Little Pet was nervous. She had begged Sir for the opportunity to give him a special gift. He had smiled in indulgence and told her that any gift other than her submission and devotion was unnecessary. A spark of frustration had flared in her eyes and she asked again, explaining that this was something important to her. He was shocked at the spark, she so rarely asked him for anything. Sensing her desire to give him this gift, He relented and agreed.
The night had finally arrived and she could feel the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She had spent the afternoon getting ready, soaking in a hot bath filled with the scented bath oil that He loved. She had made sure she was properly groomed for him, smooth and hairless. She washed her hair and scrubbed her skin until it glowed pink. She wanted everything to be perfect for him, for tonight.
Her skin practically tingled as she applied the scented lotion, emphasizing the soft silkiness of her skin. She brushed her hair until it shone, then styled it and applied a bit of makeup. On the bed lay the outfit she had found in a specialty shop. A glittery top that covered her breasts and grazed her belly button and a skirt that was nearly floor length, both made of rows of fabric that would part as she danced. She smiled as she put it on. It was quite deceptive and appeared to cover more of her body than she knew Sir would like. She added a few bangles to each arm and a chain around her waist. She turned and looked in the mirror and liked what she saw. She shimmied a bit to test the effect and it was perfect.
Her phone beeped and she reached over to pick it up. It was a text from Sir.
"I am on my way, I'll be there in 20 minutes." She texted him back and reminded him of her gift.
"I remember Little Pet," he responded.
She ran downstairs and quickly made sure everything was ready. She dimmed the lights and turned on the music. Stepping to the bar she mixed his favorite drink and sat it on the table by the sofa. After a final glance around the room she moved to wait for him by the door.
Minutes later she heard his car turn in the driveway. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves as she heard the car door slam and his footsteps on the porch. It took everything inside her to remain still, not to yank the door open. A rattle of his key, then the knob turned and He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
He frowned when he saw her outfit and started to speak. She stepped closer to him and raised a finger to his lips. "Please Sir, it's part of my gift to you." He grabbed her wrist and kissed her finger.
"Very well Little Pet," He said. "I can sense your excitement. For now I will hold my tongue." He smiled indulgently, amused at her obvious enthusiasm.
Taking him by the hand she led him to the sofa. As He sat down and picked up his drink she grabbed the remote and changed the music. The sounds of a sexy hot Latin song filled the room. She put the remote back down and moved to the center of the room.
As she stood there she boldly looked him in the eye. It was rare that she was allowed that treat, to gaze at him openly, to admire her Sir. The hard lines of his jaw, the slope of his aristocratic nose and his mouth. Oh, his mouth, an instrument of pain and pleasure. With a shake of her head she brought herself back to the moment.
Her body began to sway to the music. Her hips moved in a sensuous circle, undulating to the beat of the music. Her shoulders shimmed and her arms curved in time to the music. The movement of her hips and shoulders caused the fabric of her outfit to part briefly and revealed her high firm breasts tipped with rosy pink nipples and her smooth hairless mound.
The next song was faster and her body picked up the rhythm naturally, keeping perfect time with the music. As she moved, the fabric of her outfit parted even more, affording Sir more than a quick peek at her charms. The chain around her waist twinkled in the soft light and the bangles on her arms clinked, adding to the overall effect. Her eyes were still focused on Sir and she saw the look of lust begin to glaze his eyes.
The music changed again, this time to a slow and sensuous beat. Her movements slowed as she stepped closer to Sir. She reached her arms out in front of her, appearing to beckon him closer. He would have moved, if not for the slight shake of her head. She turned away from him and slowly swayed her hips from side to side. She reached to the side and undid the snap and let the skirt fall to the floor. Her hips continued to move, but now she thrust them back towards him, drawing his attention to the milky white globes of her ass. She heard a growl and turned back around. Slowly she reached behind her and undid the top. She bent over slightly and wiggled her shoulders so that it fell to the floor to join the skirt.
Now she stood before him naked and proud of herself. The belly dancing classes had paid off, both mentally and physically. She had learned to move gracefully, to follow the music and just let go. Her body reflected the efforts of the classes, her belly had firmed up and her hips and legs had become even more shapely. She knew he had noticed the subtle changes as the weeks of class had passed, but as she stood there she drew his attention to them.
Her eyes closed as she raised her hands and cupped her breasts. She teased her nipples into hard peaks before sliding her hands down her sides and over the curve of her belly to her wet mound. With one hand she parted her puffy outer lips and a manicured nail grazed over her clit. Her other hand dipped lower and she worked two fingers into the slick wet heat of her pussy. As she fucked herself with her two fingers and teased her clit with a finger she heard him speak in a warning tone. "Little Pet, I know this is a gift to me but you are not to cum without my permission."
"Yes Sir," she moaned.
Pulling her fingers away from her pussy, her eyes opened and focused on Sir. She noticed the tent in his pants and smiled. In a few steps she was standing in front of him. She felt the tension in his body, saw the raw need in his eyes. She reached out her hand to him and said, "Please Sir, allow me to continue,".
Nodding, He grasped her hand and rose to his feet. A secret smile curved her lips as He stood there, not moving, waiting on her.
Slowly, with fingers that trembled slightly, she reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the springy hair that covered his chest. When she reached the last button she tugged his shirt free from his trousers and slid it off his shoulders. He held his arms stiffly at his sides and, as she stole a glance at his face, she saw a muscle twitch in his jaw. She was pushing the envelope and she knew it, but when he made no move to stop her she knew she could continue.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and traced a path down his chest, dragging her nails over his nipples, watching them harden under her touch. He drew in a sudden sharp breath and she sighed with pleasure at his reaction. Her hands continued down over the flat plane of his stomach to his belt.
Bitting her lip in concentration, she unbuckled his belt and pulled it free of his trousers. She tossed it to the side and reached for the button of his trousers. Looking up at him, she undid the button and pulled the zipper down, her hand grazing his cock. Again she heard his sharp intake of breath, yet he remained still. In one motion she pulled his pants and boxer briefs down, freeing his stiff cock. Then, dropping to her knees as he toed off his shoes, she slid his pants and boxer briefs off each leg along with his socks.
She knelt there in front of him and admired his rock hard cock. Licking her lips, she reached out and grasped his manhood in her hand, felt the contrast of smooth skin and steely hardness, saw the drop of moisture on the tip. She leaned forward without thought and swiped her tongue across the tip of his cock, savoring the taste of him. A groan escaped his lips and yet he didn't move. Glancing up at him, she saw his eyes tightly closed and his jaw clenched. Her tongue circled the tip of his cock, then traced the length of him, from tip to base before she moved to his balls. She licked them both before she took first one, then the other in her mouth. As she bathed his cock and balls with her tongue her only thought was to please him.
"Little Pet," he hissed through clenched teeth and then trailed off as she wrapped her lips around the spongy head of his cock and swallowed his length. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked his cock deep in her mouth, her cheeks hollow from the suction. Her hands held his hips then slid down to cup his balls. One finger traced a line from his balls to the pucker of his anus. As she continued to suck on his cock, she slid that finger in his ass, drawing a deep groan from his lips.
His control snapped as he fisted a hand in her hair. She angled her head so her throat opened, and felt him thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. "Oh fuck Little Pet," he moaned. She held her jaw open wide as he slid his hard length into her throat. Her finger delved deeper in his ass as his thrusts became more frantic. His hand tightened in her hair and his cock drove into her mouth. She closed her lips around him and sucked his cock deep and hard. She felt his shaft twitch in her mouth, then the first rope of hot cum coated her tongue. He held her head tightly as his cock erupted. She swallowed quickly, not wanting even a drop of Sir's cum to spill from her lips. She wiggled the finger in his ass as his thrusts slowed. Her tongue swirled around his cock as he slid from her mouth as she made sure to get every bit of cum off his cock. As he emerged from her lips her finger slipped from his ass. She licked the last drop of cum off, then placed a gentle kiss on the tip.
Sitting back on her heels, feeling quite proud of herself, she looked up and him with a smile and said, "I hope you enjoyed your gift, my Sir."
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