A Taste of Cherie - Sex Stories

A Taste of Cherie

... lord."

She scurries back to the center of the rug and locks eyes with me as she slowly slips the dildo inside her mouth. She slavers over it lustily, being careful not to dribble over herself. Her eyes dart downward as she slides the dildo inside herself, and then up at me, seeking approval. At first, her attention is completely on me, but as her physical pleasure builds, she slowly starts to pay more attention to herself. She whines softly and leans backward, curling her toes and tensing her thighs.

Meanwhile, I set back on the bed and watch. I take off my watch and shoes, and unfasten my belt. Once I'm ready, I stop her. "Alright, Cherie. Get on the bed."

She stops instantly and leaves the dildo on the rug to climb up beside me. Then she lays down at my side, looking at me expectantly. Her body is glowing, with desires met and unmet. She wants to be kissed, but she's waiting for my lead. So I lean over her and kiss her passionately, pinning her soft naked body into sheets. I thrust my hand between her legs, feeling how she has become wet and flushed with heat, whining and moaning softly. Her kisses become deeper and more desperate as her erotic passion builds urgency. Now her hands are all over my body, over my chest and thighs. She reaches between my legs, but my clothes obstruct her touch. I prop myself up, and guide her fingers to the buttons of my shirt. She undoes them eagerly, and soon my shirt is off. She moves down to the button of my slacks, and then ...

... slides my boxers from my body.

She regards my nude body with a mixture of anticipation, delight, admiration, respect, and fear. I am her king, and her shyness acknowledges my power. She returns my touch as soon as I lean over her again, reaching down to grab my cock. A wicked smile spreads across her face as her soft fingers curl around my shaft as she starts to stroke me. She's getting bold. I let out a low grown, and my cock grows harder in her hand. She strokes me faster.

I caress and squeeze her breasts, and then lay small kisses on them. As I move down, she lets my cock slip from her hand and rests her arms on my shoulders. Her nipples are incredibly sensitive, and she gasps as I remove her nipple clamps. I lick her nipple softly, and then bite. She moans, and then whines sharply. I do the same to her other nipple, and she bites her lip in anticipation of the pain.

Suddenly she puts a hand on my chest. We gaze at each other, but her expression is rather cryptic.

"What?" I ask abruptly. "What do you want?"

She bites her lip to hide a tiny but very wicked smile. "May I touch you, master?"

"Yeah, of course."

"No mean—" she sputters, breaking off halfway. "I mean, with you laying down?"

"You want to worship your master?"

"I do!"

"Alright. Worship me."

I lay on the bed beside her, with my arms folded behind my head. She kneels over me, looking over my somewhat muscular and hairy body. She looks nervous, because she's never asked to do anything like ...