Morning Rituals

My cock was straining as I awoke, and as I opened my eyes they rolled back in my head as I felt the dirty, stinky sock wrapped around it, her dirty sock, still holding me from when she had tucked it in the night before.

I leaned over and pressed it into the mattress, shuddering softly and blinking into the pile that she made me sleep in, still drowning beautifully in the sea of her scent. I sniffed them gently and gratefully, my head lolling and my spine tensing, and then I rolled over to look at her in the pale morning light.

She astonished me all over again. She never failed to amaze me every single morning, her very existence and presence a wonder, and I looked down her neck and her naked back with love, and with awe. I shifted myself closer to her and put my arm around her, pressing my chest into her shoulder blades and kissing gently on her neck, and she breathed in and smiled with her eyes closed as she returned to the world.

She flooded me with feeling as she rocked back into my embrace, shifting her rear into my crotch. She smiled pleasantly again as she felt me, shaking her hips just slightly enough to tease me, and I held her as she dozed.

After a while I got up, as usual, letting her sleep a while longer while I made us coffee in the percolator, steaming the milk and extracting the espresso just so, just the way she liked it. I smiled as I watched the rich caramel foam spilling into the reservoir, knowing how my skills had impressed her early on and how much she had come to love and rely on them now.

I drank my own down quickly and walked back into the room, still achingly stiff, and I set hers on the window sill, letting the rich aroma drift in her direction. I snuggled against her again and let her feel my persistent erection, gently pulling her into me and waiting patiently for her let go of the night. I laid my face on the edge of her pillow behind her head and let my breath pull in the smell of her hair, closing my eyes, humping softly, letting the waves of it crash through me.

Eventually I felt her breathe sharply, and she squinted and stretched, and I brimmed with excitement as I felt her wake up. She sighed and she smiled, and when she finally opened her eyes she rolled over to look at me and I grinned. We kissed and kissed, with big ones and little ones, and then she sighed and smiled back at me, and said, “Good morning.”

I returned her words and called her ‘Goddess’, and she smiled bigger and blinked slowly into the morning. She looked down under the covers and grinned again, reaching down for what was hers as she yawned gently and I shuddered as I felt her grip.

“Aww,” she cooed brightly. “You’re so horny this morning.”

I admitted that I was, and I thanked her desperately for making me sleep in her stench and her scent, and for tucking my cock away in her sock. She grinned again, and tugged and stroked on it gently, and then she ran her fingertips over it and gripped it again.

“Poor slave,” she cooed again, releasing me as she sat herself up and reached for her coffee. “So horny. You know you can never cum in the mornings but you just get so hard!”

“Yes ma’am,” I whimpered, raising myself up too and resting my hand on her hip.

She sipped and I watched the flavors hit her, and she closed her eyes dreamily and savored it. When she opened them again she beamed proudly at me from across the cup, and she just looked and smiled at me for a moment before opening her legs.

“Go on. Get down there,” she said. “Wake me up.”

I bowed my head as I felt her command wash into me, and she lifted the comforter to allow me to get in position. She draped the covers over my back and her ankles, and she sipped again and laid back on the pillows.

I leaned in and gazed into her sex, astonished again as she presented it to me, her folds and her hair gleaming in the soft morning light. I admired it and felt such gratitude, and I bowed my head to kiss it. Her ass shifted down just slightly, rocking her crotch back to receive my worship, and I could feel us connect. I took a moment to appreciate, and she readied herself to receive.

I kissed her labia up and down, in the center first and down over her hole, and then up to her clit and back down again. I kissed on the sides and brought my hand up to rub on her mons, and I kissed her there too before resting my chin on the bed and looking at it again. Her sex was so uniquely beautiful, so magnificent in its composition and so uniquely representative of her, and I cherished it for her ownership of it, and I lowered my face and licked.

She sighed and bucked her hips gently into my face, kissing me back with her pussy, using it to make out with me. She grabbed the back of my head to hold it in place and she rubbed her whole crotch on my mouth and my tongue, and I kissed and I slurped as I licked, feeling her flush and get wetter. I went up to her clit and felt it getting hard, and she moaned as I licked it, pausing to drop my saliva on it before teasing it with the tip of my tongue.

I worked her up slowly, going back and forth between her clit and her hole and in between, pushing my tongue against her flesh and dragging it up and down. She moaned and sighed more, her hips beginning to rock, and when she spread her legs wide I knew she wanted my fingers.

I got up on my knees and put my tongue back on her clit, bowing down to her as I brought my fingertips to her hole, and slowly I lubed them up with her wetness and began to slide them inside. I inched them in, little by little, feeling her accept me and let me in, and I looked up at her and let her see my eyes as I pushed them the rest of the way in.

I felt her swollen cunt, her g-spot and her vagina, and she let out a light, gasping groan as my fingers explored her. I gripped and flex my fingers inside of her, feeling her and letting her feel me. She swelled and flushed and moaned as she thrilled over them, and I felt her spots and pressed in all her places.

I began sliding them in and out, and I watched her eyes go wild and wide, and she started grunting and gasping, and before long she was thrusting back against my hand, and her breath was quickening.

“Fuck!” she gasped out. “Fuck… yes!”

I slammed my fingers harder, in and out, subtly spreading them apart and letting them press into the walls of her hole, and I sped up and let them stroke against her spots, thumping them and hitting them and hearing her pussy get wetter as she gushed.

“Fuck! Slave!” she cried. “Make me cum! Make me cum!”

She dropped her head back and let out a long, groaning moan, and I looked down at her pussy as the first droplets started to fly. The hair almost stood up on the back of my neck as I realized she was doing it again, and she grabbed my head and shoved it down in front of her.

“Fuck! Unh!!” she cried. “Fuck!”

And she squirted. She squirted all over my face and she sprayed and gushed as I watched it pour out of her. It was so wet and flowed in spurts like a fountain, and as she came she pulled my face into it and squeezed her thighs around my head.

She trapped me, pressed completely into her dripping sex as I felt the wave of her ecstasy break and roll back on itself. She sighed deeply, relaxed completely as she finished pouring into me, and she laid back again. She held me there, squeezing and shaking, for a moment, and she waiting for her orgasm to recede. I breathed in the wetness of her sex and waited, feeling her wrapped completely around me, and held.

When she finally opened her legs again she scooted back and let me look up at her, and she smiled down happily and brushed her hand through my hair. She sighed again and she smiled, beautifully happy and glowing with pride, and she looked at me covered in her cum and then down at her pussy.

She smiled again, a little more wryly this time, and she got up on her knees alongside me.

She grabbed my head and pointed it down at the bed, at the dark puddle she had left in the silvery grey sheets.

“Look at it,” she breathed. “Look at my cum. Look at my essence…” She let the moment hang as I trembled. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” I shook, waiting. “Look closer.”

She pushed my head down and I felt my shoulders give and my back relax as she mashed my face into her puddle, and it wrung out like a sponge around my nose and mouth. It was sloppy and wet, and I felt humbled before it, humiliated by the magnificence of her squirt. She guided my face with the grip she had on my hair, rubbing my cheeks and forehead in it, making sure all of my face was covered.

She released me and said, “Stay there. Keep your face down in it.” She got up off the bed, and for a moment I waited, and then when she pulled me back up and hooked her arm around my neck she had a wadded up pair of her dirty socks in her other hand. I had barely even seen them, a pair from from the pile she had made me sleep in, the ones with the polka dots that she had worn for almost a week a few days earlier, before she had put her hand on my chin and shoved them into my mouth.

“That’s right!” she said loudly over my moans. “Smell my squirt and taste my socks, bitch. Suck ’em. Suck those dirty socks.”

I sucked and I whined, and she got up and turned me around so my ass was on the edge of the bed, my legs spread open, and she pushed my face back into the wet spot. She stood behind me, reaching down for my stiff cock from behind.

She wrapped her fingers around it and pulled it back to her, almost growling as she gripped around the sock covered shaft and pressed her hips up against my ass and into my legs.

“If you’re lucky I might just fuck that pretty ass later today,” she said, giving it a smack, “but I’m going to make you work for it first. I’m going to make you earn it.”

She tugged on my cock a little, bending over me and stroking it, the rough, sweaty cotton brushing against my skin. She pulled back on it too, gently, and let me writhe in her hand with my face in her puddle. She released me and stepped back and paused briefly, and then all at once I felt her step forward and knee me hard in the balls.

I groaned sharply, letting out a desperate grunt that sprayed the moisture from her wet spot in my face, and I whined helplessly as she kneed me quickly again and again. She grabbed for my cock again and slapped at the head as she pulled it, making me jump and my hips buck against her grip, making her tug me as she squeezed. I whined and moaned and groaned again, and she just laughed and gave my ass another firm, hard smack.

“Lay down on the bed,” she said, letting go of me again and nodding to the pillows. “Lay on your back and put your ass on your hands. I’ve got an idea for your slave cock.”

I laid and whimpered and breathed, listening as she opened the bedside table drawer, and catching a shy look at her body, and when she stepped back to the bedside and looked down at me she gave me a devious look and held up a condom.

I reached down to remove her sock but she stopped me. She stepped forward and slapped me on the wrist. I looked up at her, shocked, and as she smirked down at me and got up onto the bed I realized.

She reached back down for my cock again and stroked it, pumping a few times and letting the dirty fabric stretch against my head, and then she checked to make sure my balls were tucked in before pulling down on all of it, squeezing a few times, and then tearing the condom package open with her teeth.

She pulled it out and stretched it open with her fingers, and then she looked at me and smirked again as she rolled it down over her sock. I felt it stretch and get snug around my whole cock, squeezing the sock against me, and she looked down at it and laughed for a moment before giving the whole thing another smack.

“You’re going to fuck me now,” she said, climbing on top to straddle me, “and you’re going to do it just like this. I want your cock extra thick today.”

I shuddered, whimpering into her socks again as she swung her legs over me and I looked down at her soaked, swollen pussy. She dropped her crotch down on my thick, swollen cock and ground her clit against it as she mashed it into my belly. And then she reached down for it again, gave it another firm squeeze, and put the head of it against her vagina.

She teased her hole with it for a moment, looking down at me with complete and total control, and then she shifted, put her hands on her hips and lowered herself down.

My eyes rolled back as I flooded with pleasure, and I twitched once and shook as I felt her consume me, the layers of my sheath so thick inside her. I opened them again and she was grinning wickedly, and then she suddenly looked sympathetic and cooed again.

“Awww,” she sang, lifting her hips up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her amazing pussy, teasing me with her strokes and putting her hands on my chest. “Your poor, horny slave cock. You know you wouldn’t cum this early in the morning anyway, and it’s hard isn’t it to cum with another layer on?” She bounced a little harder and I could hear the pleasure infuse her breathing.

“Fuck, you’re so thick like this!”

She dropped her head and let herself ride and thrust for a minute, her walls gripping my tightly through the fabric, and then she raised back up and looked straight down into my eyes.

“And you know,” she said in that same sugar sweet singsongy voice, “that if you do cum inside me you’re still cumming into my dirty, stinky sock.”

She dropped her head back down again, riding harder and harder, and then she sat up and started slamming her weight down onto my cock.

She was right, I could hardly feel anything, just pressure and weight as she thrusted, but I was helplessly stiff as I sucked on her socks while she used me. She started gasping in shorter and shorter spurts, and she’d open her eyes as she rode to look down at me with a wide, smirking grin, and then she’d throw her head back as she felt the sensation.

It was a grunt at first, a loud one that made her giggle as she gasped, and then all of the sudden it built and built inside of her until she was fully laughing, cackling even as she rode my helpless cock. She slammed harder and harder with every thrust, slower and heavier, gasping deeper and deeper, until finally she arched her back, dropped her head again, raised up her ass and quickened, and then proudly and powerfully came.

She panted and sighed on top of me, and she laid herself against my chest, breathing and sighing and letting me support her full weight, and we laid like that for a moment until she sat up and smiled again.

“Ahh,” she sighed, still breathing heavily. “Good slave.” She kissed me, on the cheek first and then more on the lips, and she looked over my sweat and cum soaked face with satisfaction and kissed me on the lips again.

She stretched her neck and her back and got up off me again, and then she lifted herself and pulled me out, smiling down at her tightly wrapped toy as she watched it emerge. She giggled softly again.

“Awww,” she said sweetly again, this time more earnestly, “You’ve been such a good slave.” She shifted off of me and gave me another kiss on the cheek, and helped shift my hands from underneath me. She pulled the socks gently from my mouth, and then she sat alongside me and reached down to unwrap my cock.

“Aww,” she said, leaning over to kiss it as it finally emerged from her confinement, suddenly so sensitive and overwhelmed. “You’re dripping so much. Good boy.” She kissed it again and then licked it, licked it all over in upward strokes and dragged her tongue around the head. She licked along the underside and took me inside her mouth, and I finally let out a deep sigh, and she sucked and teased me a little more before turning back to look at me again.

“You know what I need now,” she said, an almost threatening tone in her voice, her hand starting to glide against the spit she had left behind when she sucked me. “You know what I need every morning, right? Because it’s mine.”

I let out something between a groan and a whining hum, my eyes squinting and my lips pursing together as I felt her determine my fate. I laid back and shifted to be ready, let myself prepare to release.

“You know what though?” she said quickly, scooting her hips up and bringing her legs out from beneath her. “You’re going to take my feet while you do it.”

Before I knew it she had stuck out her legs and pushed her cool, soft bare soles in my face. I felt them press against me and I tensed, and I began to shudder and twitch, but she just pushed them harder and mashed them into me as she stroked me a little more. I whimpered as I felt her take her power over me again, thrusting with her thighs and pinning my head down into the pillow.

Her soles were so unbelievably soft from the massage and pedicure she had instructed me to give her the night before, but still so thick and tough, and I felt the strength in her musculature as she flexed and pointed them against my face. I whimpered as she stroked faster, and I whined, feeling them take over my consciousness.

“Kiss my feet!” she cried loudly as I began to lose control. “Kiss them!” I kissed against her soles and she presented her toes to my lips, and when I had kissed them too, gasping and grunting, she covered my face again. She cupped her soles around my face, submerging and enveloping me in them, and I knew she would hold them there, reorienting easily as I turned my head back and forth, until I came.

At last, I accepted it. I felt my torso tensing as my sensitized pleasure became overwhelming, and I held my breath as she smothered me in her feet, and then finally I tensed and bucked one last time, gasping beneath her, and I heard her let out a tiny laugh as she bent down to wrap her lips around me, and I came.

I gushed and pumped and felt her suck it all out of me, and I trembled and shook until it was done.

Eventually she removed her feet from my face, after letting me pant into them for a while. She looked down at me and smiled, rubbing my side gently as I looked back up at her. We watched each other happily for a few moments, and then she rolled me over and slapped me on the ass.

“Now you can make me breakfast.”


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