The begining

The scent was intoxicating as he slowly lowered his head between her legs, she lay naked, on her fine Egyptian cotton sheets, they were the colour of the sky on a bright summer’s day. He loved the way she smelled. It made his head swim, and his erection grow harder. ”May I have a taste mistress?” The words seemed to quiver as he said them, the anticipation was torture, more than almost anything, and he lived to serve her and her every want, need and lust. All thought of self-seemed to fade when he was serving his mistress in this way; it was a deep primal need for him to taste her moist, creamy pussy. The way she was affected by his eager tongue made his heart soar, his cock stiffen even further, (if such a thing was possible), and his soul sing. She was his all. Pleasing her was what he lived for even more so here between her legs; the taste stayed on his tongue for hours afterward and would sustain him as he severed her in much more mundane ways.
Her response to his question was almost violent her hand swiftly sliding across his head and pushing in such a way that were you watching it would seem as though she were trying to smother him with her wet cunt. “mmmmmmmm” was all that escaped her lips as he put his tongue into action at her prompting. This was the usual way she answered his question, and he spat pre-cum from just the touch of her hand as she pushed his face into her scented quim.
He loved the way she reacted to his ministrations, she would gently writhe and wiggle beneath his tongue, on occasion if he managed to find the right spot she would arch her back lifting her sublime bottom off the sheets. This was his favourite service, pleasuring his mistress all other concerns were forgotten when his mouth was upon her. The feel of her hand lightly guiding him and making sure he did not stop sent waves of ecstasy thru him like sinking into a hot bath. It started at her hand, and flowed gently down his spine and out to his extremities before sending one more jolt of electricity to his loins bouncing his erection off the sheets. The pressure of the bed beneath his hard cock giving him a moment of painful pleasure.
She grabbed what she could of the hair that was left, on the back of his head, under her hand and gently lifted his face from her mound, “Don’t you make a mess on my expensive bedding” she demanded. “If you have there will be no reward for you” his eyes grew wide in fear at this. As he lowered his head again he tried to see the sheets beneath him, he did not see any mess, but it was difficult not to worry that he had with the amount of liquid that had been leaking from his excited cock as he ate his fill of the best feast in his universe. He tried to allay his fears by focusing on his work. The taste of her wetness seemed to wash all fears from his mind. The universe seemed to shrink into a moist pulsating slit.
He could feel her pleasure building, her soaked lips trembled uncontrollably and the juice that leaked from the depths of her seemed to flow even faster. He continued to lap at her hard button and simultaneously spun the two fingers that were buried as deep inside her as was physically possible “OOOOOOOOAAAAHHHHHH YES YES YES NO STOP” she demanded. This was how it usually went, as he raised his face he inspected his work, her flesh was gleaming with spit and juices. The small covering of fuzz on her mound was white from the ministrations of his mouth.
“FUCK ME!! FUCK ME NOW!!” she almost screamed, “GET IT IN ME NOW, NOW” he seemed to her to be moving deliberately slowly. He always did this it amped her up and made his cock stiffer still.
“Yes mistress” he whispered breathlessly.
He slowly positioned himself above her, the dripping tip of his rock hard erection gently nuzzling into the soaked lips that were eager for its caress. She could feel the gentle pressure off his penis as it sought entrance. “NOW” she screamed again thru clenched teeth. Her hands grabbed his ass and pulled. There was a moment of resistance. He pushed into her velvet saliva slicked pussy, she dug her nails into his tender rear “fuck me” she whispered as she dragged her nails up his body towards his shoulders.
“Ughguhghgggggmmmmmm” was all he could manage to grunt as the dull ache from her scratch reached his thrusting cock, it twitched inside her, the feeling made her push into him, causing her mound to graze against his freshly shaven pubic region,
“Don’t cum!!!” she demanded.
“I want more” He pushed a little quicker.
She drew in a deep breath at his action and took her hands from round his shoulders. She grabed both fists full of sheets, a movement that did not fail to escape his gaze. He pushed in his cock twitching at the feel of her insides*contracting around him.
“cum for me, fill me now, NOW.”
He could feel his explosion building and quickened his pace further still.
“I said NOW” she commanded.

He awoke slightly dazed his cock was rock hard and strained against the fabric of his trunks
“Damn I thought I was happy for a moment it felt like everything would be ok” he thought to himself. He looked around as the fuzz of sleep left his mind the room was small and bright but it did not seem like his it only made his heart ache more.
He was once again alone, he always hated that but it seemed to be his permanent state of being.
His mind sometimes played tricks on him as it had done last night and he remembered bits of a life he had built with the goddess in his dream. But reality had set in and he was alone.
It was sad he knew that this was a life that he had ruined by his own hand he had done unimaginably deplorable things to that woman because he was lost in a haze of Pain and rage.
Now on the road to recovery she had thrown him onto the street with nothing but a sad memory of the life he had once had.
He moved slowly from the bed and stretched his slim figure contorting strangely as he did so.
He reached down and his wrist grazed his jutting hard-on. “mmm” he thought
“Think I’ll shower” he grabbed his towel and his toiletries and made his way to the bathroom.
He wrapped the towel around his waist and held his bag of bathroom stuffs in front of his still hard cock.
As he moved down the hallway to the shared bathroom he could hear someone singing just out of full understanding range like a radio in the next room. You know it is on but you can’t quite figure out what song is playing.
He drew closer to the door and could hear that it was a woman’s voice coming from behind the door
“It’s raining men Hallelujah” the refrain was only slightly familiar to him.
As he entered the bathroom he felt the steam caress his legs. He put his towel on the waiting empty towel rack and as he turned the sensual silhouette of a naked woman became apparent thru the frosted glass of the shower door.
“Hello?” a timid voice called “is there someone there?”
As he turned to go into the next shower a face appeared tentatively from behind the shower door.
“OH! AHHH!” Her pupils seemed to grow exponentially as they slid down his naked form.
“Well hello! Please join me won’t you” she sultrily said as she reached for his erection with her perfectly manicured hands. She grabbed him ever so gently and his cock stiffened further in her wet palm. He stepped forward and into the warm wetness of the secluded shower.
“My! You must have had an exciting morning” she said as she felt the warm clear sticky liquid of more pre-cum escaping from the tip of his manhood.