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Kala II
(Slave Kala)

THE CONTINUED EROTIC ADVENTURES OF SLAVE KALA: SMELLY



Muscles pleasantly trembly I opened the door. I had just finished my hour-long workout, the one that kept me in such good shape for my Owner. With my muscles fatigued I looked forward to a quick warm shower to sluice the sweat off me and perhaps some vigorous lathering; before I would soak, luxuriating in water as hot as I could stand. My gym was right across the hall from one of our bathrooms, alone in the house I pulled off my (actually David's) muscle shirt as I crossed to the bathroom.

        Inside the bathroom with the door closed I dropped the shirt to the floor and sent my sports bra, more than damp soaked with my sweat, following it. Quickly I skinned out of the tights and my soaking wet panties. My legs and belly were damp with sweat. I wrinkled my nose as I could smell myself and it wasn't pleasant. My armpits were soaked to the point that the sweat was running down my sides. I cast a glance at the shower stall but I had a couple of things to take care of first. First, I gave myself a drink of water from the tap, I was thirsty. Dancing a little with impatience I watched the cool water run into the tall plastic cup which I left sitting there for just this. When it was full to the brim I brought it up and slugged it back in an undignified fashion, a manner I would have been embarrassed to have anyone observe. I glugged it all down with the cool water rushing into my mouth; filling it and sliding down my throat in soft waves. Ahhh heaven; when the cup was empty I filled it and drank again. My belly rumbled as I hadn't had breakfast yet. I debated whether to eat or bathe first but I stunk so much it wasn't much of a contest; still I had another thing to take care of.

        Lifting the lid on the toilet I sat down quickly and emptied my bladder, a long thick stream. I was surprised as I'd peed before starting my workout and the water couldn't have gone through me this fast, you'd think I'd be dehydrated from sweating so much. Finally I was finished; it was very early in the morning and I didn't work today. I had some chores to do and David would be home around five so I had to have His dinner ready; other than that I could fart around as I liked. Master hadn't fucked me last night; He'd come home too late and didn't want to wake me. He hadn't fucked me this morning either, I served Him a quick breakfast in bed but He hadn't time to use me (I love to be used, I'm a nympho have I mentioned?) I can't of course, masturbate without permission, when I'd asked He'd refused me, telling me to wait for tonight. I'd been disappointed, but I am His, I didn't even think about disobeying (aren't I such a good girl)

        I looked forward to my bath, I'd get nice and clean in the shower and then I'd lie in the tub for at least an hour, maybe two! (Oh goody, I looked forward to it.) I flushed and washed my hands. As the water ran into the sink washing the soap away, I heard a soft click as the bathroom door pushed open; I looked up into the bathroom mirror. I am my Master's owned slave, I have willingly given up any right to privacy gladly and of my own volition, surrendering it to my Master. I do engage the lock when we are at a friend's place or in public somewhere, but at home locking myself in any room, even a bathroom, has been properly trained out of me; with my full cooperation.

        David the God-thing I exist only to serve stood in the doorway. He was, I thought, attending to business. He'd left hours ago. A Viking of a man my Owner is 6'4" large and muscular with gold hair I love to run my hands through. He was stark naked and grinning.

        Turning the water off I spun in surprise, "David!"

        "Kala!" He said mocking my tone of surprise.

        I smiled delighted to see Him. "I thought you were gone for the day."

        He leaned causally against the doorjamb, His cock bobbed proudly before Him. All nine-inches of it strong and hard and ready for action. He smiled, "I had to go look at some things in the warehouse and while I was at it make a couple of calls to Hong Kong. Now, I do have to go back I have a ton of stuff to do, but I stole back here for a few hours." He stepped into the room, leering at my naked body.

        As He moved closer I blushed, "David." It was a whine, "But I'm sweaty," I paused, "and smelly."

       He grinned as He drifted close and sniffed the air. I had my hands braced behind me on the sink's countertop, back arched with my breasts thrust out in an unconsciously seductive pose, as if proffering them. Languidly His hand reached out and gripped me around the throat. I made no move to resist as I felt strong fingers close gently over the pulsing arteries in my neck. Not closing them just pressing lightly, firmly.

        Master bent me back slowly, so I stood on my tiptoes half bent back over the sink, unaccountably my legs spread. My vagina was wet, the black hair had been damp from sweat but now it was slick with my need. My back began to hurt a bit; I murmured a little even as I slumped relaxing to His dominion, I had no choice as He exerted easy Control. He looked me over for a moment, sliding His gaze up and down my naked body enjoying the sight of my beauty. He looked at my face for a longer moment staring into my eyes as I relaxed completely in surrender to Him. I released the sink murmuring a little as the lack of support made my back press more firmly into the edge. I brought my hands up, one I wrapped lightly around the hard muscles of His upper arm. The other drifted across to slowly slide up and down the inside of His arm. I wasn't resisting, trying to force Him away, on the contrary the caress was encouraging as He gripped my neck. I was offering my surrender to His will, showing my complete abandon to His resolve with my soft stroking. Up and down I swept my palm over the smooth muscles of His strong right arm. A moment passed as I met His eyes, calmly letting my love for Him fill my gaze.

        "Come here slave," He said gently.

        "Yes Master," I replied meekly, brought to heel easily.

        He released my neck as I came forward and I rested my head on His broad chest; while He rested His hands on my ass, kneading gently.

        He smelled my hair and murmured agreeably, then softly, "Put your arms around my neck."

        I obeyed twining them around His broad neck. I noted His pile of clothes outside in the hall.  He'd come home very quietly. Probably stood at the end of the hall and moved out of sight when I'd crossed to the bathroom with my workout complete; before He stole up the bathroom door, a surprise for me - an embarrassing surprise. I could imagine His evil grin as He thought about scaring the shit out of me and embarrassing me no end. I was embarrassed to be caught in such an undignified state like this, not only was I sweaty and stinking to high heaven, but unlike some slaves I don't go about the house bare. Normally I'm naked only when it's playtime in addition to all those other times a person is generally unclothed. If He ordered me to strip I could immediately anticipate play, I bet He'd enjoyed catching me naked and unawares like this. He'd been rock hard when He opened the door.

        I looked up at Him, "Please let me take a shower first, just a quick one."

        "No slave." He said it gently, looking down on me with a smile.

        I shuddered, His tone had the simple firmness which I knew couldn't be breached; I had no choice but to give in to His casual but utter Control over me.

        Softly I answered, "Yes Master." Putting complete yielding to His will into my tone, which brought a smile to His face, "May your slave have a kiss?" I begged.

        Slowly He bent His head and kissed me gently on the mouth, I parted my lips and slowly He slipped His tongue in questing firmly. Our tongues met for an instant - a hot wet melding before He withdrew, squeezing my cheeks firmly.

        "I'm smelly," I piteously insisted without real resistance. Broken to His will I was utterly at His mercy.

        He chuckled He knew well I was too much of a lady. "I don't care, and you're leaking all over the place."

        I blushed furiously but it was true, my clear oils were running uncontrollably down my leg as I readied myself in response to His simple presence. I hadn't fucked for more than twenty-four hours, and anyone who knows me knows how hard that is for me. I wondered how far out of His way Master was going to please us both. Me mainly however and I had to thank Him for that. I don't have nearly the self-control He does, I couldn't even pretend to.

        Ducking my head I said, "Yes Master. Thank-you Master."

        He smiled, "You're welcome Kala." His left hand slid down the length of my cheek to the crease where it met my thigh, "Lift your leg."

        I obeyed of course, His fuck-toy to be used as He pleased. My leg came up knee poking out as my ankle hovered around His own knee. At His gentle urging on my bottom I brought my leg up and around lifting the other leg as He supported me with His hands on my ass and my arms around His neck. My ankles locked together at the small of His back. I hung off Him like a monkey, I kissed His neck softly and He growled. He was nearly as horny as I was, and I was grinding against His groin helplessly.

        My pudendum was wide open for Him inches above His bobbing cock and He slid a hand under me from behind. Using three fingers to lift His member He guided it into me. I moaned as He slid in slowly, firmly, a hot shock glorious friction as my smooth folds closed over Him gripping Him, causing Him too to moan. I nuzzled His neckline as we were pressed tightly belly-to-belly. I tightened my grip on His neck as I moaned again and started rocking against Him. We stood in the middle of the bathroom floor; He was supporting my weight with His hands on my tight rear. As I rocked and thrust He pumped too and we fucked slowly, languorously.

        Moments passed and I felt the heat building deep inside me, I couldn't control it, I speeded up humping Him franticly, moaning. He ordered me softly to slow down but I couldn't and He was in no position to make me. In moments the waves of pleasure built to a crest and I came shuddering against Him as my female ejaculate squirted out, oozing between us. Moaning softly I collapsed against Him, pressing my face into His shoulder, tired I just hung there. I could feel Him, He hadn't come, still tight inside me He was hard and pulsing but He wasn't going to come without further work from one of us.

        "I'm sorry Master." I whispered, contrite.

        "Okay." He said softly, forgiving me I knew.

        A moment passed and He used His grip on my bottom to slide me back a bit, starting to ride me standing there.

        I moaned exhausted, "Wait, wait." I begged, "Give me a moment."

        "Okay." He said in the exact same tone of forgiveness.

        My Master is so much stronger than I am I adore Him for it. I can relax at will, knowing I am always in the care of such a strong Owner.

        A minute passed, two, "I'm ready." I said softly.

        He was still pulsing gently inside me and without a word He began fucking me again. I couldn't hold back the waves of pleasure. Quickly I was moaning gutturally into His neck as He quietly fucked me like that in the middle of the bathroom. I came again after a minute and this second wave of cumming with my muscles closing tightly and wildly around His shaft, triggered His own orgasm.

        Hot tendrils of His sperm roared into me, we didn't have to worry about condoms of course. I exulted as my Master moaned softly into my hair, rocking me gently as He shot Himself into me. One hand coming up to press firmly on the small of my back; making me arch and shudder moaning as I kissed His throat and came again while He shot Himself wildly into me in hot bursts.

Spent He shriveled inside me and I pressed my breasts more firmly into His chest. For a minute I hung off Him as He stood there, spent but supporting me with His rock hard strength. Finally I lowered my legs and gently brushed a kiss across His mouth. He met the kiss enthusiastically and we frenched for a brief moment, then He pulled back just a little. I still had my arms around His neck but we were face to face, mine tilted up to His. (He tops me by more than a foot after all.)

        He spoke, "I'm going to shower, and then I have to go back to work."

        "Yes Master, I'll miss you all day now."

        "Sorry slave," He said with a grin, pleased He could have such an effect on me, "are we having those pork chops for dinner?"

        I nodded, "Yes Master, breaded just as you like them, I have all day."

        He smiled delighted and I was thrilled to please Him. "And buttermilk biscuits too?" He asked hopefully.

        It meant extra work for me but I exist solely to please Him, and I love to please Him. I nodded, "If it's what you want Master. I can make them I have the ingredients, and your mother's recipe."

        He smiled, "I love buttermilk biscuits. And I love you Kala."

        I whispered back, "I love you too David."

        And His slave kissed Him softly.