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 Her King (MF, male dom, bd) Another story by Aden East

   (C) 2008

   [please send feedback to AdenEast@gmail.com]



   She walked in, tossing her briefcase, purse and keys onto the nearest
flat object.  It had been a long, bad day and she just wanted to unwind. 
Her dove gray jacket was slung over the back of a chair, her shoes ten feet
across the living room.  As she walked into the bedroom, there he sat like
a king among her pillows.  His crown was a thick mop of raven hair, his
princely robes nothing more than her white satin sheets resting over his
smooth tanned skin.

   "Disrobe for me, my pet.  I so enjoy seeing what you wear under those
conservative little suits."

   Slowly she unbuttoned the pink blouse, revealing a lacy bra of the same
color that barely concealed her breasts.  His eyes greedily roamed over her
as she unzipped her slacks, letting them slip past her pink satin thong to
pool at her feet.  Carefully removing the pins from her hair, she let the
heavy mass of auburn locks fall to the middle of her back.  Turning to face
away from him, she bent at the waist, slowly peeling off the stockings one
at a time.

   "You are impeccable, absolutely gorgeous.  Now come here, and let me
play with you."

   She smiled and moved onto the bed, purring as he kissed her.  His hands
roamed freely for a moment, and then he rid himself of the sheet.  With his
hands tangled in her hair, he guided her mouth to his swollen member.

   "You don't seem to want to answer me when I speak.  Now I'm going to put
something in your mouth so you can't speak."

   Slowly he slid past her lips, not stopping until he felt the back of her
throat.  Brushing her hair out of the way, he guided her mouth up and down
on his cock, groaning as he felt her tongue rubbing back and forth against
him.

   "Suck well, little one.  I know you'd hate to disappoint me."

   With her lips tight around him she sucked hard on his cock, her tongue
dancing around his flesh like a gypsy around a campfire...  he was just as
hot.  Her hair tickled his thighs as she stroked him with her beautiful
mouth, and he moaned each time he slid to her throat.  She could feel his
hands flexing in her hair, hear his breathing quicken every time she
touched a sensitive spot with her clever tongue, and she triumphed quietly
as he pulled her mouth fully onto his cock, filling her mouth with his cum.
She swallowed every drop, and when he let her go she licked him and her
lips clean.

   "Very good, my pet, you are astoundingly adept at that."

   "Thank you, sir."

   Moving to the edge of the bed, he pulled her to her feet, admiring her
as she stood before him.  Slowly his hands moved over her skin, tempting...
teasing.  He unhooked her bra, tossing the lace aside like so much garbage,
his eyes glued to her round breasts.  Cupping them in his hands, he kneaded
softly, and his thumbs brushed back and forth over her already erect
nipples.  Her head fell back, a moan slipping out of her as his hot mouth
covered the sensitive peak.  She moved her hands to his shoulders for
balance, and his mouth moved to her other nipple, shooting little spears of
heat into her belly.

   Drawing back with a grin, he moves her hands to her sides.  With a
finger hooked in the waistband of her panties, he slides them down to her
ankles, noticing a wet spot as she steps out of them.

   "Hmm.  It looks like you were thinking of me today, little one.  Were
you thinking naughty thoughts at work?"

   She blushes, her head down.  "Yes, sir, I was.  "

   He lays her on the bed, spreading her thighs wide to reveal the soft,
moist petals.  With two fingertips he barely brushes over her.  Taking her
wrists, he ties them together, fastening them to the headboard.  Slowly he
moves down her body, leaving a trail of warm kisses on her skin.  He grins
up at her from between her legs, and plants open mouthed kisses all around
her pussy, never quite touching where he knows she wants.

   "Oh, please, sir..."

   "Please what?"

   "Please...  I...  Sir, please..."

   He laughs and gently opens her, sliding his tongue up and down her core.
She whimpers, shivering a little as he teases her clit.  Over and over his
tongue flicks against her hot little hole, never entering.  She drips for
him, moaning and squirming.  Just when she thinks she can take no more, he
climbs up her body, his stiff cock poised at her entrance.

   "You want my cock, don't you sweetie?"

   "Yes, sir!"

   "Where do you want it?"

   "Inside me, sir."

   "Where inside of you, little one?"

   "In my pussy, sir, please?"

   "Tsk tsk.  Who's pussy is it?"

   "Sir?  It..  it's mine"

   He uses his throbbing member to spank her swollen clit.  "Whose pussy is
it, my pet?"

   "It's yours sir!"

   "Mmm.  That's my good girl."

   In one long thrust he buries himself in her, filling her...  stretching
her.  She shudders, moaning, her pussy quivering around him as he absorbs
the sensation of being deep inside her warm body.  He grinds into her, and
then slowly starts pumping in and out of her pussy.  He looks down,
watching her lips stretch around him, his cock glistening as she covers it
with her juices.  He leans over her, nibbling on her neck and whispering
dirty secrets into her ear, enjoying the way she punctuates his thrusts
with whimpers and moans.

   Her whole body feels as if it's on fire, flames dancing under her skin.
The pleasure is almost too much...  she closes her eyes.

   "Oh no, baby.  You open your eyes and look at me while I fuck you."

   She whimpers out "Yes, sir" And opens her eyes, looking into his.

   He bends her legs back, his cock sliding deeper inside of her.  She
grips him tightly, her moans growing louder.

   "It's time, my sweet, cum for me, now."

   Her "yes sir" comes out as only "yesssss," the rest of it lost as her
body convulses around him like molten hot satin, coaxing from him the very
thing he asked of her.  With a primal roar, he slams into her, both their
bodies trembling as he empties himself deep within her honeyed walls.

   After a moment of being unable to move, he reaches up and unties her,
rubbing her wrists where the silk restrained her.  Rolling over, again he
rests back upon the pillows like a regal king, and he slides her atop his
royal member.  She shudders, coming again, and he only grins, pulling her
head down to rest on his shoulder.  Lightly he caresses her back.

   "So, sweetie, how was your day?
   She smiles and curls into his embrace.  "Oh.  It was okay."