At Home 
Peeches © 2001

The clock shows 5:20 as I position myself in the foyer. my  knees spread wide apart, toes pointed toward the door, ass  high in the air, hands over my head, my head down with my  left cheek resting on the tile, and my eyes closed.  My  only garments are the red lace stockings with matching  garter belt that you set out for me this morning before you  left for work and your gold collar.  Supper is in the oven,  the table is set, and the wine is ready to be poured.  The  clock chimes just as I hear the doorknob turning.  My heart  starts to pound and I have a sudden urge to cover myself.   What if it isn't him?  What if it's not Master, but one of  the guests we have invited for the evening?  I want to open  my eyes to see if it's really you, but my training keeps me  from doing so.  No matter how many times I display myself  in this manner, no matter that it's always been you turning  that doorknob, I STILL ask those questions and have that  same fear.  I feel the breeze from outside. why doesn't he  shut the door?  Doesn't he realize that anybody walking by  could see me displayed like this?  I hear a laugh as your  steps draw nearer and then my hair is seized and you pull  me up roughly and thrust your cock into my mouth.  I relax  knowing that you were pleased with how I presented myself  to you and then hear you echo my thoughts. "God you look so  sexy!  If only I could show the whole world how that ass  looks". as you thrust yourself in and out of my mouth,  hitting the back of my throat and groaning as you cum.    I'm struggling to swallow all of you, trying not to spill a  drop. I almost cum when I feel the breeze from the open  door cooling the wetness trickling down my thighs.  I'm  suddenly flooded with shame realizing that the door was  still open and anybody could have walked by and seen me  being used like this. knowing that my hips were grinding  and anybody could have seen that I was enjoying it!  You  look deeply into my eyes as you lean down to kiss  me. "Stand up. let me look at you." you command.  I quickly  rise to my feet, eyes down to the left, hands behind my  head as you taught me.  "Turn around in a circle" I turn  slowly. aware of the open door and even more aware of your  eyes on me. I can feel the lust in them.  I love how you  look at me. love how you mark my body as yours with your  gaze.  You turn and head toward the bathroom. I know better  than to move until you tell me to.  You glance back at  me. "Don't just stand there like a whore for the world to  see. close that door and come in to the bedroom to get  dressed!"  I flush at your words and hurry to do as you  say.  I am never so reminded of whose I am as at moments  like this.   I am yours.  Master's.     

I walked into the bedroom just as you are laying out my  clothes on the bed.   You turn around and draw me close to  you.  "I love you baby." And you lean down and give me a  lingering kiss.  I melt in your arms. I feel as though I've  come home whenever you are holding me.  You break the  embrace and push me towards the bed. slapping my ass and  telling me to hurry up and get dressed.  "Folks'll be here  soon."   I laugh and look at you as you disappear into the  bathroom. shaking my head because you look SO dayum good!   My Master is beautiful!  You've laid out an outfit for me.   short red, suede skirt with a slit that makes the eyes  think there's more to be seen, red lace camisole, sheer  blouse, nude stockings, garter belt, and black knee-length  boots.   No bra or panties.   A rush of excitement goes  through my body. my nipples are going to be clearly visible  through the camisole and sheer material of the blouse.   Sure enough when I check my appearance in themirror my  erect nipples are poking through the lace and I can see the  darker skin of my aereolas.  I shake my head just as I feel  you come up behind me.   "Beautiful!" you murmur and you  reach around and tweak both of my nipples. pinching them  hard enough to make me gasp.  I see your eyebrows  raise.  "Is something on your mind babydoll?".  I shake my  head no and lower my eyes, trying to catch my breath.  I  turn to head toward the kitchen and feel myself pushed into  the wall. your weight pushing me hard into the wall.  Your  hand reaches down between my leg, feeling my wetness as  your other hand grabs hold of my hair and pulls my head  back. exposing my throat to you. I feel you push your hard  cock up inside of me as I feel your teeth sink into the  tender skin where my shoulder meets my neck.  I moan and  feel my knees weaken.  I can feel my breasts pushed hard  into the wall. your thickness pounding away at me. and then  you pull away suddenly and twirl me around.  "Clean me off  bitch".  My mouth dutifully wraps around you. licking all  of my juices from you.  You push me away and I lay sprawled  looking up at you as you tuck yourself back into your pants  and tuck your shirt in.  Your eyes never leaving me. taking  in my disheveled hair, opened mouth, flushed skin, spread  legs.  The doorbell rings.  "Get that.  I'll be out in a  minute.  You know what to do."  I move toward the mirror to  fix my makeup and smooth my hair and you snap at me, "I  told you to get the door!"   And I rush to do as you  command, my eyes still smoldering from the memory of you  being inside of me, hair still mussed from your hands  pulling at it.   Master. I love you!   So very much.     

I open the door with a smile and a ready greeting for our  neighbors, but stop before the words are out of my mouth.   Instead of Marie and Stephen, who we regularly hang out  with, two strange men are at the door.  My mouth drops open  and I can feel the heat rising in my face, suddenly aware  of how I'm dressed and how my hair must look.  Marie and  Stephen are familiar with your choice of dress for me, but  I don't know these men.  "Have you forgotten your manners  Jennee'?  Invite them in."  you say in a reproachful tone.   I didn't hear you come up behind me and I blush at your  tone.   "I'm sorry for being rude, come in please," I say  meekly, opening the door wider and stepping back to allow  them room to come in.   "Hey Jeremay, Tom!," you say as you  shake hands and gesture towards the couch for them to have  a seat.   I offer to take their coats and ask if they would  like something to drink.  The one you called Jeremay is  about 6'2, dark-skinned, well-toned. handsome, but  unsmiling with cool eyes.  Tom is about 5'11, blonde hair,  clean-cut and has a beautiful smile.  I instantly feel  comfortable with him.   I return with theu drinks and then  retreat back to the kitchen waiting on your signal to serve  supper.   I watch the three of you from the kitchen,  wondering who Jeremay and Tom are, and how you know them.   Y'all laugh and joke as though you've known each other for  years and I hear Tom ask how your Mom is doing.  Childhood  friend's maybe?     

"Baby. come here!"  I hear you command and I hurry to see  what you want.  I stand beside you a little uncertainly.   The conversation has halted and all three of you are  looking at me as though you are waiting for me to do  something.  "Stand in front of them and slowly turn around.  let them get a good look at you."   I hesitate,  confused.  "Do I need to repeat myself?" you say in a  menacing tone.   And, as though in slow motion, I feel  myself doing as you command.  "Put your hands behind your  head and spread your legs." I hear you say as I am facing  away from them.  I can feel their eyes burning holes in my  back and my azz.  And I suddenly realize that as I lifted  my arms that my skirt rode up and I am sure that they can  see the skin above my stockings and the bottom of my ass  peeking out at them.  I feel a hand on my left leg  caressingly moving from my knee up to just below the bottom  of my skirt and I start.  You say "Jennee'!" in a warning  tone and I know to keep still and not move.  I blush as I  feel my body respond to the touch, my clit throbbing and I  can feel the wetness gathering between my legs.  I feel two  hands roughly pushing my legs further apart and then two  fingers pushed up inside of my pussy.  I let out a low  moan.  "You like that don't you baby? Slut." and then  you're in front of me.  I looked up at you with a pleading  look in my eye and instantly realized my mistake as you  raise your hand and you slap me.  My eyes instantly close  and drop down to the floor.  I'm not supposed to look at  you unless you tell me to.  "Dayum Bruce. she's wet as  hell!" I hear Jeremay say.   "Turn around and suck their  cocks now!" I hurriedly turn around. they are both laid  back on the sofa, cocks out, with their hands pumping up  and down.  I gasp because they both look so big!    Jeremay's is long, probably about as big as yours is, just  a little bit thicker.  Tom's is not quite as long, but it's  just as thick.  They're both wet at the tips and I bend  down and lick first Jeremay's and then Tom's and I hear  them both groan.  I settle between Jeremay's legs and lick  his cock up and down, dipping my tongue into the hole at  the tip before I slowly swallow him.   I look up and his  head is thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open. a look of  enjoyment on his face.  I swirl my tongue around and suck  him deep into my mouth, sucking hard, head moving up and  down.   His hands are on my head gently guiding my mouth  and when I look up again his eyes are looking down at me.   As his eyes meet mine he lets out a groan and he pushes me  away. his cum spurting onto my face and neck.  I'm still  watching Jeremay and licking at the cum on my lips when I  feel my hair grabbed and Tom pulls me over to his cock,  roughly pushing himself all the way into my throat. making  me gag as he fills the back of my throat.  "It's my turn  bitch!" He stays like that, his cock in my throat, hands  clenched in my hair and not allowing me to move back and  get a breath.  My eyes bulge and I look up at him.  The  eyes that I thought were so friendly are now cold and  hard.  I look wildly for you, but can't see you and just  when I think I can't take it any more he loosens his grip  and then moves my head roughly up and down on his cock.  I  hear a slap and then feel the pain on my backside.  You've  lifted my skirt up and are spanking my ass with your bare  hand.  "You'd better make him cum cunt. and swallow every  drop!  If you spill ANY of it you'll feel the whip  tonight!"  I start swirling my tongue and trying to suck,  but he's so thick it's hard to do anything but open my  mouth as wide as I can as he moves in and out, using my  mouth as nothing more than a hole.  Two more painful swats  on my ass and then I hear Tom groan and feel his cum hit  the back of my throat.  He keeps his hand clenched in my  hair and pushes my face roughly into him.  I can feel his  pubic hair on my face and I'm having a hard time swallowing  because he's buried so deeply in my mouth.  He closes his  eyes and I can feel his cock twitching as he cums and then  he pushes me away so forcefully that I land on my back  again. legs sprawled and my pussy wide open for all three  of you to see.  I look up at you and the look of disdain on  your face instantly shames me.  "Get up slut.  It's  dinnertime."  And I scramble to get up, head down, fighting  the tears as I head to the kitchen.  You grab my hand as I  pass you and pull me to you.  You give me a kiss and I hear  you whisper, " I love you and I am so proud of you baby!"  and then you give me a push towards the kitchen.  The urge  to cry disappears as I hear your words and a warm glow  fills my body.   Bruce.  I love you so much Master. so  much.    

I serve supper and as soon as all three of you are seated  and don't require anything more I head back to the kitchen  to await your next command.  "Join us Jennee" I come to the  door and look askance at you, confused as to what you want  me to do.  I rarely eat with you when we have  company.  "Bring your stool in here and play with yourself  while we eat."  I blush and my knees feel weak as I get my  stool and position myself in the corner.  "No. not that  corner.  We all need to see you."  I move to the corner you  specified and sit down.  I hesitate to touch myself.  "Play  with yourself!" you command and I reluctantly move my hand  towards my clit.  "Spread your legs.  Wider!  Scoot your  ass forward on the stool.  Lift your shirt up so that we  can see your tits.  Pinch your nipples.  Twist them for  us."  You rattle off directions and I hurry to do as you  command.  I can feel all six eyes on me as I obey you.  My  finger moving on my clit, dipping down to feel the wetness  of my pussy, moving back to tease my clit, pinching and  twisting my nippes.  Ashamed as I am to be on display like  this I can feel my body responding and I can feel my  wetness growing, dripping down my pussy and ass.  You're  not paying me attention any longer, all of you are  engrossed in your conversation. work, old girlfriends,  family, sports.  I close my eyes and feel my body start to  give in to my caresses.  A moan escapes my lips and I  start, eyes open wide!  Your conversation has halted and  all three of you are looking at me again.  "Bitch.  Did I  say you could enjoy yourself?"  "No Master," I reply, eyes  lowered, wishing that I could be anywhere but here right  now.  I hear a chuckle and then hear Tom say that "That's  some slut you have Bruce!"  You laugh and say "Yes. she  is."  And I flush with pride again.  "Go get your vibrator  and your bullet!" and I rush to comply, returning with the  ribbed vibrator and smaller bullet for my clit.  "Kneel on  the stool and fuck your ass."  I turn around, balancing  myself on the stool and leaning my shoulder against the  wall so  that I can use both hands on my ass and pussy.  I  dip the vibrator into my pussy to get it wet and then sink  it slowly into my ass, groaning when it's fully inside of  me.  I can feel my wetness growing and I turn the bullet  on, playing it over my clit as I move the vibrator in and  out of my ass.  "Dayummmm. look at that!"  I hear you laugh  and then y'all return to your conversation.  I'm trying so  hard not to cum, but fearful of stopping until you've told  me to.  And then, just when I don't think I can take it  anymore I hear you command me to get up.  "Put the toys  away and clear the table.  We're going out."  With relief,  and a little bit of disappointment, I pull the vibrator out  and turn the bullet off, taking them to the bathroom to  clean them off.  I considered putting the bullet on my  clit. it would only take a second and I would have relief.  but I know that you would know and I don't want to see the  disappointment in your eyes OR feel the whip!  So I dry  them off and place them in the chest next to the bed,  hurrying to get back to clear off the dining table.   Master. oh Master. I need to cum so badly!      

I feel you come up behind me as I'm loading the dishwasher,  your arms wrapping around me and pulling me close.  I feel  your lips on my neck and I close my eyes, leaning back into  you.  "God you're sexy" you whisper into my ear.  "I love  you Master!" I say with a smile.  "Thank you so much for  this evening."  You whisper "You're welcome cunt" as I feel  your hands lifting my skirt up in the back.  You put your  hands on my shoulders and push me so that I am bent over  the sink, your hands caressing my backside.  I hear your  zipper and then feel you push into me slowly, savoring how  I feel around you.  I groan as you fill me and turn my head  so that I can see the look on your face.  Your eyes are  riveted to your cock moving in and out of my pussy, and the  look on your face makes my clit throb even more.  Tom and  Jeremay have stopped their conversation and are watching  from the living room while you fuck me.  I put my head down  on my hands and try to push my body back so that I can get  as much of you inside of as I can.  God you feel so good  inside of me.  Your hands on my hips. the way you drive  your cock into me. pure heaven!  I turn my head again and  the look on your face has changed.  Your eyes are cold  again and as they meet mine they make me blush.  Your words  make me remember what I am though.  "You enjoy being  watched as you fuck don't you?  You enjoy being a slut for  everybody to see and use."  And with that you slam yourself  into me once more and then push me away.  "Finish the  dishes and get our coats."  And you walk into the living  room to rejoin your friends.  I am your slut Master.  Thank  you for reminding me Sir I think  as I prepare to leave as  you requested. God it feels good to know exactly who I am.