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Alison Krauss – Down To The River To Pray
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Hi Woody :-*
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June 2, 2015 at 10:09 pm in reply to: AChat publishes big update. Achat 2 is released May 26 2015 #148832Poker rooms are full! What is this bullshit?
INXS – Mediate
Happy Birthday, Blueberry
Count them all for me
Jewel – Who Will Save Your Soul
40 Inspirational Speeches in 2 Minutes
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(really proud of this part. wrote 90 percent of it this afternoon)
Madame Claire expected her whims known, but I soon learned her tells. If she came upstairs with all her things in tow, she would be eating in her chambers. When she finally tossed her shirt to her bed then I had better run the bath. Most aristocrats can ignore their servants during “personal” duties, but Claire seemed to relish in it. She would stare at me as she languished, naked in the tub. She would order me to wash her and lift her leg and actually engage me in conversation during these awkward times.
“Tell me what it was like.” She said as I sponged her left foot.
“Madame?” I said confused.
“Taking a cock. You like it I assume. You moaned like a whore.” Her blunt haughty tone was meant to get a reaction.
My face blushed and my eyes stayed looking at the water. “I… I don’t know how to explain, Madame. Have you never…” I trailed off making myself more embarrassed.
“Hah” Madame scoffed. “This is about you, slut, not me. Now what is it like having a man’s cock go into you. Invading you over and over to finally leave its… fluid.
“I…um,huh” I sighed not knowing how to describe what she wished to know. “It is just a bigger finger Madame. Think of it that way.”
“Go on. How do you feel about it?”
“I want it. I have held them in my hand before and…” I stopped, my own words making me go scarlet.
“YES?” Madame was insistent.
“I will hold it,” I continued, “feeling it harden more in my hand. I will stroke it gently, feeling it pulse.” I looked up at Claire, pleading that was enough.
“And when they get hard?” She did not relent.
I looked back to the tub. “I will lick it. Along its shaft and to its crowning head. Sometimes I kiss it.”
“You love the cock?” Madame asked.
I glanced over to notice her hand between her own open legs. “It is something I want, Madame.” I tried to be honest with her.”It is desire, lust, not love, Madame.” Her fingers were definitely moving. “I need it to be hard and…ready, so I kiss it and fondle it and make it wet.”
“With your mouth.” Madame added helpfully.
“Yes, Madame. I will suck him till he is fully hard.” The words were not getting any easier.
“Did my cousin return the favor or did he just mount you dry?”
For some reason my confession was most embarrasing. “I was already wet, Madame.” I closed my eyes thinking I could not look at her.
“So you lay back and opened your legs for him?” Oddly her tone was no longer condemning.
“Yes, Madame.”
“And it went in.” she pushed for more.
“It slide home, like knife to sheath, Madame. With my legs wide and my wetness, he… went inside easily.”
“And you liked it?”
“Yes”
“And you moaned?”
“Yes”
“Did you cling to him?”
“I wrapped my arms around his back. My feet found his rump, Madame, as he, as he pumped me.” My eyes strayed over again and Madame was most assuredly diddling herself.
“And what did it feel like.”
“It filled me,” I confessed. “I felt its heat as it moved in and out of me. I clung tighter as my need built.”
“He was making you climax?”
“Yes, Madame. He is big and he would grind right on top of me. My knees were up and then he grabbed them.”
“And” Madame’s voice sounded impatient.
“He pressed them back and began to ride me hard. He bounced on top of me and the bed, surely must have creaked. But he did not care, we did not care. I moaned and cried as I felt it build and then…” My own hand had left Madame’s foot and was at my own mound.
“He climaxed.” Madame finished for me.
“Yes, and my own came crashing around me like a wave. I gripped him and clung to him I felt him shoot it inside of me and that felt so warm and delicious as well. My body gripped him and held him inside.”
Madame stood up. Her lithe body wet and smooth as she leaned toward me. My mind raced. I was excited but from the memory, but she was here.
“Drop your hand, slut.” She commanded quietly right next to me. “On the floor, NOW.”
I quickly lay next to Madame’s bath as she began to step out, her alabaster body still dripping with water. She stepped right over me, her legs on either side of my head and looked down at me.
“You played with yourself.” She did not accuse but presented facts that I still tried to argue.
“I was only about to…” but she waved a finger over me.
“Pull your skirts up.” she directed.
they raised showing my wet thighs and my lack of panties. Claire squatted down over me, her own sex now just inches from my face.“OPEN”
My legs went wide at her command and then she reached forward to cup my mound and went to her knees. Now I could only see her pussy before me. I felt her finger slide along my wet lips.
“Who owns you?”
“You, Madame.” I recited.
“And whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, Madame.” I obediently declared.
I felt a smack at those wet lips and my ass jumped from the floor. “So they are not yours to play with.”
I held back tears, “No, Madame.”
Her fingers rubbed along both lips again. “You are mine to play with,” and she smacked again making me bite my lip.
“Yes, Madame. I’m so sorry, Madame.” I begged quickly. I had learned it was best to let her get a swat or two before pleading, but the tears were real rolling from my eyes.
Still she toyed with my pussy, “How many of my fingers would fill you like him, I wonder?”
“I don’t…” I began before she spanked my poor pussy again.
“That was rhetorical, slut.”
Madame leaned back and her pussy and ass covered my face as she reached into the tub. Finally I got some air as she went forward and then I felt it. Four of her slim fingers were soaped and jammed into my quim. I cried out from pain.
“Please, Madame.” I begged.
“Too big?” She was nonchalant.
“Too soon, Madame.” I cried under her.
“But who is bigger?”
“You, Madame. It hurts.” I begged until she pulled from me and covered my face again.
“Eat me, slut.”
I left my legs open, to scared to close them, but my hands reached for her slim white cheeks. I lapped at my mistress’s folds, softly but urgently, like kitten licks to cream. I lapped at her wet drippings, tasting the honey nectar. I licked along her slit but not in, not yet. My tongue lapped along its line and nearly to her newly scrubbed bung. Madame wiggled and settled down more and then I pierced her hole with my extended tongue. I licked inside of her, my nose cradled under her bottom. I felt Madame grind on me, her usual encouragement to my efforts. I pushed my tongue in and out, fucking my Madame in the only way I could.
“One finger, slut” I heard from her.
I bent my arm in a strange way so her clit was still under my tongue’s attack but my index finger could find her slot. It ran along my nose and into her pussy. I lapped at her button as my digit found its home. Madame was wetter than I was and her inner pink folds immediately gripped me. I worked into her with only the one and she was tight, my Madame would always be tight. I felt her squirm above me, her hips rotating her pleasure. She neither smacked my pussy nor touched it. Madame worked on her own cum. I felt her lay across me and my job was easier. I nibbled her clitoris and worked her little pussy, back and forth. I let my other fingers glance against her lips, wondering if I dared put in another. Claire’s hips were rocking now and I could feel her breath at my belly and thighs but still she left my sex alone. I didn’t care. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted my Mistress happy and I would be happy. I pulled my finger and cradled her petite butt in my arms, planting my mouth over her folds. I sucked at all of Madame, who rewarded me with a groan.
“Finger, finger.” Now it was her that seemed to beg.
I put in two and drove them fast and hard. Madame gasped but didn’t complain. Her squeals got higher and I knew her need was great and so near. I worked like a steam train rolling at speed, in and out as her pussy clamped.
“AAAaaaahhhh” was my reward, my Madame did cum and cum and cum. I held the fingers inside, not moving as she rode it out. She shook above me until her face landed in my bush and her breath panted there. Slowly I disengaged and was bold to kiss her cheeks just as they meet her thighs.
But like a cat she sprang off of me and sat with one leg cocked on the floor next to me and her arm rested across that knee. She smiled at me, like a contented cat at that, and purred her praise. “Very good, little pet. You are forgiven, this time. Now off to bed.
“Yes, Madame” I said quickly, hoping to go be by myself to fill my own need as she left it.
“But pet, do not touch yourself,” as if reading my mind. “If I catch you I will beat you and you will think tonight’s spanks were play. Understand?”
I nodded but could not help looking crestfallen, my cake had been taken away from me and I was being told to not wipe the icing with my finger. “Yes, Madame.”
“Off to bed.” She got herself up and moved to her bedroom, leaving me to collect myself.
Counting Crows – Big Yellow Taxi
I would give it to my son (he plays)
What if I gave you Fame or Riches, but not both.
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