Under the kilt

Paul pleasantly woke up the next morning still wrapped around Molly. He could feel his morning wood pleasantly twitching between her ass cheeks. Thoughts quickly went through his mind about ways to aggressively wake her up. Unfortunately, there was an urgent pressing need from his bladder for relief.

Postponing his plans of waking her up in hedonistic morning attack, he carefully slid out of the bed and padded to take care of pressing issues. Unfortunately, he was still standing at full attention, so it took some time to line up things appropriately.

After several minutes, he was finally relieved but his youthful wood had disappeared to a more manageable flaccid. Thinking back to how he woke up and what was planning, he began physically stimulating himself to get back to a more usable rigidity.

As he was preparing to return to the bedroom to initiate his ****, he heard Molly from the bedroom, “hun??? What is this?”

Panic went through his head trying to think if he had left some training aid or workout set lying around. Where his boots out, sneakers, what? What did he forget? The panic causing his penis to quickly deflate against his swollen ball sack.

Slowly turning to lean into the room to face what music was waiting for him.

“When did you get a new kilt, Sir?? You know I always loved you in your old ones!!” Standing there she was holding the solid black one from a few days ago. Had it really only been that long?

“Oh, ya, I uh thought it might be time to try one again...”

“I was really disappointed when getting fit meant the old ones wouldn’t stay up for you anymore.” Molly reminisced but continued conspiratorially, “While I didn’t mind what they revealed at all, it did kind of defeat the purpose.”

“Ya, even with a strong belt, they bunched up way too much. I think they’re still in the back of the closet.”

Molly kind of cringed at the thought, “Actually, I think they were part of the Goodwill shipment we did during our ‘Proud we’re fit’ purge.”

“Oh, you’re right... We were sorry to see them go, but didn’t want them to be a goal to get back to.”

“But now that you’re at a good spot you got this?!?” Molly intoned eagerly.

“Ya, exactly.”

Walking seductively up to him with the kilt in front of her, Paul couldn’t help but notice how her hips swayed with each step, even how the kilt just held in the air in front of her swished back and forth. “Would you wear it for me this weekend, Master?” she pleaded as she got on her knees spreading them before him presenting the garment Bill had gotten him for training but had instructed to use it elsewhere.

“I’ll wear it, but you only wear what you are now,” Paul agreed nodding to her nude body before him.

Molly giggled gleefully as she undid the kilt and wrapped it around behind leaning forward to kiss his stiffening cock before she buttoned up the flap in front and looked up at her Master in awe wriggling her toes feeling a dampness build in the carpet beneath her bringing a blush to her face.

“Go grab me a shirt and I’ll make us some breakfast, slut,” Paul instructed as he turned to head to the kitchen.

Molly enjoyed watching the kilt flare out behind him seeing his strong legs disappear under it as he turned, she hoped to join them later under there.

Walking into the dark closet, she grabbed a steel blue workout t-shirt for him to lounge around in. She loved how the cut framed his shoulders and excitedly padded back out to the kitchen.

With everything gathered for the breakfast he had planned; he was glad to see his girl strutting back in naked carrying his shirt; he could even forgive the powder blue colors because he knew how she loved the color reflecting off his irises. “Thanks, hun. It shouldn’t take me long.”

“yes, Sir. I’ll be right back.”

She went off to freshen herself while he fixed their meal. Seeing the body oil in the bathroom she figured she’d put some on to minimize her skin drying out and soften some of it. Rubbing it up and down her arms she started to feel the relaxing tingle go over skin. Propping her leg up she was really enjoying the sweet smell and moving over she continued even more feeling so much relaxation come over her. Rubbing down her legs she could feel her nipple slip over her smooth skin and sent a shiver down her spine.

As her hand moved up her thigh, she could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy. Reaching up she could feel the wetness dribble down her lips rubbing her oil covered fingers her eyes shuttered as she could feel a special tingle envelope her clit. With her other hand she began to rub under her breast and tease her nipple, gently pulling on it.

Opening her eyes briefly, she could see the slut in the mirror playing with her tit and pussy. She had to will herself to stop before she spent way too long in the restroom. Shaking her head to try to get the growing cobwebs out of her mind, she tried to finish freshening her look and making sure she was presentable. She was still amazed at how he found her not so youthful form so appealing; she could see every wrinkle and imperfection, but stopped herself before she went down that downer spiral again.

However, when she stood back and took another look at her view, she could see a heavy shine from one tit more than the other. Realizing that was the one she had played with she grabbed more oil and tried to balance out her appearance. Forcing herself to stop, she realized she had gone too far and worked more oil into the other side, feeling her breathing increase more and more, she reached up to the other tit and began massaging both of them as she saw her reflections pussy begin dripping again.

“Breakfast is ready, slut,” Paul shouted from the kitchen.

Molly broke out of her self-induced haze as her Master shouted out. Shoving her hands down to her side, she shouted a reply, “Be right there, Sir!” Feeling a little nervous about breaking out of her state and trying to rebuild her confidence she whispered to herself “I am beautiful. I am wonderful. I am sexy.” Taking a deep breath, she continued, ”I am powerful. It’s okay to be a slut.” She finished with a wicked grin and turned to strut out to the dining room.

Seeing her kilted husband placing a bountiful breakfast on the table she shuddered a bit in the doorway watching him work so diligently through her half open eyes to provide for her.

“Ahh, there you are, my beauty,” Paul said at seeing her return. He marveled at how she seemed to absolutely radiate energy with those bedroom eyes to this day.

Almost groggy still, Molly focused her eyes on him while trying to keep her balance, “would you mind taking this to the couch so I can sit on my floor pillow?” She always felt so far away from him when sitting at the table naked.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Paul moved the breakfast to the living room while Molly slowly strutted over to get her large pillow and place it in front of his seat.

Curling up at his feet, she languishly picked at her food enjoying the heat from his bare legs running along her body. Looking up at him she could see him enjoying his nourishment and glad to see his contentment, but as she glanced a bit lower, her vision was caught by a faint outline of a shadow under his kilt that rested above his knees.

Feeling a different hunger building in her, she licked her lips and slowly began moving up his legs. Paul stopped mid-bite as he suddenly felt her hair tickling his legs. Moving his plate out of the way he saw her head disappear beneath the hem of his kilt. “Hungry, slut?”

Focused intently on her target she nodded her head and moaned as she breathed in his focused scent from the confines of his kilt. Setting his plate aside, Paul sat back and enjoyed watching her naked body wriggle before as he felt her lips kiss the tip of his cock. Slowly rubbing her lips up and down the shaft, she could feel the rush of blood moving into his shaft. Running the tip of her tongue along the bottom of the hardening cock, she moaned as she felt a shiver run through his thighs.

Her eyes adjusting to the dusky hue under his kilt, she focused on his cock as she wrapped her lips around her target. The thick material softened the ambient sound around them amplifying her blood pounding through her ears, the soft, slick sound of her lips moving along his cock. His musky sent trapped there with her assaulted her nostrils and drove a wetness to build beneath her.

Paul relished the sight of his kilt rising & falling as her head bobbed up & down his shaft. Reaching down to caress her head through the material, he enjoyed the attention and tricks her talented tongue used to massage his member.

Feeling her Master’s caress through the strong material, she increased her pace as she felt the air flow whip around her as the hem of the kilt fanned the flames of her desire.

Seeing her enthusiastic pace increase, he brought up his other hand to wrap around her kilt covered head as he encouraged her movements and through his head back as he met each of her bobs with a thrust of his own.

Feeling her world collapse around her as the kilt confined her existence to her Master’s crotch, she redoubled her efforts as she felt pressure building from his balls.

As the sensations washed over his cock and spread up his body, Paul felt the explosion building and pulled her head into him as he thrust deep into her throat.

Feeling her reward hit the back of her tongue, Molly quickly swallowed as fast as she could letting small droplets dribble down her tongue towards her lips. As the explosions slowed, he gently released the pressure on her head, and she could move back far enough to breathe deeply through her nose, engulfed in his musky scent. Lounging in the comfort of his thighs surrounding her, she slowly suckled his softening shaft, mewing slightly as it retreated, but not losing the lock of her lips around it.

Feeling her settling between his thighs with his tip still in her lips, but not seeing her move even though he was clearly spent, he asked her, “enjoying yourself, cum slut?”

Wordlessly, Molly nodded her head.

“Did you like your breakfast?”

More enthusiastic nodding bounced his kilt as he felt her lips massage along his tip.

“Just going to stay there?”

Molly suddenly took stock of really where she was. In just over an hour, she had woken up and done nothing other than work herself up and kneel at his feet. Now with her head buried in his essence and the outside world hidden from her completely, she wanted to be nowhere other than right here; almost a part of him tied to the focus of his carnal pleasure. Hoping he will not turn her away, she softly nods her head not wanting to leave.

“Very well,” Paul responds placing his plate on her head.

Enjoying that she doesn’t have to leave, she moans as she moves her arms up to support her, feeling the weight of his nourishment trapping her where she doesn’t want to leave.

Realizing she’s going to avoid conversation, Paul turns on the TV to see what is happening in the world today as he finishes his breakfast.

Glad the kilt deadens the noise of the intrusive pound of the audio track of the TV threatening to invade her world, Molly focuses on the nub between her lips as she runs her mantra through her head to block out anything but being a good cum slut and pleasing her Master.

Hours pass by as Paul becomes lost in a documentary series, occasionally idly caressing her through his kilt, Paul almost becomes accustom to her being there and lost in the latest military advancements.

Long ago, Molly lost almost all other focus than the small world around her encompassed by her Master’s crotch. Not knowing if it had been 5 minutes, or 5 decades, the annoyance of time passing lost meaning for her. Unfortunately, her world came crashing down around as she felt the thick, smooth trunks of his thighs as he made motions to stand up.

“Sorry, hun, but gotta take care of things,” Paul said standing up around her; the back of his kilt sliding along her face after his cock pops out of her mouth with a whiny moan from her lips as the harsh light from the greater world assaults her.

Feeling the cold air wash over her as she can only open her eyes enough to see the shadow of her Master walk to the restroom leaving her alone. As reality pushes her dream state from her mind, she sees her cold, uneaten breakfast as well as his discarded plate. Realizing she can do something to thank him, she takes the plates to the kitchen to take care of them, trying to stretch out her tight muscles along the way.

After taking care of business, he sees the bottle of body oil on the counter where Molly had left it. Thinking about how she loved the berry taste and being under his kilt, he thought it would be a good surprise for her to find a treat beneath him. Putting oil on his hand, he reached under his kilt and began massaging his cock. Jerking a bit at the cold oil hitting his sensitive tip, he slowly warmed it up rubbing it up and down his shaft as felt a tingle run through him.

Seeing his hand move his kilt up and down, he closed his eyes remembering her bobbing up and down as he relaxed on the couch as he increased his pace. The thoughts of her moans and how much she was enjoying, how she voluntarily relaxed between his thighs just suckling on his cock lovingly for hours. Seeing how much she loved it and how much pleasure she got from such an enjoyable act, he felt himself harder & his ball sack begin filling. Barely able to stop himself before he went over the edge, he took a few calming breaths before stepping back out.

Molly got the plates and cooking cleaned up while she waited for Paul to return. Going over to the couch, she grabbed a fork she missed and began picking up some missed crumbs as she heard the doors open behind her.

As Paul stepped into the living room, he saw Molly’s bare, toned ass sticking out as she bent over the couch. In his already heightened state, he couldn’t avoid taking advantage of her prone position. Closing the small distance between them, he tossed the front of his kilt up to land on her back as he took the last step sliding his cock between his thighs rubbing along her wet lips.

Molly was shocked to suddenly feel cloth on her lower back as hands gripped her hips with only a moment to thrust her hands down to support her as she felt a friendly invader between her thighs. Looking back over her shoulder, she could see a wild hunger in his bright blue eyes above his mischievous grin. She gasped and through her head forward, as his steel hard cock tickled her clit, she had no idea was so sensitive at the moment, closing her eyes as the shiver ran up her spin.

Feeling her shudder before him, he slid his cock back slowly and moved the tip along her lips up to her entrance. As he felt her get in a firm, steady stance, he slowly moved his cock forward breaching the entrance to her canal.

Sitting near the edge for hours under his kilt, she felt her mind return there nearly the instant his tip broached her opening.

Sensing her readiness and acceptance, he pushed all the way inside her resting cock to the hilt in her moist, warm walls.

As he paused inside her, she gripped down firmly with her core trying to keep him close as he slid back out; a small whimper escapes her lips as she felt him retreat. Only to be rewarded with a resounding push as he quickly slammed fully back in her causing her vision to blank out even as she opened her eyelids; her eyes rolling back in her head.

Commanding out, “cum, you slut!” Paul quickly attacked her cunt plowing in and out of it over & over again. Feeling his own release building again, he continued pounding her core as she writhed before him.

Molly delightful lost herself in his use as a pleasant tingle radiated quietly from her cunt as the pleasurable hormones and endorphins enraptured her body.

Paul finally let loose a deep torrent within her as he continued sliding in and out of her pussy letting his juices mix with her before slowly settling deep within her as his cock twitched a last few spurts.

Molly slightly recovered a bit mentally as she felt him twitch within her. Feeling his grip loosen a bit, her craving to be a good cum slut encouraged her to quickly spin around and kneel under his kilt nursing his softening cock.

As she licked up the remanence of their encounter, she could feel moisture building on her lips & reached down to catch any escaping load. Sensing he was completely emptied, she sat back feeling her cupped hand fully filled.

Paul saw her very contented face escape out from under his kilt only to see her full hand come up as she began to lick more discharge as a kitten would lap up milk. Marveling at how much she was enjoying that, a light-headedness crossed his brain as he felt the need to sit and down, plopping on the couch next to her.