Michele certainly wasn't unresponsive, her hips jerking and her arms flailing
around the bed, but he didn't feel she was anywhere near the climax he required from her.
He had little choice other than to keep reminding her of her lover.
"Is she good at this?" he asked.
"Fantastic," Michele breathed.
"What makes her so good? Teach me, please; I'd love to be better at it."
"She likes to nibble at my lips," Michele breathed.
"Like this?" he asked, doing as she suggested.
"Yes, but gentler. And faster."
"Like this, then?" He adjusted his speed and made sure not to bite.
"Yes, like that."
He kept up the nibbling, feeling her fluids flowing onto his tongue and her body
shivering.
"And then she makes a circle with her lips and sucks my clit in." Michele,
probably unconsciously, was driving now.
"Like this?"
"Yes, just like that. And she flicks her tongue across it."
Rob vibrated his tongue across the oily bud now between his lips, back and forth,
wracking Michele's responsive body. He was glad to feel her hands move to the back of his
head and pull him in as she spread her legs even wider.
"Oh, god, mistress, he's going to make me come!" she shouted around the thong
still in her mouth.
"Come for mistress, slave," he growled briefly before resuming his attention to
her. As he flicked he moved his right hand to her pussy, pushing a finger far inside while
he used his left hand to unzip himself. He really needed to climb up and fuck her now, yet
he knew he would not. He was a man of his word. Always.
Rob increased the speed of his tongue, responding to every jerk of Michele's body.
His tongue ached, but he couldn't stop now. She was on the brink and he didn't want to
risk losing the moment. Suddenly she let out a scream and tensed, her whole body rigid for
a moment before she pulled his head to her and jerked her hips so his mouth pulled at her
clitoris still held there. Another jerk and she went rigid again, a long, drawn-out moan
announcing her orgasm.
Rob slowed his oral attentions, but he didn't stop. Now the hands that had pulled
him in were trying to push him away.
"Please, master, please," she begged, dragging the thong from her mouth. "Please
stop. I'm too sensitive."
Pleased with his achievement, and delighted at what she'd unconsciously called
him, he pulled away, spending some moments kissing around her labia gently as she came
down from her peak.
"Did I learn anything?" he asked at last.
Michele laughed. "Oh, yes. Nothing like as good as mistress, but a bit more work,
maybe."
It was easy to laugh with her. He pulled her up fully onto the bed and lay at her
side, his erection all too obvious.
"Are you OK?" he asked. "No feelings of guilt?"
"A little," she admitted. "But I guess mistress wanted it, so I'm OK." She paused
for a moment. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For not being a bastard. For keeping your word. For honouring the woman I love."
"Thank you too, Michele. But I'm only human, you know. I need to do something with
this." He left her in no doubt he was referring to his hard-on.
"I suspect you know more about what to do with that than I do. But I know my
obligations, so I'll do what you tell me to."
"I want to tie you up, first," he told her, adding quickly, "and don't worry, I'm
not going to break any of her rules."
He was off the bed searching for ropes and finding them, pulling her arms to the
bed head and tying them tight. He spoke to her, making sure it was light-hearted and
tongue in cheek, as he bound her.
"You realise you've been a bad slave?" he asked.
She looked shocked. "I have?"
"You allowed a man to suck you. That means you'll have to be punished. Tomorrow."
"Yes, sir, I was bad, wasn't I? I guess I deserve it."
By now he was securing her ankles, spreadeagled to the bed. The ropes were tight
but comfortable. Movement was possible but slight.
"Comfy?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you sir."
"Just as well, because you'll be like that all night."
She looked at him curiously. "You've done this before, haven't you?"
"You read the books, didn't you?"
She told hem she'd read some of them but thought most were imagination.
"Well, now you know."
"Would you prefer a blindfold while I undress?" he asked.
More laughter. "No, it's OK, I know what a man looks like. Doesn't do anything for
me, but it doesn't repulse me either."
So undress he did, right next to the bed, looking down on a gorgeous submissive
who was his to use, but with strict - and very frustrating - provisos. But a man can only
exercise so much control, so he quickly straddled her and pressed his cock between her
breasts, holding them together to make a channel to fuck. He imagined Michele would want
to look away, to somehow pretend this wasn't happening, but she didn't; she watched his
cock each time it emerged from between her breasts, pointing at her neck and face. Rob
imagined pressing forward and forcing it between her lips, jetting his seed into her mouth
where he dearly wanted it to be. But that would be counted as penetration, and hence
forbidden, leaving him in a quandary as to where he should ejaculate. He had no desire to
repulse the girl.
"I'm going to come on your face," he gasped. "Is that going to be OK?"
"Not something I'd choose for myself," she told him. "But she gave me to you, so
I'll have to live with it."
Her last words became somewhat academic as his climax surged up on him
unexpectedly. He pressed forward, holding his cock above her nose as it sprayed out
ridiculous amounts of semen, the first gouts landing in her hair and on her forehead, the
next running into her eyes. He pulled back slightly and watched as the later spurts
dripped onto her lips and trickled into her mouth. She held her lips together, not wanting
to taste, but he was OK with that for now.
"If it's any comfort, it's not as bad as I imagined," she told him as he rolled
off her and onto the bed on her left side.
"Thank you, I think," he replied. "I can't tell you how much self control it took
not to have you open your mouth."
"I would have, if you'd ordered it," she told him. "Mistress told me you'd
probably want that, and she said I had to go with it."
"Did she tell you to call me master?" he asked, his curiosity mounting.
"Excuse me?" She clearly hadn't realised. "Did I really? When?"
"After you came."
"I'm sorry. Don't take this the wrong way, but I didn't mean it. God, I'd never
call any man that."
"I won't tell."
"I'll include that as part of my punishment if I may. Could I have a tissue,
please?"
"No. Do you have to work tomorrow?"
"Yes, sir. And the day after. Then I'm off till mistress comes home. I need to
leave by 8.30."
"I'll release you at 7 then," he told her. "Then we can decide what you'll wear to
work. Goodnight Michele."
"Goodnight, sir."
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