After Midnight....

It was a stressful day for both Molly and Mick here in River City. Job related stress. We did go for our evening bike ride, and then did some work on our perspective computers.

Mistress was worshipped, of course, after dinner, but by around 11 it seemed too late and we were too tired for sex…. wait until morning was the plan. At least then it was.

But all that stress…. All the issues popping through our brains made it impossible for us to sleep.

Tossing and turning. Picking up threads of conversations from earlier in the day. Sleep was not happening…..

Slave decided to take matters into his own hands…. Or, in this case, lips.

My head dipped between the firm and tanned thighs depicted above. I sucked and lapped until Mistress was rising up to meet my mouth and churning and moaning through a multi-wave cum.

But I made it clear I was not done yet, if Mistress was in the mood for further diversion.

“Would Mistress like to suck her cock?”

“Of course, I would, Slave….”

And so she did until it was firm and longing for that velvety touch of those well exercised muscles (See yesterday’s entry). I was begging to fuck her, but knew that she might need something more than a conventional methodology to ready her for sleep.

“Would Mistress like to ride her cock?”

“Excellent idea, Slave.”

I egged her on with some fantasy material from deep in the recesses of my filthy mind. I will spare you the details. Suffice it to say Mistress definitely seemed amused, and was moaning through one dramatic orgasm after another until she was exhausted, collapsing onto her Slave.

“Would you like me to get on top now, Mistress….”

I was hoping she still had enough energy left to let me take my own satisfaction.

Fortunately for me, she did.