How She Draped My Net Around Her Ch. 09

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I woke up when Anita carefully left the bed. I’d had a good night of sleep, and remembered ordering Anita to take care of breakfast for today, so I didn’t move until Anita left the room. Then I rolled to her side, basking in the warmth of her body that she had left in the mattress, and I sank back in a fuzzy sleep.

I woke up again when she carefully opened the door. She sneaked in, and I heard her placing objects on the ground. She left again, to return a minute later. Once more she left and came back, and then I heard the rustle of clothes, followed by a soft thud on the floor.

I kept my eyes closed for a few more minutes, but when the smell of coffee reached my nose, I slowly opened my eyes. Looking straight at Anita, naked, sitting on her knees; head bend to the floor; hands, palms up, on her thighs. I felt a warm glow growing in my chest.

Anita peaked through her eyelids at me and saw me smiling. “May I serve you, Sir?”

“Yes please; it all looks delicious!” Anita giggled shyly – the double message not going unnoticed…

“Would you like your coffee first, or would you like to start with your croissants?”

“First I need to visit the toilet but then I’d like to start with a croissant.” I stepped out of bed and walked to the bathroom – conscious of Anita’s eyes on my naked body. It made me feel a bit insecure – I loved watching Anita’s body, but what did I have to offer in return?… Nevertheless, I intended to be open to her, and showing my body was part of that…

I stepped back in bed, and Anita stood ready to place the pillow in my back for support. Then she handed me my plate, and sank back on her knees on the ground.

“Could you please join me?” I asked, “I don’t feel comfortable, eating alone, while you sit watching me like that.”

Anita rose and stepped in bed next to me. “Thank you Sir!”

To me, it didn’t feel good, this obsequious behavior, but this was clearly wat Anita had on her mind, so for now I let it be. Maybe something to talk about on another occasion but I didn’t want it to stand in our way for this weekend.

“Please, eat!” and Anita took her plate and started eating herself.

We didn’t say much – my brain wasn’t at full speed yet and Anita seemed fine with that – and Anita kept a waking eye on what I did. The croissants were fresh from the oven – one with brie and one with strawberry jam – and tasted delicious. When I was almost done, Anita left the bed and positioned herself next to my side; ready to receive my plate after I was done.

“Coffee Sir? Or orange juice? Or would you like your boiled egg first?”

“Coffee would be nice, thank you!”

After she gave me my coffee, she again waited my orders, and only got back in bed after I told her so. “Could you finish your croissants first?” – she hadn’t finished them; left them in order to serve me.

“Thank you Sir!”

I slowly drank my coffee, giving Anita ample time to finish her bread and her tea as well. I shielded the content of my cup from Anita, so she wasn’t aware how much was left, and passed the empty cup when I was done. She didn’t say anything, but demonstratively stepped out of the bed before she put it on the ground. Then she moved to my side and went on her knees again.

“What pleases you now, Sir? Would you like your egg, your orange juice, or would you like something else?”

I guess that was meant to show me she was determined to stay in her role – she wouldn’t let me take it easy on her. Okay then – yesterday was my day, and today will be yours…

“Give me my juice, and in the mean time you can peel off my egg.”

“Thank you, Sir!” Quickly she peeled off the egg and handed it over to me.

“Did you bring the salt?”

“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir! I’ll get it right away, with your permission!”

“Yes please.”

Anita quickly moved to the door, but then stopped. “Do I have your permission to cover my body when I go downstairs?” she asked humbly.

“Please! Yes!” I laughed. “Otherwise, if they see you, we’ll have the neighbors watching us permanently!”

Anita rushed to get the salt, quickly took off the shirt before she entered the bedroom, and then slowly approached my side of the bed again. First she sank on her knees, and then offered me the salt with both stretched arms.

“Thank you Anita!” I put some salt on the egg and then returned it. “Would you also like to eat an egg?”

“No Sir, but thank you for offering.”

“Would you like some orange juice then?”

“No Sir. Thank you Sir. Please forgive me my impertinence, but perhaps I could please you now?”

“How would you like to please me?”

“I am sorry for asking – I know I’m not worthy asking you this favor, Sir, but it would make me very happy if I would be allowed to please you with my mouth, while you are finishing your breakfast.”

I rolled my eyes – did she really have to act this way… But then… if this is what she wanted… and the prospect of… “It would please me immensely, Anita!” Anita hurried under acıbadem escort bayan the blankets and I quickly had to place the orange juice on the bedside, otherwise it would be spilled…

She first sucked in my dick, perhaps to check if it needed some more encouragement, but my discomfort about her obsequious behavior hadn’t affected my arousal – it was at full strength… Nevertheless, she had no problems taking it in completely; It felt like she hummed on the way down – it vibrated, and then she could even rub my balls with – what was it – her tongue; her lower lip?…

After a little while she pulled her head up again, rubbing the underside of my cock with her tongue on the way out, and even the egg was in danger of soiling the matrass now… How was I supposed to finish my breakfast when she-ohhhhhh…

She made a few long strokes with her tongue along the shaft, then used it to play with my balls – make them roll from side to side – and then she sucked one in her mouth… God… that felt weird… in a good way…

She let my ball go, but then sucked in the other – I quickly shoved the remaining piece of egg in my mouth – I needed my arms for support… Swallowing it down became problematic…

Her tongue moved under my ball for a while, and then she finally also released that one as well. Now she moved to short, soft laps all around my cock, wetting it in the process, and then her mouth engulfed me completely again – she sucked it in, slurping in that process. God, that sounded gross. But…

Again, her lips moved all the way to the base of my shaft – the feeling was ecstatic, especially the last part, when I apparently passed her uvula – and then she started quickly moving up and down, all the way, making me shiver… I couldn’t last for long like this, no matter how much I would like it to be… Fortunately – was that how I felt about it? Fortunately?! – anyway… before I lost it completely, Anita pulled out, and waited a short while; did she have to catch her breath too?

Then she continued by covering my shaft with soft kisses – not a millimeter of skin was left untouched – which still felt hugely erotic, but less demanding; less intense than what she did before. It kept me aroused without the tension of nearly shooting. She even wandered away, kissing the insides of my thighs, and it could even be experienced as… well, kind of… relaxing…

But then she moved back to the subject again – placing a kiss in the middle of its shaft, followed by a long, slow, wet stroke, all the way from my balls to the tip. Then she moved a little closer, slightly raised, and next used her hands on me…

She softly stroked her hands under my balls, carefully rubbed them on the way up, enclosed my dick and then added a bit more pressure, all the way up. Before it arrived at the tip, the other hand started the same procedure.

Initially, the movements where slow, but speeded up after a while, until it almost became unbearable again… Apparently, she had a shortcut to that part of my nerve-system, as again she stopped just in time. She placed her hands on each side of my body again, and softly kissed my chest…

She then used her tongue to play with my left nipple – stroking it and rubbing it, before she covered her lips around it and sucked it in as if I was a woman – flicking her tongue over my nipple. God… that tickled – a weird current sent pulses straight to my groin. After a minute of teasing, she moved to the other nipple – I expected the same treatment; I did not expect that she first softly took the tender flesh between her lip-covered teeth, and put some pressure. After another tormenting minute, also that nipple was finally released, and her mouth proceeded, moving, kissing and nibbling, down towards my dick again.

My whole body tingled in anticipation – so this is what they speak of, when they talk about building up the tension. My god; that felt good… But I would be happy if it would come to an end now…

The kissing and nibbling continued up my shaft again, combined with short, wet laps. As before, Anita made it sound gross but – I couldn’t put it differently – horny as well, and when she finally wrapped her lips around my head, I knew this time it wouldn’t stop before I came.

I laid back, my shoulders on the pillow, straining my legs and my back, bringing my pelvis up. The blankets had long gone, and my hands went through her hair, stroking her, but also enabling me to keep her there if needed. And then, Anita set off; she quickly moved up and down my shaft, her hands squeezing my chest, and I passed the point of no return. “I’m coming” I groaned, my hips bucked, and I felt my load running through my cock, spurting hard into her throat. I would expect that the amount would be limited after coming three times the day before, but not so – apparently I only needed a night to refill – and jet after jet left my body. After the first spurt, Anita had taken me out of her mouth, her skillful bağdat caddesi escort bayan hands finishing the job, and the remaining load hit first her face, and then her upper body and breasts… It’s not only the Internet where these things happen…

Smug, Anita looked up. Her tongue reached for a trace of cum, her finger shoved it in her mouth when her tongue couldn’t reach. The sticky threads were all over her body, and she used her hands to rub them into her skin. She licked her lips, and then moved her mouth back to my cock, licking the remainders of cum away. What does it take to do this for someone –the thrill of sex, the love for that person, both? I couldn’t grasp. Part of me was slightly disgusted but the major part was thrilled.

“Thank you Anita! That was awesome!!”

Anita radiated satisfaction. “Thank you Sir! It is my true pleasure serving you!”

“Come on – let’s take a shower now!” but Anita opposed; “Please Sir; please finish your orange juice first…”

After the shower, I asked for Anita’s desires; “Would you want to pass the whole day being obedient like this, or shall we go out – perhaps to the town – and spend the rest of the day there?”

“As you wish, Sir. I’ll try to behave as you please!” That was all I needed to know.

“Put on your skirt and a t-shirt!” – there was no need to mention that underwear was not expected.

I went down and told Anita to bring the plates and everything to the kitchen.

There was still some coffee left in the pot, and I stopped Anita before she could return upstairs to fetch the remaining tableware. “You want to smoke first? Let’s go outside for a moment and enjoy the nice weather.”

We stood outside, on the terrace, in the morning sun, and I looked at Anita; her beautiful body, her posture, her radiance of calm satisfaction, inhaling the cigarette smoke. “God, you’re beautiful!” I sighed, overwhelmed by emotions.

“You think so?” Anita replied, clearly not believing a word I said.

“I’m convinced!” I answer. “Your body is beautiful, but it is also in the things you do to me! How can I not be enchanted by your presence! Don’t you ever leave me!”

“Let’s talk about that in a couple of months,” Anita replied “when you’ve met the true me!”

“Stop challenging me – just take my compliment as it is! I’m telling you now what I see, and for now, that’s the truth! My opinion next month is for next month, but now you are beautiful, and that’s just a fact!”

“Thank you Sir!”

Anna did the dishes, and I went to the attic to bring down the pillows for the garden set. I also brought out the sunshade and noticed the barbeque in the shed. ‘Plans are made to be changed.’ I thought, and decided that our diner in the restaurant could easily be postponed for another day.

I brought the barbecue grid to the kitchen, for Anita to clean, and left the house for shopping.

I bought fruit – strawberries, a melon, apples, pears, kiwis, bananas and pineapple – for lunch and different types of meat – sausages, hamburgers, shaslick, chicken legs, steak – together with French bread, salads and garlic butter for dinner. And I brought ice cream – I remembered the impressive amount of ice cream Anita took on our first date…

Then I went to the wine shop, asked for advice and bought three bottles of quality wine, recommended with barbeque meat, and finally a bag of charcoal at the petrol station.

When I arrived home, Anita was done doing the dishes, and now she was on her knees, mopping the kitchen floor. I could just resist the temptation of apologizing for walking over the wet floor – by now I knew I wasn’t supposed to apologize for this. I left the food on the kitchen table for Anita to put away. Then, I grabbed my laptop to check for emails.

There was one pressing email, asking for immediate action – one of the students had submitted a paper to a journal, got the comments back, and had finally finished the modifications. It was only two days before the deadline, and apparently no-one else had looked at it before. It wasn’t my student, so I had not been aware of the status and the current time pressure, but apparently her supervisor had not been available… And, as the student was still very unexperienced, it meant the paper most likely wasn’t flawless yet, and perhaps needed quite some work… Damn…

I printed the paper and explained the situation to Anita. She understood, told me she would finish the kitchen and perhaps there were some other tasks she could think of. The garden was tempting, but too distractive, so I settled for the living room.

The paper read very well; good discussion, the literature list seemed appropriate and up to date, but somehow I felt like something was off. I looked in the raw data – I always made sure to get the raw data from the papers I co-authored – and noticed differences between the figures in the paper and the ones I’d made myself in the spreadsheet. Something kozyatağı escort bayan was wrong here…

I started playing with the excel sheet, and soon figured out what was wrong. I got similar results when using a different data column – an incorrect data column – in my equation; most likely an error in copying-pasting cells in the data sheet. Hence, the equation was incorrect; because of this, the data was corrupt, and the whole discussion was based on that. A small mistake; very difficult to recognize and hard to blame a student for – this is where experience comes in.

But a significant part of the discussion was based on this data, and now it had to be completely rewritten – probably with a different outcome as well. For me, this would take days – for a student, weeks… I cursed. How could this have happened – why hadn’t I noticed this in the previous version?

I opened the previous version of the paper for comparison and – right – that one contained the correct figure! So why had she changed it?

I checked, but the comments of the reviewers had been very positive, they only asked some additional data and a bit more caution in the discussion – they wanted more attention for some alternative explanations.

In her rebuttal, the student profoundly apologized for an error in the previous version, which had changed the outcome completely – such an error is always very embarrassing and, when published, worse-case scenario could be an accusation of scientific fraud which could ruin careers… but in our case, there was no error; the error was in the new version!

I quickly replied to the student and her supervisor, explaining my doubts about the corrections and with the attachment of my excel sheet – the relevant columns indicated with color. I advised to forget about the new version and to start once more from the previous version, and provided some suggestions how to deal with the comments. I crossed my fingers, hoping the student didn’t have other plans for the weekend…

Apparently, Anita had kept a close eye on me and probably my composure changed after I’d pressed the ‘Send’ button. As soon as the E-mail was on its way, she called me …

I must have been deeply focused on my work – how could I not have noticed what Anita had been doing… The curtains were closed and Anita lied but-naked on the table, covered in fruit… Her legs, her belly, her breasts – while I looked in her direction, she finished by placing kiwi-slices on her eye-lids… Once more, she looked delicious…

I hurried to the table, took an apple from her mouth, and kissed her lips. “You look good enough to eat!”

Being released from the apple, Anita swallowed, and then replied – “I hope you like what my body has to offer you!”

God! She was so unbelievably sexy – even her swallowing affected me… I quickly thought things over – considered various sides – and decided to put the apple back to where it came from, gagging Anita… She did not resist, and I interpreted her shivering as appreciative…

I didn’t want to look like someone without self-control, even though there was very little control left…, so I started with a piece of apple close to her foot. No cutlery was provided, and since I deemed it disrespectful to eat with my hands, I bent over and took the small pieces with my lips, using my tongue to clean up the juice.

Slowly, piece by piece, alternating between apple, pear and melon, I worked my way up on her body. I could see Anita struggling with the saliva collecting in her throat, swallowing hindered by the apple in her mouth… I had reached her hip by now, and imagined that perhaps a supportive lick on her own forbidden fruit would provide some mental support. Hmmm!… salty spices and sweetness mixed well together!! Anita’s body made an uncontrolled jerk, causing some of the fruit to slide down her body, apparently creating their own sensations on her body. Her muscles contracted, and her swallowing-attempts intensified.

I picked one of the pieces of pineapple that had fallen down on the table, and then followed the sweet track left on Anita’s body with my tongue. Her upper body turned out to be more ticklish than her legs, and she squirmed under my tongue.

I knew the perfect method to cool her down – I went to the kitchen and took the ice cream out of the freezer. Although Anita couldn’t see what I was doing – the kiwi slices still covered her eyes – she certainly had some sense of what was going on. And when I placed the ice-cream box on the table, next to her body, the cold air coming from the package made her skin crawl. The sound of the lid, coming from the box, caused a small shock of her body.

Anita had somehow filled her belly button with juice, which I first carefully licked away, causing her body to squirm once more. Then, I scooped a spoon of ice cream, which I placed back in the now empty little cavity.

The cold lump of ice cream caused Anita to suck in air, making her choke in the collected saliva, which then lead to a fierce coughing fit. The apple flew away and her upper body jumped up – making the fruit fly all over the table – jerking and coughing. The kiwi slices had fallen from her eyelids, but some juice had probably run in her eyes, causing her to blinker violently. I feared she would panic, and pulled her against my chest, hitting her back with one hand, while the other hand was placed on the small of her back.

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