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Hello, Horny Readers!

I’ve never been a huge fan of the Allman Brothers, but Eat A Peach is such an evocative title, even if unintentionally.  As the months tick slowly by before my Boyfriend comes back into town for the warm season, I’ve been availing myself more and more often of the use of one of our submissives for the purposes of oral servitude.

He’s ideal, out of all of them, for the privilege.  He begs for all of his orgasms to take place in the company of both My Boyfriend and Myself (he loves to suck cock for Me), so he is a submissive in chastity until such a time as he is allowed to finish after we are finished with him.  This adds just the right flavor to our sessions together, where the only outlet for any arousal he might feel from having my creamy-wet pussy perched on his mouth is to eat Me deeper, flick My clit faster, and let the vibrations of his muffled moans of lust and frustration contribute even more to My satisfaction.

I like to use my slave for physical pleasure, but that physical pleasure is informed heavily by the psychological pleasure that comes from objectification   More often than not, our sessions together aren’t sensual, pillow-princess liedowns where I close my eyes, lay back, and spread my legs, allowing him to work what ever techniques seem to suit him best.  My slave’s face becomes a sex toy, and I prefer to experience the classic posture of queening, where he leans back on a special stool with shorter than usual legs and a padded ramp leading from the floor to the seat.  It’s the perfect height for Me to sit, knees spread and at a 90 degree angle, directly over My sex toy’s face.

I lean on the chair back with one elbow, and reach down to keep a firm grip on the lock of hair at the front of his head, enabling Me to direct the angle of it in what ever way suits Me as I grind furiously back and forth and in circles with My hips.  After a protracted session of such oral Goddess worship, his face, from eyebrows to chin, is often shiny with My nectar.  And if it matters how he feels about that, he says he wouldn’t have it any other way.  He often wears My glaze for the rest of the day.  Isn’t that sweet?

When My Boyfriend returns for the summer, I’m sure our slave’s duties will continue, albeit most often with the added component of creampie cleanup.  But these past weeks since the winter holidays ended and I’ve been going through withdrawal from My Boyfriend’s masterful cock and superior Alpha-infused lovemaking skills, I have relied on and enjoyed the absolute devotion of My slave!