Back in the game this week. I’m out of town for the week so don’t have too much fun without me.
“What shall I do with you?”
Anything you want. He kept his thought to himself, kneeling and waiting for her to direct him. He was eager, his cock swelling as she circled him slowly. A finger traced over his shoulder and down his back. Barely a touch and his skin prickled in anticipation of Her command.
She stepped in front of him, the scent of her perfume, her body scenting the space. Delicate and exotic, so intoxicating.
“I think,” he snapped to attention, his eyes going to her hands as they tucked into her black panties and slipped them down. “You need to service my pussy and show me exactly how happy you are to see me.”
He swallowed hard as she settled on the bed and spread her thighs wide. Lovely brown thighs served as a frame for the very place his mouth wanted to go.
She beckoned him with a crook of her red tipped finger. “Come on then, boy. Put that mouth to use.”
He shuffled forward on his knees, ignoring the rug burn as he hurried to her eyes riveted to her cunt, his mind anticipating what his tongue would taste. The closer he got, the more he itched to please her.
Her smell was strong there. The curls trimmed nearly and already dewy with her cream. God help him, he could barely keep from diving in.
“Uh uh.” She stopped him before he could wrap his arms around her thighs. He lifted his eyes to her. “What do you say to me?”
He dropped his gaze back to her pussy. That eagerness doubled. “Please, Miss, may I eat your pussy? I want to please you.”
“What a good boy, asking so politely. Yes you may.”
She lay back in the bed and stared at him through her spread thighs. That was all the invitation he needed.
A quick lick from bottom to top had her purring. She released up a full throated moan when he sealed his lips over her clit and gave a suck.
“What a good boy,” she groaned as he lapped at her. “What do good boys say when they get to lick pussy?”
“Thank you, Miss.” He pulled his mouth away to utter the words and then quickly returned to his task.
“Good– Oh… GOOD boy.”
Her pleasure, the shudder of her body and the moans bubbling from her mouth made him press in harder. He could go on, could linger in her cunt, pleasing her, for the rest of his life.
Anything to hear her praise him.
Hmmm… reminds me of… maybe I need to write my own MM post then 😉
I couldn’t bring myself to write about last weekend… Not with a heart as heavy as I had… :-/
I’m behind on posts and nursing a mild sickness. I’m hoping whatever has you down is better
I’m now busy with the hustle to Christmas.
It gives me less time to think of what was bringing me down, though I do still have some bouts when I miss him…
Hope you recover quickly. I am also nursing the end of a tonsillitis. Ah, winter ailments!
Great last line!
Glad it worked for you.
Yes. Thank you, m’Lady.
I had to read the story to see what made you say thank you. Been a while since I wrote this one