Who's There?

By Sage Vivant, Owner of Custom Erotica Source
ces@xensei.com
http://www.customeroticasource.com/ 

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Though she was center stage, clarise received no introduction. Nor could she see her audience. As she awaited the sound of Master Don’s voice, she tried to determine the number of bodies present based on the feel of the air on her body. Master Don never revealed what he had in mind for her before an evening began.

She sensed more people than she could count. No light snuck in through her blindfold, so her only gauge was instinct. Sometimes she could feel someone’s breath or pick up a subtle scent. Tonight, too many sensory signals assaulted her – heat from unidentified sources, breathing from all sides, disenfranchised odors that wafted past unexpectedly. Master Don’s voice interrupted her silent observations.

“This beautiful, trusting soul is called clarise. In touching her, you express not only your appreciation of her but mine, as well. Show her what you desire about her by laying hands on it, stroking it, even squeezing it gently. Let every contact you make be a meaningful expression of respect and reverence but do not restrict yourself from any part of her.”

One large, warm hand immediately found its way to her left ass cheek. It paused, as if unsure of itself, then began slow, sensual circular motions on the expanse of skin it had chosen. The touch was soothing but provocative in its tenacity.

No sooner had clarise begun to synchronize some part of herself with the movements of the hand than another, smaller hand lifted one of her breasts as if to suckle it. clarise caught her breath with the thought of having a breast sucked by an unknown mouth. Would Master Don allow it? She remained silent but hoped desperately for a wet tongue on her nipple.

The hand at her breast kneaded what it held, sending clarise into dizzying waves of excitement. It caressed from the meaty underside down to eager, waiting nipple, over and over. clarise suspected that the person (a woman?) alternated hands to achieve this effect, which resembled an eerie kind of milking. She wanted to deposit something in these affectionate hands.

Meanwhile the hand at her ass continued to circle its way around. Both her cheek and the hand grew warmer with each pass and clarise had to restrain herself from pushing her flesh into the large, welcoming palm.

Suck my tit! clarise wanted to call out, but knew better than to second guess Master Don’s plan for her. Three new hands were suddenly upon her: one massaging the tops of her feet, another tickling her pubic hair, and the third tweaking her other nipple.

“You may use your mouth to show your appreciation of clarise’s body,” Master Don announced.

clarise nearly wept with gratitude as humidity surrounded her erect nipples, a prelude to what she knew would become hungry mouths tonguing and licking. When the first tongue encircled her aureole, the other flicked rapidly at her swollen nipple. Her knees wobbled as the mouths worked, wet and hot, distracting her from the burrowing fingers between her legs.

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Copyright 2003

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