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tightening in my crotch increased until my body stiffened and a moan escaped. His mouth descended upon mine to catch the next one. As my pussy convulsed and orgasm tore through me, the taste of whiskey on his tongue tantalized my mouth. I shuddered and quaked in his arms and melted against him.
    "Beautiful. My sweet, sweet girl. I'm so pleased with you,” he murmured into my ear.
    The words were barely out of his mouth when there was a soft clunk, and I groaned. My eyes glanced down to the floor and his followed mine.
    There in the middle of the dance floor, rolling away from us, were the sticky Ben Wa balls that had only a moment before brought me to orgasm.
    I can't imagine the expression of horror on my face, but Michael leaned in and whispered. “Well, we won't be using that set again. Looks like I'll have to buy you another. Please be a little more careful next time, darling.” And then, hard as he tried to contain it, he started laughing. After the initial shock, I found the amusement in it and joined him as he pulled me toward the front door.
    We couldn't get out fast enough. Once outside we leaned against the building and laughed for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn't ever remember being so lighthearted, so happy.
    We stood grinning at each other, two kids in adult bodies. His mouth met mine sending shivers through my body. The taste, the scent of him assailed my senses until he was all there was.
    His hand reached my breast and rubbed the nipple through the cloth. “I won't break with this first one, especially since it's your fantasy, but next time I think we should base the night loosely on the fantasy. We don't have to follow the exact order as long as we complete the deeds. Come on, time for the encore."
    I knew what he meant. It was time for him to fuck me and my pussy throbbed with want. We walked quietly to the back of the parking lot and found his car.
    Since it was in the middle of the evening, there was no movement in the lot. Too late for people to be arriving and too early for them to be leaving.
    The moon wasn't full like it was in my fantasy, but it was close enough. The sky was dark and Michael had parked his car as far away from any of the lights as possible.
    He pressed me up against his car, and stood behind me, kissing my neck. The sound of my dress unzipping seemed to echo through the night, a prelude to his hands sliding from my shoulders down to my breasts. “Just because it wasn't spelled out in the fantasy doesn't mean I can't touch. I've wanted to feel them all night.” My nipples hardened at his touch. “Good girl. They ache for me, don't they?"
    I wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not, so I answered just in case. “Yes."
    A little rumble of a bit back laugh escaped him. One hand slid down beneath my dress and toyed with my pussy, stroking and flaming the fire. When his hands abandoned my half-clad body, the cool night air dotted it with goose bumps until I heard the foil rip and the movement of him sheathing his cock.
    "Spread your legs more, that's my good Victoria. Bend a bit, yes.” The tip of his cock nudged my opening so that just the head entered me. I groaned and wiggled trying to impale myself. It was real. My cock less days were over. The slow journey to my core was maddening. I wanted to scream with joy and plead with him to move a bit more quickly.
    Finally, he filled me completely. “Now you're mine, Victoria. Completely mine. Only my cock will fill you and I will fill you once a week for the next eight weeks. When I'm not having sex with you, you will not have sex of any kind. You will not masturbate unless you do so in front of me at my command."
    He pumped into me slowly, deliberately, mastering my body, claiming it as his own. “I am your Master now. Say it for me. Tell me who I am.” He thrust into me hard to show his command must be met.
    "I belong to you, Michael. You are my master."
    I groaned for as soon as the words left my lips, I knew they were