In the motel room she knelt at his feet, her dark fingers gripping and gently tugging on his white, semi-erect cock. Her face radiated the heat of her lust that had been fueled and stoked by the blowjob she had just given him. He smiled with the satisfied grin of a man who has just shot a load of semen down a beautiful woman's throat. She still wore her tight, skimpy dress and heels. His shirt hung open and his pants were down around his ankles.
After taking a few deep breaths to semi-compose himself he instructed her to remove his shoes and pants.
The hand that had been resting on his thigh, the fingers lightly scratching at his flesh, slid down to do as he said. With both of them shifting slightly they had these garments, along with his socks, tossed to the side in moments.
He then leaned forward and grabbed her bicep. Standing up himself he pulled her with him. The action nearly made her loose the grip she had on his cock and she whimpered softly as she grabbed it tighter to avoid this.
For a minute they stood in the room with her pulling at his cock, squeezing it. At the front of her dress her nipples were plainly visible, the hard nubs pushing forcefully at the dress she wore. She was panting through open lips, her eyes crawling across his body and staring at the cock she held.
"Alright slave," he said, "now take my shirt off."
When she reached to do this with only her one hand, not wanting to release her grasp of his cock with the other, he stopped her.
"Both hands, slave," he ordered.
"Mmmmm," she whimpered as she obediently let go her grip on his cock.
She pulled his shirt down off his shoulders and added it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Her hand quickly moved to reattach itself to his cock but he stopped her again. Placing his hands on her shoulders he pushed her back a step.
"Now its your turn," he said. "Take off your dress. Show your master your body."
While sucking his cock and being talked to her lust had reached a plateau, bringing with it the manifestation of an orgasm within her loins. Now, with his newest orders, that orgasm hung within recognition, it wavered inside of her lust filled loins and breathed hot fire across her desire tingling nerves. Her body quivered slightly as she looked in his eyes and reached behind herself for the dress' zipper. She pulled this down then allowed the straps to slip from her shoulders. For just a second she held the garment up with her hands at the front then slowly pulled it down, allowing it to fall from her body into a pile around her feet.
"Ooohhhh," he whispered appreciatively.
He had already been certain she wasn't wearing a bra and now he had proof. Her tits stood out firm and developed with dark, hard areolas topped by swollen nipples. Rising up in a vee from her crotch to cross high on her hips was a pair of skimpy, red lace panties. As she stood there he could see a dark spot toward the front of them where her juices had flowed from her pussy.
"Shoes. Off." He said simply.
She lifted her feet from within the ring of her dress and kicked it aside then, raising one foot at a time, she slipped the heels off, tossing them aside as well.
"Oohhh yes," he sighed, stepping toward her.
While she cast her eyes floorward he covered her tits with his hands, cupping them and gently squeezing their dark, pliant flesh. His thumbs slid across her hard nipples, stroking them with light pressure.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh," her breath caught in her throat.
"What a lovely little slave girl you are," he grinned.
"Uuuuggggghhhhhh," she whimpered.
He remained standing there cupping and squeezing her breasts for several minutes, his fingers massaging the soft flesh, his thumbs stroking her swollen areolas and nipples.
Her own hand once more reached out to grasp at his cock, her fingers pulling on the fleshy pole as blood flowed to it.
One of his hands released her tit and slid down across her abdomen, delicately trailing along her flesh to dip down toward her crotch and across the top of her panties where they played lightly.
She felt the orgasm inside her lean forward with hungry anticipation, felt it stretching out to explode with the touch of his hand. It lingered so tantalizingly close, her juices flowing freer.
"Uuuuhhhhhhh," her breath caught in her throat, her hips jerking forward slightly.
"Yes, a beautiful slave girl. And a horny one too," he whispered.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh."
She kept her face turned to the side slightly, her eyes rolling to the corners to stare at the cock she was holding, stroking. He massaged one tit and played at the top of her panties, his fingers occasionally dipping down toward her sex, toward her throbbing clit but never actually reaching either. Her chest rose and fell heavily as her breathing grew more and more shallow, her lust building inside her loins. Her juices flowed more too, the dark patch on her panties growing as she became wetter and wetter from his attentions. Each time his fingers dipped down toward her cunt her hips jerked and her breath would catch.
When he dropped his hands to his sides she whimpered from the loss of his touch. Her head turned to look at him, her eyes almost pleading with him to replace his hands upon her body.
"Get on the bed, slave," he told her.
Her heart leapt, her breath caught.
Although she wanted his hands back on her and she had to release his cock in order to do as he said, she knew what it meant.
With a last tug on his cock she let go and moved toward the bed. Climbing onto it she rolled onto her back and looked at him questioningly. Her breasts rolled and swayed with her movements, her hard nipples poking skyward in their aching firmness. Reflexively her legs spread themselves, her knees bending slightly. The wet patch on her panties was plainly evident now as was the outline of her swollen labia beneath the lacy material.
He stood beside the bed staring down at her, devouring her with his eyes.
Instinctively her hands came up to her breasts. She filled her fingers with her own dark, fleshy mounds and rolled her swollen nipples between her fingers.
"That's good. That's a real good little slave girl," he commented appreciatively.
As he continued to watch her massage and play with her own tits her eyes slowly closed and her head rolled to one side. Her mouth hung open and small, soft gasps of pleasure came from between her lips.
"Yes, show me what a good little slave girl you are," he told her. "Show me what a black slut you are."
