I arrived at the house with two other girls. We had been chosen from several at the market and now we were waiting with the boy whe had bought us to be let into the house. We heard footsteps and then the door opened to reveal another slave girl. She led us into the hall then told the boy to go and carry on with his other chores.

As she showed us around the house, I noticed there was one room which she did not allow us to see. She noticed that I was interested and said:

'That room is the Master's room. Never go in there unless you are personally asked to by the Master.'

We went back to the kitchen and began to prepare the food for the evening meal. I couldn't help thinking about that room and what I might find in there. Finally the meal was ready and we carried it out on silver platters. Several men were sat around waiting for the food. I wondered which was to be my Master.

As we handed round the food the men talked about about us as if we weren't even in the room, commenting on our hair, our eyes and our bodies. Several made crude remarks about what they would like to do to us until I became quite embarassed. However I was flattered that in the end they agreed that I was the most attractive.

At the end of the evening they all left except for our Master. He was tall and strong looking, muscular. He wasn't conventionally handsome but had a sort of rugged look with rough features, dark eyes and dark hair. Later on in bed I tried to imagine again what would happen to me if I went to his room. Would he be angry with me? Or would he welcome me in? I found myself wanting him more and more. I wanted to feel his hard chest against my soft breasts, his wet lips on my skin. I began to touch myself under the sheets, slowly exploring my own body as I toyed with my thoughts and fantasies, then moving my fingers faster and faster until I came silently.

The next night I was walking past the room and I just couldn't help stopping for a moment to listen at the door. I couldn't hear anything. Then suddenly I heard footsteps moving quickly and the door was opening! I gasped as he stepped out and in a panic dropped what I had been carrying. He looked angry for a moment then his expression softened slightly as he saw the fear which was obvious in my eyes. He knelt down beside me as I tried to clear up the mess. He stroked my face gently and I trembled with mingled fear and desire.

'Don't be frightened. I won't hurt you.'

He moved closer and I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear.

'I know you want me, slave. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching you. When you've finished clearing up this mess, go and bring me some hot water for my bath.'

Then, without waiting for me to reply he went back inside the room and closed the door.

I did exactly as he had said and when the bath was filled I was about to leave the room to let him take his bath but he turned and locked the door.

My breath quickened as he began to undress himself, slowly revealing his dark skin to me. I longed to touch him and take pleasure from his warm hard body. When he had finished undressing he walked slowly to the bath and climbed in. He looked up at me. I was frozen to the spot. A slight smile played across his lips as he saw the effect he had on me. I looked longingly at him but something still made me hesitate.

'Wash me,' he commanded in a soft but firm voice.

There was nothing I could do but obey. I was his to enjoy and we both knew it. I approached the bath then knelt beside it and began to wash his muscular body, running my hands all over his skin. I started with his back and neck then moved to face him, looking into his eyes before carressing his wet chest and arms. Growing bolder, I plunged my hand deeper into the water and felt his strong legs, moving my fingers up them until I reached his penis which was now rock hard and quivering with desire.

'Kiss me,' he said. 'Let me know how much you want me.'

'Of course. I want you more than anything.'

I moved closer and pressed my lips against his, still moving my hand up and down his cock under the water. He lifted his hand to my head, stroking my auburn curls as he probed my tongue with his. Our kiss grew more passionate. I could sense him getting more excited. He withdrew his tongue from my mouth, gasping for breath then with a soft groan he came in my hand.

After a moment he had recovered. He looked up at me, noticing that I was still fully clothed.

'Undress yourself, slave. Do it slowly.'

'Yes Master,' I whispered to him.

I began to feel nervous again. I had never shown my body to anyone before. I hoped he liked what he saw. He watched me like a hawk whilst I undressed, smiling slightly again as I revealed myself to him. I knew then that he wanted me as his eyes rested briefly on my round breasts, my taut stomach and down to my shapely hips and the small triangle of reddish brown hair between my legs. I felt a trickle of wetness running down the inside of my leg. He ordered me to get into the bath with him. I obeyed.

I lowered myself into the warm water. It felt wonderful against my skin. I had one leg either side of him, my thighs pressed against his. He held my hands gently and lifted them onto his shoulders. Without instruction I kissed him again, slowly, passionately, massaging his tongue with my own. His hands were on my neck then tracing the line of my clavicle gently and expertly moving towards my breasts. He cupped them in his hands then stroked the hard nipples. He withdrew from my kiss only to begin kissing my neck then between my breasts and then licking the nipples whilst his hands moved down my shoulders towards the small of my back where they rested for a moment. I arched my back with pleasure then moved one of my hands from his chest to touch my clitoris. He allowed this for a few moments then took my hand in his and placed it once again on his hard cock whilst he moved one of his own fingers to where mine had just been. I began to pant with desire, then just as I thought I might explode he witheld his touch.

'Please, please...' I whispered, shifting myself forwards on his lap. 'I want you inside me.'

'Yes,' he said simply but with desire obvious in his voice.

I released his cock from my grip and he grasped my buttocks with both hands and pulled me onto him. I felt him slide into me. I was so tight it was uncomfortable at first but I was so overcome with desire I began rocking forwards and backwards rhythmically, feeling his cock slipping in and out of me. His face was buried in my breasts and he was groaning with pleasure. I began to pant again. I could feel it happening. I couldn't hold back any longer. I started to come first and my contractions spurred him on and sent him over the edge, his hot, sticky semen spurting into me. Finally I slumped over him, exhausted.

We stayed like that for a few moments before getting out of the bath. Still dripping wet, he lay me face down on the bed, holding my arms above my head and began to take me from behind, slipping his cock into my wet pussy.

We carried on like this until we were both completely exhausted and I awoke next morning in his arms, still wanting more...