Summer Day Part 1 by Talon

 It was a hot sunny day and I chose to go outside and take some time in the swimming pool to cool off a bit. You, however, opted to stay inside and relax on the chaise lounge. Beads of sweat form on the glass of iced tea sitting on the end table by you. You look so peaceful as you thumb through the book I gave to you as a present. "The Book of Revelations", a scandalous novel of a man who is abducted by three women and forced into servitude. I thought you might enjoy reading of his delicious torment and imprisonment, and it brings me a sense of joy to be on my knees, head bowed with my arms stretched out with a gift of devotion to my Lady.  I can see you slowly lick your finger to turn a page from my vantage point as I do the last few laps.

    Finishing my last one I get out of the water and grab the towel draped over the pool side chair and dry off somewhat, wrapping it around my thick shoulders as I head back into the house. Opening the sliding glass window and stepping in, the cold air of the air conditioning rolls over me and I shiver as the water evaporates from my still damp skin. My buds become taunt and harden as they strain against the fabric of my towel. You glance at me from the corner of your almond shaped eyes, holding your breath for the tiniest of moments. Your gaze drops to my feet and inches up over my calves and thighs, spidering over my trim hips, and stopping at the mass of my sculpted chest. I look up to catch you spying, and a soft smile crosses my lips.

    I walk over to you and offer my hand to help you up. Rising to your feet on stacked black stiletto heels you can almost look me in the eye as your slender arms slip around me, pulling me close.  Not caring that I am wet your hand goes to my long hair and pulls me to your wet plush lips, placing a kiss so tenderly that it makes my knees shake. One of your hands slides down and rests on my rear giving it a slight squeeze. No words needed to be spoken as you move your hand from my bottom and brush it over my muscular thigh, your fingers teasing me as you play with one side of my bathing suit, the only thing between my treasure and you. You move your finger under the material playing along the length of my girth, making me gasp.

    You smile that particular smile and I know all that it entails as you slip your finger in, running it in circles around the pulsing head. I grip you with strong hands holding onto you like a drowning man as my knees grow weaker, gliding down your body to rest on my knees in front of you, your hand still firmly entrenched in my hair. "I am hungry for my boy, and I know he is hungry for me. Aren't you boy?"
    I look up as you yank on my hair to bring me to your gaze. "Yes my Lady, my hunger for you can never be slaked."

    I look in raw lust as you let your tongue slip out and trace the outline of your full pouty lips. Using my wide shoulders to brace yourself as you bring your stunning body to the floor in front of me and I can feel the heat from your sacred temple as it passes so close to my lips. You press on and move your hand back to where it was and push it down on my now very rigid steel, making me cry out a little from the pleasure/pain. Thoughts in my mind scream brutally as I want to be an intimate part of your being, to be the one that you call when you have desires, wants, needs of any kind whether it is for pleasure or not. To be so selflessly devoted to you that I would blind myself so that I could not look at another. Your image being the only one to ever be seen in my mind's eye.

    I gasp as your thumb circles the broad head of my member, slipping around it as I trickle out some nectar, making your digit glide so much easier. Eyes widen as I watch you pull your hand out. I'm breathing hard and my heart is pounding hard like a herd of boys stampeding to their Ladies in my chest. You bring your finger to your mouth and suck on it, lick your lips and liking what you taste. Easing the towel from my shoulders and toss it to the floor you bring your hand to my hair and pull me down slowly to the exposed flesh of your ample chest. As I get it down to your breasts you pull harder and my lips purse in anticipation to the taste of your body. Your grip is so strong as you maneuver my mouth to where you want it that my muscles bunch and begin to sting, but the hurt turns into pleasure.

    Having me where you want me you release a hand and cup one of the meaty swells rubbing your thumb over the thick bud as it makes itself so apparent under your silk shirt. Slender fingers take it in their grasp and pinch roughly, teasing it further. I hear a vulgar sigh rise up from your inner being as you arch your chest out in response to your wanton grip. Releasing it you push one of your mounds up and I capture one of those perfectly pink towers of flesh with my mouth, running my tongue over it through the barrier of the shirt.

    I ease my hand up and begin to tear at the garment until the buttons sail across the room. I care little of the act as I know my Lady will have me mend it later. Lunging forward I eagerly suck on your nipple flicking it with my tongue and pinching it between my pearly teeth. You rake my body with your long manicured nails, making crimson trails along my tanned flesh. I try not to cry out but I can't hold it back much longer and I moan loudly. Just the the touch of the woman that I want to serve till the end of my days alone enough to almost send me over the edge. But no, you want to prolong my suffering.

    You push me away roughly and sit on the chair again and look down at the discoloration in your skirt. Knowing what you want I kneel between your legs, unbuckling the belt and reaching around the back to unzip your burgundy skirt. The scent of your desire fills my senses as you lift up your hips for me to remove the garment. You rarely wear anything underneath as you might need me to pleasure you at any time, anywhere, and I see today was no different.

    I wrap my hand around your well toned leg and begin to stroke you gently. You shake your head and tangling your fingers in my hair, forcing my head down and prod my lips with your own to open my mouth. I slide my lips down and over your salivating mound, taking you deep in my wiling mouth as I start to suck on you. The tip of my tongue rises and falls like a flogger on a boys back along the length of your honey pot, trying to bring you to the wicked peak of physical pleasure. Moving my hand and mouth as one I start at a slow and steady pace. But I can see that it is not enough for you.

    Sucking hard and fast as you practically face fuck me with the jutting of your pelvis. Both of your hands on my head now forcing yourself harder and deeper into my willing mouth. I gag a little at first but get used to it as you continue to grind your cunny along the expanse of my face. Long slow delectable groans of delirious rhapsody fill my ears as you grunt in primal bliss, bucking your hips like an enraged mare. I can feel the veins in my cock tighten before you suddenly hold my head in a death grip over you and you explode in my mouth. The hot, salty, milky cum flows down my throat as you stream your sacred nectar, holding me there as I accept your gift. Without choice I let the thickness fill my mouth, gulping it with an eager devotion till you pull my head back.  A small trickle of syrupy juice runs down my chin and I raise my hand to catch it, bringing it to my lips, savoring the taste of my Lady's precious wine.

End of Part One