.....Meena, by Raja
The aching in her breasts alerted her that it was almost time for Him to arrive home. Her face, had anyone been there to see that sweet, lovely countenance, lit up, the blue eyes brilliant and soft as she contemplated His imminent arrival.
She had been busy all day, scrubbing and cleaning and cooking up a storm, a delectable feast for His palate. Hurrying now, she gave a quick glance around, nodding unconsciously at the spotless house. The odor of beeswax from polished furniture wafted across the still, cool air of the house, twining with a hint of sweet vanilla in the background from the pure wax candles she loved.
Hurrying to their room, 19 year old vixen Meena shed her workaday clothes as she headed for the luxuriously appointed bathroom. Every time she looked around, she was reminded of His generous heart, His thoughtfulness, and love. Pulling her tee shirt over the silken blond tresses, she shook her head out, a shower of golden sunlight settling around her shoulders and spilling down her back. The fine boned narrow shoulders almost seemed too delicate for the heavy, pale breasts, which stood so proudly on her narrow torso. Translucent skin, networked by a delicate blue tracery of veins, the large areoles, and the swollen engorged rosy nipples were breathtaking. The heavy under hang of her large breasts begged to be cupped and licked, something He did frequently and with great pleasure to both. Meena's waist was narrow and slender, sweeping out to rich hips, a beautiful belly and long, gorgeous legs. Her buttocks, full and heart shaped bore the marks of His love, fading stripes, delicately pink yet obvious on the pale Nordic skin.
Bending, her heavy breasts swinging, Meena started the shower. A twinge in her breasts concerned her for a moment, and cupping one large orb, she squeezed its heavy flesh tentatively. God, she was so ready! Looking down, Meena could see the tiny raised bumps encircling the jutting nipple, each swollen duct full of sweet rich creamy milk. As she squeezed carefully, a droplet of translucent creamy milk squeezed out of one tiny little duct, hanging enticingly at the edge of the crimson bud.
Stepping in, Meena was careful to keep the shower fairly cool and to keep those warm, full breasts away from the direct spray. He would be expecting His little girl to feed her Daddy when He arrived home tired and stressed from a long day's work and the last thing she needed was hot water teasing her swollen breasts into letting down their bounty to useless porcelain.
Efficient, a fluttering in her stomach presaging His arrival, Meena washed with the rich emollient soap He bought her, carefully cupping and rubbing a cloth softly over her heavy breasts and between the long legs. Spreading her thighs, she ran a quick razor over the long, pink slit with its pale pretty lips and deep red gash, ensuring that her entire cunt was smooth and slippery, just as He liked it.
In the adjoining bedroom, the clock radio clicked on, classical music wafting through the steam of the bathroom.
As she stepped out of the glass-enclosed shower staff, Meena paused. Picking up the heavy Egyptian cloth towels He insisted on ("my baby only gets the best next to her pretty skin"), Meena's heart felt as if it would overflow. A soft heart and a naive soul had led her to trust her daddy, full of love and joy only for her daddy.
Then He came.
A big, handsome man, with blue eyes that could soften and make her heart melt, whose big soul knew how to soothe and whose love and sweet concern soothed cracks in her soul she hadn't know existed. Like herself, His earlier years had been hard ones, a bleak existence whose only bright spot was his beloved child.
And as her dearest Raja, her very own Daddy-Dom, enveloped her in his big arms, despite being a grown woman, Meena had felt for the first time, enveloped, protected and adored. Her heart and soul expanded as together they soothed each other's scars and learned to love again. Sometimes, lying wrapped in His arms at night, His quiet breathing in her ear, Meena wondered how two adults who had already lived a lifetime, could have been so lucky as to find their other half. It was as if they had had to suffer the indignities and the agony of their earlier years in order to embrace and appreciate the magnitude of what they now had.
Shaking herself, she stepped into the bedroom, padding to the closet, breasts Bouncing, and the smooth apple cheeked buttocks flexing. He had emailed her earlier, telling her that tonight He wished her naked, shoes and stockings only but her breasts and cunt, His property, free and accessible to His gaze and touch.
Meena...by Raja (Mf) (09k)