Working Day

His nipples became hard and enlarged; a woman's reaction in a man's body but he knew that, by touching himself like that, she would be able to see his excitement which would in turn excite her still more. He began to talk softly, telling her how lovely it was to watch her, how his nipples and cock felt, verbally fucking his lover's pussy. His fingers pushed more quickly and frantically against his nipples and his hand lowered occasionally to brush against his cock. His lips parted, breaths coming in short gasps as he heard her cry out as she came. Her body tightened and her pussy muscles clamped down on her fingers which were buried deep inside her. He watched as small aftershocks jolted her body and his nipples yearned for her teasing caress.

Her eyes opened and she gave him a small smile. "Thankyou." She said, "Such a lovely way to wake up." She watched his fingers on his chest for a few moments. "Want me to do that?" She asked.

He was so, so tempted. "God yes." He exclaimed, "But I need to save myself for you. Actually I want to hold myself back; to become insatiable for you." She smiled, knowing how much he adored her body; he could happily live and die in a haze of sex with her and she wanted to let him. She knew that he had a need to be strong for her, to deliver the best that he could give from his hairless body. She relished in the excitement that it instilled in her but his self-control only turned her on more. She thought for a moment, deciding whether to tease his frustration by making him go for coffee in such an excited state, or whether to succumb to her own needs and use his body for her pleasure. Each would build the frustration in him, excercise her control and satisfy her. So many good things and the choice was not difficult to make.

"Come here, Baby." She said. Her legs were spread a little apart and her wetness evident and so erotic. "Lick me, Darling." She continued. These were the soft pleas of a wanton lover, commands from a dominating Mistress.