But he was glad that he got it done, and now he had time to enjoy himself. Normally he'd just bum around, but he'd already made plans. Instead of just seeing where he could hang out, he'd gone to a certain place that he'd called ahead to. It wasn't his usual mode of operation, but he was feeling up lately and didn't mind doing something as minor as that.
Which was why he was walking down the street, rolling a key in between his fingers. He didn't need it to get into where he was going, but it would make it easier and represented a tiny part of the way that things were going. Things might have been closing up for the evening, but he was having a nice time for himself.
When he got to his destination, he slipped his key into the lock, unlocked it, and opened the door. Going inside, he mused on the idea of his father knowing that he had his name on the lease of the place and laughed. The old man would have been shocked and that would have been great to see, but he had more than enough reason to keep it under wraps.
So he simply went inside, closed and locked the door behind him, and stepped into the dining area.
"Master!"
Where he found a nude Ukyo waiting for him. The difference that seeing her in her school clothes and now couldn't be greater. He did have to wonder how she bore binding her breasts, as he knew that it wasn't a picnic to do that. But she looked very happy at the moment, and had stopped in the middle of cleaning a table when he came in.
The pigtailed boy smiled at her and glanced around. "Hi Ucchan. Konatsu not around?"
"Nah," she replied with a shrug that set her chest bouncing nicely, "I gave him the night off. He's out visiting his step mother and sisters."
"He is? Why?"
"Who knows? But it does give us some free time for whatever you want to do."
Her words drew a slow smirk to his face. "Ya got that right."
"So," the chef asked, pressing her breasts together as she posed for him, "what would you like to do first?"
"I want ta... have a meal of sorts."
"Eh?"
"It's real simple. I wanna eat somethin' that you have."
"Uh... Okay. Let me just get some ingredients together..."
He reached out and grabbed her wrist before she could walk off. "That ain't what I mean."
"Then what do you?"
"This," he said, and maneuvered her into laying across one of the tables. When she was flat on her back, he put his bags down, and leaned over her. Starting at her neck, he began to lick her body running trails down her skin, and making the silky flesh tremble. At her breasts, he ran his tounge up to one budding peak and swirled the tip around it. After it was nice and wet, he drew it into his mouth and sucked on it, making her back arch, though the hand keeping her down also stopped her from doing anything but react. Then he trailed to its mate and began the delightfully slow exercise all over again.
With her jaw trembling, she watched her Owner leave the points of her chest, and nuzzle along her belly. She sighed in pleasure as he pressed his cheek into the smooth skin of her abdomen in a soft glide. But her eyes shot open as he darted the end of his tounge into her belly button, and rolled inside of it.
That proved to have the power to drive her crazy, but it wasn't until he knelt between her spread legs that she understood what he had meant completely. "Now it's time ta eat."
She could only nod as, framed by the valley of her cleaveage, he began to lick and nibble at her her most intimate parts. It was sweet torture to have her Master doing this to her, and she could only hold on as he put his entire mouth into playing with her already slick slit. Even while she had been imagining all the delights that he could do with her, she just hadn't imagined this. Still, she let him keep on going, never trying to do anything but enjoy what he was doing with her body.
It wasn't like she could do much though. It made her kick, press her legs around him, and grab the chair backs that were in arm's reach. The waves of sensation that his mouth worked into her made her shudder with all sorts of feeling, especially after he reached up and grasped her breasts to play with them as well.
By the time he moved away from her groin, she was a haggard mess, limp with pleasure, but somehow knowing that there was something more. That was confirmed as he took hold of her body and flipped her so that she was laying on her belly. The relative cool of the wood was a shock to her front, and her breasts pressing into the surface of it.
However, her focus was on what her Master was doing to her. He moved her hair out of the way, and traced a line with one finger from the base of her neck, down her spine, in between her butt cheeks and to her slit. When he got to her most secret spot, he slid the finger into her and chuckled as he felt the muscles clench around it. With his other hand, he pulled out one of her throwing spatulas out of his pocket, and ran the flat end of it down the trail that he had just run. Then twirling it around, he slid the handle of it into her puckered anus. The sudden intrusion of cold metal there made her gasp, but he left it there with a pat on her rear.
She was so focused on the odd way that the intruding instrument made heat spread through her body that she nearly missed the sound of clothing rustling. But she could never miss the sensation of feeling a hardened organ being run along the length of her slit. He slid himself into her and she threw her head back with a groan of delight. Her jaw shook as all the passion that she was feeling tried to escape her verbally while her Master began to pump into her body.
It began a whole new run of pleasure, this one more intense than before. She could fell her breasts roll against the hard surface of the table as something equally hard pounded into her tight slit. He pistoned into her, with their cries of need and pleasure echoing off of the walls.
Release came hard for them both, each not aware quite when the other managed it, but knowing that it was a wonderful thing indeed. Ranma sighed and enjoyed what the coupling had brought. His slave on the other hand was slumped over the table, insensible due the echoes of pleasure that were still in her system.
"Ya know something," the pigtailed boy said as he leaned his forearms onto her supple back, "Ya were pretty good there. Pretty good."
Though she would have denied that, and said that it was all his work, she couldn't help but lay there and simply enjoy the aftermath of what they had done. Not even his weight on her did not feel that uncomfortable, and so they just stayed where they were, and basked in the afterglow while:
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