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Wanton Fountain
He knelt upon the bed looking down at her sleeping; hair askew from sweeping across the pillow during the night, seemed to halo her. He smiled; asleep she almost looked like a raven-haired angel. However; he knew, first-hand, the feisty, bewitching, tantalizing, seductive goddess she could be by wake.
Feeling the stirring within his groin, he spoke to his sleeping beauty. “Lil One, I am thirsty for my morning juices, relax as I move you and waken slowly.”
She stirred, soft moanings and a mumbled, “Yes, Master.”, came as a whisper through parted lips.
Taking her legs in each masculine hand, he pulled her gently to him. Raising her gently over his knees, past his thighs he brought her now waking body. He moved her legs over both of his broad shoulders until her womanhood lay just beneath his chin. Her dark eyes flickered open, looking up at him she gasped slightly through pursed lips. A soft chuckle came from his throat and his eyes danced in amusement while looking down at her. Now her hair had swept back, lying tousled at the top of her head, giving her a vixen fairy look. “Morning my lil one.”
“Good morning, Master.”
“What have you given me today, lil one?”
Smiling, she answered, ”All I possibly can give you Master. My whole being.”
“Good girl. Now quench my thirst with your lovely juices.”
Naturally obedient, or just naturally aroused by his touch; he looked at the orchid- like petals which rested just below his face. Her lips had parted slightly as he had spread her legs to rest over his shoulders, fully exposing her vulva to him. Again a smile spread across his face as he watched her moistness spread upon her pink velvet skin. His morning dew. His fingers crept up to open her petals more, to watch her clit become swollen just from his gazing eyes.
“Yes, there it is.”, his mind spoke. Her clitoris was smaller than many he had seen in his days; small, with barely a hood covering its pearly head. The most sensitive clit he had ever encountered; thus to ensure her pleasure he treated it the appropriate manner despite his sadism. She had, without a doubt, told him how to treat it in order to bring her the utmost pleasure, which indeed he wished to do to his submissive.
This was a quality he loved in her, she knew her body well and was not hesitant to tell him what aroused her and never had had any inhibitions in showing him how she brought herself to orgasm. He was always totally engrossed in watching her obey him, taking great care to note how and where she moved her fingers around her clit.
Of course, early on he had to try pleasuring her, his way. Chuckling to himself, he recalled the waste of time that had been. Yes, he applied too much pressure and pulling on it certainly didn’t bring the response he had hoped for needed. In fact, his lovely succulent oasis, he loved so much, became parched and unresponsive. Thus, He learned quickly to treat her clit with kid-gloves, for by doing so, she was able to release orgasm, upon orgasm for him. He enjoyed the continuous flow of juices she could offer him and now, he licked his tongue ready to feast upon her flesh and drink her succulence.
Lowering his mouth to his waiting cup, his tongue slipped in to taste her. He closed his eyes in pleasure at the taste of her and he felt her tremble beneath his palms. He trailed his tongue to her little soldier-girl standing so proud waiting for him. He twirled it ever so lightly around where it stood, her clit had become so swollen that the hood now lay back, and the soldier-girl stood as tall as she possibly could. He felt his lil one quiver and heard her moans as she her first orgasm was ready to burst forth. He then ran his tongue back to his cup to drink her offerings to him, as one would gorge upon an orange so juicy and tasty freshly picked from a tree. Her juices were a delight upon his tongue and she drenched his mouth and face with her wetness.
Tiny gasps escaped her parted red lips and her eyes were shut in ecstasy. Beneath her eyelids he could see her eyes moving back and forth, smiling upon seeing this he knew he brought her to a wonderful height of pleasure. He then ran his tongue lightly from her little pearl slowly across his oasis, across the bridge to her tight bud. Here his tongue gently played, slowly, darting in and out of her hole slowly. Again he felt her body tremors and her sighs and moans reverberated throughout the room. Oh yes, he knew that her greatest joy point of all, was this naughtiest of orifices she could offer to him. And the intensity of her responses to his use of it, made it one of his favorite play places.
He reached to the edge of the bed, fumbling for one of the toys he brought in. Of course, unknowingly to her, for she had been asleep. He had spoken to her of this particular toy, quite often in fact, when they were getting to know one another. But today was the first day he was about to show her what pleasure it could bring her. His tongue kept probing her anus and pushing his saliva in deeper and deeper, as he found the carved ginger root.
He lifted his head to study this new toy, smiling to himself, recalling how he carved it outside this morning while drinking his morning coffee as the birds began to waken about him. She stirred beneath his palm. “Hush, lil one, stay right where you are with your eyes closed. Daddy has a treat for you today.”
“MmMmmm. Yes, Master.”, she softly moaned, as she lay in a dream-like state upon his this and bed.
Her ass cheeks still rested upon his collarbone, thighs wide, leaving her fully exposed to him as a wanton whore. He bent his head down again, curling his tongue somewhat like a rolled tortilla shell and slide it into her waiting bud. His spittle slipped into her, moistening his private little cavity for easy insertion of the root. She writhe beneath him slowly trembling at the intrusion of the root and gasping when she felt the new sensation within her dark hole.
He felt her buttocks clenching as the exotic foreign object in her brought her new sensations. He knew the tingling it would bring her and the arousal it would create and he chuckled, watching her eyes fluttering and her tongue licked her lips. His free hand reached to his toys and found the clamps, reaching around her he slipped them onto her hard, goose-bumped nipples. A guttural moan filled the room and she winched slightly as he fastened them. He smiled at her responses and watched his cup again glisten and spreading new wetness across her spread groin, which lay before as an offering.
Again he lowered his head and drank ravenously and then ran his tongue lightly to and fro across her displayed flesh. His hands gripped her ass tightly as he again toyed with her clit, his tongue circling it like an eagle soaring in a distant sky. Her screams of ecstasy filled the room and she gushed forth his juices he had known would come. His wanton fountain of pleasure he drank from.
Thus began the morning of erotic pleasures, about to unfold for this Master and his raven-haired angel, who had transformed to His vixen-goddess, while writhing in the palms of his hands.
Copyright 4-4-03 feather aka mjwr All rights protected by the copyright law. Not to be reproduced, copied or exchanged in any form without the express permission of the author. In subject area type: permission requested. [email protected]
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