by Chastiser
Amy Has A Kinky Wet Dream
Amy opened her eyes, it was still dark and she looked over to the alarm clock on the bedside table, the glowing digits told her it was 4:15am. She lay there, in bed, enjoying the warmth and closeness of the bedcovers, listening to the slow measured breathing of her Master as he slept beside her.
A small smile stole onto Amy’s lips, she had had an idea and the smile widened as she decided to put her idea into practice. she turned round under the bedclothes until she was facing her Master. She reached towards him and slid her hand down until she could feel his penis, like the rest of him, it was sleeping, and she enjoyed the feel of it; the soft skin, the unfamiliar vulnerability of it. Gently she began to stroke it, to touch it lovingly, sliding back the foreskin and exposing the tip. She heard her Master’s breathing alter slightly but he did not stir!
After a few moments Amy felt the cock in her hand start to grow and she started moving her fingers back and forth along its increasing length and she could feel the increase in thickness between her fingers too. Then, at last she could feel the familiar strength, the familiar and much loved hardness in her hand, she smiled again.
Amy slid under the bedclothes, her face moving towards her Master’s now rigid penis. She brushed the tip with her lips and enjoyed the velvety soft feel of the fine skin and the taste of her Master’s flesh. Now she slid the cock into her mouth, feeling it’s heat, still going gently as she did not wish to wake her Master. She slid the cock all the way into her mouth so that she could feel the tip against the back of her throat and then started to slide her mouth back and forth, letting her Master mouth fuck her in his sleep.
Amy let her free hand wander down to her breast, the nipple was already hard, and she shuddered a little as her fingers squeezed the aroused flesh, distantly she was aware of her other nipple brushing gently against her Master’s leg and she enjoyed that sensation too.
As though it had a life of its own, Amy’s hand wandered down further, over her stomach, and down to where a tingling heat was already starting to grow. Her fingers brushed through the fine filaments of her pubic hair and down over the mound of her sex to where the centre of her sensations emanated from. Her fingertip brushed against her clit and she involuntarily sucked in her breath, she pressed down gently on it and she felt her tummy flip as she was washed with a fire from within. Amy slid her fingers down even more, until she found the entrance to her pussy, already she was wet and her fingers slid easily inside.
She pushed her fingers deep within herself, until they could go no deeper and then she moved the fingers back and forth, stroking her vaginal walls. Not able to stand the pleasure of this for long Amy started to move her fingers in and out, slowly at first but with an increasing rythmme, and, at the same time she started sucking her Master’s cock with the same rythmme, the tempo becoming faster and faster.
She knew she was going to cum, she could feel it blossoming within her, the pressure building, she could feel the edge of the sensation pushing out, washing over her lower body and making her legs tremble slightly. She moved her thumb onto her clit, the double sensation pushing her right over the edge, she was losing control, but a part of her mind focused on her Master’s penis, keeping the sucking motion steady and light.
Through the miasma of emotion Amy became aware of a hand pulling her head down onto the cock in her mouth, fingers wrapped in her blonde hair, an insistance in their strength. The waves of her cum washing over her, Amy felt the cock become harder still, the tip swelling, its girth thickening even more. A sound came from deep in her throat, a moan, a gasp whose escape was prevented by the cock deep in her mouth; she knew her Master was about to cum and she was ready to savour the salty/herby taste that was so familiar.
The anticipation only served to heighten her feelings and her fingers moved frantically within herself, the whole length of them slippery with her own juices, the tops of her thighs damp, her pubic hair drenched with sweet juice. Her mouth filled with heat as a jet of sperm exploded against the back of her throat, and then another jet and another and another as her Master’s cum hosed into her mouth, filling it to the point that some escaped from her lips and ran down to her chin. Amy drank it all, cumming as she did so, and then she licked the length of the shaft wasting nothing, tasting everything, loving the sensation within herself and loving her Master.
Amy snuggled up to her sleeping Master, who did not seem to have awakened, wrapped her arms lovingly around him and drifted off to sleep.
Mike’s eyes opened a little, and he looked down at Amy, now snuggled up against him, he smiled sofltly and thought to himself, such a sweet lovely little sub, my Amy!
