Jia sat naked handcuffed and blindfolded in the galley as I fed her breakfast. A bite of egg, a piece of bacon, wipe her mouth. Some orange juice, more egg, a bite of toaster waffle, wipe her mouth. A crystalline drop of syrup fell to her perfect breast, slowly dripping toward a puffy nipple and I leaned to slowly lick it off. I felt Jiu draw a breath and her body stiffen, her spine straightening, jutting out those superb breasts. But this time I could see the nerve endings on her skin rise and her breathing heightened slightly. That was not fear or dread, that was sexual excitement.
I took a piece of waffle from the fork and rubbed it around her nipple, then put it in her mouth. While giving her a sip of juice, I licked off the syrup and lingered to suck on the nipple. Again, her breath caught in her throat.
"Why Jia, I do believe you like that," I said.
I fed her some more eggs and bacon, but then dropped a piece of waffle into her lap. It nestled against her landing strip and she sat there, unsure of what to do.
"Of course I can't leave that down there. I'll have to get it for you, won't I?"
I touched her knee and slid my hand up her shapely thigh toward the waffle. To my surprise, she parted her legs, and the piece slipped down in front of her vaginal opening. As my hand got closer to her pussy, I felt her hips give a tiny thrust, willing my hand to touch her there. I glided my hand up her mound, my middle finger parting her labia and stroking her clit. She inhaled and her head tilted back slightly. I brought the waffle piece up, dragging it along her slit and across her silky stomach and delightful tits before rubbing her lips with it. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I put the waffle on it and she chewed it slowly, deliberately, pausing to lick her lips after swallowing it.
This was getting interesting.
I gave Jia another sip of orange juice and with an almost imperceptible smile she let some of it dribble out of her mouth onto her chest. I watched the tiny golden river drip off her right breast into her lap.
"Now look what you've done. I suppose I'll have to clean that up."
My finger traced the juice's route, pausing to smear it around her nipple. I leaned in to gently lick some off her neck and she shivered as I rolled her nipple in my fingers. I continued licking the juice off her neck, moving down toward her chest as my fingers lightly traced the OJ's path across her stomach toward her legs.
As my tongue neared her breast, she moaned softly and arched her back, thrusting her breasts out. She leaned her head back as her breath quickened. As I began to lick the juice from her breast without touching her nipple, my hand spread the juice around and just below her navel. My tongue made circles around her nipple and I watched it enlarge. When my hand moved toward her slit, she moved her ass to the edge of the chair, spreading her legs further and humping my hand. I sucked the end of her breast, careful not to touch the nipple as my middle finger parted her labia and sought out her pussy. Inserting my finger brought a gasp and a little groan from her. My thumb found her clitoral hood and lightly stroked it. She humped my hand harder.
I bit and licked her nipple and she cried out.
