Slip, slidin' away

As Molly finished ensuring the mattress was fully inflated, fluffed up the pillows, made sure the bodyoil was in easy reach and tried to steady her nerves, Paul took his time finish with a morning routine before disrobing himself and returning to the living room.

When Paul stepped through the doorway, he could see his loving wife; devoted submissive, kneeling beside the bed. Her knees spread wide, revealing her glistening lips. Her arms grasp each other behind her back, providing unrestricted access to her body. Her head bowed in reverence for his acknowledgement. “I believe I was promised a back rub.”

Looking up to him with a smile beaming on her lips, “if it would please you, Sir.”

Moving over to the bed, knelt to the floor and laid down, wiggling into position, grasping a pillow & moved to get comfortable. Turning his head and finally getting relaxed, he commanded “you may begin, slut.”

At which point she grabbed the bottle and moved closer to him as her foot slipped on a moistened patch of tarp where she was kneeling.

“you okay?” he prompted.

“yes, Sir. Just a slip of the tarp.”

“Well, don’t fall and hurt yourself,” she smiled at the concern, “I’d hate for you to have to spend time in the hospital and leave this tarp & mattress out; having explain to the staff & patience why you stayed nekkid would be awkward.”

She shivered a bit at the thought as she put oil on her hands and rubbed them together to warm them up, “yes, Sir. I will be careful.” Moving up and down his back she luxuriated in the feel of his muscles rippling under her touch as she moved along the satin finish.

Exploring every inch of his back, Paul was enjoying the tingling warm from her touch. She deftly moved deep into his gluteus muscles, grinding along them, and moving onto his hamstrings & calves pushing out as many knots as she could. Paying close attention to his ankles & arches, she worked hard on flexing & moving his muscles pressing limits of their mobility and range.

The smell and aroma was just heightening the energy she was feeling running up & down his bare skin getting a jolt of joy from every moan of pleasure out of Sir.

After spending more than sufficient time, with hormone driven mind and drenched thighs, she felt it was time to step things up. “Might Sir be able to roll over and let His slut see his front, Master?”

She held her breath waiting for a reply while the query slowly penetrated the fog of his relaxed mind. “Ya, my chest and quads are getting jealous I think, slut.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She said as he slowly rolled over, and audibly gasped as his cock flapped up at full mast indicating his obvious pleasure with the whole experience. Redoubled with excitement and the encouragement of success, Molly quickly got more lotion on her hands and began on his shoulders working her way down his arms and back up to work his chest.

Seeing his skin glisten and move under her velvet touched began to really get her moving faster as he got closer and closer to his groin.

Paul sensing her excitement as she got closer to her target, he reached over with his hand and began fumbling his oily fingers in the folds of her labia looking for her clit. Feeling the absolutely dousing of her natural wetness, he knew he needed to stop her before she focused on her end goal. “Before you work on massaging my groin and lose all sense of completion, you slut, make sure you finish my legs first.”

Whimpering realizing her base goal was thwarted for the moment, she began working down his outer sides, “yes, Master.”

Working thoroughly & determined, yet hurried & excited, she pressed deep it his tormented leg muscles. His body quickly rewarded her as his shaft stiffened even more under her ministrations causing her heart rate and breath to quicken as her eyes dilated further as she stared at her upcoming reward.

Paul could feel her rubbing up his thighs and could see her eye up his cock. While he looked forward to her focusing on his penis, he enjoyed watching the hunger in her eyes. Relishing the smooth tingle running across his body, he spoke up as she nearly got to his cock, “didn’t you say something about rubbing your body up against mine?”

“umm... ,” Molly jolted out of her addled focus, “yes, Master, but could I...”

“Good,” he said cutting her off, “then slide that beautiful body up here, and give me a kiss, slut.”

Feeling a bit derailed but determined to get to her reward, she took the opportunity to run his cock between her breasts, and rubbed more oil up his chest as she horizontally climbed up his body feeling her skin pull slightly against his smooth, oily epidermis. Lifting her body to just graze her nipples along his chest, rewarded with moans from him along her trek, she gasped as she felt his cock spring between her thighs, grazing her clit before resting against her taint. Giving a peck on his lips, inhaling his sigh deep into her, “can your slut massage your groin now, Master?”

Paul dreamily responded, “mmmm.... I’d prefer you to taste it, girl.”

Pouting a bit, “yes, Sir,” she dragged her labia down his rod as she slid down to it.

“But make sure you use plenty of that oil, slut.”

Grinning, she grabs the bottle, “yes, Master,” and begins massaging up and down his cock, licking his cherry lollipop.

Paul always thought she was good at this but she seems to have really learned something well. It sending a real rush to his head and almost feels like his cock is floating into her throat and flying off with his brain. It’s groggy, cloudy, and amazing, whatever it is she’s been doing. “Damn, you are a good cock sucker, cum slut.”

Molly moans under his adoration and begins redoubling her efforts. She is loving every bit of his cock; feeling each vein pulsing against her tongue. Relishing in his musk mixing with the berries with every deep breath, she can feel the pleasure growing inside of him and just loves how every thrust into her mouth seems to push even more of her mind and leave behind a cloudy residue. Getting lost in the pleasure is causing so much to drip down her thighs, she tries rubbing her thighs together to keep it from going everywhere.

Paul can feel her hips wriggle beneath and is sure she is wanting so much more but wants to keep her oral skills going longer before the finale, “slut, get more lube and rub up that hot cunt to get it ready for me.”

She pulls off his cock just long enough to say “Yes, Master,”, and blindly reaches for the loop and nearly explodes as she touches her clit and begins mixing the lube with even more of her own juices and is quickly losing any bit of focus, she has left and feels a glorious release building in her.

Seeing her enthusiasm and raw energy, Paul is about to let loose, but wants it deep inside her. “Get up on your knees and rap that cunt around my cock, slut.”

Molly hates the idea of losing the taste of her cock so close to her brain, but wants to be filled up so much, and is thrilled he still wants it so bad. She pushes her body up with a “yes, Sir”, and moves to position her thighs on either side of his hips.

Paul enjoys watching her tits swinging side to side and it almost makes up for te coldness enveloping his wet cock. Watching her position herself over him, reaching back with one hand to line him up with her. As feels the tip line up with her, he reaches up and grabs both nipples firmly causing her to gasp and stare at him in panic before he pulls her nipples down as he moves his hip up and she slams her body down the full length of his lubed up cock.

Almost immediately as her clit encounters his groin and his cock tip tickles her g-spot, her brain and body explode in a mind blanking orgasm. Feeling her twitch and spasm around his cock, Paul erupts deep inside her emptying his nuts deep inside her cunt. Seeing her eyes roll back in her head, Paul begins pounding his erupting cock into her keeping his rag doll of a cocksleeve upright with her nipples as body falls side to side with each thrust.

Feeling himself finish, he rolls her to the side, having to catch her as the only indication she’s not totally blacked out is a moan as his cock loses contact with her cunt. As he lays her down, he can feel another spurt twitch out of his cock.

Pushing the top of her head, he easily slides the near comatose slut’s limp body down the wet, slick tarp until she is at his hips. Grabbing her hair to face him her eyes open and look in his direction but appear to lack focus, “be a good cum slut and clean me up,” and slides her face over his body until she is out his cock.

Smelling the distinctive smell of her Master’s semen even when mixed with berries, something nearly instinctive triggers insider her and with an almost any hunger she begins liking up her Master’s glorious white substance.