"Yes ma'am."
As I picked up the brush, she held up her hand.
"Stop."
I stopped.
"Now put the hairbrush in your mouth like you are a dog carrying a bone, and get on your hands and knees and crawl to me."
"Yes ma'am."
I put the hairbrush handle in my mouth, got down on the hands and knees, and crawled over the tile floor to her. She smiled.
"Good boy. Now, put my hair up in the clip so it doesn't get wet."
"Yes ma'am."
I had never brushed a woman's hair before, but I quickly found out what I had been missing. The texture of her locks was almost as pure as silk, and it slipped through my fingers as easily as the wine slid down my throat. She purred as I stroked the brush through her hair, and then I put the clip in it to hold it up and in place.
"May I bathe you, ma'am?"
She looked up and smiled.
"Yes, you may."
Taking the loofa from the corner of the tub, I dipped it in the soapy water and began washing her back. She had an exquisite neckline, with a long lean torso and delicate muscles holding her frame. She hugged her knees to her chest and bent her head down so that I could move the sponge all the way from the back of her neck down and then into the water to the bottom of her spine.
Uncoiling, she sat up straight and faced me.
"Now my breasts,” she told me.
Once again, I put the loofa in the water, but she stopped me before I could put it to her chest.
"Clean them with your mouth,” she ordered.
"Ex … excuse me?” I stammered.
"You heard me. Use your mouth."
I raised up my knees to get closer to her.
"Yes ma'am."
With that, I began licking and sucking her magnificent breasts clean, although they weren't, by any means, dirty. The lilac perfume from the bubble bath lather plus the womanly scent of her body reached my nostrils, and it made me almost lightheaded. Her rose colored nipples hardened as my tongue bathed over them, but she made no sound as to how it felt. I wanted to use my hands … to caress her lovely mounds … but I did exactly what she told me and just used my mouth. I hoped that she would be pleased with her boy slave.
She pulled away from me and finished washing the rest of her body, then stood up in the tub, waiting to be dried off. I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped her in it so that she didn't get cold.
"Thank you, Steven,” she said softly, “now I'll wait on the bed for my massage. There is some lotion in the cabinet under the sink."
"Yes ma'am."
I sighed, happy that she appeared to be satisfied with what I had done so far, and retrieved the lotion.
She was, as she had said she would be, lying on the bed on her tummy and waiting for me. The towel was on the floor.
The picture-perfect view in front of me almost took my breath away. My eyes devoured the slight dip of her lower back to the roundness of her flawless bottom, and suddenly I was almost too afraid to put my hands on her. She looked back at me.
"Claudia,” my voice quivered.
"I need a massage, Steven,” she ordered, her voice quite stern, “get busy."
I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and put some lotion in my hands to warm it.
"Yes ma'am."
I tried to keep it professional, as if I was a physical therapist, but the more I massaged her skin, the warmer I got. Pretty soon, I was sweating. Her delicate skin felt like silk under my hands and I couldn't keep my cock from getting hard. My voice began to quiver.
"Claudia, this is killing me."
She turned her head to the side.
"Good. Your gender needs to suffer a bit."
I swallowed a lump and kept massaging.
"Yes ma'am."
After fifteen minutes or so, she began to shift.
"Now the front,” she told me as she turned over on her back.
I waited a moment for her to get in a comfortable position, then rubbed some lotion in my hands and started at her ankles. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, purring slightly as my touch would bring just the right pleasure.
I tried not to look at her pussy as I caressed the top of her legs, but it wasn't possible for me to take my eyes away. I could see that the lips were shaved smooth, and the little bit of hair that was on her mound was neatly trimmed in a “V". I could feel a bit of drool on my chin as I tried to keep from leaning down and licking it.
As I knelt between her legs to bend over her to massage her breasts, the front of my pants touched the inside of her thighs. No, correction, my pants-covered cock touched the inside of her thighs. It felt like the whole front of my trousers was one huge dick. She opened her eyes.
"Why are you hard?” she asked softly.
"Because I want you so bad,” I answered, trying to stay calm.
She reached down and unzipped my pants. My cock sprang out into her hand.
"Do you think just because you tell me that you want me that I am supposed to fall lovingly into your arms?” she questioned.
"No ma'am, I just know that's why I'm hard."
She smiled.
"An honest man for once."
She put her hands in the waistband of my pants and pushed them down over my hips, dragging my boxers with it, and continued to caress my cock. I was beginning to tremble in my attempt not to come.
"Claudia, please,” I quivered.
"Please what?” she asked with a cat-like grin.
"Please let me make love to you."
The cat-like grin suddenly turned almost sinister.
"Or maybe I'll just fuck you,” she told me.
She quickly raised up, pushed me over on my back, and straddled my legs. With my pants and underwear around my knees and her legs on each side of mine, I couldn't get up.
She was beautiful; sitting above me, majestic and royal as if she owned me, and I was delighted to be her property. She thumped at my cock with her fingers, as if thumping it would make it go down.
"These things are nothing but trouble,” she said as she gave the head of it a little pinch.
I flinched in a moment of pleasure and pain, but didn't move or try to push her hand away.
"I can make you feel good with it,” I told her.
She glared at me and then slapped my cock with her open hand. I winced, the look on my face surely giving me away that the swat had been painful, but said nothing.
"That's what you men all think we're good for,” she said. “Just a roll in the hay and you'll keep us happy. Well, think again! Most of you couldn't make us have an orgasm if your life depended on it."
As I looked at the expression on her face, I was beginning to think that my life did depend on it.
"Would you let me try?” I asked quietly, “I won't ask for anything for myself."
Her expression softened.
"Why would you want to do that?"
I brought my hands up and rested them on her bare thighs.
"Because I don't want you to think that all men are like that guy you were going to meet in the restaurant,” I replied, “there are some nice guys out there who really want to please their lady."
"And I suppose you are one of them?"
"Yes ma'am."
The look on her face gave her away. The anger was leaving.
"What are you going to do?"
I smiled.
"Finish the massage."
She got off of me and returned to her position on her back, and I continued my delightful task of pleasuring her, but this time with my pants and underwear on the floor. She reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, then tweaked my nipples in her fingers.
"May I taste?” I asked as my fingers massaged her delicate mound.
"Yes, you may."
As I lowered my head and touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, a shudder went through her body. Before long, she put her hands on the back of my head and into my hair.
"Don't stop,” she whimpered.
I lapped her taste into my throat. I had never tasted anything as sweet or as warm. The pink folds inside her cunt lips were soft, and I sucked and nibbled gently. I began to feel her body responding, bidding me to search for more places of desire. I pulled her tighter to my face, and her legs moved over my shoulders, giving me complete access. I eased a finger into her cunt, and she gasped and pushed towards my hand for more. Her juices began to coat my nose, chin and mouth as I continued to probe.