called a dress. I think it is more a Satan’s tool, designed to send a man into madness, but whatever it is called, get it off now.”
“Yes,” she agreed, reaching for the fastenings.
“Call me master,” he instructed. “Let me hear it. I want to know I have a humble and compliant sex slave.”
Sex slave? Not subservient by nature, Lara hesitated, her dress already to her waist. However, the promise in his tall, muscled body was not something she could ignore and the impressive bulge between his legs sent a shiver of memory down her spine. “Yes, Master,” she said meekly, letting her dress slide to the floor.
“I suppose,” he sounded theatrically bored, despite his obvious arousal, “you want me to fuck you again, Countess?”
“Yes.” As she stood there nude, the word was nothing but an exhale. She did. Very much.
“Yes…what?” There was delicate warning in the question.
“Yes, Master.”
“What if I wanted something from you first? I think my cock is hungry for your pretty mouth.” His long fingers went to his trousers and he unfastened them slowly, letting his erection spring free, the tip slick already with drops of semen. “Come here and suck this,” he said softly. “On your knees now, and show me how talented your tongue is. If you please me, I will put this,” he said as he stroked himself lightly, running his fingers from testicles to the seeping tip and back down, “inside you.”
A flame seemed to have ignited inside her. Dropping to her knees as requested, Lara inhaled his musky male scent and his penis jutted forth in stark carnal offering. She touched it, grasping the thick shaft,
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watching in fascination as more fluid seeped from the hole in the distended tip.
Tentatively, she licked the very top, amazed when the organ jerked in her hand. His fingers slid into her hair.
“Suck me,” Anton instructed, the timbre of his voice lowered audibly. Then he said huskily, “Good God, have you any idea what it is like to see you on your knees and your mouth so close?”
She had some idea, since she sensed his tension, both in the way he held her head and in the pulse of his manhood under her fingers.
Emboldened, she took the very tip into her mouth, and then slid down as far as possible.
The usually formidably, self-possessed comte gasped in a hiss of sound.
Smiling inwardly, Lara began to suck carefully, rubbing him with her tongue, running it up and down the hard, silky length in her mouth, unskilled but not ineffective, for he cursed after just a few moments and his fingers clenched against her scalp. She tasted the salty weep of semen in the back of her throat.
Moving up and down, she learned the length and texture of his erect sex, swirling over the bulging crest, sliding down until she nearly choked.
Raspy breathing filled the air. All at once, he groaned, his hands slipping to her cheeks as he said hoarsely, “That damned dress, I was too close already…stop or I’ll come in your mouth.”
Not certain she wished to stop, triumphant that she finally had him in a situation where he quivered and shook in an open loss of control, she ignored the tug on her hair and continued, sucking harder, wondering if it was anything like what she experienced when he put his mouth between her legs.
“Lara…I mean it, Jesus…I don’t think I can stop…even now…oh, diable, it is too late…”
She felt it with an inner amazement, the sudden fierce rush of sperm into her mouth, making her almost choke, his long-fingered
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hands cradling her head as he groaned his orgasmic release. It was all she could do to swallow the thick substance, but it wasn’t unpleasant, just too much at once. Leaning back on her heels, she freed his halfrigid erection, licking her lips to catch the droplets that had escaped.
In front of her, Anton stood with his breeches open, his eyes darkened, his face flushed. Without warning, he scooped her up suddenly in his
“Yes,” she agreed, reaching for the fastenings.
“Call me master,” he instructed. “Let me hear it. I want to know I have a humble and compliant sex slave.”
Sex slave? Not subservient by nature, Lara hesitated, her dress already to her waist. However, the promise in his tall, muscled body was not something she could ignore and the impressive bulge between his legs sent a shiver of memory down her spine. “Yes, Master,” she said meekly, letting her dress slide to the floor.
“I suppose,” he sounded theatrically bored, despite his obvious arousal, “you want me to fuck you again, Countess?”
“Yes.” As she stood there nude, the word was nothing but an exhale. She did. Very much.
“Yes…what?” There was delicate warning in the question.
“Yes, Master.”
“What if I wanted something from you first? I think my cock is hungry for your pretty mouth.” His long fingers went to his trousers and he unfastened them slowly, letting his erection spring free, the tip slick already with drops of semen. “Come here and suck this,” he said softly. “On your knees now, and show me how talented your tongue is. If you please me, I will put this,” he said as he stroked himself lightly, running his fingers from testicles to the seeping tip and back down, “inside you.”
A flame seemed to have ignited inside her. Dropping to her knees as requested, Lara inhaled his musky male scent and his penis jutted forth in stark carnal offering. She touched it, grasping the thick shaft,
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watching in fascination as more fluid seeped from the hole in the distended tip.
Tentatively, she licked the very top, amazed when the organ jerked in her hand. His fingers slid into her hair.
“Suck me,” Anton instructed, the timbre of his voice lowered audibly. Then he said huskily, “Good God, have you any idea what it is like to see you on your knees and your mouth so close?”
She had some idea, since she sensed his tension, both in the way he held her head and in the pulse of his manhood under her fingers.
Emboldened, she took the very tip into her mouth, and then slid down as far as possible.
The usually formidably, self-possessed comte gasped in a hiss of sound.
Smiling inwardly, Lara began to suck carefully, rubbing him with her tongue, running it up and down the hard, silky length in her mouth, unskilled but not ineffective, for he cursed after just a few moments and his fingers clenched against her scalp. She tasted the salty weep of semen in the back of her throat.
Moving up and down, she learned the length and texture of his erect sex, swirling over the bulging crest, sliding down until she nearly choked.
Raspy breathing filled the air. All at once, he groaned, his hands slipping to her cheeks as he said hoarsely, “That damned dress, I was too close already…stop or I’ll come in your mouth.”
Not certain she wished to stop, triumphant that she finally had him in a situation where he quivered and shook in an open loss of control, she ignored the tug on her hair and continued, sucking harder, wondering if it was anything like what she experienced when he put his mouth between her legs.
“Lara…I mean it, Jesus…I don’t think I can stop…even now…oh, diable, it is too late…”
She felt it with an inner amazement, the sudden fierce rush of sperm into her mouth, making her almost choke, his long-fingered
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hands cradling her head as he groaned his orgasmic release. It was all she could do to swallow the thick substance, but it wasn’t unpleasant, just too much at once. Leaning back on her heels, she freed his halfrigid erection, licking her lips to catch the droplets that had escaped.
In front of her, Anton stood with his breeches open, his eyes darkened, his face flushed. Without warning, he scooped her up suddenly in his
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