Yes

He could tell she was close, the ****'s hips were bucking up and down as he stroked her and she was panting like a dog in heat. Her juices dripped steadily from his hand as he worked her pussy.

"uh uh uh uh uh uh" she went with each stroke of his fingers. Her own fingers were flexing with exertion against her own ass cheeks, she was still managing to keep herself spread even under such treatment. A good sign of things to come.

When he could feel the muscular walls of her cunt start the little contractions that signaled an oncoming orgasm, he withdrew his now soaking hand from her cunt with a little, wet "plop."

"Nuh nuh nuh no, p-p-p-p-please." The **** mewled, her face and collar bones flushed and red, the fleshy white of her ass showing the red marks where her fingers had gripped herself. Her pussy hole opening and closing as if searching for something to grip onto, something to bring her over the edge.

"Please what?" he said, standing over her so that she could see him.

'P-p-please let me finish, I'm almost there. I just want to cum."

"How? How could a **** cum by herself?"

He got down low, crouching on his legs so he could look at her face, pressed into the ground still and looking to the side at him. Her legs were shaking now from exertion and the build up of her orgasm.

"I'll do it myself-" He smacked her ass, hard. The sound echoed through he room and the **** yelped.

"Slaves aren't allowed to touch my property, and you agreed that that cunt is my property. Now how could you possibly finish?"

"Please, please just stick your fingers back inside me" she begged.

His fingers found her hole and once more he began working her.

"Uh uh t-t-t-thank you m-master." the **** said, the redness rising in her face and chest again.

"Are you going to be a good **** if I let you cum?" Her breathing was getting heavier and he could feel her cunt gripping his fingers as he worked her.

"y-yes master."

"And what will happen to you as a good ****?" The ****'s eyes began to roll into her head, little whimpers escaping from her mouth as she tried to speak through her rising orgasm.

"Uh uh y-you you'll have m-my uh pussy fucked" she said quickly between gasps.

"When?"

"Uh-whenever you want to!"

"Until?"

"Uh-uh-until you fuck uh a baby into me"

"Good. You can cum now ****." With a few more movements of his hand, he sent the **** over the edge. She half screamed, half moaned as the **** of her orgasm squeezed his fingers, almost pushing his hand out of her cunt. She squirted all over his arm, leaving a puddle underneath her legs. Her face was bright red, past her collar bones to the bottom of her chest.

"Back in position" he snapped, not giving her even a second to catch her breath.

Slowly, she resumed her position: head to the left, tits against the ground, back arched, and fingers pulling her sloppy, wet cheeks aside. Her cunt glistened with cum all around it, some slit down and dripped off her clitoris and joined the puddle that had formed on the floor. Aftershocks wracked her body and she struggled to keep her position.

"What do you say cunt?"

She breathed out, her voice whips and tired: "Thank you master."

"For what bitch, from now on your to tell anyone that touches you what happened and thank them for it." The look of shame and defeat returned to the ****'s face.

"Thank you for finger fucking my pussy until I begged to cum master. And thank you for making me cum on the floor master."