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She lay upon her bed, eyes heavy with sleep, but she could not. Slowly her purple clad nails crept to her shaven mound and felt for the small bud hidden within her moist lips. A soft moan escaped her lips and she quieted it by licking her red lips. Butterflies stirred softly within her groin and her mind took her to Him.
In the shadowy room as the sunset fade on the horizon she crept to the archway of the living room. Her velvety brown eyes sparkled as she saw Him on the sofa, engrossed in a television show. Slowly, ever so slowly she moved towards him on her hands and knees. Her ebony hair swept gracefully over her shoulders as she crawled, clad only in black stockings and her lace garter belt. Nipples were erect on the small mounds that swayed with each movement. The floor squeaked ever so softly with her weight upon it, enough to make Him look over to her. A broad smile swept over his face as He watched his little one crawl to Him.
“My, my, what have we here, little one?” He chuckled, amused by her obvious wantonness, yet he felt stirring within His jeans.
“Master, I come to You begging for You to ease the fire within me, please.” her voice barely audible over the drone of the TV. Noting that, he reached for the remote and lowered the volume as He smiled at down at her.
She now was at his feet. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, tightening his grip at the roots. She moaned slightly, but not in pain. Slowly his nimble fingers undid his zipper and his manhood rose to attention, pre-cum already glistening and he tossed his jeans to the side. Her eyes sparkled and she felt moistness creep between her legs as his strong hand brought her head to his groin. Her tongue flicked across her lips quickly and then her lips parted and the pink tongue protruded and stretched to the gloss upon his cock. Twirling the tongue, she cleaned the cum and savored the taste as his hand stayed locked on her hair.
He then took both sides of her head into his hands and began to bob her head upon his cock, her wetness trickled down her thighs as she took him deep into her throat, lips tightly encasing his hardness, her tongue felt the veins which protruded from his mounting excitement. Her saliva created suckling sounds that echoed in the room, as her fingers crept up to his naked but heavy balls. He released his grip so she could suckle his balls into his mouth…so obedient she was, knowing that was his desire without instruction. His testicles encased in her mouth, her cheeks chipmunk-like as he watched her and how he enjoyed her tongue dancing upon his skin. His cock swayed, hard and untouched…until he could not take it anymore.
He pulled her up and turned her around, softly pushing upon her shoulders…and she knelt head down and her soft buttocks rose up to him. Spreading her legs, she revealed her wet pink lips to him that seemed to beg for him. His fingers probed her, feeling her softness and warmth and a finger searched for her clit…effortlessly. He played with her exposed clit, wetting it with her juices that were flowing freely and watched as her back arched and moans began to escape from her. She writhed before him, her hair cascaded upon the carpet and he dropped to his knees behind her. His hardness throbbing and it found its home within her parted legs. Slowly he took her, inch by inch and her screams of ecstasy were mounting…filling the quietness of the room. He rocked against her ass, filling her deeply with his hard muscle, feeling her grip his cock with her tightness, milking him and he kept thrusting deeper into her. Her juices began to splay upon him and her thighs and a guttural cry came from her…catlike a low purr warbled in her throat as her fingers clenched the carpet in her great orgasm and he filled her pussy with his warm cum which pulsated out as his heart beat, her inner muscles still milking him, leaving no cum within him, she claimed it all. Then he collapsed upon her back and feeling his weight, she, too, collapsed to the floor.
Panting, sweating, gasping and spent. His arms encased her and she felt his lips beside her ear…and heard him whisper…”Yes, little one…you are Mine.” A tear of joy, quietly slipped from her eye as she beamed within. “Yes, Master. I am Yours”. Then they slept.
She woke, looking around for Him, but found herself, alone, in her room. She felt the wetness of her sheets beneath her…then she shut her eyes, and tried to go back.
©5-17-04 feather aka mjwr
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