When my Master Sleeps
#1 of Being the Maid
It was almost ten o' clock at night. Her master had gotten home only several hours ago. Work was always hard on him. Head aches, back aches, pains of all sorts would have him groaning before even walking through the front door. He would set his keys on the hook by the door, and then make his way to the master bath, striping as he went. She was in the kitchen, working the stains of the stove form the previous nights dinner she had made. She loved to cook. Last night dinner though ran late, and they were both too tired after their...after dinner activities to clean any thing. She looked up when she heard the door close, squeaking and smiling brightly as the black and red tiger came around the corner on his way to the master bath. His hands were working at his belt, his shirt all ready off. She murred as she placed her small hands on his chest, nuzzling into his taut abs, her little nose wrinkling up and down over a thousand miles a minute to take in his delicious scent.
"Master you smell..." she said with a giggle as she pushed her self gently away from him. Quickly though the little pink and white spotted rabbit found her self being pulled back into him, into a tight hug. He sighed and purred as she nuzzled on him.
"I'm going to go take a shower and climb in bed, don't worry about dinner tonight, I got something on the way home." he said gently as he ruffled her hair. She smiled and nodded as she let him go and returned back to finish the cleaning.
Ten o'clock and she went to check on him. She felt it an obligation just to make sure he got to bed all right. She gently opened the door into his room, shades drawn tightly shot, barley any light fed into the room. Only for a brief moment did light from the living room spill into the bedroom through the small opening she had left. The door closed gently behind her and all was dark again except for the red glow from the number on the digital clock on his night stand. She gently stepped to the edge of the bed, a finger playing at her lips at how cute and innocent he looked as he slept naked atop the covers. He had been so tired he hadn't bothered to pull them up over him. She carefully climbed up onto the bed, her light body barley sinking into the mattress. She bent down and breathed deeply, he smelled fresh. She looked down his body, his legs spread apart slightly from how he laid comfortably on his back.
Her little heart raced at the impure, luscious thoughts that played on the corners of her mind, obscuring her thoughts and pushing her instinct ahead. She breathed short heavy breaths as she moved down his body, careful where she placed her hand son the bed. Her nose stopped inches from the opening of his sheath, her little nose wiggled franticly at the delectable scent from inside it. She made a quick look to his face. his eyes were closed and his breathing steady, he wiggled some, repositioning his bock a little on his side, towards the little bun. She smiled. Perfect she thought.
With careful hands she cupped his plumb sized balls. His body was so warm it was almost hot, it made her moan quietly as her own little sheath bulged in delight. The need to taste him was over whelming. She leaned down, mouth hanging half open as her tongue lulled out, the tip touching the velvet fur of his testicles, a salty taste greeting her pallet. She murred softly as her full song made contact with the large but delicate orbs and gave them a loving lick down between them. She was forced to stop as he rolled over, she swiftly pushed her self away so she wan't in his way. She pouted. She pouted, licking her lips, savoring what little of his taste she got, the tiny sample teasing her. Her little cock poked out of her sheath, whimpering with her.
With ease that her light body aloud her she moved down between his legs. She was greeted by a delectable site. He had rolled over into what she would call the perfect position. His balls pushed out from under him between his legs, pressed closed together by the tight space, and his legs were spread to just the perfect angle. She hesitated at first, and then almost dived onto him. All she could do was restrain herself as her tongue slowly lapped at his orbs, careful deliberately slow licks so as not to disturb him to much. She teased her self at the pace she was moving, her cock poking all the way out of her little sheath. She stopped to lick the moisture away form her lips as he began to roll over once more and suppressed a squee of absolute delight at what her work had caused.
She moved up closer, her hands gently placing themselves on either out side of his legs and her muzzle gently nuzzling the heady scented flesh of his now erect cock, covered lightly in a film thin layer of his sheath's juices. Again she looked up at his face, studying his features, her eyes having to strain in the dark to detect any sign of a waking tiger. She smiled as her eyes saw the steady rise and fall of his chest and her ears heard the faint gentle rhythm of his heart. She smiled and nodded to her self as he leaned forward her the reward for her work. Her mouth opening once more and tongue slinking out to gently wrap around his girth. She told her self that she would just do enough to lick the tasty moisture from his cock. Her tongue delicately work in light laps along his length. She worked slowly, wanting to savor his scent, his heat, and his taste as he was now. As started with his head, where his pre beaded on the tip form her dancing tongues performance. She delicately cradled his length in a paw as she juggled his balls in the other, His pre beading more often form her effort. A little reward for her buds. She stopped, knowing she wouldn't be able to restrain her self if she kept at her base and began moving down his length, wrapping her tongue around his base, cleaning away every bit of his musky fluid. When done she leaned up onto her knees at the edge of the bed. She smiled, feeling her work was down.
"Now I'll just...just..." her little heart raced again, the thumping in her ears drowning out any other sound, the site of his still erect cock, pre built so much on the tip that it slowly rolled down his length. Her breath grew more ragged. "I'll just..." she looked at him, then back at the door, her eyes now fully adjusted to the dark, she could see clearly. His cock twitched, and hers did in response. She found her self moving forward over him, carefully startling him, pulling her skirt up out of the way and gently lowering herself down. Her tail hole opened in joy to accept her Master's girth inside it. She bit her lip to suppress her moan as she held her self on her knees until her cheeks met his waist. Her light frame did almost nothing to disturb him. Her eyes were held tightly shut. His length was hot inside her as she pulled the front of her skirt up and took her length in hand, using her own dripping pre as lubrication to begin stroking up and down.
She wanted so much to ride him like a horse, to pound his cock in and out of her hole, drawn tight around his length and girth. She made do with the full feeling of him inside her, and the heat that mingled between their flesh as she began to rapidly jerk her paw up and down her little cock. She purred, suppressing every moan that reached her lips. Her length twitched in her grasp, her mind screaming at her to ride, to lean forward and toss her tail end up and down and pummel his cock until it filled her with over ounce of seed his balls held. To milk him dray. She hated her self for allowing this to go as far as it had, but the need for her to come was now far to strong and she had come this far. She continued, held still except for the paw between her legs pumping up and down furiously on her length. She held nothing back. She leaned backward, supporting her self on her free paw and suppressing her moan to a purr as her cock erupted, spraying strings of white forward and all over his chest and stomach. Carefully she climbed off, letting her skirt fall and her slowly deflating length dragging itself along the fabric, giving the inside a light coating of her juice. With her mind reeling form her orgasm she stumbled out of his room, gently closing the door behind her.
It was very late now, almost twelve in the morning when she looked up at the ornate wall clock. She sighed as she lazily made her way to the back of the house where the guest room was. She stumbled every few feet, loosing her footing from the drunken condition in her cum left her in. The next morning she had woken before him. She had breakfast almost ready when she heard him call from his door way.
"Perhaps you can explain to me why I'm covered in rabbit scented frosting?" She nearly choked on her own laughter as she set a small plate of buttered toast on the kitchen bar for him, a devious smile on her face and her tongue sticking out at him. He sat down, smirking, upper body fur matted and reeking of her musk. His gears in his mind working for what would be suitable for her actions. "Tomorrow" he told himself aloud as he pulled the Saturday paper in front of him, folding it out to read. "Tomorrow." he repeated gently before biting down into the toast.