Once More……A Vignette
Dedicated to Master Leon
By D.O.
4/14/2010
I awoke in Master Leon’s arms, still drenched in both our bodily fluids, still awash in his musky scent. I spooned up against his hard black physique and I shift a tiny bit, already feeling my clitty come alive as I feel his strength and power. I had been on the receiving end of not one but three of his ferocious fuckings starting at about ten o’clock last night with the most recent one ending around 2 am. His staying power is amazing, especially after his first orgasm, and he can last 45 minutes to an hour per go-round. Master Leon is an incredible lover, taking me in so many positions I lose count of the myriad ways we make love.
It is now about 430. I turn around in his arms and pull back to look at him, my sleeping Black God, now in the midst of a well-earned rest. He is so fucking handsome and gorgeous and I love how he tells me each day how beautiful I am and how he makes me desire him so. I softly run my hand over the contour of his chiseled bicep muscle and I revel in how big and well-developed it is. I shudder as I think back just a couple of hours, to when I found myself completely in his thrall as he made me his gurl, in no uncertain terms. He was so full of passion for me, for making love to me……making love with me. All I could recall was the sight of him above me, the feel of him inside me and his lips on mine. And now I wished to return the favor.
As I slide out of his grasp he moves over onto his stomach. Damn! I wanted to suck that huge black cock back to stiffness. Oh well, I think to myself. Guess I’ll just go for the next best thing. I crawl up between his muscular thighs, running my hands up the hairy flesh until I reach his magnificent glutes. I press and knead and massage his ass as I continue my journey to my destination. And then I’m there. I pull Master Leon’s cheeks apart and ever so slowly run my tongue from his taint up to the crinkled hole in his behind. I breathe in his aroma, loving this area of his body. He smells so manly and earthy.
I lick lightly around his crevasse, teasing his taint and nipping at his o-ring. I tentatively push the flat of my licker against him with a little more pressure, completely covering his asshole. I gently drool some spit into his crack and then I begin my feast. Laving his delicious hole with my slimy saliva, I then begin to curl my tongue into a pointy little spike and then I force my way in, needing to taste him. And I do taste him…. I need to know my master in this manner, I feel so submissive when I do it and it makes Master Leon feel good. He groans and I feel him unconsciously spread his legs a little wider for me. I redouble my efforts, thrusting my hard, wet tongue as far as I can get it into Master Leon’s rectum, enjoying the feeling of his sphincter muscle snapping around my probing licker.
Master Leon has told me before that this is as close as I’ll ever get to being inside him; we have a very clear cut top/bottom relationship and there is absolutely no question, nor has there ever been, of just which of us in which role. He is still asleep, but perhaps starting to waken as I drill into him even harder, running my talented oral poker along his inner walls, loving the mungy taste of him. He groans again, louder this time, and I realize he’s pretty much awake. He pushes his buttocks back into my face, spreading his ass even wider as I devour his asshole, much like a thirsty man in the desert. I’m literally eating him out, biting the rubbery ring of flesh that protects his innards. I’ve eaten Master Leon’s butthole previously, but I can scarcely remember a time when I was approaching my task with more passion, more devotion, more sheer bliss.
I reach under him and realize his cock is beginning to harden again, just as I had hoped, my mission all along. We both let out a long moan as I start to stroke his stiffening fuck-pole even as I continue on with my greedy consuming of his sweaty butt-flesh. It’s almost as if I am getting some sustenance from his body and indeed it does quench my craving for him somewhat, but I need more… He starts grinding into both my hand and the sheets beneath him, calling out for me to eat his asshole with my sissy mouth, calling me a faggot (which I am) and groaning out his pleasure. Good! This is just what Master Leon deserves after a long hot night of making his sissy cum seven times! I don’t think I have ever cum that many times in one day before, let alone in about a four hour stretch. I thought my clitty would be expended, but I am now hard as a rock again and feeling that familiar ache in my quimmy…an ache that tells me I need to be black bred by Master Leon.
He rolls over and I see his face framed in the moonlight. I see the longing in his dark eyes, wanton lust overwhelming his senses. He reaches for me and I can see I’m not going to be getting any more sleep for the rest of the night……
Kisses…..
Dedicated to Master Leon
By D.O.
4/14/2010
I awoke in Master Leon’s arms, still drenched in both our bodily fluids, still awash in his musky scent. I spooned up against his hard black physique and I shift a tiny bit, already feeling my clitty come alive as I feel his strength and power. I had been on the receiving end of not one but three of his ferocious fuckings starting at about ten o’clock last night with the most recent one ending around 2 am. His staying power is amazing, especially after his first orgasm, and he can last 45 minutes to an hour per go-round. Master Leon is an incredible lover, taking me in so many positions I lose count of the myriad ways we make love.
It is now about 430. I turn around in his arms and pull back to look at him, my sleeping Black God, now in the midst of a well-earned rest. He is so fucking handsome and gorgeous and I love how he tells me each day how beautiful I am and how he makes me desire him so. I softly run my hand over the contour of his chiseled bicep muscle and I revel in how big and well-developed it is. I shudder as I think back just a couple of hours, to when I found myself completely in his thrall as he made me his gurl, in no uncertain terms. He was so full of passion for me, for making love to me……making love with me. All I could recall was the sight of him above me, the feel of him inside me and his lips on mine. And now I wished to return the favor.
As I slide out of his grasp he moves over onto his stomach. Damn! I wanted to suck that huge black cock back to stiffness. Oh well, I think to myself. Guess I’ll just go for the next best thing. I crawl up between his muscular thighs, running my hands up the hairy flesh until I reach his magnificent glutes. I press and knead and massage his ass as I continue my journey to my destination. And then I’m there. I pull Master Leon’s cheeks apart and ever so slowly run my tongue from his taint up to the crinkled hole in his behind. I breathe in his aroma, loving this area of his body. He smells so manly and earthy.
I lick lightly around his crevasse, teasing his taint and nipping at his o-ring. I tentatively push the flat of my licker against him with a little more pressure, completely covering his asshole. I gently drool some spit into his crack and then I begin my feast. Laving his delicious hole with my slimy saliva, I then begin to curl my tongue into a pointy little spike and then I force my way in, needing to taste him. And I do taste him…. I need to know my master in this manner, I feel so submissive when I do it and it makes Master Leon feel good. He groans and I feel him unconsciously spread his legs a little wider for me. I redouble my efforts, thrusting my hard, wet tongue as far as I can get it into Master Leon’s rectum, enjoying the feeling of his sphincter muscle snapping around my probing licker.
Master Leon has told me before that this is as close as I’ll ever get to being inside him; we have a very clear cut top/bottom relationship and there is absolutely no question, nor has there ever been, of just which of us in which role. He is still asleep, but perhaps starting to waken as I drill into him even harder, running my talented oral poker along his inner walls, loving the mungy taste of him. He groans again, louder this time, and I realize he’s pretty much awake. He pushes his buttocks back into my face, spreading his ass even wider as I devour his asshole, much like a thirsty man in the desert. I’m literally eating him out, biting the rubbery ring of flesh that protects his innards. I’ve eaten Master Leon’s butthole previously, but I can scarcely remember a time when I was approaching my task with more passion, more devotion, more sheer bliss.
I reach under him and realize his cock is beginning to harden again, just as I had hoped, my mission all along. We both let out a long moan as I start to stroke his stiffening fuck-pole even as I continue on with my greedy consuming of his sweaty butt-flesh. It’s almost as if I am getting some sustenance from his body and indeed it does quench my craving for him somewhat, but I need more… He starts grinding into both my hand and the sheets beneath him, calling out for me to eat his asshole with my sissy mouth, calling me a faggot (which I am) and groaning out his pleasure. Good! This is just what Master Leon deserves after a long hot night of making his sissy cum seven times! I don’t think I have ever cum that many times in one day before, let alone in about a four hour stretch. I thought my clitty would be expended, but I am now hard as a rock again and feeling that familiar ache in my quimmy…an ache that tells me I need to be black bred by Master Leon.
He rolls over and I see his face framed in the moonlight. I see the longing in his dark eyes, wanton lust overwhelming his senses. He reaches for me and I can see I’m not going to be getting any more sleep for the rest of the night……
Kisses…..
