I Want To Be Your Slave - Sex Stories

I Want To Be Your Slave

... there are some matters which require your urgent attention." "And what might they be?" I enquired. Maria just looked down, indicating her crotch. This was definitely getting serious I should hasten my plan. I rose from the table and offered Maria my hand. "Madam, I would be most grateful if you would do me the honour of accompanying me to my bed chamber. There we can attend to your urgent matter." She took my hand and used it to steady herself as she rose. "Certainly. Will my honour cancel your dishounour?" She asked and giggled. "That is a question for a philosopher who is slightly less intoxicated than you. I'm afraid philosophy was never my strong suit." ** Chapter 5, practical lesson. (The sex starts here). ** We sat on the edge of the bed, I took her in my arms and kissed her gently on the lips. "Mmm, I think I'm enjoying being a free woman." I said nothing, but kissed her harder. My hands started exploring the magnificence which was Maria. My hand explored under her modest petticoats, and was met with no barrier to her sex. She was obviously ready. I raised an eyebrow "Did you forget something?" Among heavy breaths she managed to say "Hanna told me doctors recommend letting air flow freely under there." "Remind me to raise a glass to medical science sometime." I quipped. "This is indeed convenient, for it allows me to do this!" at which I dived under her dress and petticoats. She may have reacted to this but I couldn't see or hear her from my vantage point. I couldn't ...

... see any thing in the dark down there, but my tongue found her the heart of the matter which were obviously primed and ready for this. I started gently not knowing how she'd like this, but soon I was greeted with gyrating hips and incoherent sounds. I think they were incoherent, things were a bit muffled down there. Soon her thighs clamped, somewhat painfully, about my ears, she bucked a few times and went limp. I emerged from the concealment of her petticoats and gazed upon her limp form. With some concern I asked "Maria? Maria, are you alright?" She roused slightly, she lifted her head and tried to focus on me "Why ... why did you stop? Get down there and do that again!" That was a very definite order, I was happy to comply. This time my labours lasted longer, it was a task I seldom tired of, though my tongue was starting to cramp when her hips bucked again accompanied by a very audible sigh. I emerged and enquired "Is it safe." In a very languorous manner she answered, "I think you extinguished the forest fire, or did I accomplish that it looks like you've been swimming down there." Referring to her juices which had been flowing freely "I think there are a few embers still alight, be careful you don't fan them" "I think I can keep them alive, without burning down the forest, I said, holding her tightly, while my hand played in her garden under her petticoats. Her demeanor darkened, "Oh Stephen, I was so terribly rude just now, could you ever forgive me. That wine is doing ...