Chapter 17: Book 2 Prologue – A typical morning with Esther [Erotic Content] (Part 2)

 After a minute, Esther turned her upper body to kiss my cheek. Loving words were purred into my ears. “Another reminder why I accept all of your annoying oddities, my Karitas.”

“How snarky you can be in the morning,” I retorted and bowed down to her lips again. “We better get you something to eat quickly.” I meant those words. She was appeased from the post-orgasmic haze, but that would not last if she did not get breakfast.

We kissed, before I pulled out of her to chase that priority. Esther gasped wantonly, a hand moving towards her agape hole. I crawled towards the box where we kept our clothes. Only after I had pulled out my shirt and boxers for the day, did my gaze wander to my Queen again.

Esther was still laying on her back. Dressed in only an open shirt (one of my shirts, slouching off her shoulders), and with her wild mane completely dishevelled, she made a stark contrast to her public appearance. Her exposed cunt glistened with wetness, was red from the rough pounding she had received. The hand that had crept down scooped up the trickle of semen that left her twitching hole.

Without hesitation, she sucked the mixture of our love juices off her fingers. She did this regularly after we were done. Her excuse was that she didn’t want to stain our bedsheets (and I loved the sound of ‘our’ bedsheets) with any excess. Being fair, that was a valid excuse, given what a pain it was to change the sheets of this room-sized mattress. The offer to buy a box of paper towels for this purpose had been soundly rejected.

I felt a twitch in my halfway flaccid cock. Esther sucked on three of her fingers, cleaning them visibly with her nimble tongue, and reached down with her other hand. Her chest rose and fell with reigniting excitement. Rather than scoop up more of my cum, which wasn’t present in such an unusual quantity to warrant it anyway, she rubbed her pussy and then curved some of her digits inside. She gasped, her golden eyes gazing at me past halfway closed lids. The way she devoured my athletic form was flattering beyond all words.

It would have taken a moron to miss that the lady of my love was not yet sated. Dropping the clothes back into the box, I crawled back to her. Although my lust was easily her match, the male biology often disagreed with the readiness of my mind to keep going. Any attempts to deal with this had not yet borne fruit. This did not doom me to be a bystander, however.

I replaced her fingers with mine. “Dextrous Karitas,” she swooned, while I skilfully sought her sensitive areas. An interesting side effect of her being uninterested in sexual activities, including self-satisfaction, before meeting me was that I understood how to masturbate her better than she did. For the entirety of our young relationship, I had been there whenever she had sought satisfaction, whether that was in the bed, the shower, or anywhere in the school, ready to capitalise on it as she and the situation allowed. Consequently, her body was completely trained to associate me not only with desire but relief. Trust and habit allowed me to bring greater pleasure to her than she could have herself.

Swiftly, I positioned myself between her parted legs. Continued circling of the roof of her pussy was soon joined by two fingers rubbing her clit. “That you would ever postpone breakfast for anything else…,” I teased her with a wink. 

“You awakened my interest in this.” Esther’s huge breasts jiggled with each quivering breath. “I… expect you to… Ahhhh!” She was stopped by a minor convulsion. Each twitch made her pussy appear as the most delicious treat there was. Had I not already cum inside her, I would have immediately dove between her legs to press my face between those squishy thighs. “I expect you…to treat me… appropriately.”

I chuckled and stopped. Esther bit her lower lip, when I pinned her unoccupied hands above her head. “What is the appropriate way to treat one such as you? So willing, so horny, so clearly pleased.” I stopped a moment to align her wrists, so I could keep her pinned with just my left hand. “One so gorgeous, so clever, so thoroughly mine?” I continued and flicked one of her nipples.

Averting her gaze, lustfully and adorably, she responded, “Whatever you wish, my Karitas. Use me.”

“A dangerous thing to say,” I playfully warned her. I brought my right hand back to her cunt, watched her eyes close and lips part in a long sigh. Seeking more, I lowered my head to her sensitive chest. Laying flat on her back, the occasional writhing aside, the size of her firm breasts was distributed evenly. Personally, I preferred the look of a woman’s chest when she was upright. The bit of droop, the swaying when she moved, the full size on display, the depth of the cleavage, all fantastic to behold. Even if that was my favourite way to behold beauty, I did appreciate it in all of its forms. Flattened, as much as breasts of her size could be flattened, by the laws of physics, her tits broadened her chest, emphasising the curves of her hourglass figure. The nipples slumped away from me, following the curve of Esther’s upper back. An easily caught invitation, for me to use her chest to our delight.

I kissed her eagerly offered breasts, one after the other. I had touched them mere minutes ago, yet their squishy softness struck me once more as something unlike anything I had ever been blessed with before. As a man, I was simple. All I needed to be entertained was to be in contact with those fantastic mounds of jiggle and lewdness and tease the hard, pink nipples that crowned them. There was no thought in my head, just a deep appreciation for each second I was granted with her and her body. Her gasps, her moans, her citrus and cherry scent, her smooth skin, the little bumps of her areolas, the way her flesh gave under my lips and the way she cried when I carefully bit her nipple.

Without noticing, I had pulled my left hand towards her chest as well, cupping her size while I aggressively sucked, kissed and licked my way from one tit to the other. “Ka – aaahhh…” she tried to gasp my name, as she so often did when she was close to climax. While I tirelessly kept fingering her pussy at a rapid pace, I was hit with the greatest surprise a man could ever ask for. Esther wrapped her free hands around my head and pulled me into her bosom with all of the strength of orgasmic rigidity.

I heard her moans twice over. In the air and in her chest. The steady movements of my fingers slowly ebbed away, letting her enjoy the height of her climax and the aftershocks. With one more kiss to her nipple, I freed myself from her embrace and repositioned myself.

My cock was almost at full readiness again. It was certainly erect enough to keep going where we had left off, but it was missing that little bit more for full hardness. Realising the mess my right hand had become, I offered the fingers that had been inside her to Esther. Without hesitation, she sucked on them, tasting what was now almost exclusively her love juice, with remains of my semen being at best a trace.

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Wantonly, she gazed over at my erect cock. While she did so, I saw my chance to ask, “Want to try sucking it?”

Esther let go of my now saliva covered fingers to ponder the question. To my disappointment, like all the other times I had brought this up the last couple of weeks, she shook her head. “I have no confidence in my ability in this regard.”

I suppressed a sigh. Discussing this would have taken momentum out of the situation and that was the last thing I wanted. With enough patience, I knew I could give her the confidence to try. During our first time, and earlier, she had already shown that she had no aversion to swallowing my cum. Her entire aversion to oral was that she felt that she wouldn’t be good at it.

Understanding that, I did what I knew worked for both of us already and straddled her chest. “Squeeze your tits for me, you lovely nymphomaniac,” I instructed my submissive. Eagerly, she enveloped my cock, hiding it entirely in her cleavage. The remains of our previous lovemaking just needed a bit of spit to turn into a lubricating mixture. Effortlessly my manhood glided back and forth. Only the head of my cock poked out by her collarbone, whenever I slid forward.

Esther shook and kneaded her tits. The additional and shifting pressure was heavenly. Esther naturally did all that I could demand and soon my renewed erection was just as hard as my morning wood had been. We kept going for a little while longer. There was no need to leave the soft embrace of her breasts when she moaned just as loudly as she had when I was fingering her. Still, I wanted more. A little signal of my eyes was enough for us to slow, until she let go of her breasts and let them jiggle back into their resting state.

Before I moved, I grabbed Esther by her hair and pulled her towards the tip of my cock. “Lick it,” I commanded in my strongest dominant tone. Shivering with pleasure and, likely, nervousness, the gorgeous, golden eyed lady nervously licked along the head of my cock, tasting a fresh drop of precum. I inched a bit closer, the glans almost touching her lower lip. “More, swirl your tongue around the head,” I kept up the demands. 

Eyes reflected uncertainty, but she obeyed and I groaned louder than I usually would have at that little, to encourage her to keep going. I inched a bit closer again, until I was a couple of centimetres inside her mouth. I could feel her hot breath on the wetness of my cock. “Give it a kiss,” I gave a final order, feeling that this was as far as I could take it at this juncture. Her lips closed around my glans, sliding up the little distance it took her to get to the tip, before delivering the wanted peck. That was as much of my manhood as she had taken into her mouth so far. I was content with the little progress. “Good girl,” I complimented her.

“Thank you…” The two words felt incomplete, her mouth was still open, her lips trembling. I could feel the hesitation, wondering what she could be pondering about. “…Master.”

“Oh fuck,” I gasped involuntarily. My cock went from morning wood to cast iron at the sound of that single word. Whatever had spurred her to use that fantastic title, I wasn’t able to investigate at that moment. I needed to be inside MY woman immediately.

Perhaps surprised by my sudden change of gear or perhaps joyful because this was exactly what she had bargained for, Esther moaned laughingly when I grabbed her legs and bent them towards her head. Her fantastic ass curved off the cushion. There was only a smile on her face, even when I pinned her ankles next to her head. I kept my flexible submissive pinned that way while I aimed my cock at her still agape cunt.

I descended; pressing down on her with the weight of my body. The impact shook her entire body, made her thighs ripple almost as much as the tits they framed. My grip on her legs was akin to a vice. The intensity of her cries was only outdone by my ploughing thrusts. Each descent sent a clap out into the room, caused by the abrupt meeting of my groin and her ass and thighs. Wet sounds underlined the entire scene. Drenched with desire, her pussy welcomed my cock easily again and again.

Delectable reactions flooded my senses. Some were purely physical aftereffects of my actions. The ripple travelling up her thick thighs, the sway of her large breasts, the shaking of her entire body, all of it caused merely by me slamming inside her. The cries of her lust were proof of something more important than the physical strength I put into my feverish assault: that I was hitting her depths in all the right ways. Lewdly, her expression contorted, replacing any semblance of self-control with her wide open mouth and fluttering eyelids. Her nostrils flared whenever she desperately inhaled to fuel further screams.

“Ka-aaaahh… Karitas! Aaah-rrri… ooo-o-o-oooh,” She continuously tried to shout my name. Seldomly, she succeeded, often she broke down into a mess of syllables and choppy gasps. Her throat was tightening from the same spasms that made her quivering quim a gripping, wet depth.

I kept going and going at a rapid pace. I had orgasmed not too long ago and she’d been draining me every day more reliably than most succubi. On a normal day that meant I would last a respectable amount of time. Sometimes I still came fairly fast. Sometimes I could continue far beyond expectations. This definitely fell in the latter category. I felt nowhere near the edge, despite the tempo, and delighted in making my woman squeal in ecstasy again and again.

Esther squirmed under me. Her face displayed near-mindless bliss. Eyes rolled up, tongue stretched out, her multiple climaxes claimed her lungs completely. All she managed to press out was the occasional grunt, otherwise she was silent.

“Ss…stooooahp!” The cry was unexpected, unwanted even, but I did bring my movements to a sudden halt. Still inside her, I felt the continued constricting of her trembling pussy around me. Her whole body was spasming. “I… need… to breathe…” Esther panted.

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