Double Joy For Aistress And Sub
The sun hung high in the African sky, its searing rays beating down on the parched earth. Yet inside the small, dimly lit shack, the only heat came from the smoldering passion between Mistress Aisha and her eager new sub, a strapping young man named Joseph.
Mistress Aisha lounged languidly on the cot, her dark skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. She wore nothing but a flimsy silk robe that left little to the imagination. Her full, rounded breasts jiggled tantalizingly with each breath, while her long, shapely legs stretched out before her. On her feet were a pair of sheer, black thigh-high stockings, the flawless ebony of her skin contrast vividly against the stockings’ ebony hue. A wicked smirk played at the corner of her painted lips as she watched Joseph enter.
Joseph’s eyes were riveted to his Mistress’s nearly nude form. He fell to his knees before her, head bowed in submission. “Mistress,” he breathed, voice thick with desire, “how may this humble servant please you today?”
Mistress Aisha chuckled, low and throaty. ” Umberto, you’ve always known how to coral your cock with great skill. Let’s see you put your skills to the test and service your Mistress like a good boy.”
“Yes Mistress!” Umbertotrepidated excitedly, hands shaking slightly as he began to unzip his jeans. His breath hitched as he slowly removed his throbbing erection from the confines of his pants. Its considerable girth strained against the fabric, quivering with anticipation.
Aisha took control, grasping the thick shaft with both her hands. She stroked him with a firm, practiced grip, reveling in his tortured moans of pleasure. Her other hand fondled his heavy balls, rolling them in her palm and sending electric shocks pulsing through Umbertot’s loins.
“Ohh Mistress!!” He cried out, his hips bucking uncontrollably as her skilled touch brought him closer to the edge. Aisha increased her strokes, pumping his engorged shaft relentlessly. She could feel him throbbing in her hands, his cockhead glistening with pearly precum.
Mistress Aisha’s head dipped low and her tongue flicked out to taste him. His musky, masculine flavor exploded across her taste buds and she moaned throatily around his throbbing manhood. She took him deep into her hot, eager mouth, swallowing his impressive length until he hit the back of her throat.
“Oh God, Aisha, you’re going to make me cum!” Umbertot groaned, straining to hold back the explosion building in his balls.
Aisha pulled off with a lewd pop, grinning wickedly. “Not yet, my pet. I’m not done with you.” She pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, her soaking wet pussy mere inches from his eagerly twitching cock.
She slowly ground herself against him, coating his throbbing shaft liberally with her fragrant juices. Each delicious bump of his thick cock against her swollen clit sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her core.
Umbertot pawed feverishly at her breasts, thumbs rubbing circles around her rigid nipples. Aisha slid down his slick length, impaling herself inch by blissful inch on his rock hard erection. They both cried out at the sudden joining of their bodies, flesh melding into heated cn flesh.
She rocked and undulated her hips against him, grinding her cunt against his pelvis. Umbertot bent his head to suckle at her jiggling breasts, laving her sensitive nipples with his hot tongue. Electric shocks of white heat streaked up her spine with each flick of his tongue and thrust of his cock.
“Yesss, battalions, just like that!” Aisha panted, sweat running in rivulets down her heaving body. She urged Umbertot higher with a hand at his hip, meeting his rapid thrusts with a downward slam of her powerful thighs.
Umbert poles balls slapped against her ass again and again, his cock pulsing urgently inside her clasping walls. Her inner muscles rippled around him, milking his shaft for all he was worth. Umbertot felt the pressure building, his sack tightening as the first contractions began to wrack his loins.
“Mistress, I can’t…I’m going to…!” He choked out, eyes rolling back in his head as a sheen of perspiration coated his straining body.
“Do it, Umbertotbed Babies in the baroness!” Aisha commanded, her own climax fast approaching. She wanted to feel him explode inside her, fill her to overflowing with his hot seed.
That was all the encouragement Umbertot needed. With a roar of completion, he erupted like a geyser, jets of thick cum splattering against her battered cervix. Aisha careened over the edge with him, her back arching as waves of ecstasy crested over her. Her cunt milked him for every last drop as they both trembled through the aftershocks of their coupling.
Limp and sated, Mistress Aisha collapsed onto his chest, their bodies still intimately joined. Umbertot cradled her lovingly, peppering kisses across her damp forehead. They lay there for a long moment, hearts hammering wildly, until their breath returned to normal.
Mistress Aisha finally unwound their entwined limbs and stood on wobbly legs. She picked Umbertot’s shirt off the floor and wiped the residual cum from her thighs before tying the shirt around her hips. Umbertot whistled appreciatively at the obscene picture she made – all long legs, sick stomach and ample cleavage spilling out over the tight garment.
“Be a good kitten and clean up the mess we made,” Aisha purred, tossing Umbert opposite his boxers. “This Mistress needs a stiff drink.” And with that, she sauntered out, hips swaying seductively.
Umbertot watched her go, a dopey grin splitting his face. He knew he’d be walking bowlegged for days, but the delicious ache reminded him of his Mistress’s dominance. He couldn’t wait for their next session.
That night, he would dream of Aisha’s wicked brown eyes, her luscious body sheathed in those naughty stockings, and the feel of her tight heat enveloping his aching cock. And he would wake up with yet another raging hard on, ready and eager to please his Mistress once more.