Master 
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Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 93
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Master
Location: USA
Level: 34 [?]
Experience: 637,338
Next Level: 677,567
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Her minds drifts, back to last night....."I can't stop thinking about you, about how you taste, I want to taste you again. Lick your navel from the inside. I'll have about twenty minutes, I want to make you scream, feel you cum all over my hand. Nite honey.... oh, and don't get dressed."
She woke, remembering his words, feeling the familiar anticipation at the thought of yet another meeting with him. She knew he would do as he said, and oh, how she wanted him to!! She rose from her bed, walked into the bathroom, and began her preparations for their morning meeting. As she stood in the shower, feeling the hot water run through her dark, curly hair and down across her chest, her breasts to the curly hair at the apex of her thighs, she imagined the hot touch of his rough hewn hands, rough from his work. How she loved the feeling of his big, strong hands exploring her soft, sensitive flesh.
Mmm....her mind drifts as she washes her body, remembering their last meeting. He watched her shower, she pretended she didn't know he was there, taking her time to scrub her skin, moving the puff over her body, caressing, eyes closed. When she reached her soft curly mound, she opened her eyes, and smiled at him, he was transfixed. He immediately removed his clothing and joined her in the steamy shower..........
No.. no.... not yet, she finds her hands drifting over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She wants to wait for him, for his touch. She steps out of the shower and rubs lightly scented lotion into her wet skin, making it supple, pink, soft. She dries her hair, and reaches for the short, silk robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Just as she touches the back of her ear with her perfume....... She hears it... the sound of his truck......
Chapter 2
She walks to the doorway, knowing he will knock quickly, and walk in. He has been here many times before, no need for formalities any longer. Her breath quickens, waiting to see his eyes, his reaction as he sees her wearing only the robe. He comes around the corner, and stops. He was smiling as he walked in, and the smile disappears as his eyes roam over her body. She shivers, as if she can feel the caress.
He walks to her, reaches out a hand, and caresses her hip, smoothing the soft fabric over her skin. She closes her eyes, inhaling the scent of his work. Wood, the musky scent of a man who works hard, mingling with his own unique smell. He wears a hat, flannel jacket, T-shirt, and pair of old, dirty jeans. She does not need to look to know how the jeans strain across his well-rounded ass.
He stands there, towering above her, her eyes level with his collar bone. She leans against him and rests her head upon his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. He removes his hat, setting it on the counter, and leans forward and kisses her forehead, smelling her hair. He takes a step back, and she takes his hand in hers, leading him to the bedroom.
They stand at the edge of the bed, he moves his hands to her waist, undoing the belt holding her robe closed. It falls open, and his hand immediately finds her breast, his other hand reaching around to cup her ass cheek. He leans forward and kisses her, his tongue probing, she opens her lips and her tongue dances with his. Finding her now pert nipple, he rolls it between his fingers. She feels a jolt of electricity flow from her breast all the way to her core. He kisses her eagerly, his lips mashing against hers.
The hand cupping her ass roams around to the front, to play in the soft curls. His index finger finds her swollen clit, and his finger moves across it.... Swirling.. Pressing. She moans into his mouth, and his hands move to the snap on his jeans. He pulls it open, undoing the zipper. Her hands follow his, and she helps him to push his jeans down to his hips, his now throbbing cock springing from its confinement. Her hand wraps around his swollen head, feeling the smooth skin on the palm of her hand. She strokes him softly, her other hand moving to cup his balls, squeezing gently. His hands move to her shoulders and she shrugs out of the robe.
He pushes her back gently, and she lays on the bed, lifting her knees, spreading her thighs. He grasps his cock in his hand, stroking, as he kneels on the floor. She tilts her head back, waiting for the feel of his hot breath on her flesh. She doesn't have to wait long. He plunges his tongue into her, grinding his mouth against her swollen lips, his lips finding her clit. Mmmmmmm.............her head thrashes back and forth, her hands grasp the comforter on the bed. He lets go of her clit, and flattens his tongue.. Licking her from the bottom of her pussy, all the way to the top, again grasping her clit between his lips.
Her fingers move to his head, entwining in his hair, pulling his mouth closer to her pulsating core. She begins to grind her hips against his face... feeling the whiskers on his chin scratching against the entrance to her pussy. He shakes his head, back and forth, pulling, teasing her swollen clit. He pulls away, replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing her clit in circles.. Applying pressure.. and his finger delves into her hot core. She moans, again gripping the blanket in her fists. He growls, "Cum for me baby, come on.... mmmmmm....I wanna feel you cum all over my hand again...." Oh god, how she loves his low, sexy voice.
Her hand moves to her clit, her fingers join his thumb, circling. He moves his thumb lower and it replaces his fingers.....she feels his fingers moving against her rosebud, as his thumb moves in and out of her. Moving her hips in rhythm with his hand, she tells him, "mmmm... are you ready baby? mmmmmmmm". "Yes!" he growls as she feels the first spasm, her body shuddering, her eyes closed, she feels the white hot heat of her orgasm rip through her, as his fingers plunge into her again and again, each time delving deeper and deeper. She bites her lower lip to keep from screaming her pleasure.
As the waves of her orgasm subside, she opens her eyes to see him standing, staring at her, his eyes hooded, his nostrils flared, still stroking his cock. She looks at the head, a drop of precum glistening at the tip. She watches him lift his fingers to his nose, inhaling her scent, and he closes his eyes and a moan escapes his lips.
He looks down at her and offers his hand. She takes it, and he pulls her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She immediately licks the drop of precum on the end of his cock, and then plunges her mouth onto his shaft, taking as much of it as she can into her mouth, till she can feel the tip touch the back of her throat. She moans softly, her throat vibrating against his cock. "Mmmmmmmmmm grab my balls...... yes....... Oh yes." he growls. She moves one hand to gently cup and squeeze his balls, while the other moves around to dig into the flesh of his ass.
She feels his hands move to the back of her head as his hips start a rhythm.... in and out of her mouth, slowly at first, then faster, harder, pushing more of his throbbing cock deeper into her throat. She loves the taste of him, the scent of him, his soft pubic hairs tickling the end of her nose as she sucks him. "Oh, here it comes, oh God, oh yesss.." She feels his cock harden, his balls lift in her hand, and the first ribbon of cum hits the back of her throat. He pauses, and she sucks as she feels his cock pulse, sucking every drop from him. Mmmmm.... he tastes sooo good, unlike anything else she has experienced. She hears his breath, ragged through his clenched teeth.
Her mouth leaves his cock, and smiles as she looks up at him. Her hands reach out and help him to pull his jeans back up, redoing the button and zipper. She reaches down to retrieve the discarded robe, shrugging into it and standing, loosely tying the belt. His hands cup her face, and he smiles, "hope this helps your day."
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Morning Meeting
