12 April 2012

Coffee with milk

She never prepared him coffee in the morning.

In fact, it was always him that made sure there was coffee ready each morning, a glass of fresh juice, all ready in place just for a quick drink before she headed out of the door.

This morning was no different, in terms of the mad rush that was the start to the working day.

Except it was different.

She had prepared breakfast.  He saw it laid out on the table where normally her coffee and juice would have been lovingly placed.  He knew she was up to something.  And yet, wasn't quite sure what.

She poured him a coffee as he sat at the table, leaning forward, kissing him deeply.  Her hand working its way into his hair pulling him closer, allowing her to kiss him harder.  He had an appointment and knew that he was going to be late, and yet, he could sense that she didn't care about that.

He knew exactly what was on her mind as she lowered herself into his lap, rubbing her naked sex up his leg, he could feel her arousal, a trail of wetness being left on his leg.  His cock began to harden, and she sensed this, moving herself quickly and deftly as she lowered herself down on top of him and as she kissed him deeper she began to slowly ride his cock.

She rode him harder, her muscles gripping him intensely.  Harder and faster she moved up and down the length of him, gripping his hair, kissing him, biting him, whispering things into his ear.

She asked him if he wanted milk in his coffee.  He struggled to answer between the kisses and the desperation he had not to come inside her.

And yet, he knew that she would know exactly when he was about to reach orgasm, after all, she had learned to read his body, his reactions. She played him well, exactly how she wanted, when she wanted.  And he was fast realising that this time was no different.

She raised herself off of his cock, almost until he came out of her, then pushing herself down its full length, her muscles tightening around him.  He knew it wouldn't be long until he would come.

On the next time she raised herself off from him, she stepped aside pulling him to his feet by his cock, masturbating him hard and fast she pulled his cup of coffee closer, and ordered him to "come now".

As he did so, he ejaculated into his own cup of coffee, the spurts of hot semen floating around on the dark hot liquid that she had poured only moments before.

She leant forward, picking up a spoon, stirring the coffee for him.

She sat down with her own freshly poured cup of coffee, watching him, smiling at him.  Watching as the realisation dawned on his face of what she was doing.  His body and mind recovering from the intensity of an unexpected orgasm. 

"There you go my darling boy, coffee with milk.  Now drink.  We wouldn't want you to be late would we?"



  1. Dear Kat,

    How wonderful to see the deliciousness of your inner sadist and it is in posts such as these that I find an understanding of what you say that sadism isn't all about inflicting high levels of pain and that a sadistic need can be met in various ways.


    As always, A x

  2. Deliciously wicked! I LOVE it!

  3. this really yanks at the heartstrings for me. the girlfriend that introduced me to the D/s lifestyle many years ago, several times a week would demand fresh cream for her coffee.

  4. "Cream in your coffee?"

    "Not recently."