I Serve at Sir’s Pleasure

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Ağu 13, 2024 // By:analsex // No Comment

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All day I have anticipated this evening’s pleasure. I have been a good girl, and I am aching with longing. Sir gave me several tasks today, making me hot and keeping my body cresting with desire. I have earned my reward. Sir is pleased with me. He walks in the bedroom and locks the door, and the quiet click of the lock makes the breath catch in my throat. I am ready.

Sir asks me to undress him. I pull the shirt over his head and sink to my knees. I think Sir likes me on my knees. I drag down his pants and his underwear. With his half-hard cock at eye level, I tentatively reach out and run my tongue from his balls up his shaft, slowly circling around the tip. I can taste his excitement and my mouth waters.

Sir asks me to see how deep I can take him. I delight in sliding my lips slowly over his head, taking him all into my mouth, until my lips brush the hair at the base of his shaft. I flex the muscles in my tongue to caress him as I hold him in my mouth. Sir’s cock is now hard and brushing the back of my throat. I moan a little, anticipating Sir’s pleasure. I hope that he is pleased with me. I’ve been working to take him deeper. I am excited to show Sir how badly I want to give him pleasure. I glide once, twice up and down the smooth length of him, and then Sir grabs my hair, forcing my face up to look at him. He is wearing a small, devilish grin. He bends down and kisses me lightly on the forehead. “Good girl.”

Abruptly he lets go of my hair and walks naked to the bathroom door. I am still fully dressed and on my knees where he left me. My lips tingle. At the bathroom door, he turns and looks at me on my knees for a moment. There is an unmistakable heat in his eyes. I bite my lip, feeling the tingling spread through my body. I am suddenly very aware of the feel of my shirt brushing against my nipples as my senses begin to heighten. He grins again. “Come here, girl.” He turns and walks into the bathroom. I rise to my feet quickly. As I walk to the bathroom door to follow him, I can feel the silky wetness between my legs, and my body throbs in anticipation.

He is turning on the shower as I watch from the doorway. I suddenly feel a bit shy, unsure of what he wishes me to do. I bite my lip again. Then he turns to face me. “You may undress, girl,” he says quietly.

I immediately wrench my shirt over my head and bend to pull off my pants. “Thank you, Sir,” I say softly in reply. I have a brief impulse to cover myself when I straighten, but I push it away, allowing my self-doubt and self-consciousness to be brushed aside by the quiet authority of his command.

He steps into the water as steam starts to rise, leaving the shower door open for me. Shyly I step forward to the opening and lean against the wall, taking a moment to appreciate the way the hot water runs over the contours of his body. Sir looks up and sees me watching him. “Come in,” he commands, holding out a hand.

I place my unsteady hand into his and allow him to pull me gently into the shower. I bite my lip again as the warm water washes over us both. Sir tips up my chin with a firm hand and kisses me softly. Without conscious thought, I wrap my arms around his neck and press my breasts firmly against him, begging him without words to deepen the kiss. My tongue teases along the length of his lips. He opens his mouth to me and I delve deeper, savoring the taste of him and the feel of our tongues brushing against each other. I am impatient for more. I gently score and tug his lower lip with my teeth as he pulls away.

“Make me clean,” he says in a low voice, not devoid of lingering heat. My body aches to touch him again, but I turn obediently to fill my hands with soap first. “Clean enough to eat,” he adds, in a delicious hint of what might await me later.

“Yes sir,” I replied again, this time with a wicked smile of anticipation.

I gently turn his body away from the water and run my hands, slick with soap, over his shoulders and across his chest. My fingers glide smoothly over the hard muscles. My breasts grow heavy and my nipples prickle as I take my time exploring the curves and edges of him. When I reach around to rub the tense muscles of his neck he closes his eyes and groans lightly. I press harder and rub again and am rewarded with another small moan.

I turn bilecik escort him again to wash his back, enjoying his malleability and pseudo-submission as I follow his orders. I press my hands hard against his spine as I slide my hands up and down his back, and his head falls back a bit in apparent pleasure.

I get more soap and sink to my knees behind him, lightly kissing and sucking at his ass. I spread the soap over his legs, enjoying the texture of the springy hair under my fingertips while gently massaging the coiled muscles of his thighs. I have thus far avoided touching his cock and his ass in my slow, wet, soapy exploration of his body. I am hoping to have built some anticipation for this moment, so when I finally let my fingers glide through the crevasse of his ass, I do it slowly, gently. I let the slickness of the soap pull my hand back and forth, sometimes probing with my fingertips, circling his anus. My left hand caresses his thigh as my right slides forward again, cupping his balls between his legs. I am pleased to find, when I slide my hand farther still, that he is hard. He wants me.

I turn his body to finish cleaning him. I revel in the feeling of my soapy hands wrapped around him, his knees bending, seeming weak, as I gently pump up and down, lathering every inch of him. When I release him, he steps around me into the hot spray of water, and the soap bubbles rinse away. His back is to me. Unable to resist, I press my mouth against the crease of his ass, licking around his hole. I would stay longer, but the water from the shower fills my mouth, and I reluctantly pull away and stand up. “Clean enough to eat, Sir,” I saw coyly.

I turn my back to him and lean against him in the spray of water. His hands come around me to knead and squeeze my tits, and I allow my head to fall back, eyes closed in pleasure. This gentle assault continues until I’m moaning quietly and biting my lip. “Give me some soap,” he whispers raggedly in my ear. I do as he asks, and he steps back, adjusting the water so that I am no longer in its stream. I shiver slightly at the sudden cold.

I hear him rub his hands together to lather the soap, and he briefly runs his hands down my back, around my body, over my tits. Without warning his hand thrusts between my thighs. The force and confidence of the movement steals my breath in a gasp, and I have to brace my arms on the shower wall to stay on my feet. His hand cups my pussy, slides between the cheeks of my ass, slides over my clit, circles my anus. I lean heavily on the wall as my knees buckle. The unrelenting force of his touch overwhelms me. I moan as waves of pleasure wash over me. He uses his foot to force my feet apart. His fingers delve inside me, stroking the wet slickness of my throbbing pussy, pushing into the tight opening of my ass. I pant to stop myself from screaming at the blissful agony of his assault, tilting my hips back to give him easier access. I can’t bear more of this torture. I don’t want him to stop. My body is screaming for more, for release. My mouth is whimpering his name.

As suddenly as he began, he abruptly pulls away. I am weak and throbbing, unable to stand without the wall’s support. “I want to take you to bed and have some fun,” he murmurs in my ear, his voice sending one last lightning bolt of pleasure through my body.

“Yes, sir,” I mumble, savoring the sweet pain of anticipation as he turns off the water. As the last of the warm water drips slowly down my skin I shiver slightly. Whether it is from the sudden chill of the bathroom or the desperate desire to be touched again I cannot say.

Sir opens the shower door to grab the towel and then closes it again, wrapping the towel around his shoulders. I eagerly take the opportunity to touch him, gently toweling off his chest, his arms, his legs, sinking to my knees to serve him. Sir lays his hand on my head, petting me gently, as I finish drying him. I then take the towel to my own body, rubbing my arms, my breasts, my legs. Sir watches me appreciatively and I feel heat rising in my face and a gentle throb in my pussy. I smile timidly at Sir, awaiting further direction.

“Good girl. Now go to the bed and wait for me. Don’t get the floor wet.”

“Yes, Sir.” I step out of the shower onto the bingöl escort towel, careful to follow Sir’s directive. I hang the towel back on the rack and walk shakily out of the bathroom to the bed. My legs are still weak from the assault in the shower, made weaker by my nervous anticipation of what is still to come.

I reach the bed and pause. I am unsure of what Sir wants me to do. I decide to wait beside the bed. Sir walks up behind me, gently running his hand down the naked skin of my back, warm and soft from the shower. Heat starts to burn between my legs. I bite my lip and close my eyes, leaning into the touch.

He steps back, removing his hand, and comes around to stand in front of me. He roughly wraps his fingers around the back of my neck and bends his head to mine. When his mouth meets mine it is demanding, unyielding, hot, wet. His tongue invades my mouth, tasting, dominating, unrelenting. I eagerly return his pummeling assault, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him in. I feel my soft tits squeeze against his hard chest. I rise on my toes, pressing my body harder into his, feeling his hard cock pressed to the juncture of my thighs. I grind my hips against him. I feel the slickness of my pussy, wet with anticipation and excitement. I can feel my heart beating through my whole body, faster, harder, throbbing between my legs.

Sir drags his mouth away from mine, running his lips over my cheek, my jaw, down my neck. He grazes my sensitive neck with his teeth and sucks gently. “I’d like to play a game, girl,” he murmurs as he toys with me. “Get your phone.”

Abruptly Sir pulls away, picks up his phone, and sits comfortably, naked on the bed. Propped up by a pillow he pats the spot next to him on the bed. “Get your phone, girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answer meekly, walking around the bed to pick up my phone. I slide into bed next to him, turning slightly so my tits brush his arm, tentatively running my tongue along the edge of his shoulder.

“You sent me some very nice pictures today, girl. I want to see how well you know what gives me pleasure.” Sir’s voice is husky and deep. One of the girl’s tasks was to send Sir ten pictures of girls I thought would turn him on. Sir was pleased with girl’s choices. “Put them in order. Which one do I like the most? If you’re right, you will be rewarded. If you are wrong, you will not.”

“What would my reward be, Sir?” I ask tentatively.

“If girl is right, Sir will lick her pussy for a minute or so. If girl is wrong, she will suck Sir’s dick, instead.” He pauses, reaching out a hand to cup my breast and roll my nipple between his fingers. “Does girl like this game?”

“Yes, sir,” I reply in a whisper. I hastily scroll through the photos I chose for Sir and put them into order.

“Which is my favorite?” he asks. I show him a photo of a topless brunette with unbuttoned jeans, juicy tits, and a small smile. “That is nice,” he says, “but girl is wrong.”

I puff out my bottom lip in a mock pout as Sir shows me his favorite. I would have enjoyed Sir’s mouth, but I’m not disappointed. I get to give Sir pleasure. “Suck my cock, girl,” he says breathlessly.

I lean over slowly, feigning a gentle caress with my mouth. Then I shift in an instant to suck him hard, drawing the length of him into my mouth, eliciting a surprised gasp from Sir as I energetically rub my lips and tongue up and down, over and again. I feel the muscles in his stomach tighten when I gently rake my nails across them. My tits bounce with the movement of my head, gently brushing his legs.

He grabs my hair and pulls me off of him. “We’re not done yet, girl,” he says when I make a whine of protest. “Which picture is my second favorite?”

I lose again. Sir’s cock is slick with my spit and he groans with pleasure.

And again. I delight in making him hard.

And again. My nipples tingle with excitement at how much he wants me, and my pussy is throbbing for release.

I lose every round of the game. Sir is not disappointed that I guessed wrong. He squeezes my tits while his cock slides in and out of my mouth, through my lips, over my tongue. He licks his lips when I am done, caressing my face gently with fire in his eyes. “Good girl.”

I smile coyly, enjoying his bingöl genç escort pleasure, enjoying being used.

He puts his phone down. “The girl has earned her reward,” he murmurs in his deep, sexy voice. Anticipation spreads through me. I am desperate to be touched. “Get a butt plug and a vibrator, girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, turning to put my phone down and pick up the requested toys from my bedside table. I hand them shyly to Sir. He takes them and stands up. He stands over me, looking down at my naked and vulnerable body.

“On your knees, girl.” His voice is quiet, commanding. I shiver, moving slowly to do as he asked. I raise myself onto my knees and face Sir. He firmly turns me away from him and pushes me down onto my hands. My ass is in the air in front of him, and he gently caresses it with one hand.

“Do you want this in your ass, girl?” he asks softly, rubbing the toy gently around my hole, a hint of wickedness in his tone.

I am embarrassed, but I’m more excited. “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.” I whisper timidly.

In answer, he presses the toy harder, penetrating me. A low, gutteral moan escapes my lips, and he pauses. “Do you like that, girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimper.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

He presses it deeper, filling me and making me groan with pleasure. It feels so fucking good. My mouth and my pussy are wet with desire as he pushes it deeper, stretching my ass with painful pleasure. My arms are suddenly weak, and I allow my face to fall to the bed. Sir pauses, and I think he is done. Then he gives one last firm thrust, and the lowest bulge of the toy enters me. I cry out in delicious surprise, throbbing. Sir plays with the base of the toy, pushing it with his thumb as his other hand smacks hard against my ass cheek, leaving a stinging tingle to accompany the throbbing fullness.

“Does that feel good, girl?” he asks in a ragged whisper. I nod wordlessly. He pushes harder and spanks me again. I cry out as I slide between pleasure and pain, enjoying both. “I said,” he says slowly and forcefully, “does that feel good, girl?”

“God, fuck, yes, Sir,” I choke out. “It feels so fucking good, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he says.

He grabs my hips and thrusts his rock hard cock into my dripping pussy. The sensation of fullness is overwhelming, and I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my strangled cries. He sinks into me, deeper, harder. His balls smack against my thighs as he rams the fill length of his cock into me. His body rubs against the base of the butt plug, adding to the pressure and the pleasure.

He pulls back and thrusts again. Again. Again. My body is begging for release. I press my hips back, urging him to fuck me harder. Faster. Deeper.

“Use your vibrator,” he commands in a groan. I grab it, turning it on and pressing it to my throbbing clit.

The sensation is unbearable. Everything is electric and hot and wet. Everything is pulsing and throbbing and cresting with painful pleasure. I feel the pressure of an orgasm building more quickly than I have ever felt before, and I gasp, “Sir, may I cum? Please, sir…”

He moans, “yes.” And the world explodes. My entire body convulses as I ride the waves of my release. I scream into the pillow, unable to stop myself, unwilling to exercise control. I can feel my pussy squeezing his cock with each spasm of my body. I beg Sir not to stop, reveling in the way his unrelenting thrusts push my orgasm on and on.

When the racking waves of my orgasm subside, I turn the vibrator off. I am whimpering, enjoying the sweet pain of Sir’s continued thrusts to my hyper-sensitive pussy. I allow myself to appreciate the slick friction as his cock slides in and out of me, over and over.

Sir grabs my hands, pulling them back toward him. He uses my arms for leverage as he fucks me, ramming himself into me harder still. His grip is iron and I cannot move.There is thrill in giving up all control, and echoes of my orgasm spasm through me like aftershocks of an earthquake.

“Please, Sir, I want you to cum,” I beg, pulling my face from the blankets to gasp for air. “Please, Sir.”

He groans a bit behind me, thrusting again, again, again. He grunts, “God. Fuck. Kate.” Then I feel his cum bursting into me, his cock pulsing deep in my pussy. I moan with the joy of his pleasure, the pleasure of his body in mine.

He collapses on me, his hand reaching under to cup my breast as his breath steadies and his pleasure ebbs.

“You pleased me very much. Good girl.” he whispers into my hair.

I smile.

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