Master In Training – Chapter 1 of 4

Master in Training by Murry Davis

Chapter One

As I wake this morning, I slowly become aware that my cock is being sucked. At first, my only thought is about how wonderful it feels to be waken this way, but I soon begin wondering who is doing the sucking. I open my eyes and glance down at my crotch. I cannot see a face, only a mass of beautiful dark hair bobbing up and down. The hair suddenly becomes aware that I’m awake and, while keeping its mouth firmly planted on my cock, lifts its face to me.

I’m stunned to discover that the hair belongs to the beautiful young woman that recently moved into the apartment next to mine. Still somewhat groggy from sleep, my thoughts are jumbled and confused. Why is my next door neighbor sucking my cock? How did she get in? In spite of my confusion though, I feel the cum rising in my cock and I certainly don’t want her to stop now.

Turning her face away, she returns her concentration to my cock. Her
head begins to bob faster and faster. Never before have I been treated
to such a wonderful awakening. My cum begins to squirt down her
throat. I’m astonished as I watch her swallow every drop. She keeps my
cock in her mouth as I slowly become soft. Finally she pulls her mouth
away and looks up at me.

“Surprise!” she exclaims. “Did that please you?” she asks.

For the first time I notice that she is nude, her clothing scattered
across my bedroom floor. She looks like she’s around 20 years old. Her
body is beautiful. Her dark hair flows across her shoulders. Her
breasts are large, but still perky with youth. Her nipples are erect
and as I gawk at them she brings her hands up and begins to twist
the stiff knobs.

“Would you like to touch them?” she asks.

Still in a daze, I reach up and grab the nearest nipple and squeeze it
between my fingers. “Who… How did you…” I begin to stammer.

Placing two fingers against my lips she silences me. “Hush for now,
just enjoy it. We can talk later,” With that, she kisses me deeply. My
mouth opens, welcoming her probing tongue. As her tongue explores my
mouth, I can feel my cock reviving. She brings her hand down to my
crotch and begins to stroke my hardness. “I want you to fuck me,” she
breathes.

My mind is gradually knocking down the cobwebs of sleep, but by this
time I think to myself, I’ve got a good thing going here, don’t fuck
it up now. I reach around and pull her into position over my hardening
cock. As she positions the head of my cock at her opening, I see her
cunt for the first time. I’m surprised to discover that it has been
shaved clean of all hair. She begins to lower herself and I slip
easily into her.

Now I’m not normally one to be on the submissive end of anything, but
I’ve got to tell you having her on top was quite an experience. She
begins to bounce around on my cock unlike anyone else I’ve ever known.
Her hair is flying around as if it wants to leave her head. I reach up
and grab both nipples, squeezing them hard. When I Twist them, the
effect on her is astounding. Her bucking, which I thought couldn’t get
any wilder, becomes even more frantic than before.

I feel like I’ve got a bull by the horns and am just lucky to be
holding on. The pressure begins to build up in my cock and I know I’m
close to cumming. She let’s out a loud moan and I feel her pussy
clamp down around my cock. Finally it becomes too much for me and I
begin squirting deep into her cunt. Slowly, she continues to move up
and down on my softening cock, until its spent remains slide out of
her and she collapses on top of me.

I grab her and move her beside me in the bed. She looks at me and
smiles. “OK, that was nice and everything, but who are you and how did
you get in my apartment?” I ask her.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she cooly replies. “I’m Jennifer, your new
next door neighbor. Don’t you remember me?” she asks with a slightly
hurt tone in her voice.

“Of course, I saw you move in a couple of days ago, but we’ve never
actually met. I didn’t even know your name,” I respond.

“Well now you know it, so I guess we’re not strangers anymore,” she
happily says.

“But…how did you get in my apartment and why were you sucking me
off?” I question her.

“Oh, it was easy to get a key to your place. I just gave the janitor a
blow job and he happily gave me anything I wanted,” she answers.

“You’re kidding? It was that easy? Why are you doing this?” I say,
still quite puzzled by everything that was happening.

“Because I noticed you the day I moved in. I need a strong man to help
keep me in line and I thought you looked like that man,” she replied.

I wasn’t sure how to take her comment. In one respect I felt like I
should be honored, but in another, I felt like I was being
manipulated. “What do you mean by keeping you in line?” I ask her.

“Sometimes I can get a little rambunctious, if you know what I mean.”

I nod my head, knowing exactly what she means.

“I guess you could say I’m a nymphomaniac. I can’t help throwing
myself at anybody with a cock. I love them so much and can never get
enough of them. Sometimes I lose control in dangerous conditions and
risk everything for my desires. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to
constantly crave cock. Every time I go to a bar full of men, I want to
fuck everyone in the place. Sometimes I have, but I know deep down
that I’m taking a crazy risk by doing that. I guess I’m lucky to still
be alive. I decided that what I need is a good strong man that can
take control away from me and protect me from my wanton desires. I
thought you might be that man?” she finishes with a question.

I lean back and stare at the ceiling. “Let me get this straight,” I
begin, “You cannot control your urges to fuck any man you meet, so you
want me to keep you from fucking strangers for your own good. Is that
it?” I ask.

“No, no, that’s not it at all,” she exclaims. “I can’t give up
fucking, I’ve got to have it too much. I just want someone nearby to
keep watch and make sure nothing goes wrong,” she explains.

“You just want me to follow you around and watch you fuck total
strangers?” I unbelievably reply.

“Of course, you can join in if you’d rather. You don’t just have to
just watch,” she says. “In fact, I would prefer that you
participated,” she quietly adds.

“I can’t believe this. Why me?” I ask.

“Because you look like someone I can trust,” she says.

“You’ve done this based on how I look? Don’t you know Ted Bundy looked
harmless enough too.” What if I was a crazy person?” I ask her.

“Then I guess I’d have made a big mistake. My gut’s telling me that
you’re the man I’ve been looking for. If my gut’s wrong, then I’m in
trouble,” she replies. “Are you crazy?” she asks.

“No, but that’s beside the point. I could have been,” I quickly point
out.

“Perhaps that’s why I need a man to look after me,” she quietly says.
“Look, I’m sorry, maybe I’ve made a mistake. I thought any man would
jump at the opportunity I’m offering you. I’m essentially offering
myself as your personal sex slave. The more you use me, the more I
love it. If that’s something you’re not interested in, then I guess I
ought to go,” she says as she begins to get up.

“Hold on a minute,” I demand. She freezes at my words. “This is just
happening too quick. I need time to sort this out,” I tell her. I
think about what she has said. Is this really happening to me? “Lay
back down and let’s talk,” I say. She lays down and closes her eyes.

“What exactly do you want from me?” I ask her.

“I want you to treat me like your personal sex slave. I will do
anything you ask me to do. Fuck anyone you tell me to fuck. All I ask
in return is that you come with me and make sure I’m safe as I slut
myself out to strangers,” she calmly tells me. “I’ve got to fuck. No
matter how good you are, you cannot keep up with me, no single man
could. I only feel complete if I have a cock in an orifice somewhere,
preferably more than one,” she tells me. “I know I sound like a
complete slut, that’s because I am a slut. I know it and I like it. I
don’t want to change and I’m not going to change,” she tells me. “Are
you interested in my offer or not?” she asks, opening her eyes and
looking at me.

Can I do what she is asking me to do? I’ve never done anything beyond
the norm in any relationship I’ve ever had in the past. Now this near
total stranger is offering herself to me as my personal sex slave. She
wants me to loan her out to others to be used and abused as I see fit.
It just sounds too good to be true. Can I handle it?

I think about it for a few minutes, while she lays quietly beside me.
I finally make up my mind. I gaze upon her nude body and know that I
cannot turn this opportunity down. Reaching down I cup her mound in my
hand and slip a finger in her cunt. She moans softly and moves closer
to me. Her pussy is slippery with our combined juices. I begin to
fondle her clit. She pushes her cunt hard against my hand.

I whisper in her ear, “I’m interested.”

She smiles and reaches for my cock. “I knew I chose the right man,”
she replies.