"Mistress!" He had found her. He had not heard from her in the fortnight since that unexpected encounter. They had met in a dark alley in between Road and Faith street. Once he had recovered from their embrace, he had been a wreck - not sure quite why, but a wreck.

Julie hardly acknowledged him but flung herself belly-first on the ground and remarked in the most casual fashion: "No need for your desperate antics, my little pet. Mistress is feeling too lazy to discipline you as she should right now. You may come over here and give mistress a little kiss."

He should be flush with success, but he had found he couldn't truly enjoy any of the adoring little pecks he then tried to place on her exquisite spine; dry-lipped, faltering kisses - and just three of them - that begged to surpass the fabric of her shirt. Instead, he was merely filled with a ceaseless, restless anxiety. He felt his pants sticking unhappily to his crotch, just like that day, the day he had met Julie for the first time. 

“I want you so much, mistress” Nic whispered, having scampered down to where she lay. He lingered by the curve of her bottom where it rose off the floor. How would she take that? Damn. She snapped her knees together impatiently, and he regretted it.

Time snaked along. As all Julie was giving was a tortuous silence, Nic ventured at last to run one finger along her neck, and to his delight, his mistress shivered. The deliciousness and the power of her flesh suddenly exploded through Nic's warm hands and fingernails - an overload of consciousness that made him retreat whimpering back to a more distant squatting position.

He considered breaking character. “Do you have any idea how much I want you, Julie?” he wanted to say. But he hesitated. And at last, Julie rose up like a cobra from the desert, and struck. "Fucking slut." Oh yes oh yes. The nape of his neck was in her fist. As she pulled him closer, his lips opened like a flower beneath her. 

A smile played across her lips as, slowly, she began to move her hand lower, towards his thighs. Irrepressibly, each and every cell in his body had caught fire, and burned with need.

“I don't think you need this dress anymore. I am sure it will look better on the floor,” Julie said. She moved one strap off his shoulder and - pleasingly - the other fell off by itself, leaving Nic bared to the slow tease of Julie's index finger. Her every touch was a dizzying new pleasure. Finally she tapped neatly on the straining cock: three times, to signal that it had reached adequate hardness for the purposes of the mistress.

Her hand slid over his chest and planted itself like an iron pinion there. He was now on the ground between her knees. "Thank you mistress, oh, thank you," he babbled - his voice felt constricted but his cock was going crazy as though it could smell the cunt that was hovering less than an inch away.

"You're being rather presumptuous, aren't you?" Julie snapped, and slapped her slut twice across the face, before adding another for good measure at the sight of Nic's shining, gratified eyes. "Yes mistress, sorry mistress." 

Julie shifted and planted her cunt squarely over Nic's nose and lips. She waited for a moment to make sure she could feel complete submission from the head she was suffocating; and then began to grind herself, clit first, down and around and especially against the hard surfaces she could find - she imagined it was teeth and jaw - growing close to orgasmic zones of sensation almost disappointingly fast.

She felt waves of tenderness all over, onslaughts of heat at her heels and cheeks, and that ineffable throbbing that comes from far away, spiritually, first as a ghost, or an approaching train - and arrives finally as a blast of the Real, a series of contractions of blood, lymph and muscle.

She decided to be generous this time. What a delightful willing pet he was, after all. And how much love there was binding Julie to Nic, and Nic to Julie.

She reversed, and thrust herself down and around and in and together and onto. Him. Wet eye to wet eye, sweaty nose to nose, breath to breath, back, forth, back. "I love you, baby," she said. "I love you, Mummy." "Good boy." 

How glorious to come together, sometimes.