She didn't shave her pussy. She, however, kept it beautifully manicured. Better said, he kept it precisely trimmed and shaped. He did do daily as part of the bathing ritual she'd taught him. Following her bath he dried and fluffed her golden-brown public hair. Then with a fine, handmade bone comb and a small pair of grooming scissors he'd kneel between her legs in the bathroom before a floor to ceiling mirror (so she could watch him work) and carefully ensure every hair was even, boundaries were perfectly straight . He enjoyed the process and it often showed. Tonight his enjoyment in attending her was evidenced by a long, unbroken, clear string of pre-cum that ran from the slit at the tip of his erect penis to the white marble floor. She, too, was a little more excited than usual. He could see that her pussy was dripping wet despite his most recent attention with a terrycloth towel. Thick, clear fluid oozed from between her labia. Her clit was beginning to extend itself from beneath its hood.
"Hunter, I'm horny tonight. I want to do something different with you. How long have you been attending me?" She reached out as she spoke to run her fingers through his gray-blonde brush cut. The caress was tender, a true caress.
He looked up into her face, knowing it would be okay. Experience had taught him he was allowed to look into her face when this kind of verbal exchange was in play. "About three months Mistress, three really special months. The best time of my life." Hunter meant every word of his short declaration. As he shared his inner feelings, his anal sphincter contracted around the circular rib of the butt-plug he'd worked into his own ass, at her command, well over an hour ago.
"I think it is time we took you just a little further down the path of your servitude. You've taken such good care of my bush tonight; you've made me want to be real nasty. I want to be plain dirty. Cover my cunt-hole with your open mouth. I'm going to piss down your throat." With this command she brought her left hand to the back of his head and tucked his chin well below her patch, dragging his nose through the short-hairs he just created. Hunter was beyond objecting. His cock exuded an ever-thicker stream of pre-cum as it danced freely between his quivering legs.
Melanie was giving soft-spoken directions. A new approach that excited him and generated anticipation of the first-time experience just beginning for him. "Now, Baby, push your tongue deep in my hole. But, keep it soft. Don't stab at me, swab my cunt." As she spoke, she held his head where she wanted it, applying just enough force for him to know he was in her control. She rotated her hips in undulating circles, working his tongue as much as he was.
