Time to Listen, Misty

"Time to Listen, Misty" I said to her, clearly, my eyes looking straight into hers.

Her eyes lost focus for a minute.

"I'm Listening, Master," she whispered.

"Misty, I'm going to try to go, but you will need me to stay. You are ok with me touching you, and you are willing to do anything you can to make me stay with you, including all those things that you normally wouldn't do. Do you understand?"

"I do," she said.

"Good. That is all."

"You want me to stay?" She asked, moving back close to me.

"Do you want to stay," I asked as a reply. My hands went obviously back to her breasts, more than handfulls, and she made no move to get away other than to perhaps push in towards me slightly. They were warm and plush.

"I want to stay," she said.

"You should probably go, its late," I said, enjoying this new game.

"Please. Please let me stay." She was rubbing her chest back and forth now, my hands fondling her breasts through her sheer, tight top.

"Why?" I asked.

"Oh... I could do so much. I could make you so happy..." Her pouty lips were parted and moist.

"How?" I asked, coyly. Her nipples were obvious bumps now though her shirt and I was pulling on them.

"I'd do anything for you," she whispered, her hands on my back, pulling me closer. Her lips, soft and full like pillows came up to kiss me gently. "Anything. Anything you want. Anything you can think of."

"What do you think I want right now?" I asked.

"I know what you want, what you've always wanted...," she backed off, her hands on her own breasts, pulling hard at her nipples through her shirt. She began to massage her breasts in circles, like she was rubbing something between them. "I want to make you happy."

I looked dubious. "I'm not sure I want to... it's late."

"Of course you want to," she pleaded, her hands continuing the circles on her tits.

My hand involuntarily went to my crotch, adjusting my hardening dick.

"See? Of course you want me to stay. You can do that if you want, just watch... Just watch..."

I put my hand back on my crotch as she began to move, her hands traveling over her tits, down to her crotch and back. She was a lot better at it than I expected.

She sat back down on the couch, slouching, spreading her legs. Her hands massaged her tits, then one went down to her crotch, playing there through the material. She was thrusting a little now, her hips coming up to push against her hand. She stood up and after cupping both breasts for a moment, slowly undid her jeans and pushed them to the floor.

"See anything you like?" she whispered, huskily.

I nodded and she sat back down. I sat down in the armchair, reaching into my shorts to pull out my cock, stroking it lightly as I watched her. Her eyes never left mine. Her fingers were toying and playing with her breasts now, moving around the huge, soft tits beneath her shirt, cupping and pulling. Her hands went under her shirt, sliding around, and I watched her pull down her bra cups underneath her tee. Her nipples were huge and hard now and I must have moaned a little.

"You like that, huh?" she whispered, pulling on both nipples at once.

"You know what I'd really like?" I asked.

She sat up, her eyes demure, naughty.

"What?" she asked.