Her eyes roamed his body, taking in each line of his muscled
torso as he rested on the pillow at her feet.
Her pillow. Her boy. She smiled to herself but never let it
show. Her face stayed placid, almost bored
as he waited patiently for her command. Kersti
enjoyed the time with her boy. Each hour
at work passed so slowly when she knew he would be there waiting on his pillow
for her arrival. Today, she felt those
hours and, so he would too.
Kersti
shifted in her chair, hardly looking in the boy’s direction now. She inspected her nails, toyed with the
leather of the chair, and occasionally slide her fingers along the exposed
curve of her breast just to hear the catch in her boy’s breath. Again, she fought back a smile. She would keep this up until he was begging
for her attention.
“Yes
Miss.” The boy moved his body
slowly. She could see the nervousness in
his eyes. His body moved with little
rhythm. His embarrassment only served to
make her yearn for him more. He danced
his awkward dance for her pleasure and she watched the blush in his cheeks and
the roll of his hips.
Standing
she moved around him as he danced. Her fingers
reaching out to lightly drag along his arm, then his shoulder. She raked her nails across his back sending
shivers down his spine, but he never stopped moving. Such a good boy.
Kersti
stopped in front of the boy, kneeling on the floor and dragging her fingers
along his chest. Looking him in the eye
as she swirled a light fingertip around his nipple. His back arched and his breath caught but he
never wavered. She was impressed with
his devotion. It would earn him a bit of
fun.
“Stop,
don’t move.” The order was quick but
firm. He froze in place, arms up, chest
out, and body open for her pleasure. She
moved to the floor, arching her back before him and spreading her legs. Letting his eyes roam her body as she felt
the moisture soaking her thin silk panties.
She smiled at last as his eyes found that soft mound. Seeing the bulge in his pants flex and throb
made it all the more fun as she laid back and ran her hands along her thighs
and stomach.
“You
have been very patient.” She cupped her
breasts in her hands, rolling her fingers over the nipple covers that barely
hid her hardening tips. Her own back
arched, pushing her breasts up as a faint moan escaped her lips. Lust filled her eyes as she looked up at him
and wished for his hands to roam across her curves. Soon, but not quite yet.
“Perhaps
you would enjoy a little bit of a reward.”
She looked again at his swollen bulge moved to stand. “Undress and let me see just how much you
need it.”
He did
not hesitate. Lowering his arms to undo
the button of his pants, he pushed them down to his knees. The boy was smart, never taking his eyes from
hers and never standing. She commanded
his attention, but also kept him in his place.
Her own eyes dipped down, darkening with desire as his freed cock came
into view. She moved her leg forward to
drag the leather of her boots against the thick shaft and the boy shuddered. His eyes closing for a moment as the pleasure
of it filled his senses.
She
moved a step away, allowing him to finish pulling his pants off his bent legs before
kneeling quietly before her again.
“Lay
down and stroke yourself slowly for me.”
He laid
back on the cushion, shifting to plant his feet on the floor on either side of
her. She turned a bit, not standing
directly towards him. Her face placid
again as his hand gripped his cock and began its task. She glanced at him occasionally, as if bored again. The only betrayal of that truth being the damp
patch formed on her panties. She waited
so long for him today. He wouldn’t have
to wait for her much longer.
Story by: MysterMitch Resident
Furniture used: ::WS:: Wisdom Chair
::WS:: Slave Cushion Heavy Duty
Models: Toby Giranamo
Kerstainah
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