A Morning Cup Of Joe

I snuggled closer to him and enjoyed the warmth of his body.
For a short while I watched him sleep peacefully.
Morning was here and I rolled out of bed and showered.
I put my makeup on, fixed my hair and put on my collar.

I went to the dresser and found a pair of black lace panties.
Then I went to the closet for a pair of black high heels.
I put on my robe and went to the kitchen and brewed the coffee.
When the coffee was finished, I poured myself a cup.

I heard the shower start and I went and got the paper.
I placed the paper down flat at the head of the dining table.
I pulled his chair out and turned it slightly to the left facing the kitchen.
I took a kneeling pillow and placed it next to the table leg.

I selected a pair of boxers for him and took them to the bathroom.
I took a towel in hand just as the shower stopped.
He stepped out of the shower and I said, “Good Morning Sir.”
“Good Morning Precious,” he replied.

I held the towel out and wrapped it around him drying his shoulders.
I dried his hair and slowly moved down his body.
When he was dry, I held the boxers open as he stepped into them.
I held his robe open and helped him into it.

I followed him into the dining room and he sat in his chair.
I took my robe off so he could admire his property.
I brought him the coffee and put it on the table in front of him.
I moved the kneeling pillow over in front of him and knelt before him.

He read the paper as my hands ran up his legs to the opening in the boxers.
“Does Sir wish me to please him or would he prefer breakfast?” I asked.
He moved the paper to the side and said, “No breakfast thank you.”
I smiled as my hand slowly moved into the opening of the boxers.

My nipples hardened as I felt the softness of the head.
The pages of the newspaper turn as I continue to caress him.
“The market is going up,” he says from behind the paper.
I giggled, “Oh Sir, it is not the only thing going up.”

The paper is laid back down on the table and he picks up his cup.
I pull his hardness out wetting my lips as I look up at him.
He calmly sips his coffee as he watches me take him.
Soon the saltiness of my Master bathes my lips.

I look up at him as I lick the last drops.
May I get you a refill?