Skin Hunger: A Birthday Rhapsody

Hello, Dickie. Happy Birthday. You look strong and shiny and very pleased to see me.

“Thank you, Pussy. Love your little thong. Can’t wait to kiss you, my beautiful lover. I’ve been aching for you.”

My Master’s had me up all day. He gave me a haircut, shaved my boys. I had quite a work-out; he massaged me with oil while waiting for your Mistress. The scent of sandalwood and vanilla clung to my skin, a lingering reminder of his ministrations. It was a welcome respite after the relentless demands of pleasing him. The anticipation of your arrival, the thought of your touch, had kept me going.

“Dickie, that’s why you look bigger! Fabulous, you’ll be able to slip right in. It will be fun trying to hold you tight. And your boys won’t tickle me when we’re playing.”

Your Mistress has been busy too; she shaved me, massaged me with oil, and used her vibrator on me until I was writhing with delight. The rhythmic pulses, the insistent vibrations, sent shivers down my spine. The oil slicked across my skin, clinging to every curve, every crevice. It was an intoxicating sensation, a prelude to the pleasure that awaited. The memory of her hands, skillful and demanding, lingered in my mind.

“Oh Pussy, you look beautiful, so smooth. They are embracing, french kissing. He’s playing with her nipples.”

Dickie, it’s giving me tingles, making me so wet! He’s pushing you against my lips; Dickie, come in quick! The heat radiating from your body, the insistent pressure of your breath on my face, it was overwhelming. The anticipation built, a crescendo of desire threatening to consume me. I could feel the blood pounding in my veins, a frantic rhythm mirroring the yearning in my heart. It was time.

“Oh no! She’s going down. I think my Mistress wants to give you a birthday gift.”

Pussy, you know it’s you I love the best. The thought of your firm, insistent grip, the way you always knew exactly what I wanted, made my senses tingle. I wanted to lose myself completely in your embrace, to surrender to the pleasure you offered. The memory of your scent, a potent mix of musk and honey, filled my senses, intoxicating me further.

“I know, Dickie, but you have to admit, like every man, you love my Mistress kissing and sucking you as much as I love Master eating me.”

She’s kissing me, playing with me. Pussy! Oh! She’s got me in her mouth, slipping up and down and playing with my boys. Her lips, her tongue are so wet, so firm around me. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that sent waves of heat through my body. My muscles tensed involuntarily, eager to respond to her every command. It was a primal urge, a desperate need to fulfill the desires that surged within me.

“Oh, it feels fantastic! Sorry, Pussy, you’ll have to wait. I hope I don’t cum. Not yet.”

Pussy, my Master’s stopped her; he’s picking her up, laying her on the bed. I want you, Pussy! But he’s going to eat you. The thought sent a jolt of electricity through my system. The anticipation grew stronger, more intense, as I watched the scene unfold. The contrast between the two women, their different approaches to pleasure, was both captivating and frustrating.

“Dickie, he’s kissing up her legs, spreading them; he’s caressing me. Oooh, yes, running his fingers around my lips. He’s kissing me, sucking me.”

Oh, Dickie I can’t help myself… The heat intensified, spreading throughout my body, making me shiver uncontrollably. The scent of their combined perfumes filled the air, a heady blend of spice and sweetness. It was a moment suspended in time, a perfect confluence of desire and anticipation.

“Yes. Yes, Master. Don’t stop pleasing her.”

His tongue was playing in me. It’s soooo lovely. The rhythm was insistent, demanding, pushing me closer to the brink. My breath hitched in my throat, a silent plea for release. It felt like an eternity, yet the moments seemed to stretch on, filled with an unbearable tension.

“Oh, Dickie, I’m so wet! He’s pulling her nipples as well. I’m getting close… Thank God! He stopped, Dickie. It’s you, my lover, I want.”

Yesss, Dickie! He’s slipping you in, all the way. I feel you throbbing. Let me grab you with my lips. Dickie, its heavenly! The feeling was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. My muscles writhed in response, desperate to reciprocate the intensity of her touch.

“Lie still and let me suck you; I don’t want to cum yet. Dickie, he’s riding hard. Oh, it’s fun; I love it! Yes. Faster, deeper! I won’t be long; are you close?”

Pussy, I’m almost there. I can feel you gripping me. Oh, yes! Suck me, Pussy. My lover, I’m about to — oh, I’m cumming… oh…

“Give it to me, Dickie! I’m losing control too. Yes…yes…oh yes! Keep riding me… Fill me. I want all you have to give.”

It tastes nutty and warm. I’m cumming with you… Oh… yes, don’t stop, oh, yes, oooohhh… You are amazing! I love you, Dickie. The release was exquisite, a wave of pure sensation that washed over me, leaving me breathless and weak. The world seemed to fade away as I lost myself in the depths of pleasure.

“I love you too, Pussy. But I think I’ll have to rest awhile.”

Oh, Dickie! Do you really have to slip away? The thought of returning to the mundane realities of my life filled me with a sense of dread. I yearned for the intense connection, the shared experience of pleasure, that we had just shared.

“Wait, Dickie. Your Master’s eating me again. His tongue is so soft, so strong. Sorry, I can’t help myself; I love him kissing and sucking me. I love it, oh yes, yes! Oh, I’m cumming again.”

Pussy, don’t worry. Your Mistress is kissing me too. She won’t let me sleep, has me completely in her mouth. She’s sucking me, kissing my boys. I’m getting hard again. The sensation was both exhilarating and overwhelming, a constant reminder of the pleasure I had just experienced.

“Oh wow! Her wet soft lips slipping up and down. So soon? I’m going to… Oh, I’m shooting! How lovely…

Pussy, I’m spent, I’d love to stay, but I’ll have to sleep! ‘Night, darling Pussy; I’ll get up early, Wake Master, and try to come to you.”

Goodnight, my lover. I can’t wait for breakfast. Happy Birthday! The last thing I saw before drifting off to sleep was the lingering scent of sandalwood and vanilla, a sweet reminder of the pleasure I had experienced, and the longing for another encounter with my beloved Pussy. The memory would sustain me through the night, fueling my desire for more.

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