0 comments/ 12271 views/ 3 favorites Breakfast in Bed By: IntuitiveMaster I wake up and look at you. The smile on your face even you are sleeping should be the illustration for the word "contentment" in the dictionary. No doubt you are dreaming of that I have either given you or allowed you to give me. Though I am glad you are dreaming dreams of pleasure rather than the nightmares you had before you knew you belonged to me. It is not good for your training to be enjoying something if I am not also receiving pleasure. Quietly I go to the closet and find one of your thickest scarves. Almost as if you know what I am going to do, you roll to one side. Your head moving on your pillow allowing me to slip the scarf under the back of your head. I plan what I am going to do while waiting for you to eventually roll over on your back. Carefully I climb upon you. As you awaken you see that my knees have each of your arms pinned and I am tying the scarf so that you are blindfolded. You lay there quietly, knowing that your Master will tell you what is in store for you when he is ready to. I sit there silently for a few minutes as your eager tongue begins to lick your lips. When I see that, I also know that your pussy juices are running in hopes of lubricating the entrance for the biggest cock you have ever fucked into your tight little pussy. But this will not be your fate today. Today you will have another sexual experience that will take you past the limits of what you thought yourself capable of. I ask you if you're ready and you reply "Yes, Sir" without hesitation even though you do not know what lies in store for you. That's good, I tell you. Continuing on I tell you that I am going to move you into the position I want you . I guide you by pulling your hair to indicate where I wish you to be. As you thank me, you follow the tug in your hair. Now your neck is on the edge of the bed and your head is hanging down. This excited you because you hope this means that something soon will go into your mouth. After watching your anticipation build in silence for a couple of minutes, I tell you that my balls need to be sucked so that the next load I shoot is larger than usual. Your mouth opens hungrily as you feel my balls lowered into your waiting mouth, your moaning begins. The feeling of my legs standing on each side of your head. I lean forward to dip a finger into your pussy to see how wet you are. Doing both of these greatly contribute to your excitement. Finally I tell you that you have pleased me with your eagarness, and I am going to let you suck my cock. This position is a new sensation for you, but you like it. I am controlling how far my cock goes into your mouth. Being the good cocksucker that you are, when I pull it out to where just the tip is in your mouth you swirl your tongue around it. When I stick it in further, you change to a suction that causes the sides of your mouth to caress me like a tight glove. Finally, I am in as far as you have ever been able to take me in. I leave myself in without moving for a minute or two and then is where your surprise comes. For I have decided that the depth of penetration will be the starting point of my strokes. The deepest penetration will have the head of my cock going three inches down your throat. It surprises you in this position that you do not gag and you begin to focus on the new sensations. I give your mouth long, deliberate strokes. You realize that what started out as sucking my cock has turned into your mouth being fucked with you powerless to change it. This causes you to feel completely powerless. You are grateful for the gentleness of my strokes, but even now you feel them become more animated. You wonder if you will be able to handle the rough strokes that you have felt in your pussy right before my cock explodes sending a load deep within you. Realizing that what will happen, you also realize why you submit to me. You know that I am a loving Master that will not push you so far past where you have been that you will not be able to handle it. You return to focusing on the sensation in your mouth knowing that my willingness to let you submit is a gift that those who do not share our type of relationship will never understand. By the time you feel me swell right before my explosion, you feel a bit cheated in realizing that this load will coat your throat not your mouth. The pleasure you get from the taste of my seed on your tongue will be denied you today. As I erupt, you grab each of my thighs and hold me deep into you not wanting me to ever pull out, but eventually I do. I linger part way out to reward you with the thick, hot, salty, coating on your tongue as you hungrily lick me. Your tongue eagerly searches for every last drop of the taste you love so much. I find it hard to believe you never sucked a cock before our relationship. You are so good at it and I tell you what a wonderful cocksucker you are. That was how I first knew what an exceptional slut I could help you become. I turn you around on the bed so that your head is now on the pillows. Leaving you blindfolded, I begin kissing you with long, slow, wet, lingering kisses. Between kisses I tell you that I hope you enjoyed breakfast in bed. You reply that your mouth is completely satisfied, but your pussy is still hungry. By now my mouth is caressing your nipples and my fingers are at your nether region, I am as excited as you are. Today the first thing into your pussy will be my cock, not my tongue. You orgasm upon entry, which you sometimes do when you are really excited as a result of your tight little pussy taking in my larger than usual cock. Today you realize that the length has always been nice, but truth be known it is the girth that does it for you. The nice thing about your being so excited is knowing every full stroke that pounds your clit with my pelvic bone is going to give you another orgasm. Having come in your throat already I plan to go a good long while this time before shooting you full of my second load. Your screams are becoming nothing more than the gutteral moans and grunts of a bitch in heat, devoid of any words all while saying everything there is to be said. Finally I drive into you and stay there grinding your clit on my pelvis as I erupt again. Your orgasms seem to go to yet another level. You then crumple into my arms as we lie beside each other enjoying the afterglow of having given your Master such pleasure. This morning you are laying on my left shoulder as two fingers of my right hand are catching the mixture of our juices and bringing them to your eager lips. You suck my fingers as if they were little cocks that you want to explode in your mouth. When I finally get up to go take a shower and get ready for work, I jokingly tell you that since I fixed you breakfast in bed, you do the dishes. The last words I hear as I get into the shower are the two words that please me most..."Yes Master!" Breakfast In Bed A short story, but worth the read! She woke up and he was gone. This wasn't so unusual in itself; he got up for work relatively early. What WAS unusual was that he hadn't woken her up for a quick kiss goodbye. Besides, she mused, it was Sunday...he should be still in bed. She was about to get up and put on her bathrobe to investigate when the object of her curiosity walked through the bedroom door. He was carrying a tray laden with food and she settled back onto the bed with a sigh of contentment. Breakfast in bed! He pulled back the covers with one hand, precariously balancing the tray, and cuddled up next to her. On the tray were all sorts of goodies: hot chocolate for her and coffee for him, croissants, cut fruit, sausages, and (to her bewildered amusement) a bottle of maple syrup. She looked up into his face, meaning to ask him what they'd need the syrup for, but the look in his eyes silenced her. She had seen that look before and it always meant there was fun ahead. Her stomach fluttered with the possibilities and her hand shook the mug she brought to her lips.The food was devoured in compatible silence, the tray set aside with the syrup still untouched. She was wondering what would come next when he kissed her. It was his specialty kiss: long and deep and able to melt her bones. She felt like their souls were one when they kissed like this, like they'd never be separated again. Perhaps they wouldn't. He finally broke the contact and lifted her nightgown over her head. Her breasts were aching from need, her nipples standing at attention. He kissed them briefly, intensifying their need rather than abating it, and continued down her stomach. His hand cupped her bottom and he took a few moments to admire her light blue panties. They were silk and she knew he took pleasure in feeling the smooth material. He did this now, running his hand along the cleft of her pussy, making the lips pucker and a small wet spot appear. She was whimpering softly now, watching him as he leaned his head down and kissed the wet spot. She threw back her head and moaned as he paid special attention to that oh-so-sensitive area. He gave one more lingering kiss to her swollen lips and traveled up again until his face was even with hers. She desperately wrenched at his shirt, pulling the item over his head and tossing it aside. She could feel his excitement against her hip and she ached to have it inside her. She reached for his waistband but he stopped her and pinned both her arms over her head. "You know what? I'm still hungry," he said softly, smiling down at her as she panted in excitement and frustration. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, how could he be thinking of his stomach at a time like this? She was so distracted she didn't notice the syrup bottle until it was too late. "What are you -Ah!" she cried as he squeezed two good sized gobs onto her breasts. He drizzled the warm liquid on her nipples as she gasped in surprise, trying to free her hands from his strong grip. "You're going to make a mess! What's going on?" Her rant broke into a deep moan as he took her breast in his mouth and began to suck the sweet syrup. His tongue lavished her nipple, twirling around it in an attempt to capture all the sticky stuff. Her hands relaxed and he let go, using his free hand to reach down and part her pussy lips. She was almost levitating off the bed in pleasure, unable to decipher whether his finger or his mouth was the most arousing. He was sucking the other breast now, flicking his tongue against her nipple in the same rhythm as his finger, which was now pumping in and out of her dripping pussy. She had her hands locked around his head; drawing him close to her while she thrust towards his invading digit. His thumb started to hit her clit with every inward thrust and she came hard, crying his name as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She almost screamed in despair when he withdrew his fingers, but calmed when he pushed down his shorts and positioned his erection at her entrance. The waves renewed their course as he began to thrust, her pussy walls clenching and unclenching around his cock. His pace increased and she thrust back as hard as her sated body allowed, still riding the occasional spasm of her own pleasure. He stiffened and came, spilling his seed into her willing womb as he kissed her again and again. Finally he rested against her, cradling her in his arms as they relaxed in the afterglow. "We should have breakfast in bed more often," she said sleepily. "Uh huh," he agreed, "or maybe dessert next time." Thinking about caramel topping she smiled happily and cuddled closer. Feedback appreciated. Breakfast in Bed I unwillingly untangle my limbs from yours, slipping quietly from your slumbering embrace and place my feet on the floor. The sun has already risen outside; beams peeking through the lowered blinds of your bedroom cast lines across your bed. I stretch as I step away, stopping for a moment and watching you in your peaceful slumber. You roll onto your back while I watch, one hand haphazardly moving above your head, the other laying gently across your tight abdomen, the steady rising and falling of your broad chest indicating to me that you are still deep in sleep. My body can't help but react as I think back to yesterday. You were simply amazing. I have never in my life felt as loved, as cherished or been left as satisfied. My pussy clenching as I think of how your cock felt moving inside me. My nipples hardening as I remember your fingers there...your teeth...your tongue...teasing me, slowly moving over my skin. I turn away from you, reluctant to leave, but on a mission. A plan, I had decided upon when I awoke and looked upon the plains of your handsome face that today would be just for you. I tiptoe from the room, stopping only for a moment to scoop up and pull one of your old worn Abercrombie t-shirts over my naked body. I hold it up to my nose first, breathing in the scent on it that is uniquely you. I shiver a bit as the soft, thin cotton covers me. I look back at the bed once more, almost buckling to the desire to climb back in and wake you now. No, I shake my head slightly, reprimanding my own thoughts. Not yet...It will be better if I wait. I stride into the kitchen and in no time flat, I had filled the small space with delicious smells. Fresh biscuits, eggs, scrambled of course, and nice crispy bacon. I load up a tray and move back down the hall. I pause at the door to make sure that even though I was as quiet as I could possibly be in the kitchen, that my cooking noises hadn't woken you. I place the tray down on the floor, just beside the bed. I tug the cotton sheet down your body very slowly, causing you to stir just a little bit, but not to waken. I reveal your flesh to my eyes inch by inch, tormenting myself as I gradually unwrap you. I smile as your hand slides down your torso to scratch your self as most men do unconsciously in their sleep. I kneel on the bed between your legs, pausing for a moment just to take you in. Your short dark hair is attractively mussed; I smile to myself as I remembered doing that to it with my hands. I remember fisting them tightly in your hair, holding your head to me as you did wicked things...amazing things to me with your mouth. Your face is a contradiction in angles. Harsh lines, high sharp cheekbones and soft, full lips. Then there is your smile. It makes me groan out load when I think about how it played across your lips while you watched me come for you over and over the night before. I move slowly, crawling like a feline up your body. My nipples press against the soft cotton of the t-shirt as I lean close, running my tongue delicately across the seam of your lips. A low moan comes from your throat as I move, flicking the end of my tongue against your ear. Then just behind, dragging it slowly down the column of your neck. I hear your sharp intake of breath as I bite playfully at the base of your neck and continue, moving lower, my eyes glancing at your face as my tongue teases leisurely over your left nipple. I smile then, noticing the sleepy grin on your face; your eyes are still closed but your breathing is increasing as my tongue runs at a snail's pace down your body, and lingers on your hip. I bite into the tender skin there and look up just in time to see your eyes flutter open. I whimper a bit as your amazing ice blue eyes lock with my own grey ones. I let my tongue slip little by little downward, brushing gently over the tip of your already very hard cock. Just one little lick, gently over the head and then slowly down the underside of your shaft. I open my mouth against your balls, just barely touching them with my lips. My mind spins and I almost forget my plan as I inhale the strong musky sent that was yours and yours alone. Coming back to myself, I sit up and smile at you, noting your little groan of disappointment. "I've made you breakfast babe," I pick up the tray then, off the floor and place it on your lap. "Eat well; you will need your strength today." I smile playfully, leaving that for your own interpretation. I flip off the bed, pull open the blinds and let the sunlight bathe the room. I practically skip into the bathroom and flip on the faucets. Filling the huge tub and lighting a few candles on the way. I peek back around the corner into the bedroom just in time to see you finishing off your last bite. "Come," holding my hand out, "let me wash all of last night's debauchery off you." I can't help but giggle and blush a bit as I think of last night's said debauchery. You rise then, your 6 foot frame taking up a large portion of the room as you reach your arms above your head and groan, stretching. Beautifully naked I could see every ripple and every little nuance of your body in the bright sunlight. Your eyes take on a questioning look as you swagger towards me, your eight inch cock still hard from my pre breakfast tease. Taking you by the hand I pull you into the bathroom, walking you to a now full tub of hot water. You take the hint and climb in, reaching for me. I pull back from you and kneel at the side of the tub, dipping my hand into the water. I wet a cloth and lather some soap in it, You're grinning at me with that oh so sexy boyish grin of yours and you lean back, my hand shaking a bit as I touch the soft cloth your skin. You close your eyes as I move it over your chest. Taking my time. Dipping lower and lower under the water until my hand brushes against your cock. Then slowly, agonizingly moving back up. "Sit up, please?" you comply and I start on your back, swirling the soap laden cloth over your wide shoulders. Down your spine, as far as I could reach from your current sitting position. I take a deep breath, my body already reacting to yours. "Stand...please," this time it was more of a desperate command than a question. I start at your ankles, which you thoughtfully lift one at a time for me to wash, then your calves, your thighs...I purposely avoid your cock. You turn for me, letting me soap your tight ass, my hand always wrapped in the cloth. My fingers twitching as I ache to touch your skin uninhibited. I wash your cock then. Quickly. My eyes locking with yours as I feel you grow even harder under my touch muted through the thin terry. You sit back down so I can rinse your skin, my hands shake as I splash the warm water over your warmer flesh. I let myself drink in your body; the water cascading down over your skin makes me shiver in anticipation. I see the wanting in your eyes as you watch me. I pull the plug, motioning for you to step out and I grab a big white fluffy towel, drying you slowly. Painfully slowly. Then take you again by the hand and pull you back into the bedroom, pushing you back onto the bed. You lay back, looking up at me a little puzzled that I'm not immediately joining you but you're more than willing to play along, I move my hand up, making the universal symbol for 'turn over'. You look at me a little confused then shrug and flip onto your stomach. I reach for the oil and move to the end of the bed. I tilt the bottle and let the oil drip slowly onto you. Your intake of breath is sharp as the cool liquid hits your still warm skin. I run my hands over your calves, kneading your flesh as I slide up your leg. I feel your muscles relaxing under my hands as I move them over your quickly growing pliant flesh. I spend a little more time then necessary on your tight ass, running my hands over it, massaging and teasing you at the same time as I let my fingers dip between the vee at your thighs and brush lightly over your balls. I smile as your hips shift; I know your cock is now rock hard. I move and straddle your hips, moaning low in my throat as I press my bare sex against your oily skin. My hands move over your back, kneading and rubbing you, my own breathing heavy now as I watch your skin respond to my ministrations. Your body is beautiful; my thoughts turn to carnal as I move my hands to your shoulders and neck. I groan as I slide against you, angling my hips to apply pressure to my throbbing clit. I pat your shoulder, indicating that you needed to turn over, more for my control than for your pleasure at this point. You obey and smile up at me when you lay back down. I draw my breath as I look at you, your smile is so amazing...combined with a look of pure lust in your remarkable pale blue eyes...knowing it was all for me made it an almost lethal combination. I tear my eyes away and turn my back to you, needing to curb my hunger. I straddle your thigh and start to knead your legs, moving faster and faster up your body. I move to sit off to the side, looking down at your very hard cock lying against your hairless skin. I run my hands over your hips, up your chest...purposely avoiding your cock. I feel your low moans, the sound runs through my whole body, all the way down to my toes as I pass my hands over you again and again. I lightly pinch your nipples as I massage your chest. My nails scraping against you every so often as I work higher and higher until my fingers hit your neck. I stop then, looking down at you. Your breathing is heavy, your hard cock jumps as my eyes move over it. I watch your face as I pull the hem of your shirt slowly over my head, revealing my body to your hot gaze. My pussy throbs as your eyes move over my form, each glance licking over my skin like fire. My nipples pucker tightly as you lick your lips; drawing your lower lip between your teeth and looking questioningly back up into my face. I sit astride your body, my hot wet sex pressing against the length of your cock, and I lean in to you, my lips meeting yours. I kiss you hard, pushing my tongue into your mouth, running it lightly against your sharp teeth and then stroking it smoothly against yours. I slip my hands down your arms until our fingers lock; I move them slowly above your head holding them there as I pull away from the kiss. I let my tongue drag over your skin; I take your earlobe between my teeth. Biting down gently, sucking it into my mouth, then stroking my tongue just behind and moving a little lower. I nip at your skin, my teeth grazing over your flesh while my tongue darts out and tastes you between nips. I roll my hips, sliding my wet pussy along your length, as I continue lower. My mouth locks on your right nipple, sucking it lightly then taking the tip gently between my teeth and applying pressure as my fingernails drag slowly down the sensitive skin along your arm. I look up at your face, your piercing eyes watch my every move, you groan as I bite a little harder, your head lolls back to take in the sensations, your heels dig into the mattress and your hips lift slightly, forcing your cock tighter against my wet slit. Growling at you, I move my whole body lower, taking little bites of your abs, paying special attention to that little spot just over your hipbone, my fingernails trailing just behind my mouth making your muscles twitch. I enjoy your little cries of pleasure, as I swirl my tongue down lower and lower until your moans and movements still and your eyes lock on me again.....my mouth now poised over the head of your cock. I lean in, flicking my tongue just over the tip, circling the head slowly, thoroughly. I drag my tongue down your length. I run it over your balls, watching your reaction as my hand comes up and wraps around the base of your cock. I grip you tight and move up, bringing the head of your slightly wet cock against my lips. I open my mouth slowly, moaning as I get my first taste, then I slide you all the way into my mouth. Your hand comes up automatically to the back of my head and your fingers tangle in my hair. Guiding me...holding me to you. I slide your cock all the way into my mouth until I feel you at the back of my throat. I can't help but groan as I watch your face change, your look turn to hunger as you see my mouth moving down your cock. Slowly I bring my lips back up, my bottom teeth brush lightly along the underside of your shaft and pressing gently against the head. Your hips lift with me as I do it again and again. Getting gradually faster each time, I run my tongue over the tip of your cock, one long lick, and then I take you hard and fast. My head bobs up and down with my lips locked tightly around your shaft, my hand holds you following behind my mouth as it moves. The other teases your balls, rolling them between my fingers as my hips start to shift, mimicking the actions of my mouth. I feel my juices seeping from my pussy, it makes me so wet...so very wet, to know I'm giving you pleasure. I know you're getting close; your balls tighten and your cock twitches between my lips as I start to slow the pace, eventually coming to a stop and scampering quickly up your body. I need you inside me... NOW. Leaning down, I kiss you as your hands explore my back; I reach down and grip your cock snugly, rubbing the head against my throbbing and engorged clit, coating you with my juices as I slide your length through the lips of my sex. My hips rock against yours as I arch my body and tilt back. I tease myself with your cock, rubbing it against my sex until I can't take it anymore. I lift up, guiding you to my opening and little by little sink down along your shaft, moaning loudly as your whole eight inches starts to fill me. I sit down oh so slowly, letting myself feel every single delicious inch of you as you enter me. I roll my hips slightly when you are buried completely, making the head of your cock rub deliciously against my g-spot. I lift and then fall...then again...and again. Your hands move to my hips, you raise yourself to meet my movements, thrusting harder and deeper into me each time we join. You pull me flush against you, flattening my breasts against your strong chest as your arms band across my back. You take my mouth savagely. Your tongue duels with mine, your teeth nip at my lips as your cock creates a luscious friction, making my entire body quake and spasm. I cry out into your mouth as I stiffen and my pussy grips you tight, my orgasm hits me hard as I slam my hips down against yours, trying to keep your momentum. You're unforgiving with me, driving into me harder and harder...faster and faster. I cry out again and again with each stroke as you draw out my orgasm, my hands move to your shoulders and grip you tight almost as if to anchor myself to you, my nails dig into your flesh as my whole body trembles with pleasure. Your movements slow and you hold me tight, rolling us over in one quick move so I'm now lying on my back with you above me. I open my mouth as if to say something like, "It's your turn to be spoiled," but only a sigh and something that sounds like a purring noise, escapes from my lips as you start to move inside me again. I look up into your pale eyes. They stare back into mine with such intensity my breath is taken away. Your arms hook under my knees, pushing your cock even deeper inside me. I lift my hips as much as I can to meet your thrusts, moaning with each movement. Your head dips down and I feel your teeth running up the column of my throat. I groan, my head falling to the side as you nip my skin, then your tongue, hot and wet running down over my shoulder until it brushes over my nipple. Still your moving, your cock slides deep and steady in and out of my now drenched cunt. The sound of your skin slapping against mine fill the room. I feel your tongue on my nipple, then your teeth. My body arches off the bed as you feed from me. Biting gently down, running the edge of your teeth along my hardened nip. My hands move to your head, fisting roughly, tugging and pulling your hair as I try and control your mouth. My pussy clasping you tight as I cry out, 'Yes baby, Oh god yesssss...I'm going to come." My whole body quivers, my pussy tightens around you, rippling up and down your shaft as you pound into me harder and faster. You pull my legs over your shoulders as I explode, coating your cock with my wetness. You grunt as you slam into me over and over until I hear your final cry, your moans of pleasure mix with mine and fill the room as you bury yourself inside me, your hips jerking. I can feel your cock pulsing and twitching deep inside as you fill me. You collapse against me and gradually our breathing returns to normal. I run my hands up and down your back, over and over. Not wanting the moment to end. Not wanting you to pull away. Your cock slowly softens and recedes from my body. I stretch my hands above my head, my body aching deliciously as you roll off of me and onto your own side of the bed. You reach out and one fingertip brushes against my nipple. To my amazement, it obediently hardens under your touch, inciting a low moan from my lips and a small spasm from my drenched pussy. Your finger traces over my skin softly, your nail delicately pressing into me. I groan as you scratch gently down the tender skin of my arm until you hit my palm. Your fingers link with mine and you sit, tugging me off the bed as you stand and start toward the bathroom, a sly smile on your handsome face, I follow you, my heart racing. Grinning at you like a fool, my mind lost in thoughts of what's to come. *** I lay back on the bed a short time later, waiting for you to return. My body practically humming from your attentions. You bathed my thoroughly, ran your hands adoringly over every inch of my body, bringing me over and over again to the brink, but never far enough. Then you fed me. Giving me small pieces of fruit from your fingers and from your lips as I lay back in the warm bed. Soon my body was coated with oil, your hands moved over my skin like a maestro, playing and fine tuning my muscles, leaving me feeling like a warm pool of jelly. I sigh to myself, still very relaxed and satisfied after our morning together, but selfishly wishing you would quickly return to finish what you had started. I turn my head and smile as your frame fills the doorway. The bed dips under your weight as you kneel just beside my languid body. In you hands, slipping slowly through your fingers are two soft black scarves. My startled eyes move to your face as your hand reaches to my wrist pulling it slowly toward the headboard. I don't struggle, I trust you with all that I am, so I let you bind my arms to the posts of the bed. You sit back when you finish, just looking at me as I had done with you only hours before. My body immediately starts to respond to your gaze. My nipples harden. My breathing increases as you reach one finger out and stroke it lightly down my body, from my lips to my navel. Then slowly back up, running it lightly over my mouth. I open and suck your finger inside, swirling my tongue around, nipping lightly at the tender skin on the pad of your finger as a glazed look moves over your face. You take it from my lips and move it lightly over my nipple. It puckers under your touch, pulling tight as you make it wet, and then blow lightly across it. I moan, the sensations seemingly attached by some invisible string to the tender flesh between my legs. I shift as your fingers trail lower, your nails dragging lightly across the sensitive skin of my stomach. My hands involuntarily tug at the restraints, my back arching off the bed as your fingers run lightly through the small strip of hair above my pussy. You lay down beside me as I spread my legs wide, moving them far as apart I can, already wet and ready for you. I move my hips, wiggling to try and displace your hand as you allow it to sit idly just above my clit. You avoid that, of course, chuckling at my groan of disappointment as your fingers brush lightly up and down gently along the length of my slit. Breakfast in Bed Your mouth moves to mine, your kiss is hard and demanding as your fingers push deep inside me. My body presses as much against yours as it can. My hands fist and uncurl, wanting to touch you as you start to work your fingers in and out of me. My moans get lost in your mouth as our tongues duel with each other; you nip at my lips and move lower, to my neck. Teeth brush against the soft column of my throat as your fingers slow and stop still buried inside me. You rub your fingertip gently against my g-spot, massaging me inside and my breath catches in my throat. Your teeth, my god your teeth feel so good as they drag down my chest and bite gently into my nipple. My whole body reacts, my pussy tightens around your fingers, my breathing increases, my nipples pull even tighter as I start to push against your hand. God I'm so close, my clit is throbbing. I feel your thumb brushing lightly against my clit...then suddenly you push down hard, very hard. Its all I need as my pussy explodes, clamps down tight on your fingers like a vice and I coat your hand in my juices. I cry out your name over and over as waves of sensation travel up and down the length of my body. I look up into your ice blue eyes and smile weakly; drained from the intensity of the orgasm you just gifted me. You move between my legs, your cock hard and I can see the traces of fluid at the tip, you rub it up and down my slit, over my still burning clit, and then position yourself just at the entrance to my body. I wrap my legs around your slim hips, lifting myself to you as your cock slides deep inside me. I moan loudly as you start to move, slow and hard at first, letting me feel every inch as you slide in and out. Picking up the pace, until the sounds of your skin meeting mine and our mixed moans of pleasure fill the room all around us. You pull my legs higher, until my heels rest on your shoulders. I move my hips, lifting and falling in time to your deep hard strokes. I grip the ties, using them for leverage as I move with you...gripping your shaft as it strokes in and out of me faster and faster. I come again, my pussy ripples up and down your shaft, milking it as you continue to drive into me mercilessly, dragging my pleasure out. Then suddenly you stop. You move to lay down very close beside me and start roll my pliant body to one side and pull me on top of you until I am laying back to chest along your hard cody. I can feel your hot breath on my neck, your hard cock pushing against my ass as your hands come around and settle on my abdomen. You flatten them and slide then slowly upward, until my breast fill your palms. Your fingers tug at my nipples, pulling and pinching them, your hips start to move and your cock moves and starts to slide in between the wet folds of my sex. I moan as just the head hits comes in contact with my clit, again and again, making me crazy but not enough to make me come. I start to move against you, arching my back while your teeth brush against the tender skin of my neck. You shift beneath me and I feel the head of your cock pushing slowly inside. You stop with just the head inside me as one hand slides down my torso to my pussy, you brush your fingertips thought the small strip of hair there and slide them lower, until your fingertips tease over my hard little nub. I tug at the ties, wrap them in my hands and try to use them to push your cock farther inside me. My back arches as your hands play me. Your other hand travels down and you spread open the lips of my sex, strumming lightly over my clit. Slow and gentle at first, then getting harder and faster until my hips are bucking against your hand. I cry out as I come, my juices leaking down onto the shaft of your cock. You thrust hard, burying your 8 inch length in one hard stroke as I am lost in my orgasm, your fingers continue to flick rhythmically over my clit. My movements are uncontrollable; I grind my pussy down against your cock, my back arches as you start to move fast and hard, pounding into me from below. Your teeth sink into my neck, biting me, as one hand comes back up and squeezes my breast hard, my nipple trapped between your fingers, the feelings shooting down from my breasts to my throbbing clit as you continue to flick and play with it. You hold me tight as your moans increase, the steady slap, slap, slap of our wet skin hitting blends with the noises coming from your throat. I cry out as I come again, this time I take you with me. I feel your cock twitch deep inside me as your cries mix with mine. Your fingers still move over my most sensitive areas as my pussy clamps down hard on your pulsing cock, I can feel it jerking inside me as your strokes start to slow, then stop as you empty yourself into me. We lay like that for a few moments while our breathing evens out. I feel your cock slowly soften and recede from my body. Your hands reach up and untie the scarves and you start to soothingly rub the red marks left behind on my wrists as you place and sweet kiss on my cheek. I roll off your body and snuggle into the crook of your shoulder. Closing my eyes and inhaling deeply, my nose filled with the smells of you and me and our recent lovemaking. Your hand goes to my hair, your fingertips rubbing tenderly against my scalp, your voice only a whisper in my ear as I drift off into the dark nothingness of sleep. "Thank you for breakfast, babe...Dinner is on me." Breakfast in Bed The sun is rising over the Caribbean as she murmurs and stirs. Still rising from the depths of sleep she reaches across the bed to his pillow and finds only the dampness of last nights ardor on the pillowcase. She is not alarmed by his absence, sleepily she smiles. She knows that in all the years they have been together they have never missed greeting the day with love. She turns over slowly, the thin cotton sheet falling from her, revealing the tan and firm breasts that he has loved for so long. He stands in the doorway and smiles down at her, his arousal plain beneath the wicker tray in his hands. He moves toward her as she opens her eyes and smiles again. She opens her mouth to say good morning but is silenced as he places a strawberry sweetened with honey on her lips. Breakfast in bed, her favorite meal. As she slowly savors the rich fruit he places the tray on the table near the bed. Laden with the fruits growing just outside the door and decorated with a single orchid he has plucked before sunrise the meal fills the room with sweet tropical aromas. Aromas that blend perfectly with the lingering musk of last nights exertions. Gently he chooses another piece of fruit and begins to rub it across her lips. She closes her eyes and tastes the ripe guava. He bends and kisses her sweet mouth. "Good morning" he whispers. "Hungry?" Ravenously she draws him to her and kisses him deeply. As his hands begin to roam across her naked body the sheet falls unnoticed to the floor as her head falls back and his tongue probes deeper into her mouth. He reaches with one hand back to the tray, his hand returning with a small slice of fresh melon which he begins to rub across her hardening nipples. Squeezing the melon he drips a trail from her breasts to the small hollow at the base of her neck where he laps it from her skin as her eyes close and her head returns to the pillow. He follows the moist and sticky trail of juice to her nipples and takes first one and then the other into his mouth. Cleaning them and gaining the sustenance he needs from both the fruit and the touch of her skin. She begins to writhe slowly as his hand moves across her flat belly and he presses a moira into her navel. As he continues to travel across stomach and eats the blackberry from her navel his hand has found a slice of ripe mamey, as pink as her nipples and warmed gently by the sun now streaming through the window. Slowly he rubs the silken fruit into her thighs and across her hips, dipping his hand occasionally through her golden hairs and pressing it against her now moist pussy. He brings his hand back to her mouth and feeds her the scented fruit so that she may enjoy the taste of her that he longs for. His head continues his travels and he begins to lick and caress the sweetness of her inner thighs as her heart races and her body continues to respond to the man she has loved so long. His lips travel slowly down her thighs until at last they reach her center and she is swept away as his mouth covers her and his tongue reaches deep inside her. She cries out and hold his head to her as she climaxes deeply. As her breathing calms he takes yet another fruit and places it at her core. The slippery center of the caimito runs down between her legs and inside her as he moves once again from the tray to her body. She is dripping now, both with the nectars of the fruits and the wetness that she provides and she begins to moan as he slowly pushes the cool banana deep into her. His head and his mouth return to her and he begins to eat. The banana and her juices fill him with passion and as the last of the banana is drawn into his mouth he rises between her legs and enters her in one swift motion. He remains still as another orgasm takes her, her hips rising from the sheets and her legs drawing back in Ecstasy. He does not need to move as her body takes over. Thrusting herself higher and higher she impales herself on him. Drawing from him the moans that feed her desire she turns over and raises her hips off the bed. Offering herself to him completely for she is his in any way he chooses. Behind her he bends and once again begins to lick. Her firm cheeks, her puckered ass, her dripping pussy all gain his attention in turn. As he feels her begin to quiver in anticipation he enters her once again. She presses her face into the sheets, her hands spread and seeking purchase as she throws herself back against him. Again and again he thrusts himself into her, filling her completely and then pulling nearly all the way out as he pounds himself against her. Her back arches and a wail of joy escapes her as she begins to shudder once again and he can no longer control himself and begins to empty himself inside her. As his spasms slow he collapses onto her back, rolls to her side and kisses her tenderly. "What's for lunch?" she asks with a grin. XXX Breakfast in Bed The tap at the bedroom door was enough to make her heart stop. He'd teased her about doing it on numerous occasions abut she never thought he actually would. "Hang on a minute," she said, propping herself up and taking a quick glance in the mirror to straighten her hair. She knew it was him as she'd just heard her husband go out the door to take her daughter to work. The house was empty, apart from the two of them. The bedroom door slowly opened to reveal his cheeky grin. "Good morning! I thought I'd bring my mother a cup of tea," he said in his dark brown voice. They both laughed! They'd been good friends long before Ed started seeing her daughter. Hazel looked him deep in the eyes. The chemistry was electric. "Ed, we've talked about this," she said. Hazel knew exactly what was on the menu for breakfast that morning as they'd described it in detail in their online chats. Ed walked round to her side of the bed, placing the mug of tea on her bedside cabinet. With a swift flick of the hand he pulled back the duvet cover and literally jumped in beside her. Hazel began to giggle like a naughty schoolgirl. Here she was, a middle-aged mother past her prime, in bed with her 29-year-old son-to-be! Ed wasted no time. Within seconds his hand was slowly caressing the smooth skin on the inside of her thighs as he kissed her, slowly at first, then more passionately and with an unspoken urgency. They had an hour to turn their fantasy into reality. The game had been played out online time and again, slightly different each time. In reality they knew what turned one another on and it was easy to work those rituals into their late night chats. They'd never intended it to develop into something real, but their curiosity had got the better of them, their chats had become more intense, and now there was a primeval urge for them to do something very wrong. Not a word was uttered between them now They didn't need to speak -- identical agendas were folding out in their heads one step ahead of the actions. Hazel had stopped giggling as soon as Ed's lips touched hers. She felt his lips against hers for the first time, kissing her slowly at first, then gradually exploring her mouth with his tongue, Ed began to kiss her harder. As their tongues touched it was as intimate as any sexual act. This was a moment of intimacy they'd both fantasised about, pleasuring themselves as they described in great detail on Facebook Chat what they would do to one another. At first their chats were fairly ordinary. Kissing would progress to touching which would lead on to touching one another slowly all over each other's bodies. He'd penetrate her, make love to her slowly but passionately and they'd orgasm together, in fantasy and in real life, albeit some miles apart. Most of their chats were late at night. The first had been after a family party. They were both drunk and there was a connection between them they couldn't deny. Once at home, they'd sat up late chatting online and, quite unexpectedly, they'd led one another on to sexual chat. "We can't do this again, " Ed warned afterwards. "It's addictive." Hazel laid awake that night, her heart racing and head spinning. She'd had cybersex with her daughter's boyfriend while her husband slept in the room next door. And it was the most erotic thing she'd done for a very long while! The following night she couldn't resist going online once the house was quiet and still. They'd chatted about how it should never happen again. "My cock's hard just talking to you about how we shouldn't do it," Ed had said. Hazel couldn't deny it, she was wet as well, and had hoped the chat would lead this way again. "Imagine me touching your cock," she said. "Sliding my hands slowly from the base of the shaft up to your knob, then back gain. Slowly, sensuously, your cock getting harder and harder. She pulled her skirt up under her desk, sliding her fingers straight into her hot, wet pussy. "Now you're watching as my head slowly edges towards it, closer and closer, until it's hovering just millimetres away from the tip of your cock. You want it inside my mouth so badly, but time seems to take forever," Ed's cock was ready to burst. He could imagine the scene so vividly. Her blonde hair draped around her face as she bent over him. "I touch it with the tip of my tongue first, slowly tickling the tip of your cock with it, then I devour you, taking you deep into my mouth. Your hard cock filling every inch of my mouth, almost touching the back of my throat. "I pull away, then use my tongue to caress the base of your knob, running my tongue around the groove. Your cock looks ready to burst." Ed's cock was ready to burst. His hand grasped it tightly, wanking it fast as he read her words as they popped up on screen rhythmically. *** Back in the bedroom, fantasy was about to become reality. Two hearts skipped a beat as two minds joined together with one thought. They replayed the fantasies they'd shared, exploring each other's bodies for real this time. Hazel reached for Ed's cock, feeling it through his black Calvin Klein boxers at first, then sliding in, flesh on flesh, her manicured fingers invaded his manhood. He was hard and larger than she expected. The gentle rhythm that she used as she stroked up and down his cock made Ed harder and harder. Her touch was all he'd imagined it to be. Soft, yet firm, gripping around the shaft as her hand made its way up and down, from base to head. He kissed her as she touched his cock, teasing him by getting faster and faster, then slowing down to a gentle rhythm. He slid his fingers inside her for the first time, feeling her hot, wet flesh. She was ready for this. He watched her pussy intently as he slid another finger in, then bent closer and licked her clit like a cat with a bowl of cream. Sweet, sweet pussy! Then Hazel was back in control. Standing up on the bed, she straddled him as he lay beneath her touching himself. Ed looked up at her cunt, at her arse, and at her fantastic tits. She crouched down over him, her pussy close to his mouth, then rose quickly again, gyrating her arse in front of him. Ed sat up, grabbing her arse cheeks as he did, and pulling them apart to reveal her hidden secrets. He licked her, front to back, before pushing his whole fist inside her as he stood up. Now standing at the head of her marital bed, Ed pushed her against the wall, one hand around her throat as the other pushed deep inside her. He kissed her again, noticing she had surrendered to his fantasy. Then, grabbing her hair, he pushed her to her knees and thrust his cock inside her mouth. She licked him like she had described so many times to him on the internet. And as she did, hot cum invaded her throat, the excess dripping down her chin and falling onto her erect nipples below. He kneeled down alongside her and sucked them gently as her head tipped backwards and her back arched. She was lost in a magical world, close to orgasm. Ed kissed her now, tasting his own cum on her lips. Harder and harder he kissed, his left hand grasping her hair and pulling her head back while his right hand explored her whole body before settling on her clit. He didn't have to rub for long before her back arched and her cry filled the room. When her pussy had finished pulsating, she opened her eyes and looked into his soul as a wry grin crept across her face. Ed pulled on his clothes and bid farewell with a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Don't forget your tea Mrs Robinson," he said.