Ooooh Mr. X, it’s been far too many weeks since my unworthy body has felt the absolute pleasure your fingers so powerfully yield.
I miss waking up in the middle of the night to feel you lightly caressing my hardening nipples, your hand gripping my ass tighter and tighter as you impatiently try to get me to awake up a little. Shhh, honey, shhh it’s okay, I want to touch a little. But be a good girl and lie there for me; I like you half asleep.
I lie there in the pitch blackness, trying to assess how late into the night it is, wondering how long you’d been touching me before I woke up. I feel …utterly violated and completely turned on. I wonder if it’s okay I’m getting wet or if you’ll be mad that I’m enjoying it. You pull down the front of my nightie, reaching in and helping yourself to my tits, pulling them out into the cool air. I bite my lip, already anxious for the feeling that’s about to wash over me. How am I supposed to pretend to be asleep with your hot wet mouth, your sharp viscous teeth, licking, sucking, biting on my nipple? It’s okay, princess, just a little taste. You can be a good, silent little girl for me, can’t you, princess?
Getting no reply, your quickly upon my poor little body, sucking on my tits like some starved baby, my firm, full double- Ds practically dwarfing your head. I know you weren’t a breast man until you met me and my tits, but oh Mr. X, knowing how much you love inhaling my tits and still having enough left outside of your mouth to touch, to fondle, to knead and leave beautiful, dark bruises on, its enough to make me cum just from thinking about it.
I inhale sharply as you suck with an intense, maddening force and my stupid move is met with a sharp chomp on my oh so sensitive nipple. Quite, princess. Unless…unless you want me to stop?
Silent panic goes off in my head. Of course I don’t want you to stop – and what a damn evil game this is, no answer is the right answer. As I try to sort the mess out in my head, you smile, watching dread paint its picture on my face, enjoying every last muscle twitch of the torture you’re inflicting.
Mmmmm such a good little girl. I breath a sigh of relief as your mouth returns to my now swollen, engorged nipples. Such a smart little girl. One for your hands works its way down my torso, between my legs, under my panties, and into my pussy. Mmmm, such a wet little girl. Oh, am I ever soaked. And you love that, how wet I get for you. I know how you use that of a measurement of just how much you own me.
You groan in utter ecstasy as your deft fingers slip into my cunt the way they would fall into the sticky sweetness of an overripe peach…..
Your darling little Bettie misses you, Mr. X, please hurry home to her soon.
