Grinning with thoughts of my buxom, blonde, beauty and her delightful dildo, I head up to her room. I open the door and grin to see her pulling on a sheer sundress over her otherwise naked body.
Creeping up behind her, I run my hands up her sides to stroke her breasts gently making her gasp. She sighs and leans back into me, "Good morning, Master. How are you feeling?"
"Horny, Emille, which you know very well as none of you were around for me last night."
Emille turns to face me with a seductive grin and presses her beautiful tits again me, rubbing them back and forth, her hardening nipples easy to feel through the dress. My hand comes up to caress her thigh gently causing her to moan. "I assume then that Master needs one of his sluts to attend to him?"
Moving my hand further up her leg, she shivers and moans again as my fingers come in contact with her pussy, already becoming wet under my hand. "I think that it might not be likely that I was up here for another reason. Do you?"
"Of course not, sir. Did I dress too quickly then?"
"No, my pet, I hardly think that, with what little you have on, I shall have any problems with access to your body." My finger plunges into her wet hole, causing her to gasp and bite her lip.
"Oh Master, that feels so good!" She begins grinding her pussy down onto my hand and wraps her arms around my neck, thrusting her tongue into my mouth for a long, hot kiss.
Pulling away, she slips off of my hand and stands before me, all but trembling in lust. "But I am here for your pleasure, not the other way around. What is my Master's pleasure?" |