dawn `s tempory master 3 - Sex Stories

dawn `s tempory master 3

... asked how, he said she had been sentenced by madam to three strokes for something that had happened just before he arrived and was waiting for the next punishment day. She asked if he was obsessed with breasts, lifting her own in her hands before him, he said he didn’t know anything about them bar what he had seen on her or Jane, both cook and the maids keeping theirs hidden all the time and though he got a quick view of Madam it was only a glimpse and the same he said, with the view he had had of Jane between her legs at the pool until then he knew nothing of any differences. She took his hand gently standing and pulling him to the bedroom, standing him at her bedside and taking her place on the bed flat on her back, legs together. She took his hand once more and began by allowing him to touch her breasts; his touch was feather-light. She became aware of his hesitancy, and his red face, she asked what was wrong and he explained that his trousers where wet! He had had a premature ejaculation, though he neither knew the reason, what had happened or the words to express him-self. He was mortified, she put her arms round him sat him down and explained how the thing worked, removing the wet trousers, reassuring him. She took her place again, sitting this time, letting him again feel his way around her 32b breasts, playing with nipples now stiff with excitement, hefting the whole breast in his hands, tracing the areola with his finger, gently oh so gently, squeezing and pulling ...

... at the rubbery nipple his young penis stiff again his hairless tackle protruding from under the pyjama shirt. She kissed him: he returned the compliment, clumsy perhaps, but gentle and full of care. She let him kiss her nipples, the effect on her was electric, his clumsy attempts at kissing more erotic than any Casanova. She took his hand and slid it down to her shaved pussy, his cool hand slipping over the mound, his face a picture of innocent amazement on first finding she had no penis. Smiling at his innocence she led his finger to her Labia, then to gently probe her cavity, finally her clitoris, his head lay on her belly, face towards her feet. The soft bed-head lamps bathing them both in the golden light she knew he would never forget, these moments etched in his mind forever. She soon broke the spell by suggesting he had a good close look, he moved to a point between her now wide open legs, examining her in minute detail, touching each part with a touch like a butterfly, as she explained where she was most receptive, how to use his fingers to best effect and where she would most enjoy his tongue. An hour past in this exploration, his prick dripping precum from the foreskin the 5” stiff and tempting she sat up, gently took hold. She began slowly sliding her hand to and fro, he soon came again this time over her leg, he began to apologise but she put her finger on his lips saying that it was all OK, His lips soon went back to her nipple, his finger wetly tracing the shape ...