My Thanksgiving Break Fantasy Featuring Mallory

Mallory in the park. On the edge of a metal seat. Sitting across from, and talking lightly with Master. There is an open seat for me, but I don’t take it. I step over the back of hers instead and sink down behind her straddling her back. My face in her hair, our bodies tight together… savoring everything possible about the proximity. Eventually, my hands push her hair aside so I can lightly kiss the back of her neck. My hands glide down her arms and proceed to roam… not listening to their conversation. Her feel, her smell has me reeling. Feeling more urgent, I can’t fight this growing sense of what I want, what I must have, my hands reach around, up her thigh, it only escalates my desire, Making me bolder than I should be. I push under her skirt. I brush the edge of her panties with the tip of my finger and every innocent, every wholesome thought I’ve ever had, is just gone. Things tighten. My finger continues exploring ways to leverage the texture of the panties, to reveal to me the contours of everything underneath… all driving me further, every whimper she makes, every movement against me, takes me deeper, closer to where I am that wild animal, with the adrenaline of the hunt in my veins and my nostrils filled with the scent of blood.

All this energy has to go somewhere, I surprise us all and start grinding my hips into hers, my arm tightening around her, the other hand begins tapping steadily against her moist panties. Small slaps, my palm planted flat, using just my fingers, all together. I huddle into her, offering comfort at the same time to us both. I can feel her wrestling with her own jagged impulses… some of which are thoughts of refusal. I know we are teetering. Please please, I think, ‘let me, let me’. My breathing is heavier, but she feels as if she may be holding her breath. Everything in me is pushing forward, the taps are getting harder… I can only think forward. I must have this, must not be stopped… sweet tender folds, slick alive, opened to me… I am drowning in want and arousal. ‘Come with me, oh yes, lets go together…’ It is my last thought as my fingers slide underneath the band, my mouth begins to move in sync with my thoughts, I’m not sure what or if I’ve whispered anything out loud.

Everything body and mind singularly focused, it’s a kind of out of control, something that I can not manage, I suspect, like a toddler, if I were to be denied now, I would have no recourse but to throw myself on the ground in a tantrum of frustration. I can’t wait, I hate to wait, I need… Ooooohh God yes, oh my god, fuck she feels so good, so soft, so wet, I jerk against her back as my own cunt starts to contract, my arms squeezing harder again now, her head falls back on my shoulder, her breathing on my face, I want to kiss her mouth, but I’m afraid it will make me cum if I do and I want hers more. Master’s hands on her knees, lightly edging them wider, my whole world continues to be whittled down, every inch of my body holding her, cradling her, my breathing is her breathing, my hand is her hand, what she wants I give, and then she is there and cumming over my hand and it’s so damn beautiful and I am on fire and I don’t know how to contain it, I want to push further harder, I torture my wrist. Then I feel his hand on the back of mine. For a moment, it pulls me back just a little, gives me some control. I pull back and his hand replaces mine taking advantage of the better angle, her moan so close to my ear… ‘oh God give me strength’. ‘Fuck fuuuuck’, my hips are driving forward, my legs and thighs clinching as if we could all fuck right through her.

I drag my soaked fingers up and past her pearlescent clit, then back to tease and slide up in a fleshy two finger grasp. I feel her buck… I know what He’s done, I know too well what she’s feeling… at that thought, I soak my panties straight through and collapse further around her. I can’t think, have to force myself to take a deep inhale. She bucks again, I pull my hand all the way back as he leans forward, it spreads her fluids in a long streak across the top of her thigh. His mouth is over hers and I could die of need, but instead i brace my arms on the chair and support the weight of both of them so he can push into her with precision. She cums again like that. I can feel the contractions against the back of her hips and ass… Hear her, smell her… He lifts his head. I lean in, eyes glazed, desperate, ravenous, he says softly, ‘don’t you dare cum my pet’, I can feel the words against my skin, feel them pull things deep inside. He affords me only a brush of lips before he sits back up. I watch him motionless, our eyes meet for the briefest second. Then I turn and begin to kiss the side of her face, my arms hugging her, hand touching the opposite side. Her eyes are all for him, one hand still at the top of her thigh, skirt still above his wrist, he tastes his fingers with the tip of his tongue, lips his licks, with a heart stopping grin before he sucks them into his mouth. ‘Please Master, a taste for me, please’ I think, but I don’t stop with the stream of butterfly kisses, it’s gone all clean now I know it. I bring my own fingers up… but he takes them, he licks those too. I don’t know if I want to scream or cry. Then I yelp and lose myself in the feel of his mouth as he pulls my fingers into his mouth and rolls his tongue between them.