I cum down her throat and she keeps sucking me until I can’t move any more.
My arms totally relax and my breathing placates as my Master’s mouth continues to drink and engulf my cock.
“I can’t,” I try to say, but it comes out more like a mumble than anything else.
I feel my Master’s mouth give me one more kiss on the tip of my shaft as she begins to pepper soft kisses mixed with sucking and licking up my body.
She moves her own body to sit on my chest.
I just wish I could touch her and thank her for that amazing and mind blowing blow job. Her mouth is phenomenal and so incredibly talented.
“Did my toy enjoy that?” she says as her finger softly strokes my lips.
“Very much, Master. But I’d really like to eat your cunt and have your taste on me for days to come.”
She chuckles as she pushes her thumb into my mouth. I nip at it and swirling my tongue around the foreign delicious object.
“Would you now? The way you fellate my thumb, I’m going to really enjoy watching you and pet together. Do you want to suck his cock as I instruct you and watch?”
Oh my god, yes please.
“Yes, Master,” I say as I keep licking and kissing her thumb.
“You’re a very good toy. Your submission to me is a very beautiful and rare gift. Now I’m going to lower on your face and you’re going to lick my cunt until I tell you to stop. Do you understand, boy?”
“Oh yes, Master,” I say with the biggest fucking grin that I can show.
“Arms down and rest them on your chest,” she says as she moves away from me.
Her leg brushes against my ear as she straddles my face and her other knee does the same thing. Fuck she’s sitting on me reversed and I can smell her alluring arousal.
“Now fuck me with that tongue of yours, you’re allowed to come, too,” my Master says as she lowers herself onto my eagerly awaiting mouth.
I start licking her sopping wet pussy just slowly going between her hole and her hooded clit. God I wish I could use my hands so I could bring her down further onto my keening mouth.
She rocks her hips a little and grinds her perfect pussy hard down onto my mouth.
“Oh that’s very good my greedy sub.” My Master rolls her hips and I moan as I peek my tongue out and enter her avid and wanting hole. Fuck, she tastes so appetizing and appealing, like a mixture of sweet and salty. Oh yeah, salted caramel Master.
She leans forward and unties my hands leaving them free to do what I want with them.
But I’m not fucking stupid, my Master’s not said to move therefore I leave my arms exactly where they were.
“Do you want to touch me?” With my tongue so far up her hole, I need to break away to answer her, but I don’t fucking want to.
“Yes, Master,” I try and say as I’m still curling my tongue deep inside her soaking and needy pussy.
“You may use your arms as you see fit,” she moans as she rolls her hips once more.
I wrap my arms around the tops of her thighs and push her legs out further, flattening her dripping pussy so she’s riding my face. At the same time my Master leans forward and takes me in her mouth. She fucking deep throats me again, and I’m not small in the cock department.
I can feel her lips right down where my shaft meets my pelvis. Damn it, she’s going to make me come again.
I growl as I’m being consumed by my Master. Her arousal and scent is fucking everywhere, she’s gyrating and grinding against my tongue as I lap at her pussy. Her clit’s fattened up with desire as the blood pumps hard to it.
My cock’s being serviced and sucked so deep into her throat that it makes me aware that she knows the true definition of giving an unbelievably perfect blow job.
Shit, I can feel my sac starting to tighten, so I suck her clit into my mouth and gently nibble on it.
“That’s my perfect, boy,” she sighs with a scratchy voice. She rocks with more vigor as the vibrations send a fucking tremor through my entire body.
She takes me in deep again and I curl my tongue as far into her as I can.
With one huge thrust she moans with my cock in her mouth.
I can’t help but cum down her throat again as I continue licking her.
I’m rewarded with the best tasting female cum I’ve ever sampled in my life. She floods my mouth and I take every single drop she gives me. Ecstasy flows through me to know that I’ve pleased my Master, I’m purely delighted that she came because of me, my tongue and mouth.
My Master moves her legs from around my head as she sits up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Ryan,” she says releasing me from being her toy.
I move on the bed and hug her close to my body.
“Thank you, Stella. That was mind blowing,” I say as I kiss her forehead.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, because that was so sexy. You really are the perfect sub, do you know that?”
“Thank you.”
“No Ryan, it should be me thanking you for submitting and giving yourself over to me. I can’t wait until Mason’s back so we can all play,” Stella says as she kisses my mouth with a chaste touch.
“Neither can I.”
“We both need to get to sleep because we have work in the morning.” Stella lies down on my bed and smiles. “It’s a little wet from the ice, but we’ll live. Next time though, I want to play with wax.”
What? She wants me to go to sleep with images of her naked body, Mason’s tempting shaft and wax.
Damn, my cock is starting to get hard again.
Chapter 21
Friday’s a particularly hard day because I’m standing in my full dress uniform at the unit chapel preparing for the memorial service of Private First Class Jonathon Holdings, who was killed while he was away from his family on deployment.
As I sit next to the Commander at the front and watch the service begin, I can’t help but wonder about my life.
In my hour of need and desperation at my utmost rock bottom, Lucy came to me and spoke candidly about my needs. She told me that once I start to heal, I’ll want to help boys who are being or have been abused.
And I think that’s exactly where I want to go.
The United States Army has given me discipline and kept me alive in the years that I would’ve most likely killed him or taken my own life, or both.
They’ve given me skills and educated me while also instilling a sense of family and pride. Quite frankly without the comradeship of the Army I wouldn’t be here today.
My breathing would’ve ended shortly after my sixteenth birthday and my mother would be left with no husband and no son.
But I also would’ve ended the life of a monster, a demon that lurks in the dark and gains the trust of his prey, lulling them into a false state of security. A true predator and an inhumane pedophile who’s a beast that deserves a slow and torturous death.
My thoughts are broken when I hear the song Amazing Grace start playing.
The chorus echoes like a cyclone ripping around and around in my head.
Even though the song is about loss and death, I can’t help to think that my savior came to me in my hour of need.
My amazing grace isn’t Lucy, nor is it Stella.
My amazing grace is myself.
Through the horrific darkness and the catastrophic bleakness of the demons, I found the smallest beacon of light and dragged my broken soul toward it.
I made that choice to start mending my life. I took the step and sought the help that I needed.
Amazing Grace finishes and I stand and walk to the front of the memorial. I place the armed forces coin on the memorial and slowly salute the fallen soldier.
He gave his life to protect my country, and in turn he gave his life to protect me.
As my arm lowers in an unhurried pace I decide that I’ll not let his life lost be in vain.
I walk over to his family and offer my condolences. With tears streaming down
their cheeks they accept my gift of words as we lay their husband, their son and their father to rest.
Once the service concludes I get in my car and head home, because Stella told me she wanted to play tonight. So I need to pack my overnight bag and ensure that I’m groomed and freshly shaven for her.
Spending fifteen minutes at home to do what my Master wants is fifteen minutes way too long. I wish I could go directly to her house to be with her for as long as I possibly can, but I must obey.
When I drive up to her gated residence, I press the buzzer and the doors open automatically.
I park the car where she instructed and get my bag from the back seat.
I’m more confident and secure in knowing what’s about to take place, so I get to her front door without a moment more of hesitation.
Before I get to the door, Stella opens it and steps aside.
There’s something definitely wrong, she’s not looking at me and she’s not said a single word.
I drop my bag just inside the door and turn to kiss her, but her beautiful hardened green orbs are overtaken by puffiness, red and tears.
“Stella, what the hell’s going on?” I say as I sweep her into my arms.
“I’m sorry, Ryan. I should’ve cancelled tonight. I forgot you were coming,” she whimpers against my chest.
“Like fuck I would’ve let you. Not when you look so sad, Sweetheart.”
Stella buries her head in the hollow of my neck and embraces me tightly.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I instruct Stella as I grab the backs of her thighs and pull them up. She jumps and links her feet around my waist as she lets me take her weight. I walk us over to her family room and sit us both down on her plush oversized sofa.
Stella doesn’t move she just nuzzles closer to me and keeps sobbing. Her salt water soaks my t-shirt but I don’t care, I just need to hold my girl.
She’s clearly distressed and now it’s my turn to be her pillar of strength.
“What happened?” I ask in a calm soothing voice.
“Really terrible day,” she answers through tears.
With the slightest of touches I run my hands up and down her back and kiss her forehead.
“Let me help you.”
“Ryan, this happens every now and then,” she continues through more tears.
“Tell me so I can take the pain away.”
“I lost a patient today.” Her hands clamp tighter around me and I can feel the heaviness with every breath she takes.
“How?” I say as I gently take her saddened face between my hands and press a kiss to her nose.
“Her mom brought her and her twin sister in because she was having blurred vision and sometimes toppled over as she walked. She always complained of headaches and nausea. After extensive testing, we found she had a high-grade astrocytoma tumor. Basically that means she had a brain stem tumor that was growing rapidly. It mixes with the other tissues around the brain and surgery’s virtually impossible to get it out. Her parents were taking her to an oncologist that I referred, but the mom still kept bringing the girls to see me because I suppose we’d formed a bond. But the oncologist called me this afternoon to tell him that the little girl passed away today.” Stella lies back down on my chest and snuggles in.
“How old are the girls?”
“Ten.”
Fuck, Lucy’s ten.
My body goes rigid and I inhale deeply though my nose as my mind forcefully goes to unpleasant thoughts of sickness taking my perfect Lani away from me. It’s a reaction I didn’t want, but I also couldn’t help.
“I’d do everything I could for her, so don’t think like that,” Stella answers my fear and concern.
“I know.” I kiss her forehead again and trap her closer to my body.
“I’m glad you’re here, Ryan,” she says in a small voice.
“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
“What we have is…. more.” She kisses my neck.
“I think I already know that,” I whisper as I lean my head down and kiss her plump lips.
“You mean a lot to me. And I don’t want to lose that.”
“You won’t. We’ll make us work.”
“I can’t get my head around to do a scene tonight.”
“I just want us to be together, nothing has to happen. Lean on me and allow me be your foundation.”
“Ryan,” Stella starts but hesitates. “For tonight I just want to be Stella and Ryan, not Master and boy.”
“Let me please my Master by showing her how much I care for her.”
“Take me to bed.”
“With pleasure.”
I stand and offer my Master my hand, she willingly takes it as I lead her to her room.
Chapter 22
“Stay still, Stella as I undress you,” I say once we’re inside her bedroom.
She smiles at me and lifts her hands above her head.
Grabbing her shirt, I swiftly move it over her head exposing her sexy purple lacy bra. Holy shit, her tits look damn awesome in that.
My hands gently grasp her tender soft breasts and I start to squeeze them and roll them between my fingers.
“God, that feels great. Take my bra off and tug my nipples,” she says as she lets out a low moan and closes her eyes.
I unclip her bra and let it fall unceremoniously to the floor, where it’ll stay for the rest of the night. I don’t pinch her nipples though, instead I lean down and take one tit in my mouth and bite on it as I pull with my teeth.
“That’s it, fuck, keep doing that,” she growls as she brings her hands up to hold my head to her breast.
I can feel her nipple elongate in my mouth as my tongue plays and teases the tip.
I unzip her skirt and push it down to the floor. It falls around Stella’s ankles and immediately I kneel before my Domme, I place her hand on my shoulder and carefully lift one leg as I move the skirt to the side. I easily put her leg down and repeat the same with the other.
Once the skirt’s in the same heap as her bra I sit back on my heels and admire my sexy Stella.
Fuck what a sight she is.
She’s wearing the smallest purple thong, it’s so tiny that a mere string is molded around her hips.
“What are you thinking?” she says as she straightens her back in confidence.
“I was just trying to decide what I want to taste first. I’ve already tasted your pussy, and it was fantastic. And god only knows that my cock is looking forward to being buried deep inside it. But fuck, Sweetheart, I want to lick your entire body from your toes all the way to head.”
“That’s a lot of licking, Sergeant,” she huskily says and smiles at the same time.
“Sergeant Major.” I correct her.
“Get that tongue working, Sergeant Major,” she instructs me.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I lower my head and kiss her feet. One by one, I kiss and lick her pretty red toenails and toes.
“Oh yes, you’re definitely pleasing me.”
Joy rips through me with the knowledge that she’s enjoying what I’m doing and I’ve only just started.
With tiny kisses I track a trail from her left foot up to her calf, and when I get to the fleshy and toned part of her leg I spend time laving my tongue against the heated flesh as my mouth doesn’t break contact with either a kiss or a suck. Stella’s hand presses to the back of my head as I move to her other leg and repeat the same erotic process.
“Ryan, keep your mouth on me at all times.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I murmur as I pull some of her skin between my teeth.
I kneel in front of Stella and route a passage from her tasty and delectable knees up to her sparsely covered pussy. Shit, I can smell her perfect arousal through her thong. As much as I want to tongue fuck her, I also want her to feel cherished and loved after such a hard day.
What the hell?
Loved?
Momentarily I freak myself out by even thinking that word.
We’ve been together for what? A week? Fucking love?
No no no, I must be mistaken.
I can’t possibly love her. Yet.
“What’s wrong?” Stella says as she cups my cheek with her hand.
“Nothing, I just really want you to let go and let me worship you.”
She lowers so we’re on the same level and kisses me with force and hunger. Her tongue dominates my mouth like she dominates me in the bedroom.
“You are taking care of me, and I’m enjoying every moment.”
I smile to let her know that I’m happy. And I truly am.
Stella stands in front of me again and guides my head back toward her pussy.
“Where were we?” she asks.
“I was about to tease your cunt with my tongue,” I say as I look up her.
“Your tongue is not resting tonight.”
“No, Ma’am.”
I start by running my nose down the front of her thong, and it’s damn well saturated with her alluring and appetizing wetness from her needy pussy. With a flick of both my wrists I rip the sexy thong from her body and throw it on the pile of discarded clothes. Her one little strip of hair teases me and calls for my mouth to lick and taste it.
“Take a step back and lean up against the wall, Stella,” I say as I move closer to her. I lift one leg and sling it over my shoulder which totally exposes her superb folds and empty deprived hole to me.
I bite her right outer fold and then suck it into my mouth as my tongue caresses it softly.
“Fuck, do that again,” Stella grumbles as she strokes my head gently with her hand.
I smile against her mound and bite her left fold, harder and for longer, but then suck on it and ease the sting with my tongue.
“God, yes, spread me open and tongue my clit.” She’s not backward about being forward.
I hold her folds open, and I’m rewarded with her hooded pulsating clit. I can see it contracting and I can see her arousal slowly dripping out of her core. Inserting my tongue to lick her dripping juices, I feel her instantly clamp down and milk me with her tight muscles.
“I might need to punish you because you didn’t listen to what I said.”
Shit, I don’t want that cane making an appearance tonight.
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