside him. His pussy cant help but squeeze it, spasming at the invasion.

Master Kirk lowers himself to suck once again at David’s tits til they are sore and red and puffy, til the boy is squealing and wriggling beneath him, before pulling off with a slow slow suck to focus on fucking his sweet pussy. His hand moves to touch his aching clit. Master pushes it away.

“Unh unh, what did I tell you? Nope. Just feel my cock moving in your wet cunt, that’s it. That’s a good little girl.”

Daddy’s talking directly to his cunt and it opens more for him. David whimpers as master lays on him with his full weight. He wants to touch his clit so bad but he can’t reach it. Masters pubic bone rubs against it while he fucks him, and when it does David lets out a high pitched moan and clings to him tighter, spreads his legs wider, begging for more.

“Unnngggghh fuck me daddy fuck me ah god I need your cock inside me…”

“You wanna cum for me baby? You want daddy to shoot his sperm in you and make you cum?”

Master Kirks cock drills him open harder and faster, getting ready to cream. Finally David feels his twitching clit, ignored for so long, ignite against the friction of his masters thrusts as it explodes in a shower of sparks sending pleasure up every nerve ending and raining down through the nerve net of his body. He lets out a high pitched moan, squealing as it triggers his pussy to spasm, sending waves of pleasure in concentric circles from its source. David reels, breathless and panting, head thrown back, eyes half lidded, arms wrapped around his masters back clinging with sweat to his muscles, knees pushed up against his swollen teats as he feels the warm unending spray of his master’s cock pumping him full of potent sperm.

There is nothing but heaving breaths in the darkness, then small sighs, then not even that. Master Kirk holds his boy David close in his arms, kissing his face and neck and lips, pulling him closer as they fall asleep spent and contented, the Master’s seed still dribbling down David’s strong blond legs.

Happy Birthday daddy.

June 17, 2009