After a long wait, here is the next instalment. Thanks to my loyal supporters who keep me going-you know who you are.
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We drifted back to sleep, later I rose to consciousness to feel her mouth around my balls, gently moving them in their bag. Her fingers stroked my bum and hole, gently and erotically giving me odd pleasure. I was getting hard as she moved to lick there instead, her fingers moved to dance on my cock at the same time.
Sprawled widely on my back I gave myself up to her work. She pushed my legs back to improve her access, allowing her tongue to enter me. This was a first for me. The feeling was strange but became more intense, as she pushed more of her tongue in, and wriggled it in the tight ring. I heard her hand scrabbling on the floor beside the bed, then a cool feeling on my anus as she dropped some lubricant there. Her tongue was joined by a fingertip and both worked to relax me.
That finger wriggled its way further inside, then she drew her head back, keeping the finger in place and said, "I would ask you to turn over, please Sir." I watched her face as she licked her lips. She guided my leg across until I was face down with my thighs wide apart then she went back to her work. I mused a moment on what being a woman might feel like, then could no longer think as she pushed harder into me with her finger. She worked her finger around inside the muscle and stroked my inner wall, raising a tickling sense that became something darker and more intense.
A second finger was pressed in as well, driving a little deeper, withdrawing, then back in again. When it touched my hard prostate her motion became less invasive, changing to a gentle circular action. I was in heaven though it was becoming too intense after just a few minutes. My cock was like a rock.
A few more minutes of this and I was on the brink of erupting. Normally I could resist for up to an hour but this was beyond my control. I think she could feel the pressure building and my small motions, and the tension as my cock was pressed into the fresh linen only made it worse. She was relentless, the small circles stayed at the same speed, same intensity, the only change was my growing arousal.
When I came it was staggering, an explosion that shook me for minutes and left me sobbing on the bed. I don't know what sounds I had made, nor did I care.
Her hands stroked my back and legs, soothingly and sensually, dipping to caress my balls and the skin around them. After a long time I felt her body lie on top of mine, her slight weight pressing the last tension from me. I must have slept.
The day had become warm and the sun was strong in the window to my room as I woke, too hot. She was lying beside me now, blissfully asleep and angelic.
Our earlier adventure came back to me, and I took stock-some discomfort at my anus, not serious, though and I thought, worth the prize. It occurred to me that I would have to change and wash the sheet again.
She stirred as I had moved, and reached languorously for me, her hands holding my arms firmly as she worked herself towards me. I loved the feel of her small breasts and hard nipples on my back. After a minute she reached around and her hand wrapped around the flaccid flesh.
I felt her nimble fingers play a moment in the dried cum on my skin and the bedclothes.
"Thank you. You can have that again any time you want, Sir. Sorry about the mess" She made a show of licking her fingers, slowly. I stood and went to the tiny bathroom, turned on the water in the shower. I beckoned her after me into the shower-no need to wait for the water to warm, I showered with cold in all but the coldest months. She flinched as the cool liquid hit her, then my hands were soaping her, front and rear. I washed her face, forcing her mouth open under the spray and rinsing it thoroughly. I kissed her deeply then.
"You have an unusual talent, my little slut. How did you come by it?" I was massaging shampoo through her hair as I asked. Though short and stylish, it was black and very thick. Chinese women are lucky with their hair.
"When my Master was very sick, that was the best way to bring him to orgasm. I had a lot of practice in his last year. The illness had robbed him of so much that he loved, but he always reached a climax this way. I knew his end was close when he no longer could." Her hands started to soap my front, sore shoulders, hairy chest and down to my crotch where she attended to my cock for some time. She turned me round and did the same to my back, with extra care to my bum. Lastly she shampooed my hair, reaching high to do it.
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