I have His consent, this time only but He will be watching me from the side of my bed. Slowly I begin to unfasten my blouse, my fingers fumbling on some of the buttons as I know that He is stood just to the side, watching. I allow the soft material to slide down my shoulders and pool at my feet as my hands reach behind me and unfasten the catch of my bra, I watch it fall beside the blouse.

The zip to my skirt is on the side of my hip and with care I lower it and step out from the gathering material at my feet. Its hard not to look over and see if He is indeed watching me.

I glance up as I hear Him move. He makes His way over to the easy chair and gracefully lowers Himself into it, waving His hand to bid me continue.

Stepping out of my heels I bend slightly and free one stocking from its clasps in the suspenders, rolling it down my leg and off my foot and proceed with the other stocking.

I reach behind myself again and unfasten the hooks that kept my suspenders attached, letting it drop with little concern to the growing pile then shimmy out of my thong before stepping away from the clothes. Turning my back to Him, I climb onto the bed and crawl slowly up the comforter until I reach the centre of my bed, turning as I lower myself, so that now I am laying on my back. My eyes drift close and my breathing evens out. Now I am ready Fingers ghost across my nipples, already they stand erect. I cup my breasts and squeeze their fullness, running a thumb around each nipple. Lazily one hand drifts down my stomach, tracing patterns across the soft skin until it slides between my legs, already I am wet and the fingers slide easily around my entrance before dipping inside. My knees rise and I brace my feet against the comforter spreading my legs wider as the finger slides in and out of me.

Not enough my back bends slightly as I stretch further and push two fingers inside. My left hand squeezes my right breast before pulling at the nipple, twisting its nub between finger and thumb.

Carelessly I punish the other breast, squeezing, kneading and rolling it. Freeing my fingers from my wet cunt, I bring them to my lips and hungrily suck them into my mouth, cleaning each digit with precision, before allow the hand to return and begin fingering my personal place. Visions of a head between my legs His mouth hungrily sucking at my cunt, His tongue lapping up my juices, His hands pinning my hips to the bed.

I moan at the thought that He would drink from me. It is His tongue that laps at my personal place, His hands that squeeze my full breast, His thumb and finger that mercilessly punish my nipples. My legs rise up on imaginary shoulders and my body arches as His thick length slides against my cunt, my juices aiding the motion and the friction pure heaven. Almost frantically my fingers work my personal place and private part in turn as visions of Him playing me hard and fast flit behind my closed eyes.

I whimper as my body begins to shudder and pleasure racks me very being as I climaxSlowly my breath returns and my legs lower themselves onto the comforter, my left hands releases my right breast and my right fingers slowly retreat, shaking and wet. In a haze, I bring my fingers to my mouth and clean them before dipping them back into my cunt, gathering the juices and returning my fingers to my mouth, making sure to clean up all my juices. As I slowly return to the here and now I glance down my body and across to the chair.

He is still sat there, His gaze locked with mine and His smile only for me. Rolling over, I slip from the bed and make my way across to Him. Kneeling in front of His spread legs I bow my head and present myself . I feel His hand rest lightly on the top of my head before moving to cup my cheek, His thumb softly rubs my lips before pressing against them.

Smiling, I part my lips and suck His thumb into my mouth, lathing it with my tongue. I am grateful for this pleasure that has been allowed me and await His instructions on how to show my gratitude.