From Soft to Hard to Soft

"Would you like to have my lips around your cock before we work on scheduling or after?"

"After, I won't be able to think after, so let's get this done."

...so after we worked on our schedules, he started working on...
something.

I don't know what, but he was off and working on something.

"So, I waited patiently, may I suck on your cock, Sir?"
"You're right, you have waited patiently," he said as he put his computer aside
and leaned back in his chair.

As I knelt down, I looked at him.
"Do you know how many husbands would love to have their wife --"

**SMACK**
His hand caressed the cheek he just smacked.

My comment was all but forgotten and my eyes closed.
My breath caught, my stomach tightened and my pussy got wet.

"Do you want to continue that comment?" he asks gently
as he continues to caress my cheek, threat implied.

I shook my head and started unbuckling his belt in earnest.
I opened his pants and immediately put my mouth on his cock.

As he had just been working, he wasn't hard.
I sucked his soft cock into my mouth.
The head is so soft and suckable.
It's extraordinarily comforting, suckling at a semi-hard cock...
and I say suckling, because that's what it feels like.

It's amazing to have it harden in my mouth,
inch by thickening, firming, erotic inch.

I begin to look up at him and his hand grips the back of my head.
His fingers pulling my hair together to form a ponytail handle.
The minute his fingers tighten, my pussy has another surge of electricity,
wetness creeping down, energy spiking, need bubbling inside.

I moan, audibly and begin to move more quickly.
He's fully erect in my mouth now and he feels so ...
exquisitely perfect in my mouth,
with my tongue sliding up and down the vein
and circling around the head,
and moaning as he increases the pace.

He's fucking my mouth.
My head is trapped, I'm not allowed to move.

I need his cock.  I desperately want his cock.
"I don't want a drop on my pants, understand me?"

I moan.
That control, that dominance.  He's got me.
The pace we're going at is insanely fast.
He starts to come and his hand holds me sill on his cock.

I suck and suck, holding the spurts of cum in my mouth,
suckling each and every drop.

My head doesn't move.
I can feel his cock softening again.
I hold his cum and cock in my warm sucking mouth and
simply breath and come down off of my high.

I had no physical intimate touching and yet,
I am satisfied by this act.

I suckle and breath and feel his cock and am present to him.

When he's decided it's been long enough,
he pulls me off of him and I open my mouth
and show him his cum.

"Oh, fiona, you are such a good girl!"
I smile...that smile.
That satisfied, submissive, ecstatic smile.

We're both very content.

The Ritual I Missed

Sir Q and I have only a few "rituals."  One of them started very innocuously, not a request by him or something premeditated by me.  But all of a sudden, I'm doing this minor service every morning.  I don't notice it as being a "ritual" until I realize that if I don't do it and I really miss it.

Putting on 

His shoes

and socks 

in the morning.

Sir gets up and goes to work it is before I have a need to get up.  About six-eight months ago, I started getting up to put his socks and shoes on.  It's gotten to the place that when he opens his sock drawer, I wake up.  It's amazing.  The sound of the wood, sliding open, him removing his socks from the drawer...my response is Pavlovian.  I can be in a dead sleep and that act - not the alarm, not him getting out of bed, not the shower, not getting dressed...but opening his drawer, and I'm awake.  I pull back the covers, immediately, roll off of his side of the bed, sit cross-legged on the floor and take his socks.  I take one of his feet and set it on my knee.  I take the socks apart and put one sock on - touching his foot, rubbing it as I pull it up, caressing his calf as I smooth the top, I pull down his pant leg, then put on his shoe (most frequently black dress shoes), tie them, then set his foot back on the floor.  I then redo the same process with the other foot.  When I'm done, I stand up, get back in bed and he kisses me and tells me to have a good day.

It's not much, but it means a lot to me.  I never knew how much it meant until I was sick this week and he didn't wake me up and I didn't wake up.  I had the stomach flu and was really OUT of it.  So, he was doing me a kindness in letting me sleep.  I felt so sad about not doing this little thing.  I felt ... dissatisfied ... like something was missing (other than my food).  I really missed this small act.  Today I got up and put on his socks and shoes and it was so meaningful to me.  And as I type this, that seems so silly to say.  Putting on someones shoes - meaningful?  But really it was to ME.  All's is right in my world.