Rock On (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

Moving carefully, she sucked my cock, caressing her sweet lips from the head of my cock down to my balls and then back again. It was a wonderful trip she repeated several times, until I started to tense, taking hold of the counter around the sink to keep upright as I got ready.

“I’m cumming,” I warned, so that she could prepare herself.

Undeterred, she continued sucking me good and hard. My sweet darling got nearly overwhelmed as the floodgates opened, my load blasting down her virgin throat like a firehose, getting most of it down.

“It’s okay, baby,” I said, getting a wad of toilet paper to wipe the rest from her chest.

Then I lowered Petra into the water, her beautiful, curvy body enveloped by the suds. Her expression changed by increments as she submerged, becoming the picture of calm.

With a squirt of liquid body wash on each of my hands, I began to work her over, half scrubbing and half massaging my way along her, starting at her face, and then moving down to her shoulders. Petra hummed softly as I worked my way down her tender neck.

Her elation only got stronger as I reached her tits. Backtracking to her shoulders, her arms were next, as I took the time to go over each of her fingers, determined that there not be a square inch of her that went without my attention.

Bit by bit, I got down to her hips, taking my sweet time in arriving. Nonetheless, Petra opened her legs, anticipating where I would be going next. Alas, I had to disappoint her, because I had quite a different area in mind.

Continuing down from her hip, I passed over her thigh, to her knee, all the way down to her feet. Each of her toes received an equal amount of attention. Lowering her leg back into the foamy deep, I did the same with her other leg.

My little pet nearly moaned as I worked her over. Especially when I got to her foot. It stood to reason, really. Not usually considered an erogenous zone, the feet were very sensitive and could be quite erotic when handled with care.

By the time I got between her legs, she was more than ready, her pussy moving with me as I gently massaged the soap against her vulva. The inside was self-cleaning, I was well aware. Such was not the case for the outside, and I wanted her to be as healthy as possible.

Shifting her position just a touch, I got another squirt on my hand and did her ass as well, making sure she was squeaky clean all over. I thought she might be ready to have an orgasm from all the attention I was paying her body parts. Not wanting to leave her hanging too much, I washed my hands in the sink and stood her up in the tub.

Her hands on my shoulders, the water drained from around her ankles as I worked inside her. Then I worked two fingers inside her and played with her clit with one hand while I fingered her with the other, until Petra exploded with orgasm.

After patting her dry, I put her back on the toilet and spread her legs. Petra obediently lay still for me as I worked my way down, planting a row of kisses from her neck to her navel, before moving even further down.

As before, her legs opened even more as I approached. She was giving herself over to me for whatever I might want to do. It was a trust and privilege I in no way took for granted.

Reaching her sweet pussy at long last, I opened with a lick on her closed lips. After a few more, getting her into the right mood, I parted her opening, licking a little more in earnest.

She moaned her sweet pleasure, running her fingers through my hair as I lapped at her tenderness, bringing her quickly to a full and powerful orgasm.

“Good girl,” I said, kissing her on the forehead.

Dry but still naked, I brought Petra down to the dining room. Then I set her on one of the chairs, her hands flat on the table.

“Stay here, just like this, until I get back.”

“Yes, Master.”

I didn’t want to leave her too long the first time. It was more a trust exercise than anything and it was important I didn’t overdo it. I’d be able to leave her longer as we went on, but I was only gone for about twenty minutes the first time.

Once I got back, I pulled her close and kissed her softly.

“Now we can have some breakfast,” I told her, and she laughed.

“Good. I’m starving.”

“Make yourself at home in the kitchen. Oh, and you’ll be sleeping in my room from now on.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t say so otherwise. I want you by my side at all times overnight. I’d prefer if you slept naked, but you can wear a thin shirt or nightgown if you are more comfortable.”