“Don’t be insolent,” I say. “I can have you whipped you know.” There is no movement, and I want a morning tongue inside me. “Do not make me beat you, boy.”
Reluctantly, my naked man-servant walks over and takes his position under me.
With his hardening cock against his stomach, he looks up. I look down, as serious as I can be, and I know it’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing.
Harrison stares back with hatred in his eyes. In saying that, there is some kind of sparkle too. I can also see his cock is thick. That being a clear giveaway.
“Now, my good man,” I say in a bossy, wealthy female accent. “Lick, and lick like your life depends on it. And maybe it does.”
I look up and across the calm lake. Away from the servant and his wicked duties.
I tell myself I have better things to think about. Like running the estate and monitoring the troublesome staff.
I start to get worried we are having a communications breakdown when Harry’s mouth starts to devour my now wet pussy.
Holding my hips in place, he swipes his tongue up and down slowly. It is spectacular, but I know my knees won’t hold out for long.
Harry continues, and I start to pant. I also grab the peasant by his hair. He is soon thrusting his long tongue in, and it drives straight inside me.
My knees start to go weak, and I gasp, “Oh, God.” I try to steady myself, and an arm goes wide for support. I hold onto a statue as the brute feasts on me. He swipes up and down, lapping up my juices, and I have trouble breathing.
As his hand gets a better grip on my butt, I feel a finger against my anus. It’s nice, but it’s time to push his buttons.
“Careful, boy,” I say, grabbing him more fully by his hair. “And pace yourself, for God’s sake. It’s going to be a long day. A long day indeed.”
After several more minutes, and when my one supportive leg starts to shake, I look around.
Without warning, I spin my high leg over, and awkwardly, I walk away.
Now five feet from him, I lie back on the couch, legs wide, ready for pleasuring. “Eat me!”
The scowling hung hunk walks my way on all fours.
He is like a big angry cat, andI like it.
Way too much.
He finally reaches me, and he bites down on my wet pussy. As he feasts on my core, I whimper and gasp. Resting my hands on his head and jaw, I hold him in place.
Minutes later, I am bucking into his face.
The savage then makes me come, he is wicked and rough. I come on his tongue, and I come on his gorgeous face.
Leaving me in a panting pile, he stands, hard, and he walks tomy coffee. He returns and places it at my side. Harry then bows his head. Grinning and panting, I come to my senses and look up.
The hard, athletic brute stares down at me and he drinks his own coffee in one.
Taking mine, I sip it. I then breathe, trying to catch my breath. I side-eye his thick, veined, and pumped-up cock, a mere foot from me.
It is a hard decision to make, but I finish my coffee. I fist him hard, and I gulp at his size and girth.
As the rising sun warms me, and while reclining naked on the ancient leather couch, I take his cock in my lips. Then, as I hold his butt cheeks like handles, I take him all the way in.
It does not take long before I make the brute come for me and into my mouth.
Finally, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I then command him. “There,” I say, pointing. “There you may rest.”
Harry lays down, sprawling naked on the rug below me.
