Everything That She Has to Give

Callie broke the kiss, before placing her hand on Ben's chest, pushing him down to the bed. She leans down, kissing down his stomach before coming to his pants. Her hand rubs along his hard length, before she kisses the head through the fabric.

"It must've been hard, trying to keep this guy under control. Blue balls after blue balls with all of us running around, getting naked in front of you," she purrs, her voice like silk, "I'm going to help you take care of that."

She flashes him a smile, playfully running her tongue across her lips while her hand finds his waistband, before pulling it down, revealing his hard cock. At the sight of it Callie's pupils dilate and she visibly trembles, her voice softening and breathless as she lays another kiss on his cock head, before wrapping her hand around it.

"I'm going to show you just how good I can make you feel." She gasps as her fingers flex teasingly on his shaft, her lips parted, cheeks flushed and eyes gazing adoringly down at it. Ben feels the heat of her breath against his cock, the warm wetness of her body as she draws it between her lips and pulls it deep within her mouth.

Her tongue runs along the sensitive head, swirling in hungry little patterns as she closes her eyes and moans softly into him. As Ben's breath catches, she begins to move her head along his length, sucking his cock with a skill that shows experience. But even more than experience, he feels as she takes him into her throat, just how much she worships him. Her eyes open to gaze up with a genuine submission that would scare him if he wasn't absolutely enraptured by it in the moment. This was the look of a woman who would give every scrap of herself to him.

She starts slowly, savouring him, worshipping him. Her lips tighten around the shaft as she pulls back, and Ben feels the hot wetness of her mouth pulsing and relaxing, her tongue toying with it expertly before she deepthroats him again. This time she lets out a soft coo of joy as their eyes meet, the catching of her breath starting a subtle vibration at the back of her throat that makes Ben's spine shudder and he can only groan, grunting, eyes clenched in ecstasy.

Callie pulls it out, only to speak to him, though she keeps it close to her lips, her hands massaging his cock in long firm strokes as she speaks, "God, you're so hard and long. You have no idea how much I want to take this into my pussy... but I guess giving you pleasure is more than enough for me..." With that her mouth descends down his length again as Ben moans in pleasure.

She starts rolling her neck which each thrust of her mouth. Each time, she goes a bit farther into her throat, until finally, she coughs. She pulls him out to spit, only to descend quickly back down. Her technique feels like it is designed to make Ben feel like his pleasure is all that matters, that he deserves this, that it is her purpose to use her mouth to milk him, to give him nothing but pleasure. She pulls his cock out to gasp again, "I want to taste you. Please cum in my mouth, I want to taste your love, Master."

Ben wants to say something about not knowing if he was her master, but his words die as a guttural groan of pleasure when she fully takes him into her throat again. Each bob of her head makes him close his eyes in bliss, every stroke a sign of her submission to him. He feels his cock grow hard, his balls pulse, and he knows what is coming. "I'm going to cum, god you feel so good..."

She pulls him from her throat, thrusting her head as much as she can as her hand rubs along his shaft. She is rewarded for her efforts when she feels him explode into her mouth. She moans in contentment and Ben moans, his hips bucking as he feels her drink every drop she is given. God, he felt backed up after the last couple of days, and it felt like every second more and more flowed into her wanton and needy mouth. She swallows every spurt, moaning into it hungrily, milking him before she pulls up, wiping her mouth dry with the back of her hand.

"Hmm, not bad. My master is quite a stud." With that, she crawls up, rubbing her breasts against his shoulder.

Ben, for his part, looks at her with a new found appreciation. "God, that felt fantastic. I want to..." He pauses, awkwardly remembering the chastity belt. No - offers of cunnilingus would do no more than frustrate the both of them...

"Well, we could try that new thing..." Callie says, smiling. And with that, she sits up, thrusting her breasts into Ben's face. "She said I might be able to cum if..."

One might think Ben would shy away as the woman who only a couple of hours ago had inspired a sense of dread in him thrust her body into his face forcefully, but no, his desire to in some way reciprocate the love shown to him causes him to latch onto her nipple, his hand finding her other breast, while his other rubs her ass. His tongue plays with the piercings that adorn her breasts, and she moans in deep arousal.

"Oh yes, your tongue feels so good. I could get addicted to this." Her sensitive breasts shudder in his face, but Ben knows that he needs to push it farther, give every little effort he can to push her over the edge. So, he swirls his tongue around her nipple, biting gently as his hand squeezes the other. He tries his best to make sure that both move and dance at the same time, in the same way. His other hand, on her ass, rubs it just as possessively, doing as much work to stoke her flame despite the easiest ways being locked away from him.

But there are two sides to such rapt, undivided attention. Ben feels Callie grab his cock which had grown back to a slight erection. Her hand jerking him off, as she coos to him, "God, you are quite the little studmuffin aren't you? Maybe they chose you as the Master for a different reason, getting so hard again so soon..."

For these words, he lets go of her nipple for a second, "I want you to cum. Are you getting closer?"

Callie only sighs, "I think Yuki might've oversold that change. Well, she said maybe it would be enough... Still, your tongue feels wonderful, please don't stop."

Despite the futility of his efforts, Ben redoubles them, hoping to prove her wrong, to push his efforts so high that the impossible happens. Still, while she strokes his cock toward orgasm, as she thrusts her breasts into his **** attention, the gulf between their states only grows more apparent. They both know, Ben is going to cum again, while the needy Callie will not cum even once tonight.

As Ben wants to stop, Callie holds him to her breast, "Shhh... I love giving you pleasure, and feeling your efforts to give me my own is great. Though part of the lifestyle is stopping early, in denying pleasure. In controlling my orgasms. So, don't think of me as a victim. Think of the belt as one more toy we're playing with tonight."

And with that, as he gently bites her nipple, as he squeezes the other and spanks her ass, he tries to show his dismay through pain inflicted on her, hoping that some masochistic leaning would be the key, but finds only himself cumming into her hand as Callie moans in pleasure. "God, it feels so good serving you. I hope I can be your **** forever..."

She pulls Ben from her breast, as she licks her hand of his cum. Soon she is again at his side, "Don't be angry, Ben. I enjoyed our time together. It might not be what I dreamed, but every moment with you is precious."

Ben is exhausted, but his words come out with a **** that feels like an oath, "I'm going to punish whoever did this to you. I'll never forgive them."

She rubs her face into his shoulder, "God, you make me so wet when you talk like that. So forceful, for me."

Ben still felt some reticence, some guilt over if he wanted to be her master, even though the pleasure had been so consuming, so undeniably erotic, but instead he is caught off guard by a yawn. His body, satiated and spent, pulls him toward sleep.

"I just want you to be happy." He sighs, his voice growing distant before his eyes lazily close and with that, Ben falls asleep. Despite her unquenched desire, Callie soon joins him.

Ben awakens to the feeling of softness surrounding his cock. He looks down, seeing Callie rubbing her big breasts along his hard cock, lube painting the skin between a shiny, tempting sheen. "Good morning, master. After showing so much love to my breasts last night, I felt that you deserved another round of service. I am your ever devoted **** after all. I hope you don't mind, but I grabbed some lube to help."

Ben just lies back and takes it, the soft pliable flesh alarm clock already too addicting to quit. He knows he will cum soon, and that Callie won't cum at all. He wants to stop her, to demand that he has had enough. But it's like trying to be angry at your **** dealer in the middle of a high. He is enraptured by the feeling of her breasts around his cock. Of the look in her eyes of such overwhelming happiness as she pleasures her love. Serves her master.

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