Tiny Coercive : Part III

The madam on the far side of the bed had her back turned and was probably asleep as usual. He watched her for a short time and then sat up on the edge of the bed, motioning for her to approach.
She walked to him and stepped up on a low stool between his knees, nervously waiting for him to touch her. She trembled as he motioned her to turn around and then guided her hands to the top of her head. His fingers then touched her just below the armpits sending shock waves throughout her body. Then very slowly both hands travelled down, tracing her body shape to her waist, over her hips and down her thighs to her knees.
She stopped trembling; his hands were unbelievably soft and gentle barely touching yet magically stirring bumble-bees under her skin. She had expected his hands to be rough like the gritty hands of the mill and forest workers at her father's funeral.

There was none of the madam's explosive passion, no fingers digging deep into her flesh; just magical bees buzzing; even gentler than her beloved Sandra.His hands retraced their journey to her armpits and then down, this time clasping her waist, holding it, gently squeezing, resting the bees, while twisting her body one way and the other.
Moving lightly again, waking the bees, clasping and stopping the bees in short steps over her hips, her thighs, stirring the bees when moving until reaching her knees.

He moved up again, clasping the soft flesh on the back of her thighs, stopping the buzz; moving again with the buzz, clasping and no bees; until his fingers grasped her cheeks; squeezing them together; rotating them one way and the other; spreading her crack wide; squeezing it together; rotating again, repeating it over and over again. All done with that same tender feel, continuing that bumble bee buzz. He licked and kissed both cheeks softly, then pushed gently on the small of her back; she bend over and without being told, spread her feet on the stool as he spread her cheeks and then did nothing for a while. She had been terrified that first day when she knew the madam was looking at that her most intimate area of her body; that had then been followed by the cane. What was he doing, checking her vagina in preparation for penetration? Was that part of the ceremony?

He made her step off the stool and turn to face him, taking her one hand he held it to his lips, gently sucking each finger and then kissing her palm, licking and kissing the soft underside of her forearm, then the plump upper arm and over the shoulder to her neck. She gasped as he continued to kiss her neck, nibbling on her one earlobe, then the other; moving down across her other shoulder, down her arm kissing and licking his way to her fingers.

After sucking the last finger he picked her up and set her next to him on the bed, gently leaning her back until she was lying with her rear end near the edge. He dropped to his knees and proceeded to lick and kiss the toes of one foot, then the other.
She was amazed, being tongued, almost washed all over; being tasted like sugar candy; licking kissing and sucking her skin; she wondered how much of her body he would cover. He licked her feet all around, one foot and then the other; then after making her grasp her ankles pulling her legs wide, he did her calves; the back and inside of her thighs, sucking, lightly chewing, licking and kissing.

The bees now swarmed permanently all through her body, making her tremble with pleasure, not fear; the feeling intensifying as his lips closed on her crotch. She jerked as his side whiskers brushed against her clit ... She jolted, shrieked and climaxed instantly, loosing hold of her legs instinctively wrapping them around his head, as he kissed her clit and then slurped his way down to her anus; twirling his tongue, licking, kissing making her climax again; so intensely she squealed while pounding her heels into his back again and again. He then sucked back to her vagina, his tongue locating the hole, licking her insides.

She climaxed repeatedly, wondering why she hadn't seen Sandra get this kind of treatment. Was he examining her body before penetration? Was this part of the secret ceremony? The madam always watched her for a long time before using her. Sandra said it warmed her up for sex; the master didn't watch her pose for long but he was feeling and indeed tongue washing her body everywhere, even performing licking sex; making those wonderful bees buzz, buzz and buzz.
Maybe it was necessary for him to warm up with a new servant?
After all, she was the one requesting the ceremony; the madam had said he was surprised she wanted to serve him. He already had
Sandra; why would he need two servant wives? She could hear him breathe deeply now, like the madam did when she was almost ready. it made her feel better, he had found her body acceptable then; now if she could only remember everything Sandra had demonstrated, swallowing the cream so he wouldn't be angry with her.

He stopped licking and sat down on the bed, lifting her onto his lap. He kissed her passionately. She moaned, responding with her tongue; the moment coming closer she began to tremble from the fear of not being able to do it right. He palmed one cheek of her behind and fondled her breasts; tracing their shapes like he had done her body shape, stirring the bees again, especially near the nipples.
Stopping kissing her he watched his own fingers, feeling probing, gently squeezing and then tapping her breasts to watch them bounce. She watched his hand and then smiled up at him, thrilled with his patience and apparent spellbound fascination with her breasts. She began to expanded and heave her chest, eagerly presenting each by turning her body slightly each time his hand moved from one to the other; delivering and holding it there for his hand while smiling up at him, her mouth wide open, licking her lips, breathing with deep satisfied passion.
She churned slowly on his lap as the swarm now buzzed in her lower body. She scrunched and squirmed her crotch squeezing her thighs together, desperately awaiting penetration. He'd made her hot all over except deep inside that orifice aching to be filled.

She cautiously ran her fingers through his chest and stomach hair, trying to divert her own attention, surprised by the amount of hair on a man's body. His penis was hardening, rising between her thighs as she spread and closed them squeezing it, moaned expectantly.
She thought of her imaginary prince, only a mirage, an illusive image; effeminately handsome with large dreamy eyes; cleanly shaven and no body hair; having no physical presence, his penis real but only a ladle handle. But her master was real, a real breathing man and he was hopefully going to penetrate her shortly as if she was a legal wife. She made-believe she was that real wife; her madam she thought now, probably did not have sex with him. Sandra was black and could not be a white man's wife. Her penetration would be a ritual wedding, turning her servant status, in her mind to that of a wife.

He lifted her down on the floor, palming her shoulders, making the bees buzz there as she was gently lowered to her knees.
Sandra did that sometimes before being penetrated; so this was it, just a little titillation and then penetration.
Finally that long awaited moment, she reached for her 'flesh and blood' penis; finding it so much larger than she'd imagined when watching Sandra from a distance and much thicker than the wood strap-on. She held that magic object with both hands squeezing and bending it; staring, totally mesmerized by its purpose and how a woman could mysteriously make it erect and have it release the juice of life inside her vagina if a legal wife or in the mouth if a servant wife.

She stroked it as Sandra had shown her, opening her mouth wide, looking up at her master gasping with excitement, before kissing the covered head; girdling it with her tongue then choking when attempting to swallow the entire shaft, as she had been unnecessarily advised by Sandra. She reached as Sandra did for the bag with both hands, fingering it carefully, curiously surprised by the soft roundish objects inside it. She grasped the shaft again, her tiny hand spanning only just over half its girth and began frigging, sucking and blowing, while anxiously watching her master's reaction.
It didn't get hard and she was unable to push back the foreskin with her lips, as Sandra did. She began to tremble in frustration, tears welling up in her eyes. Peering up she saw his eyes half closed, and his face showing no emotion. Desperate for inspiration, without knowing why, she grasped the bag again moving her face over it as if using a washcloth; then doing the same with his penis and then the bag again; repeating that over and over while sobbing nervously.

He couldn't believe his luck picking out this little goddess; a multi orgasmic nymph, bisexual to booth; the find of a life time; just a chance meeting in an isolated village. Now he was beside himself with lust, having waited impatiently for three weeks, while his nubile little servant was being manipulated by his females to beg for his favours. He hadn't been this turned on since, he as a teenager had coerced his parent's black house slave twice his age in the hayloft
He tried to think of his lesbian wife, watching or sleeping next to them, to contain his lust. But the sudden departure from any technique in his experience by this innocent teary-eyed doll, was more than any man could resist. His manhood stiffened to the bursting point, even pulling back his foreskin half way without her help.Olivia sighed loudly in relief, smacking her lips on the bloated red mushroom, pushing the foreskin over the ridge with her lips; then swallowing as much as she could without choking; she palmed his bag and frigged the shaft.
He had wanted to break her in and then ejaculate in her mouth later but the excitement of her innocent fumbling attempt to please him, her tears, her awkward performance was too much. He blew his load in one powerful volley, filling her mouth, choking her completely. She coughed and sputtered as gobs of semen poured out of her mouth while more splashed on her face, spilling on her breasts, stomach and thighs.

She had watched Sandra breaking his load in three parts and swallowing nearly every drop. Having failed completely, she sucked in what she could and then licked around her lips, scraping gobs with her fingers and slurping it off. Trembling with fear she swallowed his member again sucking desperately on what was left in the shaft. She then used both hands to scoop gobs of cream of her breast, stomach and thighs, then licking and swallowing of her hands and fingers; intermittently peering up at him with a desperate apologetic look, tears streaming down her angelic face.
"I'm very sorry master; please forgive me, please?"

He wanted to hug her and tell her how much he was turned on by her amateurish performance; tell her that he knew her little mouth could never hold his load completely; tell her how beautiful she was; how turned on he was by her youth; tell her how incredible her soft curvaceous body was and that it was the most exciting sex act he'd ever experienced. He resisted the temptation, saving her desperate attempts to please him for another session and did not answer her plea.
After letting her lick up as much as she could he got up and walked into the next room, casually motioning her to follow.
Standing by the basin, she washed his penis and bag as she'd seen
Sandra do. After drying him she fumbled with both hands for a while and finally succeeded in pulling the foreskin back over the mushroom. He then pointed at the drying streaks of cream on her body and motioned her to wash herself. She hurried, trembling nervously, as he returned to bed. When finished she walked in the bedroom and stood facing him, waiting.