she pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, and he groaned
even louder when she engulfed his glans with her wet mouth, sucking
at him as if he were the most delicious of candy. And in a way he
was, his taste clean and masculine , sweetness and salt fusing into a heady,
addictive flavor. She was glad she hadn’t used a condom, though she
should have. What was it with her disregarding the club’s rules all
of a sudden? She’d always been as by-the-book as they came. All
thoughts fled her mind when she licked the drops of pre-cum from
the slit beneath her lips and almost moaned in delight. It would
take every ounce of self-control not to suck him off right now. He
was squirming beneath her, fighting to keep still.
Tara let her tongue glide down
his shaft, trailing the sharp, protruding vein which throbbed
against her lips, and she got him wet, licking and sucking until
his whole cock glistened from her caresses. Aaron cried
out , needy,
desperate.
She grabbed the handle of the butt-plug
and pulled it out an inch only to push it back in, slowly fucking
him with the generously sized device. Her tongue licked over the
tip of his cock that was still oozing pre-cum, more and more of it,
and his whole body went rigid with the force of stopping his
impending release. His breath was a shallow, violent panting, and
the tension in his hands was so strong she almost thought he could
break the chains.
Aaron whimpered with the need to
come, his lower body so full, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He
fought like a warrior though - he panted from the effort of holding back; he
wouldn’t come, even if he died from the force of his desire. But
just when he thought his heart would truly stop with arousal, he
heard her voice.
“Come now, little pet,” she whispered,
and he came like a volcano.
He knew he produced a lot of come, but
this was almost ridiculous, his cock spattering his stomach and
chest with jet after jet of seed, and he groaned heavily with every
new spurt for it felt so, so good to finally let go.
Tara watched him quietly, her
eyes huge and dark with lust. It was a marvelous sight when he shot
his load all over his upper body, and she decided at
th at very
moment that she would place him on his back for the public
scene.
Her body felt hot and greedy, but she
pushed her own feelings aside.
When he had emptied himself completely and
was nothing but a quivering mass of boneless satisfaction, she
leaned down and kissed his jaw.
“Take a deep breath,” she said softly,
“and I’ll pull the plug out when you exhale.”
H e did as he was told, moaning when she
extracted the big plug from his tight channel.
She hurried now, freeing his hands from
chains and cuffs, cleaning him with another warm washcloth before
she got a blanket from the drawer so she could cover him. She
tucked him in gently, all the time kissing his cheeks and forehead,
even his chin, murmuring sweet endearments, praising him for his
obedience. She finally lay down next to him, gathering his wrapped
up body in her arms. She opened the buttons of her leather vest and
pressed his face into her naked breasts, smiling softly when he
groaned in utter bliss and pushed his nose against her
breastbone.
Aaron was in heaven. He felt
sleepy and slightly dizzy, his lower body burning pleasantly with
past exertions, his skin tingling with the bone-deep pleasure of
complete sexual satisfaction. And now his mistress let him press
his face against her soft, warm, perfect breasts, where he could
inhale her unique, mouth-watering fragrance like an addict in frantic need of his
next fix. She smelled so damn good he got hard again, and there was
nothing he could do about it. Her heart throbbed against his cheek,
and he knew he was the happiest sub in the whole wide world, at
peace with himself at last.
Much later he lay on his bed,
wearing his most high-necked pair of pajamas to keep his hands from
touching himself, and let the events of the day wash over him
even louder when she engulfed his glans with her wet mouth, sucking
at him as if he were the most delicious of candy. And in a way he
was, his taste clean and masculine , sweetness and salt fusing into a heady,
addictive flavor. She was glad she hadn’t used a condom, though she
should have. What was it with her disregarding the club’s rules all
of a sudden? She’d always been as by-the-book as they came. All
thoughts fled her mind when she licked the drops of pre-cum from
the slit beneath her lips and almost moaned in delight. It would
take every ounce of self-control not to suck him off right now. He
was squirming beneath her, fighting to keep still.
Tara let her tongue glide down
his shaft, trailing the sharp, protruding vein which throbbed
against her lips, and she got him wet, licking and sucking until
his whole cock glistened from her caresses. Aaron cried
out , needy,
desperate.
She grabbed the handle of the butt-plug
and pulled it out an inch only to push it back in, slowly fucking
him with the generously sized device. Her tongue licked over the
tip of his cock that was still oozing pre-cum, more and more of it,
and his whole body went rigid with the force of stopping his
impending release. His breath was a shallow, violent panting, and
the tension in his hands was so strong she almost thought he could
break the chains.
Aaron whimpered with the need to
come, his lower body so full, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He
fought like a warrior though - he panted from the effort of holding back; he
wouldn’t come, even if he died from the force of his desire. But
just when he thought his heart would truly stop with arousal, he
heard her voice.
“Come now, little pet,” she whispered,
and he came like a volcano.
He knew he produced a lot of come, but
this was almost ridiculous, his cock spattering his stomach and
chest with jet after jet of seed, and he groaned heavily with every
new spurt for it felt so, so good to finally let go.
Tara watched him quietly, her
eyes huge and dark with lust. It was a marvelous sight when he shot
his load all over his upper body, and she decided at
th at very
moment that she would place him on his back for the public
scene.
Her body felt hot and greedy, but she
pushed her own feelings aside.
When he had emptied himself completely and
was nothing but a quivering mass of boneless satisfaction, she
leaned down and kissed his jaw.
“Take a deep breath,” she said softly,
“and I’ll pull the plug out when you exhale.”
H e did as he was told, moaning when she
extracted the big plug from his tight channel.
She hurried now, freeing his hands from
chains and cuffs, cleaning him with another warm washcloth before
she got a blanket from the drawer so she could cover him. She
tucked him in gently, all the time kissing his cheeks and forehead,
even his chin, murmuring sweet endearments, praising him for his
obedience. She finally lay down next to him, gathering his wrapped
up body in her arms. She opened the buttons of her leather vest and
pressed his face into her naked breasts, smiling softly when he
groaned in utter bliss and pushed his nose against her
breastbone.
Aaron was in heaven. He felt
sleepy and slightly dizzy, his lower body burning pleasantly with
past exertions, his skin tingling with the bone-deep pleasure of
complete sexual satisfaction. And now his mistress let him press
his face against her soft, warm, perfect breasts, where he could
inhale her unique, mouth-watering fragrance like an addict in frantic need of his
next fix. She smelled so damn good he got hard again, and there was
nothing he could do about it. Her heart throbbed against his cheek,
and he knew he was the happiest sub in the whole wide world, at
peace with himself at last.
Much later he lay on his bed,
wearing his most high-necked pair of pajamas to keep his hands from
touching himself, and let the events of the day wash over him
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