I had this idea, and I couldn't help myself...bell_bell_bellOctober 9 2009, 22:34:03 UTC
((Not exactly the request, but would this suffice?))
One day in the middle of winter, Alfred Jones stands in his maid outfit in front of his master, begging and pleading.
“P-please, Master Ivan... “
“No.”
Ivan's smile has always been malicious, but, to Alfred, it has never been so much so.
“I- I can't do it- please!”
The Master stands there with an amused look in his eyes.
“I said no.”
He's gone so long, so long without it, he needs it, just a little bit- “I'll do anything!”
A smile. “Taste something else, then,” Ivan whispers, “And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have one.”
Alfred stutters for a moment, then walks forward and kneels down in front of his Master. Unzipping Ivan's pants, he looks up for a moment, then takes it into his mouth.
Ivan rocks back and forth into Alfred's mouth. With the skill his maid has attained in the past few months, it isn't long before he's the one stuttering. “Soon, soon, keep going!”
The feeling stops. “Only if you promise, Master.”
“I promise, I promise, keep going, now!”
Again, the Master moves into his maid's mouth, climaxing almost as soon as he does.
Alfred swallows all of it, and, after a few minutes, speaks quietly.
One day in the middle of winter, Alfred Jones stands in his maid outfit in front of his master, begging and pleading.
“P-please, Master Ivan... “
“No.”
Ivan's smile has always been malicious, but, to Alfred, it has never been so much so.
“I- I can't do it- please!”
The Master stands there with an amused look in his eyes.
“I said no.”
He's gone so long, so long without it, he needs it, just a little bit- “I'll do anything!”
A smile. “Taste something else, then,” Ivan whispers, “And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have one.”
Alfred stutters for a moment, then walks forward and kneels down in front of his Master. Unzipping Ivan's pants, he looks up for a moment, then takes it into his mouth.
Ivan rocks back and forth into Alfred's mouth. With the skill his maid has attained in the past few months, it isn't long before he's the one stuttering. “Soon, soon, keep going!”
The feeling stops. “Only if you promise, Master.”
“I promise, I promise, keep going, now!”
Again, the Master moves into his maid's mouth, climaxing almost as soon as he does.
Alfred swallows all of it, and, after a few minutes, speaks quietly.
“Please, Master...
I'd like my burger now.”
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Anon this was just glorious. You have successfully killed me with your amazement. |"D
Captcha: cabooses felt? Well, yes, captcha of course Ivan's been feeling that frilly caboose. Probably smacking it too.
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-but I guess I'm not really an anon now, curses-
(captcha: insomnia 13. Exactly what I am going through right now XD)
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