“Can I help you in any way?” I asked, placing a gentle hand on the shoulder of her nightgown.
She looked up at me with sad, almost tearful eyes, " I think perhaps you can."
I leant down to kiss the lids of her moistening eyes, kissing away the tears and seeking to leave her to those special thoughts of desire that she could see in her dreams. She gasped at the force with which I held her, my embrace ever so encompassing as it virtually imprisoned her arms.
“Master, would you release me if I reached up and pulled you down to the floor and tore your clothes off and kissed you all over your wonderful body and climbed on top of you and selfishly made love to myself with you as my instrument?”
“Sounds like a plan, pet,” I laughed letting her free, my hardness pressing against my dressing gown and my view filled with her enticing and undulating softness.
“Would you let me slide down on your cock and bring myself to orgasm time after time?”
“How could I refuse a request like that, my dear creature,” I smiled as she pulled me down to the floor. She did not hesitate as she climbed astride, pulling her panties and my flannel gown to one side. She parted her lips with my erection. I pushed my finger in with my hardness to tickle her.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she squealed. “You remembered how I love that.”
My other hand steadied her and then played with the soft crease of her butt as my finger pushed in and maleness pulled out. Her hands pressed down on my stomach for balance. She let her head lol back, lost in hot passion just as I found myself sinking back into yielding softness.
She ground her hips down on me and squeezed me with her muscles, as I held her firmly by the waist pulling her up and down onto me, before reaching up to caress those gorgeous swelling mounds, to tickle and pinch those sweet breasts. She rocked gently back and forth with me deep inside her. She pulled up to feel the head rub her special spot and then back down all the way again, while I slid my hands slowly down her back and across the firm sweep of her behind.
She reached down again to press her own fingers into her slit to join my lodging member. I could feel her quivering. With my own wandering digits I began to gently touch the warm round tight rear pucker. She screamed out the first wave of climax and slumped back on me, remaining motionless for a while.
After slowly climbing off me, she slipped her panties and her silk nightie on again. I thought that that was that. Then, she turned to me with a mischievous grin and all I could do was arch my eyebrows as I watched her get down between my legs. She took me in her hands, leaning down to lick her own secretions from me. I reached down too, to caress her upper back and shoulders and to run my hands through her thick shiny hair, as she looked up, wide eyed, at me:
“There is something so erotic about having come on a man and then servicing him by licking him clean, Sir” She grinned, lowering her face again and beginning to suck me back into her warm mouth.
“Much more erotic than ‘here's the tissues, love’, “ I responded but my witticism was sucked away from me as her expert manipulations left me gasping for breath. I felt her lips pass over the rim, over and over the shaft, tastes mixing with her own fragrances. She dug the tip of her tongue in the little opening on the head, before taking me in deep in one long stroke and dragging her teeth very slowly and gently all the way back up, as I squirmed and prepared to fill her receptive mouth.
“Mmmmmm I I don't think I'm going to need much more this morning, “ she murmured, fingering herself, pushing the gusset of her panties to one side, caressing herself, fingering and thinking of that hardeness thrusting again deep into her. I reached down with my hands to spread her to obtain entrance to her sweet behind. Lifting her up off the floor to turn her round, I plunged into her, while my hand played a tickling rhythm against her nether lips.
“Ummmmmm you yummy animal!!!! I want you!!!!!!”
I stayed silent and just stroked her inner thigh to bring her down gently from that second orgasmic high. Listening to her breathing beginning to slow, I could still hear the palpitating beat of a heart racing with desire. She moved back against me to feel all of me deep inside her and I rolled under her again, looking up to watch the rise and fall of her lovely bosom.
“Sir, I've never came three times in a row. Make me do it.”
“Shall I lick you to a climax then?”
“Oh yessssss.”
I pulled her off me, letting her silk peignoir rise over her stomach and breasts like wisps of sand on her body, as my mouth moved from one soft tit mound to the other.
“Oh god, yes!!!!!”
I ran my fingers along the ridge of her chest as my mouth and tongue descended to the lovely whorl of her belly, viewing that soft pink expanse like a small sea of desire.
“Do you know how wet I am right now?” she moaned.
"I can only investigate," I responded, reaching a finger down to her panty-clad sex. I sensed the moisture as abundant as the waves lapping at our feet on a spring morning. Poetry aside, her panties were drenched and the satin was slippery against her. Continuing the simile though, like a writhing sea creature between her legs, my tongue descended to that pearl of desire that wondrous wholesome centre of love. Her thighs squeezed me, not wanting to let me go. I paused at the entrance to her coral cave, lapping gently around the waving sea of her pubic triangle.
“Someone will hear my moans, Sir.”
I dipped my head till the point of my tongue touches the very back of her puss - to run along its fine line lapping the overflowing waters of her secret cavern.
“Then we can share our pleasure, darling,” I murmured as her hips squeezed harder to force my tongue from my mouth. My hands cupped her to pull her to my mouth. I sank my tongue into that sweet pink entrance, all wet and slippery with the residue of previous shoals of delight. She sighed, feeling the tip of my tongue touching the most sensitive spots inside her. I smiled again and pressed that slippery fish of a tongue to penetrate her further, adding my saliva to her frothy liqueurs. Again I parted her cheeks to slide my thumb against the soft, irresistible pucker of her other sea cave.
“Our neighbours are going to know how wonderful you are making me feel when I come again,” she giggled, at the same time tightening her self around my salivating tongue. I sought and then found that hidden pearl amidst the sweetest oyster shell in the world and heard her wail.
“On my god. That did it.........I'm going again...”
I teased it to its full erection and then caressed it with my teeth, nibbling her as the waters of her second coming lapped into my waiting mouth. She moved convulsively against my face, her muscles clenching at my wriggling tongue. I lifted her legs over my shoulder, kissing first her sweet cunt and then her tight anus. I pulled her down hard on me so that she could feel the contours of my face between her legs. I pressed her on the ridge of my face while her thighs lock softly against my cheeks
“Oh Sir, you are very, very good.”
My lips smooched up and down her glistening thighs my ears ringing with the siren like call of her moans of satisfaction as I looked up at her glowing face:
“Happier, darling?”
“Yes, I am. You just made me feel fantastic.”
“I helped you ‘in any way’, then?” I teased, remembering, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Oh you, such a horrible man, such a naughty Master, you never forget anything.” She looked up at me with happy, almost joyful eyes and paused , before adding: " I think perhaps you did."
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