AUTHOR’S NOTE: As my profile states, I don’t really have any fetishes. And, yes...my definition of fetish is slightly broader than what most people think of as a fetish. That this piece ended up being about a master/slave relationship is a bit of a surprise to me. I didn’t begin it that way...but, somewhere, it took on a life of it’s own and I thought...who am I to dissuade it? Since my knowledge of such things is so very sparse...if I have, in any way, disparaged the sub/dom community in my ignorance...please, accept my apologies.
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Dear Sweet Master,
I will do my best to serve you...and service Master Cock.
Read these words and sample my desire to be with you...to please you.
See as I walk to where you sit at the computer. Watch as I kneel before you, my head bowed.
I kiss your feet...caress your calves...slowly nibble my way up your leg. I massage your knees as I spread them open to trace my tongue along your inner thighs.
My hands tenderly run up your thighs as I bury my face into your heavy balls. Gently, I rub myself there. I can feel them rolling in their sack...rubbing against each other and me.
Not able to resist my Master's treasures, I lavish them with kisses and licks, covering them completely. My lips part wider and wider. Finally, I suck one testicle into my mouth. My tongue explores it...measures it...pushes and pulls it. I can feel the other testicle hitting my lips...knocking to come into the warmth. I stretch my mouth as much as I can and suck him in.
Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My mouth is so full of your sheathed sperm! I pump and mouth fuck myself with your balls, knowing that soon the sheath will be gone and I will taste your salty seed.
As I suck you, my nose bangs softly into Master Cock's hilt...the soft hairs there, brushing my skin. I reach up to feel the triad columns of inner flesh that engorge him with blood...making him swell and loom rock-hard. And, oh yes! He is so hard!
Letting your sack roll out my mouth, I slide up wanting even more from my Master. I throw you a knowing smile. We servants can be so demanding. How do you manage to live with us?
You watch as I rise a bit. My breasts are obscured from view by your own body...but you can see the soft upper swell of them and, in your mind, you follow the line down to my nipples. You can feel them softly slapping against your thighs and balls...swaying as I lean over to make love to my sweet Master Cock.
You see my lips moving sensually. You hear me speaking...whispering adorations.
"Oh, Master Cock...you're hardness excites me...your velvet caresses me! Feel as I lay my cheek along your shaft. Let me stroke you for a bit that way. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I can feel your veins pulsing under me!"
"Dear sweet Master Cock! Touching you makes my nipples tighten...my pussy quiver open! You have no idea the power you have over me! How much I want to be ravaged by you...to feel you invade my moist tight fortress!"
"I see you...a thick, hard battering ram...poised at my gate...laying siege to my walls as you thrust in deep. You conquer me as my cunt walls suck you in. Finally they collapse in an earthquake so full with spasms that I can only lay limp in your arms...moaning...riding through the final assault...the vicious thrusts."
"Your hips slap into mine so hard. Both of us are breathing hard...gasping. Your eyes pierce through me. Then you throw back your head and I hear your grunts of sweet victory as a hot wash of sperm floods my deepest sanctuary!"
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It wasn't enough that you tumbled down my inner walls...now you set fire to them as you continue to explode, launching volleys of your flaming seed deep inside me!"
