Pam thought she must be dreaming about their honeymoon but the feelings were so real, she couldn't believe it was only a dream. She thought she remembered Mr. Stone waking her after she had slept for a short time. He had carried her to the bathroom and put her in the tub. The water was hot, just the way she liked it, and he had added a fragrant bubbling bath oil to the water so that it felt like silk against her skin.
The hot water soothed her sore muscles, and made her feel clean and feminine. The working over he had given her had been wonderful, but it had left her sticky, sweaty, smelly, and generally feeling undesirable. She was aware that her teacher had showered before he woke her. He had put on cologne that she really liked, and he smelled good as he watched her bathe and helped her wash her back.
When she was done with her bath, Mr. Stone shocked her by drying her whole body very thoroughly but very gently. Pam thought it would have been more proper for her master to have commanded his slave girl to shower first, then bathe him and dry his body.
The luxury of having her master serve her in this way was almost overwhelming. Pam realized that she must not let herself draw conclusions from this behavior. It had no meaning other than the fact that it pleased her master at that moment to dry her body. Pam also realized that he might have a reason he did not care to share with his sex slave.
He might want to inspect her body for some reason. He might want to find out if he needed to adjust her calorie intake or her exercise program. He might want to be sure her body had not been injured during the ass fucking he had given her. Whatever his reason, he was her master and her owner. He could do with her exactly as he pleased. Pam felt wonderful after her bath.
"I thought we would both sleep better after a bath, dear," he said. Then he rubbed lotion scented with her favorite perfume into the skin of her legs, arms and back. She felt wonderfully loved, cared for and pampered. She thought her master should really get a servant to take care of such things, but when his strong hands began rubbing the lotion on her breasts and belly, she hoped he never would stop doing this himself. The lotion made it feel very different when he played with her nipples, and she liked the feel of the way it made the nipple slide between his thumb and finger. She was amazed that he wanted her again, but after only a few seconds of his touch, Pam knew she wanted him to take her again very, very badly.
She knew there was no correct frequency for sex, and she reminded herself that now that she knew herself for the first time, it was very fortunate that Mr. Stone was a man with a voracious sexual appetite. She realized how unhappy she would be with a man who only wanted her once a day, and she shuddered when she thought of the torture her horny little body would have to endure if she were paired with a man who only wanted her once or twice a week.
Yes, fate did have a way of taking care of things, she thought to herself. She would never have dreamed that her teacher was such a horny man, and the concept of him as a "stud" would have been laughable to her only a few days ago.
He had forced her to admit even to herself, that he was exactly the man she needed. She had not even realized that she herself was a horny little slut who had trouble getting enough hard cock rammed into the soft wetness of her hungry cunt to keep her satisfied. She had to laugh at that, her body was so sexually needy that it would be more accurate to say that for a half hour after orgasm, she was satisfied.
After that, she was in various stages of need and heat from a mild empty feeling in her pussy; a vague longing to be filled with rock hard prick, and a little tingle or itch in her clit, all the way to physical pain that suggested to her the withdrawal pain of a junkie who had gone too long without a fix.
Pam just let her mind go blank at that point and let her body respond to her lover's touch. She knew she needed him, but she also knew that her master would use her body in whatever way pleased him at the moment. She hoped he would eat her pussy for a long, long time.
After he had made her cum at least ten times from his licking, probing tongue, she hoped that he would fill her empty cunt with his steel hard cock and fuck her really hard, making her cum another ten times before he filled her starving pussy with his hot cream.
Peter Stone had become tuned to his pleasure slave's thoughts, desires, and needs. He realized that one of the best ways to keep his beautiful young ward totally enslaved was to satisfy her so completely that she could not imagine another man even coming close to giving her what she needed. He was determined to give her a fucking she would never forget each and every time that he took her. He wanted her to feel that sex with her master would just keep getting better and better. He wanted her to be eager to take his cock into the softness and heat of her body, and he wanted her so addicted to the pleasure he gave her that she would constantly crave his touch. Peter thought that in this way, she would never dream of being without him. She would not want to be far from her "fix", and she would be too afraid of the withdrawal pain to ever try to leave him.
This of course was the "worst case". What he really wanted, and what he was getting, was her deepest love. If he could have read Pam's mind, he would have known that her need was so intense and the satisfaction he gave her was so complete that she couldn't stop herself from loving him even if she had wanted to. As it was, her new life, even as a slave, was so much more exciting and satisfying than that of the virginal, bitchy, rich school girl she had been, that she would have voluntarily given up her freedom to be this happy, if he had been foolish enough to give her any choice in the matter.
Peter was getting more and more excited as he touched her and played with her beautiful little body. He could already tell that she was hot and wet inside, and he wanted to sink his cock deep inside her and let it just soak in her passion drenched pleasure channel. He wanted to do something new that would bring her to a level of heat she had never experienced before so that he could bring her to the most satisfying and all consuming orgasm she had ever had. Now he moved his hands over her full, ripe breasts very slowly, squeezing the soft, yielding mounds more firmly, so that he made her moan loudly.
When he rolled her nipples between his thumb and finger, she would gasp, and her hips would writhe in little circles in a way that was almost too sexy for him to resist. He realized that Pam was one of the most highly adapted women in her ability to excite a male and ensure that he could not rest until he had mated with her and filled her with his seed. Peter was very sure that in primitive times Pam would have reproduced prolifically and passed on her wonderful genetic heritage to many offspring. In raising her girl children, he felt sure the little blonde would have given them nothing but positive messages about sex and the joy of squirming in passion under a man while he filled his woman's body with every inch of his hard cock.
Peter did not really want to take on the work of raising children. He wanted the time and the peace and quiet of a life alone with Pamela so that they could love each other as fully and perfectly as they both desired. He knew children would make it nearly impossible for them to enjoy each other in the way they did now. Sometimes he felt a little guilty because Pam's if Pam's genes were not passed on, there would be that many fewer real women in the world for the real men of the next generation to enjoy and treasure. Sometimes Peter felt like it might be his biological duty to impregnate Pamela as often as physically possible so that they could give the world a dozen daughters with the potential to be the perfect mate for some lucky man, just the way Pamela was perfect for him.
The thought of his darling's incredibly tight pussy being stretched by a baby's head during childbirth made Peter shudder though, and he hoped his beautiful mate would be content to give all her love to him and that all her biological instincts would remain centered on the sex act and the giving and taking of sexual pleasure rather than procreational urges.
Peter knew it was going to be all he could do to keep control of himself. The movements of her slender body and the soft passion sounds she made all burned in his brain and excited all of his senses. She sounded so helpless, so hot, and so in need of the relief and satisfaction that only he could give her, that he wanted to ram his throbbing cock deep inside her dripping cunt until he had made her cum and cum and cum so much that he couldn't hold back any more. He realized that the perfection of the evolution of her species survival traits lay in her ability to make him want to cream her hungry pussy more than he wanted to experience the pleasure of her body, more than he wanted anything, maybe even more than life itself. He fought to control those instinctive reactions of his male body to the enticements of her body to mate. He did not want her perfect body spoiled by bearing children.
He wanted her as tight and hot as she was right now. He knew birth control was completely taken care of, but he knew that on the biological level, these response would allow her to drain his balls before he had experienced the full pleasure she could give him. He knew too that he could not give her the kind of mind searing pleasure he desired to make her feel if he allowed his body to respond on a biological level to her until the very end of their love making. Only then could he let himself become a male animal and give himself up to the mating frenzy that would give her the mind shattering orgasm he desired so badly for her while he was filling her convulsing pussy with his spurting, boiling cum.