ran through his body as he rang the doorbell. He was hoping to taste her but willing to perform as she instructed. The door opened and his mistress stood before him in only an open robe. “Come in and strip off your clothes here by the door.” He did as he was told; already his cock was at full arousal. He waited for his next instruction.
The professor settled into a recliner and motioned for her sex slave. “Come over here and kneel.” Adam moved immediately and upon reaching her knelt with his head bowed and waited. “Begin with a foot massage”, she said in a low voice. He cradled her bare right foot in both hands and began to rub and caress every part. She moaned and stretched out in the recliner, obviously enjoying the sensations. When told to do so, Adam moved to the other foot and began the same relaxing massage. She starred down at him, naked, erect and kneeling before his mistress. She could see the submission and willingness in his eyes and knew he wanted only to please her.
Pulling her foot from him and spreading her legs wide, she said “You may use your mouth to pleasure me. Don’t make me remind you how to use it.”
“Yes, Mistress”, he said and hungrily went to work on her open sex.
Holding the book with one hand, MJ’s free hand busied itself under the covers. Envisioning the young student going down on his professor was driving her to the brink. The willingness of the book’s male character was creating an amazing fantasy world for her and the oral pleasure only added to it. She imagined Dalton yielding to her every desire…
Since they had met in college, Dalton had given her the most incredible orgasms with his mouth. He was patient and by taking his time allowed her to reach the maximum height of each climax. Thinking of him as her personal sex slave sent her reeling over the edge.
Her fingers plunged into her wetness and tossing the book aside rode them through the pleasure. With legs clamped tight together MJ moaned and writhed on the bed. Images raced through her mind’s eye adding to the fantasy experience. Her breath came in large gasps as her body began to recover from the self induced sexual pleasure.
Eventually as the orgasm passed, her breath and heart rate returned from their racing paces. She stretched out on the bed and relaxed for a moment planning the remainder of her day. Her eyes fluttered open as the cell phone vibrated to life on the night table signaling her that a text had been received. Pushing the book out of the way MJ rolled onto her side and retrieved the phone.
Her mood brightened when she saw it was from Dalton. MJ snapped the phone open and was greeted with a wonderful surprise.
Long week but will be home
tomorrow. Asking you out on
a date. How’s rack of lamb
at Jean-Robert’s Table sound?
Would be interested in something
physical after. I miss your touch.
Interested?
Her fingers couldn’t respond fast enough as she immediately sent a response.
A date? How Nice!
Yes, definitely interested.
Jean-Robert’s Table must
be a special occasion…
I’ll make reservations for 7 ????
After dinner cock & tail
Sounds good too…
She pressed the send button and waited. Within a minute her phone vibrated with a reply.
Should be home by 5.
reservations at 7 great.
I’ll bring the cock
If you bring the Tail LOL
Mary-Beth couldn’t help but smile. She had been in such a bad mood thinking Dalton was cheating or no longer interested. This was a good sign, he was thinking of her and wanted a romantic evening together.
The poor guy has been under a lot of stress lately. I suppose I haven’t been the best wife by adding more drama to the problem. Ell’s right, it’s just a dry spell. I need to do something special for our night out!
Chapter Seven
MJ Sprang out of bed in the best mood she’d been in for quite some time. It sounded as if Dalton was back on the team and the thought of a romantic evening to start the weekend was foremost in
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