Tessa stood in front of the vanity running the brush through her hair. The light from the candles occasionally catching the red highlights in her auburn locks or the silver of the brush and for a moment her hair seemed almost ablaze with a halo of fire. Michael watched her in rapt attention from his chair as she slowly stroked through the waist length silken strands, his eyes drinking in her beauty like wine and he grew drunk on the sight. The long night gown she wore was made of white silk that seemed so brilliant in it's purity and the ruffles and lace so delicate, she looked like an angel. This was the idea.
He rose and walked closer to her, his own shirt open to the waist and hanging open, his britches with the laces untied so that the waist flapped open slightly. His own dark hair was free and fell like a frame about his face giving his eyes a darker look then normal. He tossed the wine goblet to the fire place and strode purposefully up behind Tessa. The crash of the breaking crystal making her jump slightly and then she stood frozen as he moved behind her.
"Don't stop," He said as he leaned close to smell her hair, her flesh, her scent. "Keep brushing."
Tessa complied and once again ran the brush through her hair but, the calm serenity was gone now. There was an edge of excitement to her. She tried her best to keep the strokes even and steady but, she found her mind wandering and her attention drawn to his presence behind her as she felt him so close, the heat of his body more prevalent then the burning of the fire in the hearth. She heard him breathing her in and savoring her and felt a rush of arousal.
"You seem distracted my dear." Michael's voice was deep and soothing, like a cello who's strings were seduced into song by lovers. "You attention is not on the task at hand."
"I'm sorry M'lord." Her voice faltering, seeming small as it hung in the air.
"No need to be sorry precious one." His hand slowly stroked her hair and she felt her knees go weak at his brief touch. "Just an observation. Please continue for me." His voice had an edge to it that told her she should go on. It was not a threat, more of a commanding tone that made her pulse quicken and her breath catch at the thought. She continued stroking her hair and tried to concentrate, tried to please him as she so desired to do but, the thoughts racing through her mind kept getting in the way. The even strokes and timed movements slowly began to deteriorate.
She looked in the mirror and watched herself slowly brushing her hair. He was so close to her it was hard to see where she stopped and he started as he pressed up behind her. He peered around her, his dark eyes barely cresting her mane of hair and yet they seemed more commanding then her entire visage. Those dark piercing eyes that looked through her even in the reflection as he watched her in the mirror. Though she could not see his mouth she saw the smile in his eyes as he watched her and the hunger there too. . .a deep passionate thirst for her. The look was like a hand upon her heart making it skip a beat.
Then his hands moved over hers. Slowly sliding down the arms and as they did, her flesh grew calm. Down to the elbow and her hands stopped shaking. Sliding over the back of her hands and she was still. His body seemed to mold itself behind her and become an extension of her and she almost felt herself flowing into him.
"Ask." Was all he said. The tone was commanding but not aggressive... .yet.
"Please M'lord." She pleaded.
"Please what?"
"Please M'lord. I seem to be having trouble getting ready for bed." Her voice faltering with excitement.
"Yes you do don't you?" He chuckled softly and his grip upon her hands became firmer. "So what do you wish of me little one?"
"Please sir, I need help. Please would you. . ." Her voice trailed off as a sudden shudder of excitement thrilled through her.
"Would I. . .?" He asked, his voice dropping off. She could feel his cock beneath the tight cloth of his pants beginning to grow hard.
"Would you use me M'lord? Please would you and help me get ready?" She could feel the tingle in her body beginning to centralize in her nipples and pussy. Both areas becoming incredibly sensitive. Both seeming to awaken and provide a focal point for an intense fire that was beginning to burn in her. Like her body itself was becoming flame and her blood was reaching a point of boiling. She could feel her silk panties getting wet and sticky from her arousal and knew soon, very soon, they would almost drip with her hunger for him. . .for what was to come. She could feel her nipples pressing against the silk of her gown, the soft fabric licking them and making them ache for a real tongue.
She heard him breath deeply, drawing in her scent, her arousal, her soul. She felt his grip become so firm it was like his hands became part of her and she was only a puppet, without control over her own actions. His muscles tensed for movement and hers responded as well. So well versed was this dance, she felt her body go completely to his control. He moved his arms and hers puppeted the action. She ceased to be and became his extension, became his toy to play with.
He splayed his fingers and she did as well and he brushed her hair from her face with her own hand. She watched in the mirror as he moved her, as her body submitted to his commands and whims. Using her fingers he traced them along her neck, slowly caressing herself... feeling the smooth silky skin that was so hot to the touch.
Her breath came a bit more ragged now as the dance continued. He traced her fingers across the small of her neck, feeling the gentle dip above her clavicle and then up her throat. He tilted her head and traced just the very tips of her fingers tickling her throat up to her chin and then traced one finger over her full red lips. She gasped at the feeling of her own touch and at being touched by herself/him.
He watched her arousal in the mirror, his own hunger growing as he watched her. His cock now pressed so tightly against her she could feel it throb as he moved. He moved her other hand to her neck and began to slowly slide it down towards her waiting breast while still feeling her lips with one finger. She was nearly panting at the sensations of her own caresses. The fingers dipped into her gown and the nails ran along the upper swell of her breast. Slowly, so painfully slowly they reached down further until the nightgown stopped their progress with it's high neckline. He did not press her further but instead slid from one breast to the other and felt her flesh through her hand. . .feeling the heart within pounding in excitement.
His breath was growing ragged and coarse. Sounding more and more like an animals low growl as his excitement grew. She lost herself into that sound for a moment, letting it take her further into herself. He pulled her hand from her lips and in one move ran it down along her body to her burning pussy. Pushing on the silk of her gown she felt the heat through two layers of fabric as her pussy seemed ready to burst into flame at any second. The wetness almost immediately followed as she soaked through her panties and gown and moistened her fingers as they probed through the fabric.
Her other hand moved at his bidding down and cupped her breast through the silk and squeezed it deliciously hard. The smooth silk was cold as it cupped her flesh and slid along it as she squeezed and released several times at his bidding. Her nipple ached as the fabric tickled it and she wanted to feel his/her hands directly on it so badly but, he was not ready for that yet.
He was staring in rapt attention as he moved her fingers and made her start to rub her pussy through the clothing. Watching as the white silk darkened to a light gray from her juices soaking through. She began to tremble as the rubbing became more intense and quicker. Her fingers playing with her clit through the slick, wet folds of her gown. Her panties were pushed up into her in the frenzy and one of her lips slipped free. The cold air instantly sent shocks through her as the shaved pussy lip was exposed.
She was moaning and his breath was a growl now. A hunger had taken them both and there was no turning back. Using her hand he grabbed the neckline of her gown and pulled down. The silk ripping under the strain and her left breast hung free to the air. The sound was so wet, so intense, she nearly collapsed hearing it. It was like a stab of noise penetrated her.
He grabbed with hand at the exposed breast and used her nails to scrape the flesh causing tiny red lines to appear on her soft white breast. The nipple stuck out and begged to be played with but, he wasn't quite there yet. He grabbed and squeezed her breast and she was lost in the feel of her flesh in her hand. She squeezed as he made her and let her fingers slide over the flesh until they closed on the waiting nipple. A bolt of electricity shot through her at the first touch and she experienced a quick climax at the feel. She closed her fingers tightly and pulled on her aching nipple, extending it out and pulling the breast until she couldn't take any more.
Letting go of the nipple he/she grabbed the other side of the gown and shredded it further, pulling it down from the shoulder so that only strands hung on her now. The other breast exposed, she/he grabbed it and began to squeeze it with the same enthusiasm as the first. Pulling on the nipple and scratching her flesh with her nails.
The hand on her pussy had worked the fabric into her slit and was feverishly rubbing the clit. The silk was soaking wet now from her cum and slid easily under her hand. She pressed two fingers into her open pussy lips and rubbed her palm against her clit and ground hard. The silk now almost painful as the wetness brought out the grain of the silk ever so slightly. As slight as the grain of the fine silk was, she was rubbing it so hard and fast it was scratching her inner folds and clit in such a way that she was sure she would catch fire.
She watched all of this in the mirror. Watched as she was used as a puppet and masturbated, her gown torn and hanging from her in tatters, a fine layer of sweat covering her skin. And his eyes looking over her shoulder. . .those feverish eyes watching her and guiding her to a further frenzy. He had a wild look and was biting at her neck as he watched her. His bites, painful though they were, simple dissolved and became part of the whole sensation.
She began to shake all over but, he would not allow her to stop. Like a madman he made her go faster, rub harder, keep going for him. So she performed for him and watched as she did. Her vision became blurry and she could not focus. A wave grew in her and broke free of control and she felt it wash through her as she began to cum. A hard intense orgasm that took her breath and any strength she had left. But his hands continued to move hers. The sensations so intense she wanted to stop but, he moved her on and kept increasing the intensity. She tried to cry out but found no sound would come from her throat as it clenched tight in a silent scream. He whole body became flame and each moment blurred into wave after wave of electricity coursing through her.
She crumpled like a doll and collapsed to the floor as her body exploded in pure pleasure. She shook and spasmed and curled into a ball and then stretched out and writhed in the sensation. She was not in control of herself even though his hands no longer touched her. He stood over her watching her cum, stroking his cock through his tight pants.
She finally felt everything begin to subside and she began to recognize her surroundings again. Her eyes fixated on the sight of him standing over her, his hard cock clearly visible through the material. His hand running along the length squeezing it. His shirt gone, his bare chest heaving in excitement. She was quaking and unable to move but she watched him. She stared in rapt attention at his display of arousal.
He watched her laying there for long moments waiting. . . .waiting for her to recover enough. He watched her flesh twitch and spasm on it's own accord waiting for the aftershocks to subside in her. At last she lay at rest. Her body once again still. Her breathing once again steady. She looked up at him and watched as he played with his cock through the pants until a small wet spot of precum appeared through the fabric and he smiled down at her.
His voice was deep, raspy, hungry, when he spoke. "My turn." Was all he said. . . .all he needed to say. The words were like lighting through her throwing her to action to please him. Only to please him. That was her only thought now.
She jumped up to her knees and knelt before him watching him as he tore at the laces on his britches. Finally, after long moments they gave way and his pants began to slide down off his hips. His glorious cock sprang to full length and bobbed in front of her face, inches away. She could see the sheen of precum making the head glossy and wet. It was so huge, so gloriously hard, the veins stood out down it's length and it throbbed as it hung there twitching slightly. It was long enough that even rock hard, it bent slightly downward from it's own weight in front of her.
He reached out for her and grabbed her hair. Those long silky locks now becoming a convenient handle for him to use as he wrapped them around his hand and pulled her face forward. His cock pressed against her lips and then parted them and began to slide into her mouth. She remained still and allowed him to penetrate her mouth as he wished. Half of his 9 inches slid into her mouth and the head pressed against the back of her throat. She fought back a gag and let her saliva coat it's length.
"Suck." One word of command and she was in action. She began to apply suction to the cock as he slid it back out, her tongue swirling and caressing it. He pulled the cock all the way out of her mouth and rested the head against her lips, easing up his grasp of her hair to allow her room to work. Work she did, she licked and sucked the head and shaft like a woman possessed, her mouth making wonderful slurping noises as she did. She milked his cock with her lips, pressing enough to stroke him with her mouth and tasting the precum and growing hungrier.
She ran her tongue under the head and along it's rim and then across to the hole and was rewarded by another salty taste of his precum which left a stringer of goo from her tongue to the cock as she pulled her head back a little. He moaned and the grasp of her hair grew tighter as he shoved his cock back into her mouth and began to fuck her face.
He used her mouth like the warm hole it was and began to fuck it. She sucked and slurped him and moaned in pleasure as he fucked her face faster and faster. His hard cock pressing hard against the back of her throat and then sliding until the large head pulled at her lips. The feel of his flesh entering her, filling her mouth sent shocks through her. She loved to taste him, to please him by being his hole to fuck, whatever hole he chose.
He was stroking the base of his cock feverishly as he fucked her face. The hunger and need in his eyes palatable, as though it dripped from him. He wanted to get off. . . .needed to cum. He watched his cock slide in and out of her mouth and loved the show. His private fuck slut. He watched as the shaft slid into her mouth, watched as her saliva made it shine with sex. His breathing grew ragged, forced. His body clenched and twitched. He was so close.
He pulled out of her mouth and began to stroke his cock fast and hard. The slapping of his hand up and down the length resounding like thunder in the room.
"Brush!" He croaked out, only half coherently.
She looked and saw the brush lying next to her and grabbed it. Kneeling before him she bowed her head and held the brush before her, the bristles pointing to the ceiling and waited. He moaned loudly and then she felt his cum splash onto the upturned bristles. The second burst of cum splattered across the soaking bristles and onto her bare chest, slowly dripping down her curves. The third blast missed the brush entirely and splashed across her face and neck. Then the smaller spurts were each milked onto the brush, filling it's bristles with his cum.
He stood there squeezing his cock, milking the last of the cum from it and then just enjoying the over sensitive shudders as he ran his hands over it's slippery length. He stroked himself for another minute, looking down at her as she knelt before him, his cum dripping down her arms, breasts, neck, face, slowly sliding down over her flesh leaving trails of wetness behind. He smiled at the site as he stroked his cock on last time and squeezed it once more.
"Up." He said in a deep tone. Not so hungry as before but, more commanding.
Tessa rose to her feet and placed the brush in his out stretched hand. He took it and turned her around and prodded her to the vanity. She looked into the mirror and saw herself, her skin dripping his sex and her own sweat. She seemed to glisten and shine in the candlelight and her gown hung from her in shreds. Her panties were soaking wet, one pussy lip exposed peeking out of her panties. He stepped up behind her and his arms once again slid around her and onto hers. She opened her hand and he placed the brush in it and then placed his hand under hers and raised it. She watched as he raised her arm up and gently ran the brush through her long silky hair. The hair becoming wet as the cum was brushed through it.
Stroke after stroke as he/she ran the brush over her hair and slowly combed the silky locks wet with his sex. Stroke after stroke as her hair was brushed back from her face to lay wet to her scalp. Stroke after stroke until it's entire length had been covered with a small measure of cum.
He moved her arms up and slid the remains of her gown off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She slid her fingers into her panty leg and pulled it over the exposed lip and straightened them out. She looked at herself in the mirror and at him looking around her. They both drank the vision of her in. He kissed her neck and pressed his still semi hard cock against her ass through the wet panties, allowing the fabric to soak in the last wetness from him.
They both watched her in the mirror for long moments and then he smiled.
"Are you ready for bed?" He asked.
"Yes M'lord. Thank you M'lord."
"Thank me? For what little one." He asked.
"For helping me sir. For using me sir." She answered and gave a small smile.
"Anytime my dear Tessa. Anytime."
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