Mike is feeling all kinds of pressure. It is almost too much for him to bear. His legs tense, the muscles in his upper thighs convulse. He is close to giving her what she wants, but did not here the command to go ahead so he strives forward. A battle of pleasure versus pleasure; The edging pressure is orgasmic enough, but the action of cumming thick warm ropes would certainly send him over the edge. Mike takes his hand and tries to hold back the urge by pinching himself, hard. It works, but not for long as Silvia ups her game. She takes his cock out of her mouth, it is now covered in both his precum and her spit. She readjusts her posture so her large breasts are touching his shaft. They are warm, soft, and like balloons of soft fine flour. “You taste so good baby, and I want you to know that taste. You can cum now slut, I see you tensing up more and more. It’s pathetic that you can’t last longer.” Silvia says as she presses her boobs together almost crushing Mike’s shaft. There is suddenly an immense pulsing felt by Silvia, and the loud long relieving moans from Connor. With the force of a thousand suns he cums so violently that it gets all over himself and her tits. His legs shake and quiver, she twists his balls more to get every last drop drained from him. “Mistress please! Drain me, drain your slave!” Mike cries as his balls are played with harder.
The aftermath is one degraded toy sitting exhausted, staring into the eyes of his mistress. He can feel the warmth of his cum on his chest and cock. He looks at her and sees her tits now covered in his thick white fluid. “Such a good boy, now I demand you clean me up! How dare you let your mistress get so dirty.” She raises a hand to him and slaps him across the face. The audible echo reverberates across the room; Mike’s cock twitches again. Silvia gets back in his lap and shoves her boobs into his face. “Lick them clean, now!” She forceful puts a hand behind Mike, and shoves his face into her breasts. With a small quiet whimper of obedience, he begins to move his tongue and mouth over each breast. Warm, just like hers, but lacks the authority and dominance. His actual cum is still bitter, but much warmer. Each swallow the taste gets more and more manageable. It gets to the point where he is sucking on her tits making sure to not miss anything. Silvia moans with pleasure as she pets his head and runs her fingers through his hair. “Mmhm what a good manservant you are. I bet you really enjoyed that.” She sits there in his lap as he sucks on her nipples now. His tongue is so careful and precise so as to not hurt her. Mike feels protected in this moment. Taken care of by someone better than him, someone who holds all the power. It is less stress on him, so he can perform her duties and not worry about his own.
It is all about pleasing her. She is the dominant one, he is the nobody who submits to her. He gets jealous of a chair, a mere piece of furniture. Mike had always wanted to be used by her, by Silvia. A person he had from the beginning respected, and still does. A person who turns him on with her subtle seduction. A mistress who in his dreams demanded him to cum on command only. His sexual desires are now free flowing from within his mind. The mystery and wonder as to what she would demand of next makes his heart race more. The blood pumping in both his penis and his heart are competing with one another. Which deserves more of his resources? In his current state he thinks his member deserves the attention. Mistress would want it that way, he thinks. A lowly deviant, delegated as a lapdog shouldn’t get a say. They do as they are told and look the part. With the pounding in his chest and sexual desire pumping the blood, he asks quietly. “Mistress, I want to kiss you. I want to feel your tongue touch mine.” He waits for a response, for a moment she only continues to play with his hair as she looks down upon him like a lesser being. “I admire your courage to ask such a question. Yes, I will let you kiss me, but I want you to wear the panties.” She takes the panties and stands up, extending a hand to give them to him.
Mike puts on the wet crimson panties, and as he goes to sit back down she stops him. “Dogs sit in their owner’s lap. So come here, I want to feel your new lingerie against my thighs.” Silvia goes to sit down on the couch and plops down with force. Her tits bounce and sway, as she extends her legs so only a bit of her dripping peach is visible. Mike climbs onto her and sits in her lap. The warmth and comfort he feels now is overwhelming. The lingerie is soft against his skin, his erection begins to grow once more. Their eyes close as they lock lips. Silvia caresses Mike’s hair once again. Her lips are wet and warm while his are smooth and quivering. They both moan together as their tongues dance within each other’s mouths. He can taste her spit, it’s just like his cum, salty yet delicious. He puts a hand on her tits and begins to knead them like dough, softly pressing into her body and releasing. Silvia moves one hand down to Mike’s crouch. He has a half chub, it partly peaks out through the panties. “You look good in delicate clothing. Truly a submissive slave to his mistress.” Silvia smirks as she grips his shaft from the outside. The texture of the panties feels amazing on his dick. She begins to move her hand up and hearing him moan into her mouth. With the other hand, she moves from his head to slowly down his back. Silvia stops when she reaches his ass. It’s small, but manageable. She grips it well as she plays with his cock even more.
“Jesus, fucking use me mistress. I want to be your toy. I want to be yours, only yours.” Mike cries out in his head, knowing he cannot audibly speak unless commanded to. Silvia begins to suck on his lips, pulling a bit before letting go. She advances onto his neck and begins licking her property. At this point Mike stops playing with her tits and sits there taking it all in. She kisses his neck with the determination to leave hickies as a calling card of sexual deviance. Her hand moves with grace, and now touches his shaft directly. Mike moans and is complete putty in her hands. The moans get louder and louder as she toys with him. The hand by his ass gets closer and closer to its hole. She begins to play with the outside of it, just one finger circling like a shark. Silvia goes to suckle on his earlobe and this sends Mike over the edge, but is stopped by the sudden bit of pressure he feels. Silvia has just one little bit of her finger inside him, and she whispers into his ear, “You are mine dog, if that isn’t clear enough I will make you mine.” Her words ring in Mike’s ear, he begins to rapidly breathe. His cock is now throbbing again, begging for more attention. Like a shark sensing a seal in distress, Silvia moves back and pounces on Mike’s throbbing member.
“I want you to enjoy the ride of your life baby. You can’t make too much noise though, a good dog does not make noise.” She picks up her used panties from this morning, instead of crimson red it is black like the night. The ones she wore that day are still soaked in her sweat, juices, and aspiring thoughts. Now her panties soaked in her juices are inside his gaping mouth once again. The taste is amazing. Mike sucks the absorbed essence of his mistress and swallows it all. She adjusts her feet and legs and squats, hovering above his hardened cock. Slowly, her pussy envelops Mike’s cock. Her insides are warm and moist, he can feel her inside muscles gripping his penis even tighter. It seems like ages, but her teasing on the way down finally stops. Silvia can feel Mike’s manhood against her butt. She is soaking in his member; dominating him and assuring of his submissive nature. His mistress straddles his body, like a cowgirl hitched up on her horse. The horse obeys every command using their reigns. The thought passes through her mind of saving that idea for later. For now she stares down at him, his glistening body reflects the light of Silvia’s room. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead; his eyes plead with hers and ask for more enslavement.
Mike’s body is all hers to take advantage of. How pitiful it is for an adoring caring woman like Silvia. To Mike’s surprise however, her nature did change behind that locked door. He thinks to himself as his cock is sheathed inside of his mistress, what if he had done this earlier in the tour. The deviant thoughts racing through his mind now are overwhelming. He imagines himself fucking her and sucking on her tits as they drive across the country behind the tour bus’s curtain to hide their secrets. He would need to be gagged, as Mike can not resist the urge to moan and scream out the euphoria he feels when she is all over him. Maybe they would stop at a rest area and have the bus all to themselves, dominated by a bountiful goddess of a mistress. Would he get to be used a seat for the very long car ride ahead of them? Time would only tell, but in his eyes he could be fired within days and this would not matter. He snaps out of daydreaming to Silvia grinding on him while still inside. His moans and screams are muffled as he extends two hands up to her. The slave wants to grope her tits; grasp them like they are his security blanket. It brings him warmth and comfort. His hands are still warm from before, and he plays with her nipples as Silvia moans. He needs her, needs her body, wishes to own it but cannot. However she owns him, he is her property and nothing more.
Like Calypso adoring over Odysseus, Silvia begins to ride Mike hard. “Tell me when you are close, because I want you to edge hard. I want to feel your warm juices inside me, when I want to! Got that baby?” Mike gives a repeated nod in between deep and sharp inhales as well as exhales. Echoing throughout the dressing room are slaps of skin on skin. The clapping of her ass cheeks are like a metronome of sexual beauty. Her breasts bounce up and down to the rhythmic thrusts from Silvia’s toy. Silvia springs up and down as her hands rub Mike’s body, and occasionally using Mike’s hands for balance.
Up and down, feeling each nerve brushed against his rod.
Up and down, taking in his submissive eyes of wanton.
Up and down, her breasts becoming magnetized to his hands.
Mike gets antsy and pushes the envelop further, he begins thrusting with her, pushing deeper into her body. Silvia yelps and chuckles, regaining composure she moans but adjusts to a dominating tone “Taking a gamble are we? I can feel your cock throbbing more and more. Don’t bet it all on black baby.”
He thrusts into her body, playing with her nipples in his fragile hands.
He thrusts into her body, tasting the salty sweetness of her soaked lingerie in his mouth.
He thrusts into her body, his shaven balls slapping against Silvia’s plump ass.
Mike removes a hand from her boobs and taps her on the shoulder. “Mistress I can’t hold it anymore. I’m going to cum soon.” His mistress rolls her eyes and sighs “You simple manservant. You can’t even last long. Fine, I will let you cum but I want you to beg. Beg for it like the dog you are.” She bounces deeper and harder now, making his begging to be more forceful and demanding. Mike spits out the panties and screams “Mistress please! I’m your dog, your pet! I want to cum inside you!” Mike did not even get to finish his begging plea before warm hot cream is pumped inside Silvia’s moist pussy. She stops to grind on his hard dick. He moans and thrusts, periodically his cock pulses with more cum seeping out. Then for a couple of minutes they stop and stare at each other, scanning their bodies for more sexual pleasuring memories. After a couple more bounces on his cock, she gets off and stands over him. “Because you did not wait for me to tell you when to cum, I demand you to clean me up.” Silvia scolds him, and inches her pussy closer to Mike’s face. “Lick your lips baby, your dessert is here. I hope you have enough room.” Mike’s next treat is right in front of him. The smell of mixing of both her sweat and cum and his is daunting. It fills his nostrils and fuels his energy to further pleasure his mistress.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vcmw2k/a_cup_of_tea_part_4_mf