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swallow Ch. 03 -

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's Trip

(c) 1997 LordFalco

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She watched from her office as I walked into the marketing department. I usually don't come out here, but I couldn't wait with the news. It was casual Friday, so she was dressed in T-shirt (Actually, one of my computer geek T-shirts, which read "The software that handles the hardware", that brazen little nymph!) and jeans. She flashed me a sexy smile, sitting back in her chair, waiting for me to saunter into her office.

"Guess what,

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?" I asked as I entered her office. For some reason, when we spoke in private, we never used our given names. She was ever my

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, and I was her Lord Falcon. Perhaps it was our way to separate our little world from the rest. I didn't mind; I only wanted her in my world anyway. "I just got the okay to go to New York for that technology presentation at the CompSec Conference next week. But I have to drag someone in marketing with me." I grinned at her. "Guess who I'm choosing to come with me?"

Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she jumped to her feet excitedly. "But, my Lord," she whispered so no one else could hear, "this sub always comes with you!"

I groaned. Damn, she got me on that one! Her bottom will have to pay tonight for that spunky remark.

***

It was our first time away from the familiarity of her apartment in the city or my farm in the country. And considering the glitz and glamour of the international New York City, I privately booked one of the more luxurious rooms at the Hilton for us: Jacuzzi, whirlpool, sauna, spacious bedroom, bar, sitting room. The works.

An early Friday morning flight and a full day at the conference finally ended. Together we walked into the Hilton, looking like true professionals. She looked so sharp and sexy in her blue "power-skirt". But even as the bellboy closed the door behind him, she started removing her clothes. Shoes, jacket, blouse, skirt, and lingerie all came flying off as I brought our luggage into the bedroom. I found that since we had become Dom and sub nearly a year ago,

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had taken to her lifestyle change with a passion. She could be a businesswoman one instance, and in the blink of an eye, turn into a hot, passionate, playful, and sometimes mischievous sub, a metamorphosis from a cocooned pupa into a freely fluttering butterfly.

By the time I came back out to the sitting room, she was kneeling. Her legs were tucked under her, and her buttocks rested comfortably on the soles of the feet. Her knees were spread wide, revealing her bare vulva for me to see. Palms on her knees, palms up, her back straight and chest pushed proudly out, we waited for me with eyes downcast. Laid out in front of her, between her knees, were her wrist and ankle cuffs.

I smiled, walking around behind her. Dropping to one knee, I reached around to lovingly cup a breast while my other hand slipped between her legs and a finger slid along her hot furrow. "My cherished little

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," I whispered into her ear, tenderly nibbling her ear.

"This sub wishes to serve you, my Lord." This ritual played out each time, and we never tired of the intimate bonding the act provided us. My greeting, and her declaration of servitude.

I reached out and picked up the wrist cuffs. The thick black leather was soft and supple from the repeated use. I buckled them on. Hardly a night or weekend had passed without her wearing them. Only when the social obligations of the real world intruded into our private world did she reluctantly take them off.

"Show your wrists, palms up." My arms around her in a comforting embrace, I wrapped the cuffs around her wrists. I picked up the ankle cuffs and stroked the cheek of her ass. "Lean forward onto your elbows." I deliberately did her ankle cuffs slower, enjoying the intimate view her position afford me. Finally, I gave her rump a playful spank.

"Thank you, my Lord," she giggled, kneeling back again. "May I serve you a drink from the bar?"

"That would be great, my dear."

She jumped to her feet. I sat into one of the couches, my eyes glued to her ass as she sashayed with a sexy sway of her hips to the small bar. The small blue butterfly tattoo she had just behind her left hip seemed to be fluttering. The small fridge sat next to the bar, within my direct sight. Naturally, she took the opportunity to bend down at her hips, legs just spaced apart to offer me a tantalizing view of her charms. Her hairless pubes, and pink rosebud winked enticingly.

I cleared my throat. "Good little subs kneel when they open low fridge doors,

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," I chastised.

She looked at me from between her legs. A pixie grin was on her face. "Yes, my Lord," she said, and knelt down on her knees. "There's Coke, Sprite, White Wine, Red Wine, and Submissive Cooler."

"I'll take the..." I was about to finish saying 'Coke' until the last choice clicked into my mind. Just what was she up to? All through the day, she had been rather randy and restless, a clear sign from previous experience that she was in a naughty mood and horny to high heaven. "The... Submissive Cooler," I finished. Let's see what she's up to.

She closed the fridge, and walked to the bar, working away behind it. She was humming to herself happily, occasionally looking up to flash me an innocent smile. As innocent as a cat on the prowl could look.

Minutes later, she came back around, carrying a tray. "This is a special drink that must be drunk on your back, my Lord." I smiled and lay down. I was puzzled, but decided to humour her. After all, I did order the Submissive Cooler.

She wriggled her way to me as I lay on the plush carpet. I looked up, enjoying the view. Placing her feet above my shoulders, she sat down lightly on my chest. I was offered a close-up of her silky, shaved pubes which glistened moistly. From the strong musky scent that I loved so much, she was definitely horny.

She set the tray down on the coffee table. Reaching up, she had a slice of lime in her fingers. She rubbed the inside of one of her thighs with it, coating it with lime juice. Reaching to the tray again, she sprinkled a light coat of salt onto the coated thigh.

"You have to coat your lips and mouth with this first, my Lord," she instructed. I pressed my mouth to her soft fleshy thighs, the sour salty taste shocking me. My tongue swirled over her skin, picking up lime juice and salt. She brought down a shotglass filled with amber liquid. "Chilled Cuervo 1800, my Lord." A shooter of liquid gold... tequila.

Carefully, she tipped up into my waiting mouth. The cold liquid filled my mouth as I held it in. Then I swallowed in a gulp and the liquid raced down my throat like a tongue of hot flame, cold yet burning. I opened my mouth to gasp for air. She promptly moved over my face and dropped her vulva down onto my waiting lips.

Still recovering from the shooter, my sense of smell and taste was hit with the new sensations: the musky scent and slightly salty, tangy taste of a horny woman in heat all day. My mouth opened to welcome this warm moist invasion, my tongue darting as far as it could go into her.

She lay down horizontal to me onto her elbows, rubbing herself over my face, grinding her hips and pressing her succulent flesh into my mouth. My hands came up, grabbing a handful of firm ass cheek and pulled her harder against me. She gave a sigh, nestling herself close to my face, her hips rocking in motion to licking tongue. My lips pulled at her labia, familiar pink flesh that I could nibble on all day. I pressed one fleshy strip between my lips, then the other side. The tip of my tongue ran along the center slit between them, and the valleys beside them.

Her thighs, strong and well-toned from exercise (both in bed, and out) pressed against me, covering my face in hot flesh. Wherever I turned, I found succulent skin to savour with lick and kisses.

I gave her rump a sharp slap, the sound echoing in the room. She moaned. I brought both hands down at once on her ass. She yelped playfully, rubbing herself harder. My tongue stabbed into that slit, followed by long hard licks along its length, its tip burrowing to touch the tip of her clit that poked out. Each stab caused her to moan. And each spank elicited a sharp "Another, my Lord!"

As I suckled her clit in my lips, she cried out, her back arching and her body shook. I gripped her ass, and my mouth filled with a flood of her sweet nectar.

" Ohhh!" was her cry of passion. "Ohhh, yesssss, my dearest Lordddddd!"

She collapsed over me, shaking, shuddering, as my mouth took long licks at her, along the inner walls of her slit, along the outer valleys of her labia.

***

With a sigh, she moved down my body, to lie face to face with me after recovering herself. I looked up at her. Her face was that of total bliss, as she leaned down to lick my chin, tasting a mixture of lime, salt and her love juices. She passed her tongue over my face, licking and tasting.

"A most interesting drink,

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, and very, very delicious. But definitely the wrong name. It should be Submissive Fire."

She smiled. "Thank you, my Lord. You've got me all over your face. Do I really taste that good?"

"Like ambrosia... the nectar of the Greek gods."

She blushed as red as her hair. Soft gentle kisses, she placed on my cheeks, my chin, picking up her honey. She reached up to the platter and brought down a coke for me. "Your usual, my Lord. And Rum and Coke for me," she said taking her own drink from the platter as well.

"Such a playful sub," I said, taking the drink. "You certainly keep me on my feet."

She leaned down to nuzzle me. "But I have you on your back this time, my Lord."

Sharp little sub. I rolled my eyes, and playfully slapped her ass as she giggled. "Saucy little pixie. I think we're both ready for a nice long bath."

"Yes, my Lord. I'll start the bath and come back to disrobe you."

I watched her get to her feet and scurry to the large bathroom, pausing only briefly to scratch her rear, quite unlike a lady. Her ass cheeks were red, and I could clearly see the impression of my palm prints in several instances.

The water faucets roared to life, starting to fill the large circular bath. She padded back out on her bare feet after making sure the water was filling nicely. "I will help you disrobe, my Lord."

I stood up. Standing in front to face me, she nimbly unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it down my shoulders and arms. Her firm breasts, the nipples perked up into little nubbins, brushed against me. She seemed to enjoy rubbing against me as she lingered there.

Kneeling onto her knees, she unbuttoned my jeans with her delicate fingers. A smile flitted across her lips as the noticeable bulge loomed in front of her. She leaned up close, caressing it with her cheek lightly as she pulled my jeans down. Then her fingers inched into the elastic of my briefs, pulling down and releasing my semi-hard cock into her view. Her grin widened.

As I stepped out of my clothes, she nuzzled up into my groin, and tenderly kissed the head of my cock. She stood up and led me into the cavernous bathroom. She dipped a finger into the swirling water. "Just perfect for you, my Lord."

The tub was large, shaped like a clamshell that sloped from shallow to deep in a series of steps. I slipped into the water, moving to a spot where I could sit and lay back against the tub's walls. Hot water coursed around me while I sighed in comfort. Meanwhile, she rummaged in the nearby basket of oils and lotions. "Aloe... camomille..." I heard her muttering as she read the labels. "Mmmm, rose oil..." She poured some liquid into the water and instantly, the room filled with the scent of roses.

She padded over to where I sat, and knelt on her knees on the tiled floor. "Please, my Lord, will you take off this sub's cuffs so I may come in to wash you?"

I did both her wrist and ankle cuffs, and she carefully lay them away from the water. One thing about

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, she held her cuffs with utmost reverence. During those times that she did not wear them, she carefully maintained and oiled them. Reaching out at the towel rack, she grabbed a couple of hand towels, then slipped into the water with me.

I felt her hands touch me, which proceeded to firmly rub the towels over my body, starting from my shoulders. She wasn't a big person, but in that bath, her hands massaged me as well as any masseur, and she was much prettier.

One hand under a towel and the other bare, her hands moved in circles over my muscles, easing the tensions away. She pulled me back from the wall of the tub, and nestled herself behind me. Then, pulled me back so I could lie against her. I felt my back rest against those lovely pillows of her breasts. Her face came around, our cheeks touching. "Doesn't this feel wonderful, my Lord?" she cooed. I had to agree with her.

Her hands roamed over my body: my shoulders, my chest, my sides, and my belly. Then her hands touched my cock, sending a flurry of blood racing to my organ and causing a stirring in my groin. Her finger deftly stroked me, as her other hand cupped my balls. Gingerly she squeezed and played with the sac. "Mmmm, Master's in my hands," she purred.

"What did you say, little one?" I asked, pretending not to hear.

"Oh, nothing, my Lord," she said, leaning around to kiss my cheek.

Her hands continued their cleansing path, delightfully moving under my shaft and to the valley of my ass. Her little finger danced lightly there, stroking over my sphincter. That only caused more stirring in my groin.

"Naughty little sub, are you trying to get me all worked up?"

She just nuzzled me in reply, continuing her scrubbing, taking long strong strokes to scrub my back. Finally, she wriggled her way from behind me and crawling over to sit on my lap, facing me. She repeated her cleaning there, but taking special care to wash my face as well. I was in heaven being so carefully washed by my little

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.

I was hard and erect in the water, of course. She was sitting with her smooth pubes pressing against me, and seemed to delight in gently rubbing herself there. I pulled her close into an embrace. She responded back, nuzzling and cooing.

"Does my Lord feel all cleansed of the long hard day?"

"Most definitely," I replied.

With that, she stood, and pulled my arm to lead me out of the water. "I will dry you, my Lord." She did so with large fluffy white towels, but intriguingly, she avoided my erection. Dry everywhere else, she knelt to her knees, in front of me. "This, My Lord," eyeing my hard cock, "requires special attention."

I watched as the head of my cock disappear between her lips, feeling it slide along the roof of her mouth. Pulling back out, she licked its length, from tip to base. She kissed my balls, then cupped them in her hands again. Her lips placed light kisses up and down me, her little pink tongue flicking lightly against my sensitive skin.

Then came the delicious feeling of her hot wet mouth encircling me. After her sensuous work cleaning me in the bath, I had to concentrate hard not to come immediately. Her tongue stroked the shaft in her mouth. Her mouth tugging at me as her tongue swirled and played, delicately sliding over the hole. The silence of the bathroom was broken by her wet noisy slurping, and my long deep breaths. One hand tugged at my balls, and the other held my cock firmly in its grasp. The sensation of so many different forces on me drove my mind spinning.

She dove down over me, slowly sliding up the shaft, sucking hard. Her mouth lingered around my mushroomed head, tugging gently against the sensitive ridge, before pulling away with a final lingering flick of her tongue on the hole at the end. Then she repeated, over and over, long deep, slow, sensuous motions which cause my body to shake, overcome by the sensations.

She slipped her lips over her teeth, and firmly pressed down, squeezing my cock between them. Then her hands reached around, grabbing hold of my ass, and gently nudged me into her. I pressed my cock into her mouth, pulling forward and back, slowly and carefully. She helped out, pushing forward to meet my thrust.

My hands reached out and grasped her head. My fingers ran through that wet red hair as I felt her head move in perfect timing to my hips, encouraging me to make love to her mouth. It didn't take me long to come. As the pressure built in my groin, her continued pressure of squeezing my balls coupled with the friction of her mouth brought me to a boiling overflow.

With a cry, I came, shooting hot milky come into her mouth, and down her throat. She stopped moving now, forming her mouth back into a vacuum to hold in and suck down every drop I could offer her. Slowly she pulled out, still sucking my cock even as it slowly wilted, its energy spent. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed and her mouth open, and the last white remnants of my come pooled on her tongue which she rolled for me to see. Then she swallowed and sensuously licked her lips to make then glisten with my see, smacking them in hungry enjoyment.

"Tastes great, my Lord," she whispered, "and less filling."

I was too happy and relaxed to comment on her sense of humour. Instead, I pulled her to her feet and scooped her into my arms. I looked down at her. Her eyes were half-closed and a sexy contented smile crossed her face.

It was the look of a cat in heat who was temporarily satiated but who would want more tonight. I carried her towards the bedroom. There was so much more music to play between me and my

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