I woke up this morning with the remnants of a vivid dream still clinging to my mind and an immense wetness between my legs. It was about Sir, and it left me breathless and yearning for his touch. In this dream, we were in the kitchen, a place so ordinary yet transformed into a scene of intense desire and raw passion.
I was wearing a sexy French maid uniform that barely covered my ass and revealed just a hint of my pussy. The morning light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room as I prepared breakfast. Suddenly, I felt his presence behind me, his body radiating heat. Before I could turn around, his lips brushed against the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His kisses were gentle at first, a tantalizing tease that made my heart race and my body tremble with anticipation.
His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips continued their journey, exploring the sensitive skin of my neck with deliberate, possessive kisses that left me aching for more. My mind was a haze of longing, and every fiber of my being was tuned to him, the one who held my heart and my body in such a powerful thrall.
He whispered, "How is my little cum slut this morning?" His voice was a low growl that resonated deep within me. The sound was intoxicating, a promise of what was to come. I tilted my head to give him better access, lost in the sensation of his lips and the firm grip of his hands.
In one swift motion, he spun me around and guided me to the kitchen island. My breath hitched as he held me there, his eyes dark with desire. Without a word, he pushed my chest down onto the cool surface of the island, my sheer uniform barely a barrier for my breasts against the coldness of the granite counter. His hands firmly held me in place as the short skirt of my uniform rode up, exposing my bare ass and the wetness between my legs.
One hand was firmly on the small of my waist and the other pressed me down so hard I could hardly breathe. I felt the hard length of him pressing against me, and a moan escaped my lips. He didn't make me wait long. With one powerful thrust, he filled me completely, a gasp of pleasure escaping me as he began to move. Each thrust was forceful and deep, his hands gripping my rib cage with a possessive strength that left no room for anything but submission to his will. He held me down firmly, taking me with a fierce intensity that left me breathless.
The kitchen echoed with the sound of our passion, his grunts of pleasure mingling with my cries of ecstasy. My body responded eagerly to his every move, driven by a need to please him, to feel him take what he desired. His control was absolute, and I surrendered to it willingly, my mind lost in a haze of sensation and desire.
He kept me on the edge, his control unwavering, his grip on my hips tightening as he pushed me further. The pressure of his hands on my back, the firmness with which he held me down, only heightened my arousal, making every moment more intense.
As the intensity built, I tried to look back at him, my vision blurring with desire. I felt myself teetering on the edge of climax. "Sir, please, may I cum?" I begged, my voice a desperate plea. He didn't relent, continuing his powerful thrusts, making me beg again and again. "Please, Sir, let me cum. I need it. I need you."
"Oh, you can do better than that, my little slut," he growled. "You don’t sound too convincing." His voice sent a thrill through me. "Explain to me how much you want it. Tell me why you deserve it."
"I'm your devoted slut, Sir," I whimpered, my voice barely more than a breathless plea. "I exist to serve you, to please you. I want to feel you, to make you proud. Please, Sir, let me cum. I need it more than anything. I want to feel your control, your power. Please, I beg you, let me cum."
"Tell me who I am to you," he demanded, his thrusts relentless, his voice a commanding presence that sent shivers through me.
"You are my master," I gasped, my voice trembling with adoration and need. "I am yours to command, yours to control. Your guidance shapes me, your power drives me. You are my world, my everything. My friend, my confidant, my Sir. I am devoted to serving and pleasing you, bound to you completely. Your touch, your voice, they mean everything to me. Please, Sir, let me cum. I need to feel your dominance, your claim on me. I need to show you my absolute submission and love for you."
When he finally granted me permission, I felt the rush of my release with a final, deep thrust that sent me over the edge. My body convulsed with pleasure, my intense cries of ecstasy filling the room as I came hard, my entire being consumed by the intense climax. He followed soon after, his own release marking the peak of our shared passion.
He held me there for a moment, holding me against the cold counter, our bodies still connected, before gently pulling out and helping me up. As I caught my breath and straightened my uniform, I couldn't help but smile. The dream had felt so real, a perfect reflection of the intense connection and passion we share. Even now, awake and alone in my bed, the memory of that dream lingers, a reminder of the powerful bond between us and the depths of my desire for him.
Though we've never met in person, Sir's touch, his control, and the raw, unfiltered passion we share are what make our relationship so unique and fulfilling. Though we are physically apart, the hope of turning this dream into reality fills me with anticipation. And as I move through the day, the memory of that dream stayed with me, a secret smile on my lips, knowing that someday, reality with him will be even better than any dream.
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