mr. motto/ rough sex/1819:50 Mar 29 2005
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He looked up at the waiting girl, and gruffly ordered her, in English, to get undressed. Still keeping her eyes rigidly downcast, Kitty-Kat moved instantly to obey. She reached behind her to lower the zipper on the dress, then went on to delicately peel down each wispy shoulderstrap. The loosened dress slithered down her lush body to collapse in heap. She stepped out of the inky puddle; nudged it aside with one toe. The descending dress left the voluptuous blonde in nothing but a pair of smoky pantyhose. Her ample breasts now hung free, completely exposed to the man’s delighted eyes. Kitty-Kat had been told to wear nothing underneath the sexy dress -- Brightman’s orders. And she had done so. She always followed Brightman’s orders, though she was never quite sure…just why she did such things.
The man’s delighted eyes traveled from her furry vulva, dimly visible under the tautly stretched nylon that molded her underarch, up to those newly revealed breasts, to linger there, enjoying the way the generous swells, once released wobbled slightly as they fell into place, then hung pendulously: rich, fully-curved, naked tits, with thick, wide nipples that angled down and pointed outward from the center. He motioned the blond woman forward, had her place her hands on the arms of his chair and lean down over him, letting her heavy breasts sway forward to dangle practically in his face. Mr Moto brought both hands up, curved his fingers to fit the tempting mounds; loosely cupped and hefted the substantial, dangling tit-bags.
He watched her face as he felt her up, finding pleasure in her arousal as he fingered the soft, silken skin, pumping two handfuls of tittie-flesh to test the softness, the deep inner resiliency of her pliant breasts -- those delightful breasts that he toyed with and fondled to his heart’s content. He used his extended thumbs to worry her low-slung nipples, coaxing the sensitive tips into greater prominence. He cupped her, felt the hardened nipples pressing into his palms, as he moved her tits in slow, sensual circles.
Kitty-Kat gurgled with pleasure. Under this unrelenting manipulation, she tightened her grip on the chair, held her arms rigid. At the outset she tried to keep still, but that proved impossible as the strong masculine hands made love to her needy bosom. She twisted in his hands, wiggling her shoulders, arching back like a big cat, tossing back her long blond hair. A tight-lipped grunt escaped her set lips, and then a low wavering, open-mouthed moan, as the woman squirmed in the flush of rising heat, her eyes closed shut, a dreamy expression on her face, savoring the pleasures of a masterful lover’s hands.
Kitty-Kat was breathing heavily now, practically panting through her mouth open like a filly after a thundering heat. Still those slow, masterful hands never stopped their warm caress. A quiver of lust shot through her, wiggled out through her twisting shoulders. And finally, just when she thought she could stand no more of such intense pleasure, he gave up her swollen, throbbing breasts. With a final tug on her erected nipples, and a light slap to the dangling tits, he dismissed her, allowing the girl to leave the pose he had put her in, but only to immediately order her to her knees.
“Serve me,” he ordered, in curt English.
And the pantyhose-clad girl got on her knees and knelt erect at the feet of her master, her superb breasts rising and falling in deep undulations, her heavy breathing the telltale sign of her having been turned on and heated up so mercilessly. He had her settle back on her heels, with feet tucked under her in the Japanese way. With head bowed, Kitty-Kat waited to serve, to do her master’s bidding. Mr Moto gazed down on the huddled shoulders of the girl at his feet, reveling in the lovely vision of feminine servitude she presented. He had her remove his shoes and socks. Then she was told to take up a bare foot, and cradle it in her lap.
He looked down at her, and muttered something in Japanese. Kitty-Kat understood just enough to know what he wanted. And the girl took up the proffered foot, to kiss the top, to lick along the length, watching the toes curl with exquisite pleasure, then to take each toe in turn between her soft, pouting lips and gently give suck. Moto sighed, and rocked back in his chair, surrendering himself up to the heavenly feel of the lovely wet lips of this charmingly submissive woman who knelt before him, dutifully kissing her master’s feet.
After only a few minutes of this excruciating pleasure, Mr Moto’s erection was painfully stiff, and demanding satisfaction. But the wordly Mr Moto is a connoisseur of sexual pleasures, and he well knows that such experiences are best left to unfold slowly, so as wring out the greatest possible pleasures from each and every one of them. And so he orders his pillow girl to stop her mindless, obsequious devotion, to rise up and bring him Saki.
His pleased eyes followed the movements of the tall American blonde, enjoying the sheer beauty of those attractive stockinged legs, the sinuous lines of smoothened hips and succulent tapering thighs, and the splendid generous bottom its rounded mounds tightly packed in smoky nylon as she to scurried off to do his bidding.
He never took his eyes off her as she collected the things at an elaborately carved sideboard. Carefully balancing a bottle of saki and two demicups cups on a small red lacquered tray, she shuffled back across the carpet, and he enjoyed the sight of her naked breasts on display, jiggling slightly as she walked, swaying softly when she bent over, and bowed deeply to her master, juddering, to settle into place when she got down on her knees to place the tray to one side, and respectfully offer up a cup of saki.
Once the topless serving girl had seen to the needs of her master, she was permitted to pour herself a drink . Kitty-Kat doesn’t like the taste of saki, but she knew she could never refuse such an invitation. So she swallowed the powerful liquor, smiled bravely up at her lord, even though the burning liquid almost brought tears to her eyes. He was pleased with her…she could tell. He ordered another drink, but this time she was not invited to drink with him. Instead, as he eased back to sip his saki, he ordered his new pillow girl to pose for him.
He had her kneel upright , raising her arms and arching back, with interlocking fingers clasped behind her head, so that she presented her magnificent breasts, the firm curves jutting out as if seeking his approval. He stared at that comely bosom over the rim of his saki cup. Kitty-Kat felt a shiver of lust; her shallow breathing deepens whenever she’s made to show herself like this. After several minutes of holding the erotic pose, kneeling motionless before her lord while he finished his drink, she was ordered to her feet to come closer to his chair.
He looked up at her as she stood before him; made her widen her stance, and clasp her hands together behind her. The thought occurred to him that the girl would look nice in a pair of handcuffs with her wrists secured behind her, and he mentally filed that happy thought away for now.
So far, Mr Moto had purposely, quite deliberately, denied himself the feel of those nyloned haunches, but now he would allow himself that further pleasure. Reaching out for her, he curved his hands around those solid hips, curling his long narrow fingers to press deeply into Kitty-Kat’s firm, meaty ass. He squeezed; lightly stroked her thighs, enjoying with just the tips of his fingers the slick cool feel of the silky nylon that seemed plastered to her lower body. He nudged her legs even further apart He savored the warmth and inner firmness of her legs, as his hands caressed the feminine contours of those long tapering limbs sheathed in smooth black nylon, while she quivered under his touch.
He had the girl turn in place, bend well forward at the hips to steady herself with hands braced on her thighs, so that she was forced to stick back her well-made bottom towards the face of the hungry Mr Moto. He abruptly jumped up; his hands trembling slightly as he reached for her. His greedy hands curved to fit those lush, twin contours, and he spent a few enjoyable minutes fondling two generous handfuls of the American girl’s plump, shapely bottom through her tightly stretched pantyhose. After amusing himself in this fashion for awhile, he had her straighten, and turn once more to face him.
Mr Moto is thin, and unusually tall for a Japanese. He is almost the same height as Kitty-Kat in her stockinged feet. She finds herself standing only inches from her master, flushed and panting with arousal. She immediately lowers her eyes.
“Look at me,” he muttered.
And when he had her looking right into his eyes, he reached down and took a handful of her plump womanhood through the damp crotch of the pantyhose. Gripping her by the sex, he tightened his curving fingers up into the softness of her pussylips, as he began palming her vulva, heating the girl up, bringing her to an ever higher state of excitement while she squirmed helplessly, and he stared into her widening eyes.
Kitty-Kat was breathing heavily now, her knees gave out and she collapsed against her masterful lover as he fondled her mercilessly. She wriggled lustily, ground her damp mons against his manipulating hand. He could feel the inner heat, the wetness that was saturating the crotch of the pantyhose.
“Down!” he hissed, tightening his grip on her, till she sucked in air, threw back her head, and whimpered.
Kitty-Kat fell to her knees, with head bowed and shoulders heaving. It was time, Mr Moto reckoned, for his terrible itch to be relieved by the lush lips of his American beauty.
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