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“I may not cum as intensely. I’ve already ejaculated six times this morning, all over a cute little puppy,” he casually remarked, his words leaving me momentarily speechless, consumed by a surge of jealousy.
In response, my master gently patted my head, wordlessly urging me to proceed with my service.
“Then, I shall serve you,” I affirmed, my voice tinged with a mix of submission and eagerness.
Resuming my role as a dutiful bitch, I knelt before my master, who sat regally upon the chair. His legs spread, his zipper beckoning. With deft hands, I unzipped his pants, unveiling the object of my desire.
“Reveal yourself to me,” the master commanded, his tone nonchalant, as if requesting a simple task. The study was bathed in the brilliant glow of midsummer sunlight, an illuminated stage for our intimate encounter. As a slave bitch, I had no right to refuse. “Yes,” I acquiesced, my voice a fragile whisper.
“Does this excite you?” he inquired, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and dominance.
“Yes, very much,” I responded, my whole being consumed by a potent blend of shame and liberation at the thought of exposing my naked body to the unrelenting brightness of the sun.
“A wanton slut who revels in her nudity,” the master remarked, his words a tantalizing blend of sadism, shame, and sexual arousal.
Indeed, the act of baring myself to his gaze, embracing my exhibitionistic nature, stirred a deep longing within me. With a final surge of resolve, I withdrew my hands from his pants and rose to my feet, ready to embrace my role as a submissive and obedient slave bitch.
“Then…” With a deliberate movement, I removed my jacket and placed it gently on the desk, my hands trembling slightly with anticipation. One by one, I unbuttoned my blouse, starting from the top, revealing the soft curves of my bare breasts to the owner’s hungry gaze.
A tingling excitement coursed through me as his eyes roamed up and down my exposed form. With a provocative glimmer in my eyes, I locked my gaze onto my master’s, slowly guiding my hands to the zipper of my skirt. With a deliberate slowness, I let it fall to the floor, pooling around my feet in a delicate heap.
In that moment, the air was charged with a palpable tension, a collision of desire and submission. The room seemed to hold its breath as I shed my blouse, revealing my nakedness instead of the expected undergarments.
The words that escaped my master’s lips, “Aryanna, you are most beautiful when you are not wearing anything,” washed over me, enveloping me in a heady mixture of pride and vulnerability.
Now, adorned only by a pair of black stockings, I stood before my master, basking in the raw intensity of the moment.
His command echoed in my ears, his dominance laced with a commanding force that left no room for hesitation. “Bitch, come crawl over and suck that cock,” he demanded.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice a delicate whisper, the weight of obedience heavy upon my tongue. With measured grace, I lowered myself to all fours, my body willingly surrendering to the desires of my master.
The cold floor against my palms served as a stark reminder of my place as I crawled towards him, each movement a testament to my unwavering devotion.
“I will serve you,” I declared, my voice laced with a mixture of reverence and longing. Gently, I removed my rimless glasses, setting them aside, and knelt naked between my master’s legs.
My hands trembled slightly as I reached for his pants, pulling them down with a deliberate slowness. His hardened manhood pressed against the fabric of his briefs, teasingly rubbing against his cheek as he inhaled its scent, before surrendering to the temptation and licking his own cock through the thin barrier of his underwear.
As I slowly peeled off my own panties, my own throbbing member sprang forth, an undeniable testament to my arousal.
“Ah, master,” an involuntary sigh escaped my lips, the heat of desire and submission mingling in the air. The corner of my master’s mouth curled into a satisfied smirk, his eyes filled with a sense of anticipation.
“It seems I bring you even greater pleasure after such a long absence,” he remarked, his gaze drifting towards the door, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Look forward to it. I will ignite a fire within you that burns hotter than ever before.”
With those words lingering in the air, his gaze fixed upon me, I wrapped my right hand around his pulsating shaft, savoring the taste and scent that enveloped my senses.
Every inch of his cock was explored by my lips and tongue, an act of devotion and pleasure. Animalistic flavors and musky aromas of his unwashed flesh danced upon my tongue and filled my nose.
“You’re such a lewd sister,” the master teased, his eyes locked on me as I dutifully pleasured him. Though he was two years younger than me, he occasionally referred to me as his sister, a playful reminder of the power dynamics at play. The words sent a delicious shiver down my spine, immersing me in the sweet embrace of masochism.
“I long to show my lewd side to my master,” I confessed, my voice a sultry whisper. With deliberate intent, I withdrew my mouth from his throbbing cock, my eyes meeting his gaze as I sensually licked the entire length of his glans with the tip of my tongue.
The sight of my own lewd behavior, knowing that my master was observing my every move, sent waves of masochistic excitement coursing through me.
Devotedly, I lavished his cock with my tongue, tracing the thick veins that adorned it, diligently moving up and down in a seductive rhythm.
And then, with a tantalizingly sinful allure, I took his balls into my mouth, rolling them gently on my tongue, savoring their taste.
As my master’s eyes locked onto me, witnessing my fervent attention to his arousal, I felt my own pussy grow increasingly hot and wet, the love juices of desire seeping forth.
Once again, I enveloped his thick cock with my mouth, sucking it with an eagerness that knew no bounds, releasing it only to offer him the opportunity to penetrate me whenever he desired.
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(A/N: Hello guys done reading. If yes, send a power stone, 1 power stone is also enough we just have to increase fan value, so 1 power stone is enough, but if you like the novel I won’t mind if you send more stones, and plz don’t forget the gifts.)
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