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J is for Jazz
The jazz music floated through the open doorway and out onto the balcony where I stood. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. The smells of the ocean assaulted my nose. I could have stood there forever, but then arms wrapped around me from behind, and I leaned into them.
“Hello, sweetheart,” I murmured, wrapping up in the warmth of his arms—my Master. I often called him Master, but he didn’t require it when we weren’t playing. We enjoyed each other when we were in D/s mode and out of it. But there was always an undercurrent of feeling, knowing that he owned me—body, heart, and soul.
“Hello, sexy,” he said, and he nipped at my ear.
I giggled a little and opened my eyes, turning in his arms to face him. “I thought you wanted to wait until tonight to have balcony sex,” I teased.
He grinned down at me, “Why wait?”
“For darkness?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I don’t care.”
Did I care? Somewhat. Mostly it turned me on though. What if we got caught? I looked down over the edge of the balcony and saw that the people on the beach looked like ants. Even if someone looked right at us, they probably wouldn’t see anything. Besides, I reasoned, it wasn’t up to me anyway, and I loved that.
I pulled back enough that I look him in the eye. “If you want balcony sex now, Master, you know I’m willing. I want to please you.”
He wound his hand into my hair and put pressure on the back of my head, guiding me to the floor. I knelt down in front of him and opened my mouth, knowing that he wanted my lips wrapped around his cock. He used his free hand to open the zipper on his pants and slip his cock out.
His skin was warm and soft on my tongue. It was one of my greatest pleasures. He was still soft, and I could take him all the way into my mouth. But as I sucked softly and flicked his cock with my tongue, he started to get hard, and soon I couldn’t keep him entirely in my mouth. I bobbed up and down on him slowly, savoring every bit. But he wasn’t patient just then, and his fingers still wrapped in my hair started to direct my moves.
“That’s it, slut, take it all.”
I did. I gagged, and my eyes watered, but I took it all.
He groaned and pressed me harder against him. “Oh yeah, fuck, that feels good.”
I gagged again, dangerously close to losing my lunch, and pulled back against his hand. He let me, and I stood up slowly, my nose hovering just along his skin. I stood in front of him, looking up into his dark brown eyes.
“I don’t know why you’re standing, slut,” he said. “How can I fuck you like this?”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I wasn’t a brat, after all. I turned and placed my hands on the railing of the balcony, moving one for just a moment to pull my skirt up to my waist. I wasn’t wearing panties, as I knew my Master preferred it that way.
He slid his cock along my slit and found me dripping wet.
“Well, aren’t you just a little kinky slut?” he asked.
2 thoughts on “J is for Jazz”
On the balcony! Very sexy!
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