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And now let’s get down to business: my new Masturbation Monday story.
Her phone buzzed and she read the instruction from him. Cocktail dress, no panties or bra, and heels. I’ll be there soon.
She pressed her thighs together and pulled off her top, unclipped her bra, peeled off her soaked panties and pulled on the red dress he’d given her last week. She was just zipping her dress when he knocked on her door. She went to answer it and tried not to stumble backward as he grabbed her and pushed her against the foyer wall.
He kissed her, plundering her mouth as his hand slipped beneath her dress and thrust his fingers into her. “Mm, aren’t you a needy girl?” He reached down and lifted her legs around his waist. She could feel the bulge of his cock rub against her center and she couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.
He lay her down on her dining room table and spread her legs. “Stay right there, Abigail.”
“Yes, Master.” She watched him go back through her door and brought in a large black bag.
He took a seat in front of her and placed the bag next to him on the floor. “We have dinner reservations in an hour, but first—” Then his mouth was on her.
She arched up on the table, but his hand pressed down on her stomach, forcing her to lie flat and take his oral assault. “Stay still, princess. I know you’re dying to come after no touching all weekend, but I know you can be a good girl for me.”
Before she could answer, his tongue played with her clit and on each upstroke of his as he continually licked her leaking slit. She could hear how wet she was with every lick and suck, making her only get wetter. He slipped two fingers into her, only adding to the torture when he began exclusively licking circles around her clit. When her legs began shaking, he pulled away to her disappointment. She mewled, but he gave her a stern look and she quieted.
That’s when she felt him massaging and pulling apart her lips and blow on her needy clit. That made her try to close her legs. It was too much. But he pressed her thighs down, completely baring her to him again. “I love how responsive my little pussy is.” He bit her thigh, making her squeal. “My little peach is just. So. Juicy.” He punctuated the last three words by licking her again so deeply that her toes curled. Then he set her teeth against her clit and her muscles tensed until she could feel her orgasm rock through her fingertips.
“But…” He stood up and pinched her clit, making her moan. “That’s all you’re going to get before dinner.” He pulled down her skirt and patted her once through the fabric. “Now, let’s get dinner.” He sucked his fingers, staring at her hungrily. “If you’re a good girl, I may let you have a second dessert. Would you like that?”