Home is where the heart is

Ooh-hoo! Bath time! Bath time with Vlad always means something special. I fairly flew to the bathroom adjoining his bedroom. It was huge tub, about half the size of a kiddie pool. The bathroom was in a green and red theme with lots of artificial flowers about, giving one the sensation of being in a forest. I ran the water and added some lavender scented oil. There are three different oils for the bath: lavender for me, rose for Chris and cherry blossom for Sadako.

I had just finished running the water when I felt strong, warm arms come around my midsection and hold me close, as well as a soft kiss planted on the back of my neck, wishing to high Heaven I could purr.

Vlad stroked my chest and abdomen fondly and spoke quietly in his velvety accent. “You’ve done well, tonight. Christine often places herself as head of the three of you; it’s about time one of you taught her otherwise. Now, time to bathe.”
He held my hand firmly as we stepped in. It was four feet deep in the middle, but there were shallow places closer to the edge, and we sat down there.

Vlad immediately took the purple body sponge and poured a small amount of body wash onto it. He gave me a small kiss before beginning to scrub, starting at my neck and working down my shoulders onward. After working on my chest he gave me another kiss, somewhat deeper this time. “Stand up.”

We both stood and I relished in the sight of the water dripping down his muscular abdomen and working its way down into his dark pubic hair and off the end of his already erect penis. I shuddered visibly and Vlad took my face by the chin, forcing me to look him in the eye, his shoulder-length black hair forming almost a hood around his head, a smile on his face.

“It’s considered by many a rudeness to stare. I rather think that if you are staring, it means it gives you pleasure to do so, no?” I nodded, not trusting my voice.
Vlad smiled more broadly and resumed scrubbing me, down my abdomen (which had the beginning of muscle firming, but not enough for my tastes) and then, as though ignoring the fact that I was erect, calmly scrubbed my penis and ballsac, forcing me to gasp. Vlad only grinned.

He turned me around and scrubbed my back in a way that was like receiving a massage and I moaned softly. I enjoyed bath time almost more than the sex because it was something even more personal. It was something that Vlad took care to draw out and make memorable.
I had closed my eyes enjoying the feel of the massage when I had to pop them open again as Vlad not only scrubbed my buttocks but used a lathered hand to go in-between them and teasingly played at my entrance. Afterward he had me sit down again facing him and he took my right leg out of the water to lay it on his lap as he scrubbed it, then gave my left leg the same treatment, taking very special attention to my feet. He knows the way to scrub the underneath just right that, instead of tickling, it feels wonderful. I was surprised when he took the small plastic bucket and poured a bunch of water on my head.
“Now, for your hair.” He took the Head & Shoulders (not that I ever had dandruff, but I suppose it’s good to be preventive) and poured a small amount onto his hand. Knowing the routine by now, I turned around and eased myself in-between his legs as he set to washing my hair. I could feel his hardness pressed up against the small of my back and this excited me. Would he let me suck him tonight?

I had to hold my breath quickly when he pushed me toward the deep middle, dunking my head down. He let me back up and take a better breath before forcing me back down again. He liked surprising me.

After several seconds while I felt his hands work on my scalp to remove all the lather he pulled me up to the side with him. After I had found my normal breathing pattern again he pulled me into a warm, secure embrace and suckled gently at my earlobe, working his way down my neck. I shuddered pleasurably and whimpered as he moved past my collarbone and down to my chest. He flicked his tongue over my right nipple and I held onto him more firmly.

He suckled for a bit before moving to the left one and doing the same. I cried out in surprise when he grasped my hardness underwater. “I think you’re clean enough now. Let’s dry off and get to bed, shall we?” The answer came out a little shaky. “Yes.”

He dove underwater and swam out to the middle where the plug was, then pulled. We climbed out of the tub and he handed me one of the white, fluffy towels before taking one of his own to dry himself. After we had gotten perfectly dry (except for my hair and his, which was all mussed up from rubbing at it), he pulled me into an embrace and guided me to straddle my legs on his hips and he carried me that way to the bedroom, my hardness pressing against his belly, and I could feel his tap against my buttocks as he walked. His arms held me firmly against him and he kissed me as he walked.
When at last we arrived at his bed, he let me down and I lay back in wait as he placed himself over me and started kissing me, more passionately now, and with a hunger I’d never seen him use on Sadako or Christine.

At length he leaned back, kneeling and straddling me. “I hunger for your kisses, Mark.” He said with bated breath.

I sat up and kissed him, softly nibbling at his lower lip. He liked it when I used my teeth; I liked it when he did the same. I already had a couple of love bites on my left shoulder, one on my right, and one on my left side. I had never bitten him, but only because he never said if he wanted me to. But I made sure he felt my teeth aplenty.

I licked and kissed and nibbled my way down his pecks, then down his treasure trail. As I made my way past his belly button, he lay back and I followed as I found his length. It already had a few drops of pre-cum and I licked it eagerly, savouring the salty taste of it. When at last I took his length into my mouth, I could hear him groan happily. He put his hands on my head and ran his fingers through my damp, mussed hair. As I sucked him I used one of my hands to massage his ballsac and occasionally licked it, as well.

His breathing was becoming more shallow and rushed and I could feel him getting close. I redoubled my efforts, wrapping tongue around, occasionally pulling out enough to put the tip of my tongue in his slit. When he came at long last, I welcomed the salty, silvery fluid which was his essence and swallowed it. He was thrusting forward slightly and I pumped him until nothing came out anymore, then I swallowed as much as I could that was still in my mouth. He sat up and pulled me to him in a tight, warm embrace and kissed me repeatedly.

“Now it’s your turn, and I have something special planned for you.” He guided me to lie back on the pillows and kissed me in a long, fervent battle of the tongues before tying my wrists back with the same leather clasps he had used on Christine. He gave me one last kiss before placing his face between my legs. When I felt his wet heat envelop me, I gasped aloud and squirmed against the bonds. He was skilled at this and would even deep throat me once in a while during the process. I came with a sobbing cry and felt myself emptied into Vlad’s mouth.

I expected that to be it for the blow-jobs, but found I was wrong. He was still sucking on me until I grew hard again, then came once more. He kept this up for over and hour and I must have come at least seven times. He continued till I was hard once more, then undid the clasps and threw them aside. I saw that he was hard again and he took out the tube of lubricant, which had been quickly stashed under his pillow earlier. I stretched myself for him, and put some of the lube on his index finger before beginning to play at my entrance. He rubbed over it several times before beginning to penetrate me. My breathing became laboured as he frigged me with the one finger, going deeper and deeper all the time. Eventually he inserted a second finger and continued with the gentle frigging, watching my expression all the time.

Finally he withdrew his fingers and slicked up his cock. He placed himself at my entrance and held onto my hips as he slid himself inside slowly. I pushed myself forward but then he pulled back. “Slowly, Mark. The speed comes later.” He continued pushing himself slowly, oh so slowly, I thought I would go crazy. When at last I felt him pushed firmly up against me, I sighed shakily.

He pulled out again, almost to the tip, then shoved inside me more quickly this time, making me gasp. He started fucking me slowly at first, then started to pick up speed. I brought myself up against him so that I was almost sitting atop him as he held me and kept fucking deep into me. I was wailing and had my arms around his shoulders as he increased the strength and speed of his thrusts, his animal-like groans driving me wild. I was bouncing slightly, my ass slapping against his thighs.

His mouth was right next to my ear and he whispered “Touch yourself for me, Mark.” I pulled myself back just enough that he could see as I pumped myself. It didn’t last long, though, as he used his hand to replace my own. I could feel him hitting my sweet spot and was wailing more loudly when at last I cried out, my juices spurting all over both our bellies and Vlad’s hand. He had us fall backwards and kept ramming into me. I could feel my muscles squeeze against his cock until he let it all out with a roar and rammed harder than ever, letting it all out in my ass.

He collapsed against me, both of us breathing heavy. He reached behind and pulled a blanket over us and turned over so that I could lay my head on his chest. He held me snugly against him, and I stretched an arm over his chest. He kissed the top of my head and we fell asleep: sated, spent, happy.