Molly arrives home early

As Paul heard Molly’s heels crossing through the entry way at a rather brisk pace, he quickly moved over to the bed to kick his kilt & training gear under the bed before she sees them. He sees the orange top slide under the skirt just as he heard her enter the room.

Spinning around, Paul locks eyes with Molly & sees an animalistic hunger he hasn’t seen from her in a while. Glancing down he sees her grab the belt on her wrap dress. She quickly undoes the belt and pulls open to reveal her naked body only covered by the small remnants of her dress still hanging from her shoulders.

Taking the last few strides to him, she grasps his towel and pulls into give him a very determined kiss while rubbing her exposed nipples over his chest. As she breaks the kiss, he breaks the silence, “you’re home early, slut.”

“yes, Master,” she responds ripping open his towel and tossing it aside, wrapping her thigh around him as she moves her arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss trying to rub her throbbing crotch over his.

As she pulls away again, Paul manages to call out, “hungry, slut?”

Molly can barely catch her breath as her wild eyes stare at him again, she nods incessantly and slowly slides down his body. As she passes down his chest, she moves her hands down and shimmies her chest to release her dress down her arms, while simultaneously bouncing her tits on either side of his cock, before finally reaching her knees to the floor as she stares at his growing rod before her.

Seeing a small pearl at the tip of his cock, she extends her tongue out and lightly moves forward enough just to have her tip go slightly inside his. Curling her tongue back into her mouth she clothes her eyes and moans, as a shiver runs up Paul’s spine from the sensitive tip.

Seeing him distracted, she pushes back on hips causing him to sit down on the bed. Pushing his knees apart she moves forward on her knees kicking her discarded dress out of her way with her heels, plunging her lips fully over his cock pulling its growing girth into her mouth.

As she holds him inside her mouth, she runs her tongue along the underside of her base as she breathes in his essence through her mouth. However, she’s met with a rather odd and foreign flavor she doesn’t recognize.

Slowly pulling herself off his cock trying to hide the discomfort, she attempts to reset her senses with a few deep breathes before licking her lips as she looks up at him and dives in to feed her desire. Unfortunately, she’s met again with a foreign soapy flavor that tinges her taste. She continues to try to push through and get more out of him to drowned the odd invasive flavor.

Molly realizes this is really harshing her desire but still wants to feed off his essence. Pulling back, she has an idea to keep the mood going, “Sir, may I get some cherry oil to place on this glorious desert, Master?”

“Quickly, cum slut,” Paul urges, “I’ll be keeping myself warm, but if you don’t return before I finish, I’ll have to take a shower to clean it up.”

Panic on multiple levels pass over Molly’s face as he lays back in the middle of the bed and begins rubbing his stiff cock. Jumping up, she tries to shuffle on her heels to the living room to grab the jug. While she wants to run back, she realizes the jug is too big not to make a mess so she grabs a small empty squeeze bottle next it and fills it up.

Returning to the bedroom, she can see his cock is still stiffly at attention, but is thankful to see he was only manipulating it enough to maintain the stimulation and was not rubbing it to completion.

Moving her knees forward, she kneels on the bed next to him, her mouth wide with delight and hunger returning to her eyes. Squeezing oil into one hand, she closes the bottle on the bed, rubs her hands together and begins rubbing up & down the shaft while massaging excess oil into his groin as she looks at him hungrily and pleadingly.

“Feast, cum slut,” Paul instructs.

Plunging her face into his crotch, she devours his cock to her throat; moaning as her senses are assaulted with the delightfully sweet & herbal aroma of the cherries & berry oil, masking the unappealing residual soap from his shower. Spreading her knees apart to get closer to him, she begins devouring his cock trying to pull up her creamy reward. Her mind has been distracted and wanton all day just thinking about this, and now that she’s here she can’t decide if she wants to savor it for hours or consume it all in an instant. Feeling the conditioned air move over her dripping labia reminds her just how much a desiring slut she is and she shivers from the pure brazenness of her activities, her hormone drunk brain just trying to process all of her sensations.

Paul was still amazed at how animalist and wonderfully desirable she could become at giving him such pleasure. As he continued to basically devour his crotch, he looked over to see her glistening cunt wiggle in the air as a drop slowly begins to dangle from just over her hood about to drop on the bed spread.

Not wanting to miss out on the meal, Paul reaches to her closer thigh, and gripping up near her hip, he firmly lifts up her pelvis and moves her leg to his other side, pivoting her body around his pole, her lips never leaving his cock. A whimper escapes her throat as grips the top of her upper thighs once her groan is centered over her body and he pulls her bright crotch into his face.

Molly’s world begins to shift and move, fighting disorientation she centers her world around her Master’s cock as she feels it rotate in her mouth, she relishes in his textures as her tongue holds onto the surface of his twisting rod. Panic briefly enters her mind as she feels a **** pulling her away from her Master’s crotch nearly loosing contact with his cock, but just keeping the tip within her lips she begins to take comfort in his rod.

Driving his tongue up his labia, she moans and tries to mimic the action on his cock as she moves her head up and down his shaft. Working to get his arms comfortable with her legs, he knocks the squeeze bottle a bit. Figuring he’ll share in the sweet treat too, he blinding grabs the oil bottle and maneuvers it over her already dripping cunt. Squeezing a small river out, the oil mixes with her juices and dribbles down to his awaiting tongue into his mouth. Seeing her hips shake from the cold sensation of the fresh oil, he grips her thighs to bury his nose into her hole while shoves his tongue along her engorged clit and up her slit.

Molly’s mind explodes under the additional onslaught of her clit and pussy; and her natural instinct begins to kick in as she rocks back to push her crotch into the welcome invader before pushing her body forward to consume more of the wanted cock.

Paul relishes in his face being consumed by her pussy as she pulls up along his cock before pushing back down his crotch. Griping her thighs again, he moves his head up to greet her pussy burying his face in her folds; shortening her stokes.

For her part, her limited brain power appreciates the direction of her body and gladly follows the non-verbal communication. Accepting the movement with vigur she attacks his cock with enhanced passion being able to move only part way up his cock before being reward with an invader of her pussy as she then returns to engulf more of her prize.

The quickly both loose count of her strokes and movement before he begins to feel the eruption arriving.

She feels his rod begin to twitch and buries the tip deep in her mouth at her throat to enjoy it all.

Feeling his nuts contract and empty up his shaft, Paul leans up to latch his lips over her clit and sucks in deeply as he cums, inhaling through her pussy lips consumed by her cherry flavored scents.

As her creamy reward hits the back of her mouth and feeling the onslaught below and gloriously trapped between both of his heads, she explodes in an earth-shattering orgasm, riding his face while she swallows his essence and breathes in his crotch.

Slowly, Paul finally experiences his final twitch explosion and leans back on the pillow trying to catch his breath enjoying the view of her pulsating, flexing pussy as she continues to suckle and enjoy his cock.

As the lingering adrenaline is consumed by her body, her thighs begin to slide out as her crotch lands on his chest and she slowly rests her head next to his cock panting and catching her breath.

They rest there on the bed with her body over his, their pounding hearts slowing down in sync as the come down from their respective highs. Feeling his mental faculties return, Paul manages to pant out, “welcome home, slut”.

Molly giggles out between pants, “thank you, Master,” reaching up to gently pet his retreating cock.

Flinching a bit from the most sensitive area, she feels his whole body shake underneath her and feels a final mini-explosion roll up her spine as she moans win pleasure.

Stopping her before she decides to try to devour him again, he lifts one thigh over his body to join the other next to him. Feeling the pressure of her thighs against her engorged labia, she moans from the sensation as well as being moved off of her comfy partner.

Sitting up, Paul grabs the shoulder closest to him, and maneuvers her torso up to him. Laying back down he slides her tits over his body laying her head on his chest; her legs flopping across the bed before she gets enough energy to move them into a comfortable position, curling up against her Master and looks up at him; her mouth plastered in a euphoric grin.

Her half open eyes take several minutes to finally focus on his face before her brain tries to interpret what it’s seeing. Paul shifts and looks at her questioning face with an inquisitive look of his own.

Molly’s brain tries to figure out what the red streaks are on his face knowing she couldn’t be bleeding like that and then suddenly remembers the note from this morning. Her euphoric brain flooded with happy hormones breaks into a fit of giggles at the realization of the lipstick covering her partner’s face.

Paul tries to understand the joke & would love to share in it with her but can’t for the life of him figure out what it is. Nervously chuckling a bit himself, “what you, silly slut?”

“your face, Sir,” she fights out through the giggles.

Reaching up he rubs his hand over his face and sees redness on his fingers, and panics a bit before Molly can squeak out more from her giggles.

“lipstick,” before returning to giggles.

Seeing Paul still didn’t comprehend, she struggles to continue, “from note <giggles> this morning”

Suddenly remembering the unique signature, he finally pieced together that she must have actually put lipstick on her pussy lips to leave the note. Being in on the joke with him, he began to break into his own chuckles realizing the redness of her cunt wasn’t just from her own arousal.

“Guess I better shower again,” he gets out between chuckles. Sliding out from under her, he climbs off the bed and enjoys watching her languish there. However, he also realizes he should probably also ensure she’s thoroughly cleaned too. “Obviously you need some cleaning too; join me, slut”

Moaning partially from the idea of joining him, having him be more intimate with her, but also not looking forward to having to move, she reluctantly begins to move her lead weighted limbs.

She can hear the shower water start as she stands up and struggles to strut to the bathroom with her elevated ankles and deminished brain capacity, she manages to stumble into him next to the shower stall. “Reporting for duty, Sir,” she says trying to salute.

“Maybe you should take your heels off, babe.”

Looking down as if it was a major revelation, forgetting in her haste, she hadn’t removed the other piece of clothing she was wearing: her shoes. Seeing them all the way down at the floor she tries to steady herself to venture down to unbuckle them.

Seeing her sway unsteady, Paul takes mercy on her, “stay there; I’ll help,” he directs as he kneels down and undoes her shoes as she kicks them off to the side.

As he stands back up, Molly cries out, “my savior, Sir!” and tosses her arms round him to firmly kiss him again.

Feeling the temperature is up to snuff, he picks her up while she kisses him and turns to step into the shower with her closing the door behind them.

Molly giggles as she is flung around before being set on the tile. Handing her a warm washcloth, he takes a wet sponge and presses his hand between her thighs, “get my face, would you?”

“yes, Sir,” she squeaks as the soft sponge begins to rub along her tender lips removing the remnants of this morning triste.

Trying to focus on his face, she gets all the marks she’s pretty sure before realizing he’s staring at her with a grin. It takes her a moment to realize he’s stopped moving his hand and she’s been unconsciously rubbing her crotch along the sponge essentially humping it.

Blushing profusely, Molly bit her lip as he teased her, “you didn’t have to stop on my account, slut.”

Closing her eyes to try to push down the embarrassment and enjoy the sensation, she slowly started moving her hips rocking forward and back against the soft sponge.

As she stroked forward, she could feel his cock hit her thigh and she let a moan escape. Feeling his shaft get stiffer with each encounter, she blindly reached out and began pumping his cock with her hand.

Paul was enjoying watching her enjoy her body’s stimulation. When she began to include him in her motions, stimulating and energizing his cock. As the excitement built in him, he began to push against her increasing the sensation. As he reached his full stiffness, he dropped the sponge to the side.

Molly felt the sponge fall way and whimpered missing the stimulation. A pout crossed her face and she opened her eyes to see what was the matter, but it was her turn to be encountered with an animalistic view staring at her. Her eyes went wide as he tossed her arms over his shoulders, grabbed her thighs, and shoved her up against the cold tile wall, lifting her feet off the ground. Suspended for a moment, she felt his cock line up with her pussy before he let gravity pull her down onto his rod and only let her stop once her crotch met his.

Pressing his chest into hers wedging her to the wall, with his cock buried in to the hilt in her, he lifted one leg up until it was on his shoulder and then the other leg, leaving her bent in half suspended in the air against the tile wall. She squirmed over him partly trying to feel relief but also trying to figure out how she could get out if needed.

Realizing she was now effectively trapped on his penis, with nowhere to go and no real ability to do anything even if she wanted, she wanted to see what he did next.

She didn’t have to wait long until Paul shifted his hips back a little, pulling half way out of her, and then slamming completely to the base lifting her up an inch before gravity brought her back onto him. The strong, abrupt sensation blew over her mind causing her eyes to roll back in her head as she gulped out a moan.

She was barely able to regain her vision before he repeated the process but continued in rapid succession. Molly’s brain quickly resigned to the fact she was only along for the blissful ride as she was used for his pleasure and it just drove her mutual desire & let the waves build within her.

As he felt his next eruption build within him, Paul continued pounding her suspended body against the tile and shouted out, “Cum, you fucking slut!” as he released into her.

Hearing his command, she opened her eyes and could barely latch onto his gaze as she blissfully followed his directions and let her body release. Feeling his seed hit against her back wall she tried to will it to last longer trying to flex around his cock and lift her body up & down on his shoulders.

Inevitably, he gradually slowed the pace until finally she was left quivering on his cock. Finally, his cock softened at the shower water began to loose all heat and he knew they needed to get out soon.

Feeling his rod escape her, her eyes shot open as she heard a heavy drop beneath her. She tried to flex her pelvic floor willing her gaping hole to close while she looked at him pleading.

He caught the silently plead on her face, but missed its true meaning, “wanting more, slut?”

Biting her lip, Molly emphatically nodded her head yes and tried to figure out how she could get safely down.

“Well, while I would love to keep going, I’m afraid I’m going to be spent for a bit.”

“no,” she responded pensively and tried to looked down feeling an insistent need build in her, “may i?”

“May you what, slut?”

Hearing another heavy drop, she quickly blurted out, “may your greedy cum slut feed off you, Master??” Before her face went completely red. It had been years since she came to terms with enjoying semen, but the perpetual training left her with an almost pathologic desire to not let it go to waste. The twisted pleasure always made her feel so calm & pleasurable but to be denied like this left her in an almost panic state.

Paul, barely understanding the depths of her tie to the semen, loved seeing how much joy she received from it; he almost envied the pleasure he got from it.

Acquiescing to her request, he slowly slid her legs off his shoulder, setting feet on the ground.

As soon as he took a step back, Molly dropped to her knees and began sucking on his cock as she reached beneath herself below her crotch as she felt their juices escape from her. Another euphoric calmness washed over as she was pleased, she was able to capture her reward and prevent from losing any.

Enjoying watching her consume his seed, he reached behind to turn of the water having long sense lost all its thermal energy. Feeling him drained completely, he gently stroked her face as he took a step back, “that’s a good, cum slut.”

She blissfully smiled under the adoration. As he turned to step out to find towels, she languishly lifted her hand and licked the last beautiful trace of their mixed essence from her hand.

Returning with fresh towels, he handed her one and slowly helped her up off the tile to step into the bathroom.

After patting herself dry, Molly turned to grab some of her floral body oil.

Paul finished scrubbing himself dry and watched her up and down her legs & her arms, “what is that again, hun?”

“This? Oh its just some body oil. Helps lock in the clean moisture and rejuvenate my skin; help keep it soft.”

“Ahh.”

“You know, now that you’ve gone with the smooth body style, you probably should consider some after care to protect your skin.”

“Huh? Sure, I guess so, I’ll try some,” Paul responded reaching out his hand.

Molly scrunched her face at that, “umm... this is a really floral scent; it kind of stays with you.”

“See, and here I thought you just naturally smelled like a bouquet of roses.”

GIggling, Molly respond, “damn! Letting all my secrets out.”

Paul chuckled, “just a few more decades, and I’ll discover them all, slut!”

Molly giggled, “you know, that berry herbal oil would work well, but its scent doesn’t linger. That might be really good for you.”

“Ya, I guess.”

“Perfect!! I’ll go get it! Wait right here!” Molly said as she dashed out the door returning with the less then half filled jug.

Paul stuck out his hand to her to get some oil.

“Actually, Sir, may I serve you and apply this to you? Show you the right way to cover it?” Molly requests with eager anticipation knowing how good it feels to have this rubbed over her body. The idea of being able to spread that all over his body almost excites her as much as the note.

Paul chuckles a bit, “I think I could figure it out on my own, but that bout of eagerness deserves a reward.” Moving to a parade rest stance, he places his feet apart, straightens his back, and folds his arms behind him. “You may proceed, slut.”

Molly almost squeals with delight as she rushes over to kneel at his feet to start with rubbing down his legs.

For the next half hour, Molly relishes in the tingling touch of his skin as he thoroughly covers his entire body with the oil. Making sure to rub it in deeply, but not to the point of massaging; she didn’t have time for that today. She’d be hard press to say which part was her second favorite; strong legs, powerful arms, smooth chest, wonderful skull, luscious ass, firm back; not sure. But regardless, she was sure she saved the best for last as she took time to longing massage his cock to see if she could get him going again.

Unfortunately, Paul was ripped away from his blissful, standing nearly daydream but the over stimulation of his cock causing almost pain. Flinching back he commanded, “I think that covers it all, babe.”

Pouting from the floor, she lifts her eyes to stare at him, “yes, Sir.”

“That was definitely very thorough, hun,” Paul languishly continues, “feeeels reeeeally goooood,” he unintentionally draws the words out.

Molly giggles a bit, “well, I’ll be happy to do that anytime we shower together, Sir, but if you're by yourself, arms and legs should be a priority.”

Paul suddenly realizes how late it is, “I’m famished; you hungry?”

“Starving!” Molly giggles, “even if you did feed me twice.”

They both stumbled out to the kitchen to find something to satiated their hunger before passing out asleep on the couch naked together surrounded by their scavenged food & snacks watching some comedic series on the latest streaming service.