"Um, Rose, what are you doing?"
"Rose's hands are cold," she said, standing up and coming over to me, "But they should be nice and toasty now. Us sex slaves get real hot fast."
Before I realized what she was doing, she quickly stuck her hands down my sweatpants and wrapped her small hands around me. My cock bounced to life.
"WHOA, NO ROSE! NOT THAT KIND OF IDEA! STOP, DON'T," I started protesting as she began stroking me, and I tried pulling her hands off it," PLEASE ROSE STOP, please, no, don't stop, I mean yes, stop?"
She won, and I let her. Call me selfish, but if all I can remember is doing everything BUT intercourse, then so be it. Rose was skilled, to say the least, and if it brought her such joy, who was I to stop her?
It didn't take long, and the moment I came, I had an orgasm regret. Twice now, she had pleasured me, and I had yet to return the favor.
Honestly, I didn't even know how to pleasure her and had no idea what she liked. Sure, most of my cunnilingus education came from Porn stars that wanted to make a mountain out of a molehill with their dramatic screaming and wordplay. But truthfully, sometimes I couldn't imagine something that rough felt good to a woman's delicate flower.
I looked at Rose and wondered if she would enjoy something like that.
Giving up the idea of changing at the moment, I leaned in toward her, and like a pro, she stared into my eyes. Then, gently laying her head back, I spread her legs to see the soft, smoother center of her legs again. Just like that, I was hard once more. I glanced up at her, and she had closed her eyes. I stared at her a moment, taking in her fair beauty.
With every ounce of courage, I slowly headed for unfamiliar territory. I had only two weapons to choose from, my mouth or tongue.
You know the saying, Go Big or Go Home? My tongue isn't something to brag about, but I felt it was big enough to get the job done.
I went in full force, charging like a battering ram, straight between her delicate folds.
The moment my tongue broke that seal, I saw fireworks and stars circling my head when I blinked.
I wasn't sure what I had done wrong, but it was like being kicked by a horse. Rose managed a frightful squeal right before I felt the heel of her foot hit my face.
The pain in my nose was the worst.
"OWE, FUCK," I yelled, feeling the blood starting to drip over my lips and onto my chin.
"Oh, Master! Rose is so so sorry!"
She was starting to sob while I kept blinking and plugging my nose.
I ran straight to the bathroom and cleaned up while stuffing my nostrils with rolled tissue.
Rose was still crying when I came out, "Rose, don't cry. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know what I was doing. I should have asked. Please stop crying. I'm fine, I deserved it."
I felt so pathetic I wanted to cry myself.
Luckily, I still had an ice pack in the fridge from when I got kicked in the groin by a woman on the bus. Let's just say the bus was packed, and when I dropped my phone, the driver slammed on the brakes, and she ended up on my chest. I'm a nervous smiler, and she took my grinning between her legs the WRONG way. She was 70.
I sat back down while Rose was sniffling, holding her knees up to her chin. I glanced down naturally and could see her nakedness looking at me, taunting and laughing at my inexperience.
"Here," I said softly, giving her the blanket next to me.
She looked at it and wrapped it around her. It helped a little.
"I'm sorry, Rose, that was inappropriate, and it's my first time, um, doing something like that. If I hurt you, then I deserved the kick to the face," I said, trying to avoid eye contact from embarrassment.
She shook her head, "No, Master, it is Rose that should be sorry. We can't accept pleasure. We're made to give it, so under most circumstances, it's against the rules. But, if I had known you wanted to do that, Master, well, there is a way we both can give pleasure. Doing that position is allowed."
Again the monster in my pants perked up, and I silently beat it back, "Oh, well, let's just talk about my idea with words, not actions."
"Oh, you want Rose to talk about taking your hard coc..." she was about to say cock. I knew this, but I stopped her and shook my head quickly.
"NO, Rose, not that. I mean, my idea, uh, never mind," I quickly said and tried a different route, "Do you want to return to the academy?"
Rose nodded quickly, "Oh yes, Master. Rose must become the perfect sex slave to find the perfect Master."
"Okay, um, good, because I think we can kill two birds with one stone."
She tilted her head and asked, "How will we do that?"
I grinned, "I'm going to die."
I watched as she covered her mouth with her hands and started shaking her head, "No, Master, you can't die. Rose will lose her Master."
"If I die again, you can attend the school WITHOUT sleeping with 99 other men. It's in the contract. But I need your help to convince the Director to let me attend the Master academy. She had sent you a message saying she had 48 hours to find a replacement. I can be that replacement."
Rose's eyes watered, and she leaped at me, wrapping her petite arms around me and pressing her massive breasts against my lower chest.
"Oh, Master Ceil, you do care about Rose! You are so good to Rose! You're the best Master ever!"
I blushed and patted her back with a smile on my face. I wasn't good to her, not yet, but soon, I hoped I could be. Will the plan really work?
***
Best Master, hmm? I planned on being a Grand Master and keeping my sweet Rose from ever having to serve someone else.
Ha, little did I know that it would almost kill me, make Rose a monster and end up having me responsible for more than I bargained for.
***
Flipping over a page on the contract, I began to draw out my scheme. Rose couldn't read, so pictures were necessary.
"Master is so cute! Like a little stick man!"
I grinned and blushed again, feeling my ego giggle at the compliment.
"Okay, so you understand, it's up to you to convince the Director that I would be the perfect candidate to replace the previous Master."