Kept for His Appetites by Alice May Ball

I had to have it in my mouth.
     
    My wet lips slipped greedily over the head and down the length of it and as far as I could go, far enough to catch the gorgeous, intimate scent from his groin, to taste the precum that was weeping out already, to thrill on how perfectly my mouth was filled with his perfect weapon of masculinity, his key to all my locks, his gift for all my needs. His hands ran through my hair and cradled my head as I sucked on him, deeper and deeper. My hands pressed on his strong, wide hips, either side of his cock, rhythmically pushing apart, tightening his skin as I sucked him in as deeply as I could. My tongue slipped firm and wet along the underside. His moans of pleasure made echoes of pleasure in me. As I reached as far along as my mouth could take him in, my tongue stretched out to lick at his balls and, each time I reached them, his cock twitched harder.
     
    Then, lying beneath him I felt fully possessed and wholly owned by him. My mouth welcomed, admitted and enclosed him, gave to him as he took from me .I took his cock as it slid between my wet lips. My hands gripped the smooth, tensing globes of his buttocks to pull him closer. He thrust in my mouth and along my wet, eager tongue. Then I had him sit and my breasts billowed warm and soft on his thighs. My mouth devoured and consumed him.
     
    I laid him down and stretched along his length, my breasts on his ribs, his hands squeezing my ass, his tongue ran all the way from the hood on my clit, up and along my gushing pussy lips, back and in between my soft, round buttocks. and I took him down my throat, as far as I could, as far I dared, Waves of pleasure reverberated along the whole of my body and built into crashing sets of exploding orgasms.
     
    At last he got me on a couch and hauled my legs over his shoulders. I felt the heat of his cock just below my clit, and as he slipped inside, my puss sucked itself around him. Slowly and gently he ploughed the length of it into me, so we were both able to relish every millimeter more. His eyes blazed and his tongue flicked across his trembling lip. I drew him in, as I drew him to me. His head in my breasts, he rocked gently and I moaned. His cock swelled and pulsed and he drove, in and out and I hugged him, harder and harder. He pressed higher inside my, and waves of pleasure began to waft through my whole, fluttering body, and the waves rose to vibrate, then to beat, and then they thrashed until I moaned long and deep.
     
    His hands fastened onto my big, bouncing buttocks and he squeezed them as rammed and rammed, his balls bouncing on my ass, the soft night air rushing all over and around us.
     
    He held my face in his hands and we were locked in each others eyes. My heart thumped as he pounded and pounded, heat growing more and more intense, sweat dripping from him, pooling on me, mingling with my own. The sound of my wetness along his sliding cock nudged me farther towards orgasm. I grabbed his ass and as he beat and pummelled into me, harder, deeper, faster, longer, the sensation of his buttocks flexing pushed me over the edge. I squeezed him with my arms, my legs, my breasts, my ass and my mouth. My mouth clamped on his, I shouted and moaned and cried as my puss soaked and clamped on him so hard and his voice exploded as he came and the hot spunk flowed and pumped into my waiting, bursting chasm.
     
    Nnnnope. I absolutely, positively shouldn’t have done any of that.
     
    The milk pan boiled over and my blue-and-white chef’s pants were damp in the crotch.
     
    The breakfast spread came together only slightly later than planned, and I took the first trays up to where he was working in the barroom lounge at the rear of the yacht. He was talking through a wireless mic and earpiece, saying something about stockholders and splits as he followed me back to the door to chase me out, and he made a motion like lifting a cup and closed the door after me. So that was to tell me he wanted coffee, and