The Photo Shop Ch. 63 - Sex Stories

The Photo Shop Ch. 63

... was running for president in 1945. He was a very handsome chap and all the girls baked and sold the sweets to raise funds for his campaign.

We enjoyed the dessert together in bed; with the plate parked on her flat stomach, sometimes even sharing a truffle between us while kissing. When it was finished I told her to shut the kitchen down, kill the lights and join me in bed for a good night's sleep. She could clean up and do the dishes the next day, before preparing me breakfast. After putting out the light in the bedroom I was asleep within five minutes, but judging by her regular breathing I think she beat me to it in two.

I had a wonderful dream, and waking up it turned out it wasn't a dream at all. I had this warm wet sucking feeling around my cock when I suddenly realized I wasn't dreaming at all. Lifting the bedcovering I looked straight into a pair of dark Brazilian eyes and saw my cock was buried deep in a fantastic sucking mouth, what a way to wake up! Elisa, my little Brazilian 24-hour slave gave me a wink, pulled her mouth off my dick and said, "Good morning Master," and resumed swirling her magical tongue around the head of my pole, tickling the frenulum with the tip.

"Having breakfast? Are we?" I whispered.

"Mmmmhhmmmm yyeeaaah maaaeeer," she replied not missing a beat sucking and licking my joystick.

"Well, you better hurry as I would like my breakfast too," I replied.

It was as if she switched the vacuum cleaner to a higher setting, making it ...

... mighty difficult for me to hang on much longer prolonging the pleasure she was giving me, I might as well surrender and give her, her liquid breakfast so she could get started to prepare mine in the kitchen. She leapt out of bed and made a beeline for the kitchen. She still had to do all the cleaning up from last night, before she could start on my cooked breakfast, so that allowed me a bit of a lie-in before I had to go to the bathroom for my morning ablutions.

Coming out of the bathroom about half an hour later, I was greeted not only by the appetizing smell of fried bacon that had permeated the kitchen living room area but also by an arousing view of her sexy Brazilian butt. As far as I could make out she wasn't even wearing an apron to protect her front from fat spatters.

I couldn't stop myself from sneaking up on her and placing my hands on her lovely A-cups, as if providing some protection against potential harm from the frying bacon. When I did she was startled, but quickly laid her head against my shoulder.

"Breakfast will be served in a few minutes Master, please take a seat at the table."

"And miss out on all of these goodies?" I said while letting my hands roam over her naked body, ending with copping a feel of her moist pussy. I effortlessly slid one finger inside her snatch, making a quick dash to her G spot. When I pulled it out, it was covered in her juices, so I turned her around and presented it to her mouth, which she obediently opened to allow me ...