Destressing Abdul

You arrived back at the bedroom in the manse that you shared with Abdul. You could see he was troubled.

"What is it?" you asked, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on each of his large feet. He reached down, tousling your dark hair.

"My parents want me to marry," he said simply. You looked at him with big eyes. Was he about to -- ? He saw your expression, shaking his head. You looked downcast.

"Cheer up, toy. You'll always have a place in my bed. At least sometimes," he groused. He needed to be cheered up. You stood up, removing your abaya, exposing your body to him. He reached up, tugging your nipple, then tweaking your vestigal cockhead. You whimpered. He laid back onto the bed, letting his thighs part. You wriggled your way up under his robe. He always stayed nude underneath, heavy balls swaying, his asshole buried in a forest of tight black curls. You wrapped your lips around each ball, sucking it noisily.

"That's it. Suck your Master's cock," he commanded simply. You nodded, kissing up the shaft, and starting to suck on Abdul's cock. You could feel the stress melt out of him. He didn't try to throatfuck you this time, letting you practice your arts on his magnificent cock. Soon, you were bobbing greedily on the ten inches plus, rubbing his balls urgently.

"Fuck," he growled, as he finally shifted positions, pulling the robe off and moving on top of you, his cock perched against your lips. And then he fucked your mouth as if it were a pussy, drilling you urgently, his balls popping your head painfully. Then he roared like a bull, filling your mouth with his potent seed.