Thread: The Pleasure Slave (constructive criticism PLEASE)

Bracing himself he walked over to her. Drop the towel. He hesitated a moment. Must we go through this again? Do as I told you. He pulled the towel from his hips exposing himself to her. Come closer. I want to touch you. Obeying he moved till he was just inches from her, legs apart and hands behind his back. She touched the tip of his penis. Looking closely she noted the head and the veins that ran the length. Her fingers followed the vein on the underside. He swelled under her ministrations. Scooting back, she stood up on the bed. Remove my dress from me. Taal reached up and grabbed hold of the neck of her dress. In one swift motion he ripped the dress off her body. I told you to remove it. Not rip it. Youve ruined it! Ah, but you did not say how to remove it. You did not say to lift it off you or not to rip it. Taal replied, I did as you commanded, it is off of you. He raked his gaze over her nude body. Soft, pale, creamy skin the gentle swell of her breasts tipped with dark pink nipples. He couldnt help but notice how they puckered as he looked at them. She had a small waist, a soft swell of her hips, nicely shaped legs. He was surprised to see that her mound, in fact her whole body was bereft of any hair. He could see the thin slit of her nether lips. His mouth twitched, her lips were already wet. He realized he was fighting a losing battle his body was straining for her. Much to her surprise, Taal moved over to the table and took a long drink of the wine. Picking up a strawberry he returned to her. Do not be afraid Little One, this wont hurt. You bought me as a Pleasure Slave. So be it. So said he reached her mound with his fingers. Kalra cried out as her legs gave way beneath her. Expecting this reaction Taal caught her in his arms and laid her down gently on the bed. He positioned her so that her bottom was at the edge of the bed, legs spread and hanging over the edge. Taal again touched her mound with his finger and grinned as she reared of the bed, moaning. Open your eyes. Good, keep them open a moment. He placed his finger in his mouth and licked it clean. I do like the taste of your honey. Have you ever had honey on your fruit? He dipped the strawberry between the lips of her mound, letting her juices coat it. Then he brought the fruit to his mouth and savored the taste. He smiled as her eyes widened. Shall I continue? Kalra gasped trying to catch her breath. This was too much she hadnt expected anything like this. Finally she managed a weak Yes. Picking her up he moved her up so her breasts were at his mouth level. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing the length of her small body to his. Wrap your arms around my neck, Little One. Taal commanded. The moment she obeyed, he ravished her breasts each in turn. He pulled one into his mouth and suckled hard at the nipple. He laved, nibbled, flicked his tongue over it, nipped at the under side. He reveled in her moans of pleasure. He moved his lowest arm down till his hand cupped her bottom. He kneaded the soft mounds and ran his hand over them, gently rubbing. He moved his hand deeper till he felt her small nub. He rubbed at it until her body stiffened. Her breaths were coming in short gasps, panting, moaning, she clutch his head, holding it tightly to her breasts. Finally her felt her body spasm as she screamed her release, felt her juices spill on his hand. Gently he laid her down on the bed and faced her so her mouth came flush with his throbbing member. Open your mouth. She looked up at him, eyes glazed. Then she opened her mouth. He placed the head of his member into her mouth. Suckle it, Little One. Do as I did to your breasts. He instructed as he placed a hand behind her head holding her to him, lacing his fingers into her long soft hair. He groaned as he felt her mouth move on him. Her hands grasped the hilt and Taal placed his hands over her own, moving them up and down the length. Then he released her hands. He placed one of his hands on her head threading his fingers into her hair. With the other hand Taal had to grab one of the bedposts to steady himself. Kalra thoroughly loved his rod, the hard steel beneath soft skin. Vaguely, she felt his body shudder as he filled her mouth. Taal picked her up and moved onto the bed. He tucked her closed to his body, kissed her neck. Sleep, Little One. was all he managed to say before he himself drifted off into a contented slumber.