Arabella uses it on me

Your heart skips when you hear yourself saying she should have it. Arabella looks surprised, too, but no less pleased to hear that you’re giving her the honor to dominate you. Arabella clears her throat, finding it suddenly difficult to maintain eye contact with you. “I suppose you wouldn’t want me to tell anyone about this then, right?” There’s a playful overtone of her voice that teases you.

Arabella gets up and walks behind you. There’s a tickle on your side as she rubs her tail against you. You also feel her lips pressing against your exposed neck. Her touch is electric, sending little thrills up your spine as you hear her seductive words brush against your ear lobes. You close your eyes, focusing on her as Arabella presses her whole body against your back. It isn’t just the heat of the desert making you hot, but it’s the raw skin contact and heated whispers that put you on the rocks of lust.

Arabella walks her fingers down your chest, getting closer and closer to your throbbing cock. You actually shivered when she grabbed your base and began pumping your erection at a painfully slow pace. However, it felt incredible. It took your breath away. “I’ve never seen you like this before,” she mused.

Her breath is scorching against your neck; you can’t focus on anything else that doesn’t have a bit of Arabella. You look down to watch her handjob cranking your cock with an alternating grip. It’s orgasmic! She reaches around and tugs on your balls, too, adding to the amount of pleasure suddenly flooding your nervous system.

You feel her nimble fingers roll around your length, increasing the amount of mini waves going up your spine. Your curses are nothing more than murmurs, but it’s enough to encourage Arabella to continue her handjob. You feel her tongue darting out to graze your neck, and it kicks the levels of intensity up.

Arabella continues to jerk you off while sucking your neck, tenderly kissing and licking occasionally to mix the type of sensuality as you’re handled. You close your eyes, focusing on her fingers as they tighten and then quicken on your shaft. You exhale, telling her to go faster.

“Master,” Arabella whispers close to your ear. You feel her hand leave your cock and gently push you down. “I think it’s for you to get on your knees now.”

There’s a half second of hesitation before you do this. It wasn’t often you allowed yourself to be in a position of vulnerability. Your heart starts racing as you get on your knees and hands, presenting yourself for use for Arabella as she spits and rubs the dildo. She wastes no time getting behind you and pressing the dildo’s head against your crack.

In seconds, you start to feel the pressure being applied to the dildo at the exact moment it begins to penetrate your ass. It’s slow, but Arabella slowly drives it inside of you. Your asshole stretches, and at first, it’s uncomfortable. You murmur, controlling your breathing as Arabella starts to go faster. It feels strangely good.

Arabella lets out a small moan behind you, joining you verbally as she wraps her free hand around your cock again. This doesn’t hinder the dildo that’s being pushed in-and-out of you. Her grip on your cock is pulled slightly between your legs, once again hitting you with another feeling of discomfort, but it’s buried by pleasure. She twists, giving your cock head extra attention.

“How does it feel, master?” Arabella coos at you, making your mind spin slightly.

Arabella waits for you to say something. You don’t remember what you told her, but you tense strongly when you feel her pulling your penis between your legs, milking you like a farm girl. It’s exotic, and it’s hardly believable.

You feel your cock being pulled tightly backward. In this position, it’s nothing short of erotic. Your fingers dig slightly into the fabric of the canvas, and let out another deep moan. What do you focus on? The dildo fucking your ass, or Arabella’s unconventional handjob? The dildo is frequently lubricated with her saliva. You hear and feel Arabella spitting every couple of passes, but she distractions your mind by massaging your penis glands with her thumb, forcing your precum to leak and drip to the covers.

She hears you gasp loudly as her fingers tighten again and pull back on you, making you almost fuck yourself with the dildo as it goes forward. You curse, letting your head drop. You know by her actions alone that she’s done this before, and you briefly wonder how many of her “masters” she’s dominated before and for how long. This feels too good to linger on the thought, though. You throb widely in her soft hands, you become rigid, and you know you’re about she’s about to break your threshold.

“Oh,” Arabella says close to your ear. Her breath is hot against your skin. “Are you going to cum, master? Please tell me I’m about to make you cum. I want permission.”

You can hardly breathe. Arabella has gently taken your place as “master” and is now telling you she won’t make you cum unless you say you’re ready. Your mind jogs. Was this justified? Your heart pumps faster as her handjob keeps pulling and tugging between your legs. Arabella is milking you so intensely that you can’t bear it. “I’m fucking cumming.”

A gasp leaves your mouth loudly a few seconds after your announcement. Your orgasm almost feels random when it hits. Your ass puckers, and your balls contract; your shaft even feels like it vibrates as a steady, thick stream of jizz shoots out of you. Arabella had been hoping for this; she giggles as you’re milked and butt-fucked by Mandy’s toy. “Master’s cumming so, so much!” Arabella says in a half-yell, watching your shoulders jerk. “I must’ve done a job good, pleasing master~!!”

The first gushes of white pleasure shoot directly to the canvas as you gasp. Arabella rams the dildo straight into your anus, making you actually moan. The invasive sensation hits your nerves as you experience a powerful orgasm. Arabella lets out soft moans as she watches your climax almost paralyze you into stunned silence. Your head lowers, and your eyes close. You still feel her hands riding up and down your shaft, milking you like an animal.

Your body continues to shake as she pumps your cock from head to base, passing your shaft over and over again with a firm grip. In the meantime, you can’t move off your hands and knees, not that you’re complaining. Your nerves tingle like they’ve never before!

“Master~!!” Arabella squeals in delight (she almost sounds drunk) as she watches your cock twitch as it repeatedly squirts out sperm. It’s getting so intense you think your arms might buckle.

Your throat closes, making you gag on your moan as the last stream of cum shoots out of you. You exhale until your lungs are empty. All the energy you have left in your system is hardly enough to keep your eyes open. All that you’re aware of is your plugged asshole and softening penis.

Arabella, planted behind you, giggles and licks all the from the top of your crack to the nap of your neck. You shiver, almost falling over. “Master, you’re as kinky as I am!”