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The Gift

Written by Mario Quinonez

It was a summer evening that you were walking through the Master’s garden. Each way you turn, other servants would look at you and whisper. You look at them and in your mind; their lips spoke you name, Yosiko. You wonder what is being said of you. You wonder through the many gardens eyeing the flowing water of the stream that feeds them. You think of the days that have gone by, of the days that you remember living in this beautiful home of your Master. You wonder of the days you were not living here but of the times with your mother and father. But that seems quite a live time ago even though the years have been less then the number of fingers on your hands. Now it is the eve of your debut, you’re coming out as a woman.

It seems it was just yesterday that you were sitting in your father’s lap and he was telling of this old Grand Master that lived in a big beautiful home by the lake of the thousand islands. That story made you wonder the Master was a prince that would someday come and take you and your family to that house by the lake. Now you are living in that home, having lost your mother and father in the storms, the Master came to you and asked you if you wanted to live with him in the house by the lake. You, just a girl, hair in tails, clutching a doll. You said yes not thinking about it. You wanted to be with someone, somewhere. But that was years ago, and the Master has become your father. He gave you what you needed and then some. The Master was kind and loving with you. He was loved like a father by you and respected like the Master he is. As you go on with your walk, you hear your name cried out and you turned to find her, Yesiko, the Master’s servant girl running after you. She tells of the Master wanting you to come back to the home as he had a gift for you. The servant girl did not know what it was but everyone is talking about it. So you hurry back, anticipating what the Gift is.

You enter the grand hall and you see all the servants and village people standing by the Master. You heard his booming voice over the noise of the crowd. The Master announces that he is about to besot the Gift on one of their own. The Master signifies the Gift is an honor that is only reserved for royalty. The Gift is his gift to the live of man that are his royal subjects. The Master sees you through the crowd and motions to you to come forward. You walk very calmly as if you are stepping on the silk fabric of your dress. He extends a hand to you and raises both high in the air and proclaims, “ The Chosen one is at hand and I hereby besot my commitment to her and the promise of the Gift.  Everyone cheered and yelled proclaiming a day of joyous wonder. The Master orders the servants to take you to your chambers and prepare you. As you walk along with them, you wonder is the Gift, jewels, gold, land. You have no idea how you are to received the Gift. As you enter your chambers you see the servants preparing a bath. Some are working on a elegant robe, one of jewels and gold laced into the silk. You stand where you are told, you sit where you are told, and you do what you are told as your mind races with the thoughts of the Gift. And as quietly as they worked, they left, leaving you standing by the balcony the robe reflecting the moonlight coming through the doorway.

He, the Master, enters your chambers. He is dressed as elegant as you are. The Master stops and says a pray and proclaims his promise again. You stand there, as mystified as ever. Though your body has matured and you are a lovely young woman, your mind has yet to grow beyond your teen years. He comes forward and grasps your hand and asks if you are ready. Are you ready, you wonder, as you answer him in a soft subtle voice, “Yes, My Lord.” He leads you to a table where refreshments have been left and he hands you a cup of strong bitter drink. Then he gives you the fruit of the earth. You are trembling as he reaches out for you and brings you closer to him. His voice, now soft and mellow, tells you not to be fearful, he will be gentle with you, and he will ensure the experience will be joyful and pleasurable. You turn and look at him and ask, “Master, what is the Gift?” He motions to you to be silent and with his arm around you he leads you to the sleeping chambers.  My child, you are about to receive the Gift as I have promised. But why are we in my sleeping chambers, Master? Is the Gift hidden in here? As I let go of his hand and run around looking everywhere. My Master, tell me of the Gift? The Master turns and says the Gift is not of the material world. It is besot to the one so chosen by their Master. The Gift is only given one time to one person. I give it to you my child. I reach out with my hands but grasp nothing but empty air. I look at him and he at me and he says, “I will now fulfill my promise.”

My Master reaches for me and pulls me closer to him. His eyes fixed on mine as he places his hands on my shoulders. Are you afraid my child? I did not answered as he could feel my trembling body. Do not be afraid child as he lightly touches my face with his fingers. His hand reaches for towards the back of my hair and pulls the pins out letting my hair flow in the evening breeze. I wonder what he will do. Will he punish me for being anxious about the Gift or for disobeying him? I tremble as he rubs my arms. I feel his strong hands on my arms and wonder what this strange sensation is over coming me. He whispers into my ear, my child now that you are a woman, you should have the honor of living the life of a woman. He stoops down and kisses me, not on my cheek like he used to but on my painted lips. Soft at first, gentle with the touch, so light it felt if the breeze crossed my lips. I close my eyes and enjoy my first kiss as a woman. I say nothing as he leads me to the sleep mat. There he turns me towards him and he reaches for the rope holding my robe together. He loosens it and as a reaction I reach to stop my robe from falling open. Sensing my apprehension, he calmly tells me to relax as his hands guide mine away from the robe. It falls open and he grazes upon my nakedness and smiles a happy smile. I see that you have grown into a very refine woman, my child. As he reaches out and with his fingers he guides the robe off my shoulders. Yes, quite a woman you are, my Master said. I stand there free of any restrictions, happy that my Master finds me adorable. He approaches and reaches out with the back of his hand and moves the hair out of my face as his other hand moves my face up to him to meet his kiss. As he kisses me, he pulls me closer to him. he reaches around and with his fingers he lightly caresses my spine causing a new sensation through out my body. He continues kissing me as he walks me towards the mat. I have heard of this from the whispers of the chamber women but I have not experience it till now. He gently lays me down on the mat as he stands upright letting his robe fall off his body. Oh, what a magnificent body it is. My Master has weathered the ages well. As I look over his ripe body I notice his large member relaxed and with a hint of frost in his hair. He stands before me, my Master, my idol, I his servant is indebted to him in more ways than one.

His words awaken me from my dazed. He looks at my body, his eyes moving back and forth. My child, how have you grown all this years. Oh, those breasts of yours are young and virgin just as the rest of you. He lies down beside me and with his finger he traces a line from between my breasts to my navel. Oh how good it feels as he brings his mouth close to mine and softly kisses my lips. He moves to my cheek and then my neck where an even stranger sensation is felt. He continues kissing my neck as he moves his hands to my thighs, rubbing them as he softly caresses them. Oh, Master what are you doing to me, I ask? I feel so strange yet it calms me down the way you touch me. I feel something wet on my neck and it was his tongue. He moves gently across my neck to the top of my budding breasts. He lifts his head and in one sudden move he swallows whole my left breast. I let out a faint yelp as his tongue finds my nibble in the cavern of his mouth. Oh, my Gods, my Master is my father and a father is not suppose to be doing this to his daughter yet it feels so good that I do not resist his effort to take hostage my other breast with his hand. He gets up on his knees and moves his face to the middle of my body as his tongue traces the route clearly to my navel. OH, Master, what have I done to desire this. Have not I been good and obienant I cried out. Yes child you have now be silent and speak no more. I listen but his words were lost in the vast emptiness as I arch my back to meet the sensations that become stronger.

I must prepare you for the Gift, My child. One must be able to receive the Gift with love and care. He moved gently over to his knees as he parted my legs with one swift motion of his strong hands. Oh, Master what are you doing to me. I have never done that not even with the boys at school. My child, now you will experience a new joyous sensation. He lay down on his side as he brought his face down to my stomach. He kissed my stomach until my muscles tighten and grew tense. I looked at his face and he appeared to be enjoying it. I remember it is my duty to do what my Master commanded and so will I. I felt a wet sensation as his tongue rolled down to my navel and beyond. I felt him by my vagina but he hesitated before he ventured anywhere else. His tongue exploring the vast area around my vagina and thighs. Oh, my Gods, how good it feels. I grabbed his head and pushed it further into my virgin pussy. Yes, please kiss it there, I scream. He looked up for a second and then burrowed his head into my pussy. Instantly I felt his tongue reaching for my clit. Oh, my as I arched my back and thrusted my hips forward to exposed more of my pussy. My Master knew where to kiss to bring the most joyous sensations I have experience. He was slow and gentle letting me enjoy it. He brought his tongue to my clit and it bursts forth not with pain but an immense pleasure that made my back arched even more. His tongue continued to probe my pussy, darting in and out with graceful movements that brought even more joy. I cried, I laughed, and I wondered if this is the Gift that he talked about. Then the pain came, slight at first and then hard and sharp causing me to bolt up to a sitting position. I looked down and saw my Master putting a finger in me as he nibbled on my clit. I cried out in pain but he did not stopped. More and more of his finger was in me. The pain left as quickly as it came then all I could feel was pleasure it was giving me. He reached over and placed my legs high in the air so he can have all of me. My Master, to think that the Gift was to bring me joy. Anger did not surfaced but joy that I have become a woman for my Master. Then, what is that what is happening as my back arched my body trembled, and a strange feeling came over me. All I thought of was I wanted more of the same sensation. My Master sensing what had happened stopped and moved to my side. As he was lying down, he moved me to my side facing away from him. I protested I wanted to see him. I wanted to bring him the same joy he brought to me. With his strong hands, he brought me to my side. I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. He repeated the same prayer that was voiced earlier as his hands separated my legs. All of a sudden I felt him for the first time. Hard and big not what I expected. He rested on my leg and I reached for it feeling it throbbing veins and it’s smooth head. Being the first time I have seen or touched a man in this way, my Master, was patient with me as I pull and rubbed it. I felt his hand on it as he guides it towards me. He placed it against my pussy and let it rest there for a second while he maneuvered himself around. He placed his leg across mine and with it he supported my leg he had lift. He whisper into my ear, “ Child today you became a woman.” With that said he moves his cock in and out over my leg just against my pussy lips.

With each passing motion of his cock against my pussy lips, I grasp for air and plead for him to take me. With his hands he cups my budding breasts and rubs them until the nipples have risen to his touch. His hand ventures to his cock and in one motion he parts my pussy lips with it. Still continuing to move his cock in and out, the head finds my clit and they engage in a dueling match. OH Yes Master, do me now I cried. With that he plunges his throbbing cock into my pussy. But he stops after he pushes the head in. Sensing no résistance, he then plunges the rest of it until it can go no further. I yell out first in pain and then with joy. I reach back and grab his hips and pull hard to draw them closer to me, driving his hard cock into my pussy. I can feel his engorged balls slamming into my ass as he pumps me hard and quicker. I thrust my hips down to meet his in unison. All this time I am thinking how good it feels and how I do not want it to stop. My Master’s cock grows as he pumps into me. He reaches over and finds my clit and rubs it hard with each thrust. With each thrust I feel my pussy grow tense and that same feeling I had earlier come over me. But I still wonder what the Gift is and when am I going to get it. At that moment, he yells, “Child be prepared for the Gift.” I look around seeing nothing I gave up wondering about it. My greatest joy at this moment is my Master is having me for the first time.

My body is trembling, my heart is racing, and my pussy is at its tightest when I start to feel the sensation once again. My Master yells out now you are ready for the Gift, My Child. At that moment I sense his throbbing cock grow its largest as he slams it hard into my pussy. With the last thrust he yells out it is done. And I feel a warm sensation in my pussy. Not once but twice he slams it harder as he was milking his cock. With the last drop, my mind awakens. I know now what the Gift is. It is the Gift of Live, His seed that he has planted in my virgin pussy. His seed that is so precious that I reach over and grabbed his engorged balls and squeezed them dry. Knowing now what the Gift was and having his seed in me brought me joy. My Master, my father, my friend gave me his ultimate to me, his servant girl.

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0 #1 So Hott — Heylady 2010-12-14 03:19

Wish my first was like that. I'm so horny now!!! Have to wake the husband

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