Subliminal Leak

Waking up highly rejuvenated, Molly stretched in bed realizing it was almost noon and glad they had nowhere to go this Saturday. She wasn’t sure how her husband stayed in everyday and hardly left home, but today she was thankful she didn’t have to head into work. And considering all the activity they did last night & the light throbbing warm reminder within her, the long recovery time was appreciated.

Looking over at Paul sleeping next to her, she is encouraged to see the sheet elevated at his waist. Licking her slips she lifts up the sheet to slow slide in next to her. It doesn’t take her long to get next to his glorious rod standing at attention, almost waving at her. As she approaches it, she can still smell the scent from their many activities last night with just a hint of berries behind it.

Slowly leaning up, she reaches out with her tongue and is rewarded with a soft moan from her Master as she tastes the tangy remnant of her own juices. Sliding her lips down his shaft, she enjoys feeling the **** twitch of his cock within her mouth as their musk envelopes her senses.

As she continues to move up and down his shaft, she can hear words coming from his mouth but can tell he hasn’t fully woken. Hearing his dreamy recitation, she recognizes it quickly, “should enjoy pleasure from my own body.” A slight moan escapes her lips just thinking what fantasy must be running through his head. Is she tied down in his mind? Is she in the car? “should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner” he continues. She’s increasing her pace as ideas rush through her head. “a good girl,” she can’t escape a deep moan even hearing that from his dreams causes a twitch in her pussy. “It's okay to be a slut,” she begins increasing her rhythm with her excitement.

Paul’s mind slowly moves further towards consciousness as he continues, “good girls enjoy pleasing themselves.” Molly reaches down and starts playing with her clit, gasping around his cock.

“good girls enjoy pleasing others.” ‘God, does she ever!’ Molly thinks to herself as she increases the pace of her hand and her head. “good girls love to cum” Molly can feel his tension building and increase the speed of her hand to try to catch up with him. “good girls love cum” Molly totally agrees as she can taste the first bit of pre-cum leaking out.

Paul’s mindlessly reaches down to rub his cock as he mumbles “want to be a good slut” and rests on the back of her head. “cum sluts love pleasure” his mind fights between explaining the hair under his hand while racing towards his climax as she shows her agreement by speeding up her pace. Lost in the growth of her own impending climax, Molly loses the beginning of his sentence as he presses on the back of her head thrusting his hips forward as he shouts out “I AM A Good CUM SLUT” he shouts out as he erupts deep in her mouth and his brain fully comes into the real world.

Molly tries to grab to breath in from her own near climax and tries to hold onto the surprise gift from her Master and be a good cum slut without losing any of it until she catches her breath and swallow. Paul suddenly realizing what is actually happening, he sees his girl frantically rubbing herself and feels her hair under his hand. Knowing he’s finished and gave her all he could, he’s inspired to see her as her climax washes over her.

Grabbing a fist full of hair, he yanks her head back off his cock and moves her up from under the sheets so he can see. Losing her focus of pleasure, Molly gasps and reaches out with her tongue, but as she feels her head ripped upward, she pulls her tongue back in to prevent losing her treasure. Feeling her body tossed around like some object, her brain short circuits as light from the bedroom windows assaults her eyes as the roll back in her head. Frantically rubbing her sensitive nib, the explosion washes over body as moans erupt out of her open, coated lips.

Seeing her exquisite euphoria erupt over her face, Paul can’t help but marvel at glossy lips with a faint cream color giving almost a ghost-like coverage to her. Without really any consideration but sharing in her enjoyment, Paul uses his handhold to pull her mouth to his to share in a deep open mouth kiss.

Feeling her lover up against her lips, she instinctively reaches out with her tongue as she moves her lips to match his, feeling the waves of orgasms wash over her she can’t help but moan into his mouth as she continues rubbing trying to get more out of it.

Feeling his girl push her passion into him and begin riding her orgasmic wave, he wraps his other arm around her to ride the high with her.

Slightly loosing balance from being pulled closer to him, she shifts her leg over his waist and begins rubbing her wavering clit on his softening cock as she continues to passionately make out with him.

Enjoying her total enwrapped focus on him, he cannot help but notice the new scent and taste from her very passionate kiss. Feeling her wet slit rub against his still sensitive and pulsating cock, he is pleasantly rewarded with this heightened experience.

Slowly the begin to come down from the mutual high when she finally comes up for breath and collapses on his smooth chest. Feeling her tits on his chest as their breath slowly matches pace, he happily greats her, “good morning to you too, slut.”

Giggling she turns her head to look up at him with her chin on his chest, “its afternoon, Sir.”

Reaching down with his open palm, he firmly swats her exposed, bare ass, “don’t be a smart ass, cunt.”

Moaning she replies dreamily, “yes, Master.”

Licking the juices from their make out session, he absentmindedly comments, “God, I love way you taste, slut.”

“Mmm... you too, Master,” she replies licking her own lips.

They lay there for several minutes with her cuddled on top of him settling down until his stomach grumbles interrupting them. Chuckling he says, “well, I guess I should get some lunch together. How about just some turkey melts & fruit.”

“Sounds wonderful, Sir,” she replies as she slides off to let him up.

Tossing on a kilt and shirt, he smiles again to his nude wife as he heads to the kitchen to get things together.

As he is putting a sandwich together, he catches her padding naked to the bathroom and can’t help but leer as she passes through his view. As he places the sandwich on the pan, his phone beeps with an alert. Surprised as most alerts are quiet on the weekend, he pulls out his phone expect an emergency of some kind.

Hello, Vyki. Two packages were just delivered to your front porch. When the other girl is not around, discreetly grab the boxes and store them with your things. But do NOT open them until told otherwise.

The message comes to the new identity he set up for his training persona. Trainer Bill doesn’t usually reach out to him on the weekends and definitely not activities or tasks. Setting the phone down he looks up at the cameras and wonders if Trainer Bill is using them to watch when things happen or how he knew Molly was not around. As he flipped the sandwich, his phone beeped again. Lifting up the phone he read the new message:

When I send you a message, be a good girl and acknowledge me! >:(

Suddenly she was really worried that he was going to be upset with her. Vyki quickly typed out, yes, Sir! I’ll get right on it. Setting the phone down she quickly ran on the balls of her feet to the front door. Opening the door as quietly and quickly as she could, she grabbed the box & loose package and slowly latched the door as she padded quickly to her locker & placed the box in the cabinet before feeling her skirt tickle her lower thighs as she quickly swished back to the kitchen.

Rounding the corner from the other direction, Molly was surprised to see his kilted form moving quite like that. Something just seemed....off as he approached the pan.

“Dammit!” Vyki squeaked out as she flipped the sandwich to see the burned side she left unattended for too long.

“Everything okay, Sir,” Molly asks as she brings her naked body up next to him.

Paul quickly shifts back to realize where he was at. Clearing his throat, “uh, ya, just left the sandwich down a bit too long so it’s kind of blackened.”

He was normally such a good chef, she was surprised to see it, but still glad to see his kilt by the stove. “mm, I bet its still glorious, Master.”

“Heh, eh, I’m sure the next one will be fine, just too distracted.” He put the other one together, and put it in the pan. Molly took the statement as almost a challenge and proceeded to try to reach under his kilt to distract him from the task at hand. The only reason her ass wasn’t totally black & blue was Paul only had time for a nipple twist and a few key swats before she won at fully distracting him.

Being playfully bratty, Molly was glad to get the firm hand of her Master, but even surprised herself how wet she made her seat on the dining room chair when he brought her food. The only thing that tempered it was his chivalrous attitude broke in to give him the slightly blackened sandwich. Part of her almost wished he made her eat it. Punishment was obviously running through her head. ‘Damn, the brat is in full **** today,’ she thought to herself.

Before the night was over, Molly found herself wailing from spanking bench as his bare hands were putting multiple imprints on her soft flesh. She was just glad she could sleep on her side, because the heat radiating from her bruised ass almost a comforting warmth, but she flinched from the lightest of touch.

Jumping violently to see the midday sun, Molly was shocked by the pain from bottom and only calmed down when she finally realized it was Paul rubbing more salve & oil on her ass to wake her up the next day.

“Morning, slut,” he greets her with a chuckle.

With his hand squarely on her bruised ass, it took every ounce of Molly’s will power to avoid pointing out it was barely after noon again. Instead, she moans welcoming the attention, “Mmmm, thank you for taking care of your toy so well, Sir.”

Chuckling he responded, “eh, purely selfish I assure you. Toys that are broken are no fun to play with,” as he continued gently rubbing the lotion into her tender flesh.

GIggling she replies, “yes, purely selfish, Sir.”

They spend the rest of the day relaxing and only teasing occasionally. Molly spent the entire day lounging on her side; avoiding sitting directly on her bruised buttocks.

When they finally made it to bed, Molly was still energized and proceeded to continue to flirt with her Master aiming to get him worked up. Reaching down between her thighs, Paul is rewarded with a very swollen and wet environment. “Someone seems a little randy?”

“Yes, Sir,” she admits readily as she continues patiently kiss and suck on his neck as she spreads her thighs to give his fingers better access to her.

Grabbing her offered thigh, he drags her over his waist. “You want it so bad, you show me how much, slut. Using nothing but your cunt on My cock, wake him up and ride him until he comes.”

Sliding her wet lips up and down his shaft as she leans her hands on either side of him, she replies in her best sultry voice, “yes, Master.” Fighting the sore, stiff muscles of her glutes she slowly works herself up as she feels blood rushing into his shaft with every slide. Before long, she can feel it pushing back fully on her clit and she shifts her weight forward & away from him to feel his shaft pop up. Shifting her hips and flexing her pelvic floor, she lines her pussy up with his cock and nearly sucks it up in her as she pushes her weight down onto him feeling him fill her up.

“Such a hot cunt.”

“Yes, Master,” she replies as she begins moving up and down his shaft. She begins increasing her pace as he reaches up to play with her modest tits. Closing her eyes, she focuses on enjoying every electric touch of her Master.

Feeling her working his cock inside her pussy, Paul closes his eyes to enjoy the feeling. Feeling the pounding up & down and the growing desire. Without even realizing it, he begins reciting the mantra.

Behind her panting she can only make out the key words, “am beautiful... am wonderful....” Her speed quickens visualizing all the times he’s had her say these words to him. “am sexy..... am powerful.....” Running her hands through her hair, she barely makes out him continuing, “enjoy pleasure from my own body.... should enjoy pleasuring my partner.” Twisting her body and griping him with her pussy walls, she tries to increase his pleasure. She just barely hears “good girl,” before she moans and only makes out “slut”

Molly’s pace begins to get even faster and Paul is quickly getting lost in the sensation as his hands fall to his side, unable to keep up with her bouncing tits. He barely even registers that what she's saying is now lining up with his own words, “good girls enjoy pleasing themselves.” Molly begins tweaking her own nipple, “good girls enjoy pleasing others.” She reaches down and begins rubbing her clit as she bounces on him. “good girls love to cum.” Feeling it building in herself, she licks her lips as she moans out, “good girls love cum.”

She can feel the glow build deep within her womb again, growing with ever stronger with each thrust down. She begins pounding down as much as she can, her bruised ass bobbling with each movement. “I want to be a good slut,” they call out in unison. Molly is nearly yelling it; drowning out Paul. Her voice penetrates so deeply, his brain begins interpreting her voice as his internal, altered vocals. As she continues to ride him to edge of explosion, she nearly screams out, “cum sluts love pleasure.” With the enthusiastic plunging and gripping of his cock, his balls finally release exploding deep within her. Feeling his seem splash against her side, she calls out “I am a good cum slut” as her orgasm overtakes her and loses most cognitive ability.

As she continues quivering on his cock, a thought finally creeps into her brain, ‘good sluts love cum’. An urgent almost need overwhelms her as she thrust her thigh up to dismount him, twisting around to engulf his dripping cock.

Through his own haze, Paul glances over and sees the glistening wet, cunt oozing a creamy white substance. Feeling her devouring his cock, he grabs her closest thigh and lifts it up over him. Grabbing her thighs, he pulls her pussy to his lips and begins devouring it. Her usual velvety flavor had an added twang of saltiness that seemed to take it to another level; sucking deeply he worked to devour every goodness.

Being whipped around and then invaded by a forceful tongue elevated her arousal even further. As she felt the last drops leave his cock, she moved to shift her thigh as her sensitivity seem to be reaching her limit.

However, Paul was not letting her nectar go, and pulled her thighs down hard locking her in place.

As she sat up, she realized she wasn’t going anywhere, but as she felt her next orgasm growing, she let her hips take more control and began shifting on her Master’s face. Rubbing her cunt along him, she could feel his nose pressing into her folds as he continued sucking more from her, teasing her clit with tongue. Before long, her body erupted internally, and her inner walls contracted, expelling the last globs of semen onto his lips in nose.

His cock twitched as he sucked in and licked his face. Feeling her complete, he let her go as she collapsed in the bed next to him. Licking his lips clean, he could just hear her mumble, “good cum slut.” To which he responded, “I am,” as exhaustion overtook them both.