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A
Waking Moment
by emmerald
As she opened her eyes to the morning light, she reached across
the bed finding the spot beside her empty, yet still warm.
Sitting up she lets out a small yawn, breathing in the morning
air and the scent of her Master's aftershave.
Crawling from her bed, her body aches, reminding her of the
session she endured the night prior. Feeling her taunt skin
burn, her asscheeks still welted, showing some bruising.
As she crawls across the carpeted floor of their bedroom she
hears the water running in the bathroom, and heads towards
it.
As He finishes His morning shave, He calls to her, knowing
she is on her way in.
He turns to watch, His eyes locked on her swaying hips, He
leans back on the counter, folding His arms.
She reaches before her Master, kneeling at His feet, lowering
her head to rest upon His feet, she nestles her face down
affectionately as He strokes her hair. His eyes travel down
her back, a grin of satisfaction covers His face seeing His
handy work from the night before.
As her lips press down kissing His feet, in a sudden swift
motion she feels His hand grip the back of her hair, forcing
her neck to arch back, her eyes now directed to His stare.
She lets out a whimper, her heart races deep inside, her sex
is awaken.
As her Master keeps a steady hold of her hair He reaches to
untie His robe, letting His manhood dangle before her eyes,
just brushing past her waiting lips.
In a deep whispers He leans down "Now my slave, close
your eyes, mouth open, understood?" Without a word she
nods, against His grip, her eyes close, filling her with darkness,
her lips part open...
Kneeling before her Master, keeping her thighs parted, knowing
her Master expects to view her pussy when she is in His presence.
His eyes locked down, looking at the girl as He releases His
golden nectar, watching...
Moaning out softly as the warmth now flows over her breasts,
the stream steadily moving upwards, across her neck, then
her chin, as it nears her lips she extends her tongue past
her bottom lip, the golden stream flooding down her tongue,
then pouring into her mouth.
Lifting her hands she rubs the warm nectar over her breasts,
her hardened nipples, moaning out in hunger she drinks her
Master's
gift. Feeling just a trickle drop on her bottom lip He pulls
her head closer, feeling her lips now fully around His shaft.
She pleasures her Beloved now
emmerald
october, 2000
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