Leaning against the railing of my balcony with a nice steaming cup of vanilla caramel coffee watching the sunrise is my favorite way to start the morning. Watching as down below the world starts to wake up. The birds start singing to each other and the older gentleman who lives on the 1st floor starts his laps around the building. I sigh in contentment and reached down to smack the head that is deliciously nestled in between my thighs.
“Slow down my hungry little pet. I am in no rush this morning.”
The grip on my thighs eases as the tongue that was so frantically lapping at my pussy slows down to draw lazy circles around my swollen clit . A muffled “Yes Mistress” whispers up my spine and to my ears and makes a gasp escape my lips. I don’t think I will ever get used to hearing that phrase. Two little words that are so simple yet so powerful they have the ability to make me feel like I am Queen of the world. I chuckled to myself at that thought. *Well… in a way I am aren’t I? I’m Queen of HIS world.*
I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of my house boy’s tongue dipping in-and-out of my wetness. I know that he is savoring every drop of me. This is his favorite thing to do. Please me. Service me. Worship me. Bring me to heights of pleasure I never knew I could reach with just his tongue. And fuck if he wasn’t spectacular at it!
My hips move of their own volition as he traces a path from my clit to the edge of my asshole and back again. I dropped a hand down and gripped his hair to hold him in place. “Stick out your tongue, pet. That’s it. Just like that.” I grind my clit against his tongue harder and faster, feeling that wonderful tingling sensation starting at the base of my spine. With every swirl and flick to my sensitive clit the tingling magnifies, taking my breath away. The shattering of my coffee cup barely registers as his hands grab my hips and pull me hard against his mouth.
The sounds ripping from my throat drown out the world below as I tried desperately to suffocate my sweet pet in the folds of my pussy. My fingers wrap-around the railing as my legs twitch and my back arches. The waves of ecstasy and pleasure tear through my body, god I never want them to end. I shudder and shiver as he licks and savors every drop from between my thighs. His soft chuckle brings me back to reality as he says….
” It seems we’ve broken another cup Mistress”…. I stretch and smiled down at him. “Yes pet it seems that we have. You can clean it up after I eat breakfast. I am in the mood to use that magic mouth of yours one more time before I go to work.”
The devilish smile on his lips makes my clit tingle as he follows after me to do what he was so perfectly made to do. Worship and Serve.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jfgsn8/fm_mistress_houseboy_the_perfect_morning
You did so much with so few words. Nice work.