He reached down and gently stroked her cheek. She looked up at him from her kneeling position and smiled. Her green-eyes sparkled as his thumb brushed her lips, but she never broke his gaze.
”Give me your hand,” he said, helping her to her feet. He placed his right hand on her neck, just below her ear. He leaned down and she could feel his warm breath on her lips. Her nipples stood, excited. He cupped her breast with his left hand and gently teased her nipple. She gasped as she savored the pleasure in her breast.
Her lips were soft and warm. His mustache tickled, but she dared not pull away. His tongue, searched for hers inside her mouth and soon, they began to duel like two sword fighters, choreographed in a black and white movie. She sighed breathlessly as she put her arms around his neck and held his head steady. She felt her thighs become damp.
His cock throbbed against her belly and she fought every urge within her to drop to her knees and worship him. She knew that would come in time. Instead she slipped one hand between them and squeezed his shaft through his pants, while he, in return clenched a fistful of her hair.
“Tell me,” he hissed. “What does my slut want.”
”Your slut wants to taste her Master’s cock, but only if it pleases him.”
He kissed her again and then slowly helped her to her knees. She reached for his belt, freed his cock, and held his manhood in her delicate hands. She leaned forward, and raised it to her lips. Looking up at him, she kissed the tip, and then took him in her mouth and worshiped.
