Next Tuesday

Next Tuesday
You stand stately in leather.  I kneel demurely in lace.
Your wet cunt, just one inch from my face.
I strain against these ties that bind.
My tongue flicks out, alas only to find.
That I’m a cunthair short of receiving my treat.
So I bow now and kiss your sweet feet.
Oh so slow I lick your pretty toes.
Right through your black and seamed silken hose.
The spike heeled shoes that you stand up upon.
Exited me, entice me, and engorge my lon.
You allow me to lick your comely calf.
To the back of your knee, alas it’s only half.
Your thighs are becoming beyond my reach.
So I tilt my head and inhale your peach.
The smell of your sex, glistening all wet.
I draw in a draught.  You say not yet.
Your fingers now pull your lips apart.
Seeing pink insides make race my heart.
Touching yourself, your clit starts to grow.
As your knees buckle, and your love starts to flow.
It squirts on my tongue, waiting outstretched.
My cock drips presume, damn I am wretched.
Now you slowly sit down, in front of me.
And I gobble gladly the hole from which you pee.
I no longer strain, you feed me your snatch.
You command me, demand that I please your patch.
I oblige your demand.  I suck and I lick.
Knowing that soon, you shall suck my dick.
Right now as your, pink pussy cums twice.
Your whole body twitches, sigh that was nice.
Now my reward.  You undo the chains.
Your hot mouth engulfs me, relieving my pains.
As you lightly lick the underside of my dink,
my muddled mind starts to fantasize, think.
About the next load, I’ll fuck in your twat.
Until I blow cum, white sticky hot.
Then a short rest.  We cuddle and nap.
Upon awakening your ass I do slap.
I start with my pinky, in your chute of poo.
Get it all loosed, then I’ll work in another two.
When your moans fill the air, I giggle with glee.
For I know that it’s now that you’re ready for me.
Face on the pillow, ass in the air.
I plow it on in, you scream, I don’t care.
Fuckin you hard, and fuckin you fast.
Fuck fuck I fuck you, till I fuckin blast.
Wow what a day.  Thank you my doll.
Thank you my mistress, I had a ball.
We shall meet again, for that was fun.
Perhaps next Tuesday, is that good for you?
Tuesday it shall be, I’ll await your tex.
We can spend the whole day, playing with sex.
B D S M, whips chains and their kin,
as long as its mutual, it shant be a sin.
So though this be Friday, it’s still four days away.
Till we are together, and boy you gonna pay

Blackhyde Jarl Slind Aug 31 2016 13:10