Right where they stand

"You speak French?" He asks.

"Oui."

"Interesting, but we have more pressing matters. Turn around and bend over."

I follow his order, assuming the position he had stated. My ears listen to his hand as it rustles in the pockets of his discarded pants. Next, he tears open a condom which he then rolls onto his thick manhood. Master then moves behind me and grabs my wrists to pull my arms back, demonstrating his power. That's when his tip meets the lips of my entrance. This is it. I'm finally about to get fucked by my Master. As soon as his dick enters inside of me, I gasp as my jaw drops into a smile. He continues to inch his length inside of me, to which he says "That what you want?"

"Oui... Merci Maître."

"Such a beautiful language." He coos before thrusting at a surprisingly tender pace, considering the dominance he's demonstrating. I'm at the mercy of him and his sizeable cock that is stretching me just perfectly. To my surprise, he continues at a slow pace. Not that it doesn't feel good, but the way he has me bent over, I can't deny I expected him to be rougher.

"Rub your clit." He states, letting go of my left wrist. He actually noticed I'm left-handed.

He puts his hand on my hip as I put mine on my sensitive little bud and rub. That's when his thrusts grow faster and faster. All along he'd planned to hit me hard right as I'm completely ****, and it's fucking working.

"Oh fuck. That's it Master... fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

I can't help but scream his praise as he hammers my pussy. Within seconds he has my legs trembling as my body tenses up. He asks me the obvious, and all I can do is nod before my body spasms throughout a powerful climax, causing me to slide off of his cock. As I catch my breath, I feel his warm seed land on my ass. We both then fall/flop down onto the floor into a spooning position, fully spent. Eventually, he kisses my cheek before asking "Want to stay the night?"