As her lips nipped and sucked down my shaft, I jerked her hair, causing her to gasp. “Don’t fucking tease me. Suck me like the good whore I know you are.”
She quickly obliged by sliding me with an achingly slow pace back into her mouth. When I finally bumped against the back of her throat, I grunted in satisfaction.
Sarah pushed my cock back out before starting to glide me in and out of her lips.
When she gripped my cock harder, I threw my head back. “Fuck.”
Her free hand went to caress my balls, alternating between gently squeezing them and rolling them between her fingers. Over and over, she bobbed up and down on me, alternating between increasing and decreasing the pressure.
She didn’t need any commands–she was ridiculously good at this. After gripping her face in my hands, I began pumping my hips, holding her in place to take my pleasure. When she moaned around my cock, I groaned, thrusting deeper.
As I gazed down at her, she was a slutty angel with tears streaking down her cheeks and my precum and her saliva dripping from her chin. And the sounds she made….fuuuuuck.
“That’s it, my good girl.”
When she gazed up at me, my thrusts became so erratic that my balls began slapping against her chin. As she lightly scraped her teeth up my shaft, I shuddered. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Since I knew her file said she would let me come in her mouth, I didn’t pull away. And she didn’t relent in taking me deep in her throat. A bark of pleasure erupted from me as I detonated in her mouth.
As I rode out my orgasm, Sarah kept licking and sucking my cock. It was so fucking good. When my hips stopped jerking, I eased my spent cock out of her mouth.
“You did very good, my little whore.”
Licking my cum off her lips, Sarah replied, “Thank you, sir.”
“I think you’ve earned some pleasure.”
“Please, sir.”
“Get on all fours,” I commanded.
After quickly obliging me, Sarah waited for my next order. Instead of sinking down onto the smooth patch of grass in front of Sarah, I walked around her. Dipping my hand into the pocket of my breeches, I produced the eye covering that would allow me to remove my mask.
I very rarely went down on my prey. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy it–I happened to love burying my face in a warm pussy and eating heartily until my chin and cheeks were covered in her cum.
It was just much trickier when I was the Beast. I didn’t want to wreck the scene by stuttering when giving directions. I knew tonight I was going to have to be very careful choosing my words when I had the mask off.
I’d also decided it was necessary to adopt a Russian accent, so I didn’t run the risk of Sarah recognizing my voice later. Considering I’d grown up speaking the language and being surrounded by those with accents, it wasn’t hard to do.
“Do you want me to eat your pussy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then let me put this on you.”
At her nod of agreement, I leaned over and slid the mask on. While Sarah thought it was to conceal my identity in the scene, it was actually to conceal my identity in the future.
“Even though your eyes are covered, do not look back at me. If you do, you’ll be punished.”
“Yes, sir.”
I then dropped to my knees. Gripping the hem of her dress, I pulled it out from under Sarah. With the silky fabric in my hands, I slowly eased it up her thighs and over her hips.
At the sight of her bare ass in the moonlight, I sent a stinging slap across one of her milky white globes, causing Sarah to jump. “That was for being bratty earlier.”
“Yes, sir,” she panted.
With a chuckle, I said, “I think you might’ve enjoyed that a little too much.”
