A Conversation on a Sofa
In collaboration with MichelleGraham, we wrote this narrative. To kick-start our co-writing adventure, we present this tale! We hope you find it enjoyable!
For nearly a year, I've been worshipping a Goddess. My various duties include easy tasks like shoulder massages and more intricate activities such as complete body oral worship. Unaware of her desires on that particular day, I followed the instructions in her message:
"I need worship and you need practice. I'll be waiting. Let yourself in."
Excited, I headed to her house. Upon entering, she invited me to the family room. Settling down on the couch, I donned a silky robe that accentuated my figure. My legs were intertwined, preserving the mystery of where my worship might take place.
When my pet entered the room, he struggled to suppress his enthusiasm. He had been deprived of worship for a while and was eager to please.
"Hello pet," I greeted him.
Rather than follow the customary protocol, I promptly knelt, yet rose quickly and returned to my earlier position before he could fully comprehend what had occurred.
"Good afternoon, Goddess," he offered, observing my robe and the enticing view it provided.
I shared the reason for my tense state: "I've been very anxious lately, so this afternoon will be long as I tend to my needs."
I playfully crossed my legs, just out of my pet's reach.
He crawled nearer, struggling to control his excitement. He held my feet in his hands, starting softly, brushing them and placing gentle kisses.
Subtly gazing at my legs, I admired their power, softness, strength, and perfect curvature. Then I surveyed his expression, unable to restrain the emotions etched on his face.
With kind indulgence, "Hello pet," I addressed him again, feeling a smirk tug at my lips. I played along, not completely removing my reachability.
He worshipped my feet, detecting their smoothness and gentleness. He inspected them with care, kissing and stroking. His tongue traced my soles, eventually inching his way up to my toes. He gently kissed and caressed my big toes as I gently tugged his head.
"Your pet is very eager, Goddess," I commented.
I adored massaging her feet, observing how the soft pressure of my thumbs soothed her. Then, with her consent, I leaned in, kissing each toe and licking softly. Gently moving up to her ankle, I continued kissing and softly licking. To my delight, she enjoyed my tongue exploration and let out a soft sigh.
My pet shifted position, rubbing my leg with one hand and adoring her foot with the other. He felt a longing for more, ogling her tantalizingly exposed legs and thighs. Sinfully, he glanced around for a mischievous advantage.
"I'm sorry, Ms." apologizing, he noticed my robe's hem. I quickly regrouped, glancing at her body, starting from her thighs upwards. I asked him to reposition my ankle on his shoulder.
"I need to focus," she quipped. "Pet, where are your eyes?"
"Up here, Goddess," he announced.
Fittingly, my robe's hem covered my thighs. My pet still struggled with the temptation to peek.
"Cease in your disobedience," snickered Goddess. "You know I'll find out anyway." He giggled, though the warning was there.
"My eyes are here," he grinned, directing his gaze upwards, focusing on her cleavage rather than her exposed legs. Undeterred, he insisted on touching her legs and ankles, ensuring her comfort.
Giving the cue, "Lower your eyes, pet."
Obediently, he gazed at his hands, engaged in the worship of the sessions before him, rubbing and kissing her ankle. Afterwards, he kissed her bare calf, creating another sigh from the pleasure she received.
Steadying myself, I faced him, remaining composed.
"Your pet is certainly appreciating the opportunities, Goddess," I explained.
"I can feel your erection, pet."
I paused, deciding to tease him even more. "I can, too." I softly giggled as I switched positions, nibbling at my toes as my pet watched, glancing around and breaking his eye contact.
My hands glided along her leg, from her calf to her knee, then midway up her thigh. Meanwhile, her toes caressed my swollen erection, urging me to pay attention elsewhere. Her feet continued to nudge my sensitive area.
I could sense my friend flickering between concentration and temptation. His hands strayed, looking for a touch of his own, trying to peek under my robe. However, he kept them well-behaved, fearful of punishment. I altered my position slightly, revealing more of my breasts, and allowing my legs to separate slightly.
My thoughts swam with a mixture of urges and pleasurable distractions.
As my feet moved to caress her, I could see his eyes darting away, trying to restrain his gaze from reaching regions beyond my robe. I nudged him with my thigh, forcing a kiss on her ankle or calf as I continued to rub her leg. His movements were not entirely under my control, as his toes ran up and down my thighs. But moments later, I felt a warm hand stroke my balls and his fingers wrap around my dick, enclosed in my jeans.
"Worship me, pet. Pay attention to your tasks."
I heard my own words echo through his mind and he obeyed. In one swift motion, he removed my foot, then slowly slid it back up, this time grazing my testicles. While this happened, I reached under my robe to play with my second nipple. I saw him gasp as I excited the nipple. His hands immediately flew to his own shirt buttons, anxious to free himself.
"I noticed what you did." My gaze widened, taking in his blush and the cheeky smile.
With his shirt untied, he slowly unbuttoned it. His gaze focused on my still-exposed breast, and when he removed the tee shirt, his eyes traveled downward.
"What a fantastic shade of purple. It brings out the beauty of your eyes," came the compliment.
Without warning, he folded both his clothes and dropped them on the floor. His pants came off next, his hands working feverishly on the buttons, zipper, and finally the legs.
"Do you see me?" I inquired, maintaining a playful tone.
Eager to avoid punishment, my friend's hands quickly obeyed the order to retract to his sides. I casually caressed my fleshier thigh, teasing him.
My body was riddled with impulses.
I adored the way my Goddess displayed her curves so boldly. The open robe revealed part of her cleavage and her bust. However, her fingers freely explored half of her thigh, inviting further caresses. With her body half-covered, and me completely naked, the power dynamics were clear for both of us.
I watched my friend undress. It was a thrilling sight to behold. He was such a vision in my favorite color. As I felt her call to me, I bit my bottom lip in anticipation.
"Oh, my dear friend! I have missed you," I sighed softly.
My nipples became engorged, swelling beneath the cool robe as my Goddess' fingers caressed up and down her leg. Aroused, I felt a strong urge to embrace myself, but knew this would result in harsh words.
"Never fear, my pet. I reward, more often than I punish." My lips formed a sinful smile.
My naked boy toy stood before me, skin shining in the lamplight, ready to worship. I ran my fingers down my teased nipple and teased myself.
I fought against the urge to give into my desires. Instead, I followed the instructions given to me...going back to kneeling and massaging her legs. I lowered myself to the ground in front of her, lifted her bare leg up, and set her ankle on my shoulder again. With this position, I began to massage her leg while kissing her foot, ankle, and calf.
She promptly moved her other foot back to where it had been before, where it was teasing my dick.
I wrapped my toes around the head of his cock, squeezing it. I knew it wouldn't be long before he was pleading if I kept this up.
I moved my fingers up my inner thigh. My finger tips slid across my skin.
He managed to keep his hands moving on my legs, but I knew where his focus was. His breath caught each time my fingers disappeared under my robe. He tried to hold back his humping of my foot.
"I'm not ready for you to cum, pet, but I'm ready to cum myself."
I squeezed my tit in my hand and let my legs spread out. My foot moved off of his dick, with it now being of no interest. I brought both my hands to my tits and began playing with them. I dropped my head back and savored all the attention.
"Mmmmm"
I didn't know what she meant when she said she was ready to cum. Was it a command, an invitation, or simply just how she felt? My chances of guessing correctly were 2 out of 3, so I went with it.
I scooted forward on my knees. No longer kissing her foot and calf, I was now kissing her inner thigh. One hand was now caressing her thigh, while the other slid up her inner thigh to her pussy.
Ms' shaved pussy was slick with her fluids. My fingers slid up and down her swollen pussy lips, trailing one finger deep between them. I slid them further up...circling her clit.
The loud moan clued me in that, even if I was wrong about the meaning, she wasn't stopping me now.
He acted quickly and without hesitation, popular sexy girls starting to attend to my needs. Even if he was unsure if I was telling him what to do or asking for it, he attacked my hot, damp pussy. He already knew how to touch it. He had been trained on how I liked it. To read my body's reactions.
He settled into his ideal position. He could see all of me from here, nestled between my thighs. Both my tits were exposed now, and my nipples were hard and extended as I happily played with them. His eyes always scanned my body. That's how he learned to predict what I wanted, like a good little toy.
His fingers spread my pussy lips apart, revealing the swollen bump of my clit. Rotating circles with his fingers, bringing me closer and closer to the climax. My body was trembling as I held on for as long as I could. The waves of the first of many orgasms swooped in, moans of pleasure escaping with every breath.
Ms was no longer worried about teasing me. Now, it was all about worshiping her, pleasing her...which was precisely why I'd been called in. I could tell her body was shaking as she attempted to hold back her orgasm...allowing it to build as much as possible.
I'd learned exactly how she liked it. She trained me well. But she also appreciated the surprise moves I added in. So as I spread her pussy lips with one hand and circled around and around her clit with the fingers from my other hand...I suddenly gripped her hard, swollen clit between my fingers and stroked it like a tiny dick.
This did it. One hand moved from grabbing the couch cushion to gripping my hair, her hips bucking up, and the first wave of orgasm hit hard. Her moans signaled she was really enjoying it.
And just as it peaked...as she was right on the edge of that orgasm...I leaned in and took her pussy in my mouth. My tongue got busy licking up her juices, then swirling around her clit. I wanted to help her enjoy this one and possibly even get a second orgasm right behind it.
I'd taught him well, and he was excited to please. I was still holding his head and hair, keeping his face pressed against my slick pussy. He was busy lapping up any liquid that was expelled. I could tell he was not merely cleaning the mess he had created. He hoped to piggyback another orgasm. He knew I enjoyed not fully cooling down after the first, and sometimes that second one came right after the first. The intensity, the sensitivity were peaked, and building on them brought the orgasm to the next level.
With my legs on his shoulders, I had full control over where he went. After letting go of his head, I stabilized myself to prepare for his next move. My robe was in the way after it was partially unfastened, so I used my feet to put him back in his place. Once he realized I wanted him to keep going without pause until I was done, he switched his focus from staring at my body to prompting for my approval.
"This is all about me, my love."
I closed my eyes to concentrate solely on my mouth and fingers. Contemplating how to guide my pet towards his next orgasm, I began licking and finger-fucking with greater intensity. He pulled my robe out of the way as it was now partially undone. I attempted to peek at his response, but he raised his head to return my gaze. I relented, allowing my eyes to remain closed.
As sensations began to build, I adjusted my mouth and tongue to focus on his hard clit, suctioning it in, sucking it, then flicking the tip rapidly with my tongue. At the same time, I inserted three fingers into his hot, wet opening. He slid back and forth, seeking more lubrication in an attempt to please me. I became captivated by the sight and longed to clean his tongue with my own mouth.
Urgent hips thrust against my face as the first wave commenced. I could feel his toes curling into my back as his moans increased in volume. Meeting his passionate output with focused aggression, I sucked harder while clenching my fingers. He then grew silent and still, knowing he must not pause until satisfied.
His tongue swept over my engorged clit, keeping up a strong sucking and licking pace, while his fingers resumed frenzied thrusting. The pressure built, my body convulsing as the orgasm swept over me in waves. I was gasping for air, writhing, and moaning loudly.
These moments were the apex of my existence. I reveled in my Goddess' overwhelming orgasm and committed to prolonging it at any cost. I didn't want it to end.
With eyes still closed against my will, I licked my finger dry, eager to prolong her ecstasy. I felt myself growing wetter, but was uncertain if it was due to my orgasm or excitement at seeing her climax. It was impossible to distinguish, so I pressed on.
The first rush of female ejaculate coated my tongue. I tasted her sweet nectar as it dripped down my chin. I sucked the tip of my finger clean, but there was no time for self-indulgence. Sluggish fingers slipped in and out of her soaking depths until, unable to hold back, I unleashed my own waves of climax.
Attempting to clean my hands, I hovered over my boyfriend's face, unsure how long I could wait before breaking my silence. I heard chuckles from above and made eye contact. "It's okay," he said. She'd eventually recover and fetishify this intense release. The corners of my mouth turned up in a smile as I realized he was right.
As my orgasm abated, I found myself drifting into a brief moment of mindlessness, squeezing my eyes shut more tightly to suppress the torrent of emotions surging through me.
My partner grinned, apparently amused by my disheveled state, then whispered, "Clean me, pet." I laid his shirt on the ground and began cleaning his face and thighs before moving on to the floor.
Eventually, she stirred.
"Go get a warm washcloth and clean me, pup. Then use your tongue to lick the floor completely. Once all traces of mess are removed, you may dress and depart."
I carried out her instructions, carefully wiping her and the floor dry before slipping into my clothes.
"Wait."
Glancing at my partner’s relaxed expression, I tilted my head to catch a glimpse of our entwined legs. "Show me."
Laughing, he stroked his uncooperative semi-erection, causing it to rise upward. "I'm not allowed to look at that?" he teased.
Her eyes narrowed as a mischievous grin formed, "No. Not until after you’ve shown me.”
I turned my back and lowered my pants before kneeling fully in front of him. "As my Goddess requires, my love."
She was giggling, "And my...lovvy."
"Yes, my Goddess. Thank you for your grace in allowing me to devour your pussy."
Eventually, I rose, closed the door behind me, and walked towards the kitchen, ready for my next task. Assigned by her to cleanse and care for her sacred garden, I couldn't help but reflect upon the fusion of humility and pride instilled within me by my loving mistress. She knew where to find me. Always.
I quietly crept out through the door, allowing her to unwind and rest on the couch where I first spotted her.