--A slave and her mistress share a 'tasteful' moment.--

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	"Come here, Meeka, sit." The young female tigress purred, patting to 
the space next to her on that soft leather couch.
	Meeka, the squirrel slave, smiled at her mistress, bowing deeply 
before seating herself beside her mistress. "Yes, Kiala... My lady."
	Kiala, the tigress, smiled and ran her hands down her legs, those 
slender, orange legs... striped with long broad lines of black. She was wearing 
a pair of 
blue shorts and a yellow tee-shirt, which fit loosely over her adequatley thin 
figure.
	Meeka was of great beauty, to her fellow slaves' dismay. She was 
nude, exept for a thick leather collar she wore around her neck. She sat with 
her fuzzy
 brown tail wrapped around her thigh, staring intently at her mistress, awaiting 
further commands.
	Kiala smiled and continued to purr. "Are you hungry, my dear?"
	Meeka nodded. "Yes, My lady..." She was curious of what Kiala had in 
store for her.
	The tigress smiled and shifted her shoulders so her loose shirt would 
slide to her elbows. The squirrel slave smiled down at the large and round 
breasts, 
which were slightly lighter in color than the rest of her body.
	"Do you wish a snack?" Kiara purred and touched Meeka's cheek with 
her hand.
	Meeka closed her eyes at the comforting touch of her mistress. "Yes, 
My lady."
	The tigress smiled at Meeka before quickly bending her neck downward 
and pulling down her shorts to her knees. The slave's eyes lit up, resting apon 
the
 beautiful sex of her mistress.
	Kiara noticed Meeka's eyes apon her. She smiled and kicked her shorts 
off, leaning back slightly. "You like what you see?"
	Meeka licked her top lip in arousal. "Yes, I do, My lady."
	The tigress smirked and turned her head to a side, looking down at 
the table beside the couch. She reached over and picked up a small can of 
whipped cream.
	"Are you still hungry, sweetheart?"
	The squirrel grinned as she shifted her legs to stop her juices from 
dripping onto the couch. She nodded and continued to lick her lips, leaning 
forward 
to smile at her mistress.
	Kiara shook the can and flipped off the cap, pressing her claw 
against the small spray-button. The white foam squirted onto her stomach. She 
continued
 to move the can across her body, leaving her breasts, stomach and sex covered 
in the sweet foam.
	"Here, eat this. It's very tatsy..."
	Meeka murred with delight, she slid her body on top of her mistress 
and began to devour the whipped cream.
	Her tounge ran up and down her mistress' stomach, tickling her 
gently. She slowly licked around a breast, working in a circular motion until 
she reached 
that sweet nipple. She teased it, lapping up the cream and gulping it down 
greedily. She slid down and back up in a fluid stroke of her tounge... to the 
other breast.
 She continued licking up the sweet foam.
	Kiara closed her eyes, her muscles relaxing slightly as her slave 
cleaned her stomach with that expert tounge. Meeka smiled as she reached the 
pink sex 
of her mistress.
	The moist sex emitted the scent of arousal, which made Meeka even 
more excited, feeling her own juices dripping down her legs.
	Her tounge lapped around the vulva, swallowing those tasty juices. 
Finally she slipped her tounge inside. It felt fo warm and wet inside of Kiara, 
that for 
one moment she didn't want to continue. But the eager moan of her mistress 
incouraged her.
	She flicked her tounge up and down, playing with the clit, then 
imbedding it inside of her. Kiara produced another groan as more warm juices 
flowed 
around her slave's tounge. Meeka gulped up the tangy fluids and continued to 
drive her tounge deeper into her mistress, untill her whole mouth covered the 
moist
 sex.
	Kiara moaned softly and gently whispered: "Suck..."
	That was all Meeka needed. She closed her eyes and began the breathe 
through her nostrils. She sucked in those juices, swallowing them down and 
flipping her tounge around. Another wave of warm fluids filled her mouth, and 
she continued to suck.
	The tigress exhaled deeply and groaned in pleasure. Meeka purred 
under her intense sucking, vibrating her tounge and causing another wave of 
pleasure
 to fill Kiara's body.
	The slave's own juices was now a small puddle on the floor, it flowed 
down her legs. Kiara could feel Meeka's body tempature rise, so she softly 
whispered, 
"Stop."
	Meeka raised her head and fell to her knees, she looked up at her 
mistress with whip-cream on her face.
	Kiara smiled and leaned forward, licking the cream off of her slave's 
face. "You did very well."
	Meeka closed her eyes and softly kissed her mistress, whispering 
back, "I'm glad you enjoyed that."
	"Now, sit next to me again, it's your turn."

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Soul Furry (C) 1999