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Slave Rajah and Mistress Sheena - Part 2
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An On-Line Encounter Between Slave Rajah and Mistress Sheena
Part 2. Their first meeting finally concludes
<<MISTRESS:>> So has my slave missed his Mistress????
"Your slave has deeply missed his Mistress, many is the night he
dangled by the computer in frustration at missing Her."
<<MISTRESS:>> well we're here now... hopefully uninterupted!!
"It cannot please you any more than me..."
<<MISTRESS:>> I know what ya mean... now get over here and
continue from where we left off last time
Hobbling on knees with bended head, I approach my Mistress where
she sits with legs akimbo, her fingers holding her pleasure
center open as a target. My tongue gently, then firmly, helps
separate those lips that beckon, as my Mistress' juice slowly
trickles down into my mouth.
<<MISTRESS:>> "Right there Slave" she points to her very wet warm
opening
I bend my head forward to kiss the proffered area, darting
tongue-tip down to the opening at the base which squeezes my
tongue as I press it forward. I suck the tart liquor out,
swallowing as I urge even more to flow out. My Mistress' scent is
all around me as I breathe deeply through my nose, letting my
lips trail wet kisses on and around her labia.
<<MISTRESS:>> Hmmmmm Oooooooooo yessssssssss... oh you are
goooood at this!
Further, and a little faster, I push my tongue, pressing against
that ring which opens and closes in little spasms against this
wet invader. The back of my throat tries to rebel briefly against
the little hairs which are coming along with her juices, but I
suppress the reflex and continue, nudging the bridge of my nose
against her Mons. I can feel the tension in Mistress' thighs
against my head, and that feeling in itself is an aphrodisiac.
<<MISTRESS:>> With crop in my hand I lightly slap my Slaves
little ass... urging him on more and more.
The crop she uses against my ass stings slightly, and reminds me
whose pleasure is at stake here. I open my mouth wide, the better
to push and pull my tongue, to kiss, suck and nibble,
occasionally zipping up between her swollen labia to kiss the
hooded clitoris before moving back down.
<<MISTRESS:>> My breaths are getting heavier and heavier... moans
escape from my lips... the room is spinning slightly.
When Mistress' legs start to quiver ever so slightly, I know I
must now redouble my efforts. I push my head in so my eyes are
buried in her bush, the top of my nose now wiggling against the
pearl buried beneath, my lips and tongue now quickly alternating
between nibbles, long licks and deep probes.
<<MISTRESS:>> I grab a handful of my slaves hair and press my wet
wanting hole against his lips... moaning loudly and moving my
hips.
I move my tongue out and in, out into Mistress' grasping cavern,
in to take her juices as my reward.
<<MISTRESS:>> ... slapping his ass a little harder with my crop.
Her thighs tight around my head chafe my ears, but the pain is
only my due, as is that from the strokes of her crop. My
breathing is ragged, as my breathing space is confined to the
close musky area between Mistress' legs. My universe has
tightened and centered on that one area of worship, where with
lips but without voice I show my Mistress how much she means to
me.
<<MISTRESS:>> I feel a tremendous orgasm building deep within my
loins...
I briefly lick the area between her two holes, tasting the
sensitive skin there before placing my tongue back where it will
do the most good and whipping the tip from side to side...
My face is suddenly covered with the juices of my Mistress, the
major part flwoing down my tongue to my throat where I swallow
the sweet-sour liquor greedily, the balance covering my cheeks
and dripping to my neck with her sticky spendings.
<<MISTRESS:>> Oooooo hmmmmmmm that was quite good Slave... now I
want you to sit in front of me and play with yourself... for my
pleasure!
Ahhh... I seat myself on the floor in front of my Mistress, legs
crossed beneath me, cock hard and slightly curved in front of me.
I grasp my scrotal sac, dragging the nails of my right hand up
across my balls (the sac flushed red), then up the swollen vein
to the purplish head. I flick it with my thumb, demonstrating to
you how hard I am for you. Now I grasp the shaft with my right
hand, beginning a slow up and down movement, at first only
rubbing the shft, then quickening the jerky movement against the
corona. As I do this, I reach between my thighs, separating my
ass cheeks to find the nether entrance there.
<<MISTRESS:>> I take my stockinged foot and slowly run it up and
down the shaft feeling the hardness.
The touch of my Mistress' foot against my shaft excites me, but I
grit my teeth the better to extend my showing. With my thumb and
forefinger of the right hand, I circle the top of the shaft,
squeezing and releasing as I continue the up-and-down movement.
Meantime, my left index finger has probed and rests at my nether
entrance. I push it in slightly, my hips and cock jerking in
response. My right hand is now moving quickly, then slowly, as my
breathing has quickened. I lean back now, the better to display
myself to you as well as give myself access.
<<MISTRESS:>> Seeing how much my Slave enjoys anal pleasures I
reach in to my bag and retrieve a butt plug for him to use as my
reward to him for having pleasured his Mistress so much.
Thanking my Mistress, I take the butt plug, placing it in my
mouth and licking it carefully all over, then slowly working it
into my anus. The plug hits the nerve there, and my right hand
starts flying, up and down hard, as my hips begin an uncontrolled
jerking motion. Without any control, I continue to move my hand
up and down as my cock spurts long thin streams of whitish fluid
up onto my chest, a few stray droplets hitting my chin, the bulk
landing on my lower belly and pubic hair. As I lay gasping, my
hand continues to move, pumping the last fluids out as my cock -
once high and proud - becomes soft, deep red, and shrinking. I
lay on the floor in front of my Mistress, soaked in the aroma of
sex.
<<MISTRESS:>> Hmmm that was quite wonderful to watch slave... you
know how to please your Mistress well
"I thank my Mistress, it was after all at your permission and
urging."
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