Evening in a Polo Club.
Candles are alight in the wall sconces.
Seated in soft armchairs, booted gentlemen in fall-front trousers lift Cognac snifters off side-tables to their lips.
Kneeling in front of each is a naked servant, now slowly unbuttoning his Master´s front-fall. There is no hurry. As the servant undoes each button, the heel of his hand grazes the bulge forming beneath the fall. The Master swirls Cognac on his tongue as he feels himself harden. The fall now open, the Master feels the servant´s warm breath caress him. With his left hand, the servant lifts the Master´s shaft vertical, exposing the heavy balls. He lick the balls gently, lubricating them, before taking first the left, and then the right into his warm mouth, pressing the attachment at the base with his lips as he works his tongue around the globes.
The servant feels the cock swell, as fluid seeps onto his thumb and and forefinger. He knows it is time for him to savour man-cognac on his tongue.
He licks the underside of the head with just the tip, returning to wet his lips. Becoming ardent, he kisses the head, coating his lips with more fluid, now opening them to surround the head. His tongue licks the underside several times before breaking the seal of the lower-lip to descend the shaft, wetting all around, as far as its wet warmth will reach. Returning, the underside of his tongue moves up to stroke the upper side of the head, gathering fluid on the way. Hollowing his cheeks to bring saliva forward to the front of his mouth, the servant descends the shaft slowly, several times, taking more and more cock each time. The Master sips his Cognac, reading the calmly delighted expressions of the other aristocrats as they enjoy their seats atop the natural order.
With the Master´s corona at the back of his throat, the servant knows it is time to submit fully, and relaxes his tongue and pharynx to feel his Master´s warmth filling and conquering him. He does this many times.. he wants his Master to FUCK his THROAT. He wants to be made to eat his Master´s cum. He is overwhelmed as the jets splash his mouth, his tongue, his throat. And he eats the cum he has been longing to receive, swallowing many times until the flood abates.
He looks into his Master´s eyes in gratitude as he licks the cock completely clean.
He blows the skin dry before lifting the fall back into place, and doing up the buttons. He hopes he has done it well, this job he was made for.
Erotiske noveller skrevet af Tongeren