always remain loyal
There she layed. The girl of his dreams. On that warm night,
on a towel, in front of the ocean. The moon seemed to make
her glow with the light of an angel. Her white skin glowing
softly and her long brown hair blowing softly in the wind.
He walked towards his mistress. The one who held the irreplacable
pain and pleasure he longed.
His mistress didn't acknowledge his presence at first,
so he approached slowly and stalkingly. Her shapely body
lay completely still. It seemed she wasn't even breathing,
until she whistled. He snapped up straight, head down,
hands at his sides, feet together and eyes closed.
Grabbing a small leather band and approaching her faithful
servant, she dragged the band across his chest, then snapped
him ever so slightly. The small move made chills of excitement
spread throughout his hard, muscled body. Of course, Mistress
kept him in shape. He had to please her, it was his duty, and
he must fulfill everything she said. He was a loyal servant,
he would never betray his mistress.
Mistress slowly lifted his chin up and he opened his eyes,
staring into the cold, yet somehow welcoming, ice blue
eyes she had. She went up on her tippy- toes and kissed his
soft cheek. She trailed kisses down to his neck and twirled
hot, tight circles. She began caressing his lower back
and suddenly, she whipped his hot ass. He squealed in delight
and suprise. Suddenly, the welcoming ice eyes were searching
his for signs of joy or hurt. Of course, he had been trained
to show no emotions through his eyes.
She grabbed onto his nipples and twisted hard. A small gasp
escaped his lips and she pulled hard. Pushing him backwards
finally and releasing him. She turned her back and walked
back to her towel. She whistled and put him in his place yet
again. He was hoping that the excitement of the night was
just beginning. Because, many times before she had left
him hard and alone to jack off.
She grabbed a bottle of lotion and ordered him to rub her
down. "Yes, Mistress."
He squirted a bit of the Strawberry Lotion into the palm
of his hand and began by rubbing her back. Her dark hair thrown
to the side and her bathing suit back untied. Slowly, he
massaged the good smelling lotion into back. Finally going
lower, she ordered him to remove her bottoms and massage
her hot ass. He did as she wished, just stating, "Yes,
Mistress."
He began kneeding the lotion into her ass, grabbing and
massaging her roughly, as that was the way she liked it.
She moaned as he worked his way down her thighs. Down and
down he went, mumbling about how hot his mistress was. How
bad he wanted to please his mistress. Repeating his phrases
and every once in a while, creating a new one.
Once her whole body was rubbed down in lotion, she tugged
him down ontop of her and kissed him deeply, before biting
down hard on his tounge, drawing a bit of blood, then sucking
on his wounded tounge. He sat there, eyes closed, as in a
dream like state. She continued by sucking on his tounge
and placing his hands on her ass. "Rub me, "
she commanded.
He began caressing her. Touching her virgin asshole every
now and then. (Mistress had confided in him that she had
never let a man fuck her ass. Or a women with a dildo.) She
stifled her moans of pleasure as he touched her.
He moved his hands forward more, onto her moist pussy and
looked at her with begging eyes. "You may proceed, "
Mistress said and moaned as he rubbed her warm clit.
"Mistress, you are so warm and wet, may I eat you?"
he asked, simple agony in his voice from the restraint of
diving straight down to her wet clit. To suckle on it, licked
it, stick his tounge inside of her.
She nodded and closed her eyes. Standing on her knees, her
legs spread open, he placed his head between her legs. Mistress
started to use her flexabilty and did the splits on his face.
He tounge stuck straight up into her pussy hole and magically,
he managed to bite down softly on her clit. She moaned and
her juices squirted down onto his face. He forced his face
up at her pussy as his finger found its way to her tight ass
hole. He managed to stick it in her up to the first joint and
she squirmed around for a while, then moaned and released
a high pitched squeal from the pleasure. He curled his finger
into the motion of 'Come here' she often gave him,
when she was feeling quite restless.
He left a warm hand clasp around his rock hard cock. He moaned
up into Mistress's pussy and jerked his hips upward.
He received punishment for acting so soon as she grabbed
his sack and twisted one way. He squealed in pain as jolts
of hot pain shot throughout his body.
He sat quietly for a moment, licking out Mistress, before
she began to massage the pain out, that she had caused. Mistress
grasped his long cock with her long fingers and began to
jack him off. She moaned as he came quickly, the cum spilling
out of the head of his cock and running down onto her fingers.
She gently released his cock and snapped it once with the
whip, most likely for cumming to quickly. She licked her
fingers and stood up. She hadn't cum yet, not on his
face, she never did, but she was so wet, that the juices immediately
started streaming down her thighs. She glanced down at
her faithful servant and saw his face wet with her juices.
The whip she held lashed out against his chest and left large
red welts. She instantly swept down and kissed them. She
sat on his chest, just near his chin and dragged her wet pussy
down his chest to his lower stomach, her ass touching his
again erect cock. A long stream of juices was smeared down
his chest and belly. She began to massage the juices into
him, pressing hard on his welts.
Mistress raised her ass a little then slowly lowered herself
to the level of his cock. She rubbed the head against the
inside on her pussy lips, not yet entering her. She teased
him as well as herself by slowly pushing her pussy hole down
onto his head then pulling back up.
He moans out, "Mistress, please stop this torture.
It hurts you as much as it hurts me."
She nodded and finally lowered herself all the way down
onto him. She pushed hard, so he entered her fully then began
to move up and down swiftly. He felt himself about to cum,
but held it in to please his Mistress. Make her cum first,
he thought to himself.
He thrust himself up into her. Harder and harder, once accidently
slapping his balls hard against the soft sand. He reached
up to rub her soft clit. Actually, it had swelled. She was
horny as hell. He could tell by the way she reached around
to cup his balls in her hands.
He felt her squeezing his hard cock with her pussy muscles,
signalling she was about to cum. She forced herself down
onto him a couple more times before a big orgasm shook her
body. He came in her a few seconds afterwards. She pulled
out of him and fell asleep on the towel.
He picked up his Mistress and carried her up to the near by
house and put her into her bed. He went to his own room, but
was unable to fall asleep that night, because he realized
how much Mistress meant to him. He could not live without
her. Thats why he would always remain loyal.
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