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  A Gift for Master Nasty (1/3)  

19 votes
Author: Nastysfarian  Published: 1/10/2007  story views: 8449
 


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You awake to the sound of your alarm and glance to your clock as you stretch a slow arm to tap the buzz to silence. On your table beside the lamp is a small white paper folded and perched teepee style, on it written simply, "Nasty."

You stretch lazily and rise from your comfort. Directly to the shower you go, shedding your sleeping clothes in the hamper on your way. You are not leisurely, but get right to the point of cleaning your handsome body making certain to double task by performing all of your days requirements in your thoughts.

You step dripping wet from the shower to find me on my knees before you, completely clothed, hair pinned back. The shower was so short that the bath mirrors did not even have time to fog and you watch to the left of you as the reflection of my lips wrap around the tip of your morning hard cock. I don’t waste time and respect your schedule allowing you to pour your hot cum down my throat within only a few moments. I rise and leave you to dry your now refreshed body and dress for your day.

You are dressed and smell coffee brewing in the kitchen. You quickly pick up the note from your bedside table and slip it in your pocket. Downstairs on the counter you find your keys and a cup of black coffee. One sniff reminds you of my love for a shot of Makers in my morning brew and you know I doused your mug with my poison. Grab the keys, out the door.

At your office you are busied by your tasks and responsibilities, not giving one thought to what may await you. Around noon a woman in her mid 30's arrives at the desk of your secretary requesting a moment of your time. You don’t have any appointments and feel a little annoyed by an uninvited visitor but curious, you allow her in. She steps through your door in one stunning glide. Dressed simply in a navy skirt and matching jacket with a white blouse scooped low and allowing you a grand view of her sunkissed cleavage. Your eyes meet and she tips her head back letting her golden blonde locks drift over her bare chest. As she steps forward you notice a champagne ice bucket in her grip with two bottles of your favorite lunchtime beer. She sets it on the corner of your desk and exits without saying a word. You have never seen her before, but you know who sent her.

You swill back your first beer and then lean back in your chair and slowly enjoy your second. Reaching into your pocket you find the note and pull it out.

"Do not come home. A driver will get you at 4pm."

You continue with your day and give no thought to the blowjob, the blonde, the beer or the note. And no thought to the exotic ways I will love you later.

At 4 sharp a driver arrives and takes you to a local airport. As you step out of the vehicle the driver hands you an envelope with your passport and travel documents. The trunk pops open and the driver removes for you one solitary case.

You board a plane big enough for maybe 25 passengers, but you are alone except for the crew. You are served an exquisite dinner and take the travel time to go over some work things.

At your destination you are feeling

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