For me… That’s enough right now

”Actually, Arabella. I might just burst when you get your hands on me. I haven't been relieved since I used Mandy’s toy on you.”

Arabella giggles and gets on her knees. “No time for the master to work it out, huh?”

“Something like that,” you say, deciding it would be best not to mention your stripper game with Half-Gob.

Arabella wastes no time getting into your pants. She unbuckles your belt, undoes your button, and zips down on your fly. Arabella licks the flaccid form of your cock through your underwear. She rubs her face against the bulge, lolling her tongue again and again until you finally have enough blood flowing to your member you can manage a throb. She looks up at you, her amber eyes suddenly bright with electric mischief. “I wish we could spend every night like this. Just me and master,” she coos, sucking tenderly on the lump.

She grabs the waistband of your underwear and pulls down until your cock is exposed. Without using any fingers or hands, she slurps you into her mouth. She begins to bob, milking you with simple motions while using her cat-like tongue to stimulate you.

Your toes, still confined to their shoes, curl as you feel the first brush of naked contact. You let out a satisfied groan and roll your head around with an idiotic grin. “Ah, Arabella. There you go, baby.”

The words and slight squirm make her smile. Even without looking up at you, Arabella knows she’s doing her duties perfectly. She takes you in for a few more passes and nuzzles her nose into your balls. “Master’s so warm…”

You shut your eyes and roll your shoulders as you feel Arabella’s warmth soak into your package. Her spit slowly seeps down your crotch area as she tenderly licks random parts of your manhood. Left ball, right ball, shaft, tip, and even above where everything hangs. It’s erotic, to say the least, and made even more pleasurable as her textured surface drags turn into subtle tickles. You shiver, and a hard grunt boils from your lips.

Arabella looks up at you, her eyes burning with seductive energy. You see them just as you open your eyes. She purrs and nuzzles close to you again; this time, she starts sucking your base, gingerly taking your length into her fingers and palm. She closes one eye and starts kissing you, silently worshiping you as she lets her actions do all the work. Her lips curl in a slight smile, her eyes shut as she feels everything through her cheeks. “Master…” she moans between a long lick. “I feel your heartbeat.”

Through everything, even your own stimulated senses, you feel her, too. You make small comments about this, however. Instead, you grab her cheek and slowly guide her mouth back to your throbbing member. “You could feel a lot more than a heartbeat…” You suggest, closing your eyes again as you feel your tip getting sucked between her lips. The glands and slit are greeted by an eager tongue that washes in all directions, lapping up the seeping precum in the process.

A low moan emits from Arabella as she starts taking you deeper into her mouth. Her hands are on your sides, rubbing in warmth in massaging motions. Her eyes search for your eyes as they remain shut. You only open them when she feels her nails dig slightly into your sides. The burning ember of lust focuses on yours, and you feel yourself trapped in a moment of extraordinary lust as you return the glance. She visibly takes in inches without the help of her hands, which are still occupied massaging your torso.

You reach and grab a handful of hair and **** her down, but she doesn’t gag or recoil. Instead, she fights the grin that forms in the corners of her slutty mouth. Drool trails down your shaft when Arabella opens her mouth to lick the exposed meat still not yet inside. The sensation melds with the sight, and it’s almost enough to make you fill her up in a blink, so you pull out and use your own hands to pleasure yourself to make it last a little longer.

She breathes, her eyes watching her saliva flying around as you masturbate an inch away from her warm face. She licks her lips, desiring to be plugged up again. Arabella proceeds to stick her naughty tongue out, which you smack a few times with your man club. She flinches, moans, and begs for it to return. You tease her some more, wondering how much time has elapsed since this has started. Your eyes drift away from your amusing activities and land on the clock. It read 10:50, but you didn’t know when you began… You slap her cheek mouth, then stick it back in, only to pull it back out and repeat the process a few more times until she finally latches on.

You manually tug and push on her hair, alternating how fast she’s taking you. As you expected, she happily takes the speed you choose. You quicken the motion, encouraging her to work her tongue even faster. It’s orgasmic, so you pull out and proceed to slap her around with your sloppy erection for a few moments longer. Her eyes beg for it as his tongue wiggles beyond her mouth, and her mouth bobs. “Master… let me finish you like a good girl…”

Arabella stretches the tip of her tongue out to brush against your side length, and you cave into your temptation. You let go of her hair, and she slithers close to your member, taking you right where she wants you to be. She sucks you in and wastes no time stuffing every hard inch to the back of her throat. You hear her slightly gag when your head starts to curve down her gullet. This would have been pleasurable on its own, but paired with her other attributes, you find it utterly pointless to hold back.

She closes her eyes tightly as tears stream from the shut slits of her eyes. You lean your head back and move your hips into her lips; the movement, despite being a minute notion, is unexpected, and it makes Arabella’s eyes squint up as she fights the urge to gag.

The twitching of your member, joined by the change of your expression, Arabella knows you are close and presses you deep into her. The tip of her nose presses against the trimmed pubes of your crotch. You draw a deep breath and close your eyes, forgoing all movement to let Arabella do what she thinks would be best to pleasure you. The heat of your cheeks swells as her cheeks close around your perimeter. The smooth inner environment is enough to push you over the final edge.

When she looks at you, there’s a soft burning in her amber eyes. It’s controlling and full of energizing lust– it’s all that you need to finally get set off. Your chest tightens, and your balls contract, the final sense you can feel before you bite your tongue to stop your gasp from leaving your lungs.

Arabella swallows hard, flinching only after the third rope of hot jizz webs the back of her throat. It’s a hard but grossly intense feeling that she was longing for. She does everything in her ability to keep looking at you, straining herself intensely so she can maintain the sensual gaze on you. At the same time, you are emptied to the last drop.

Even when you are spent to the last flex, she continues to suck you dry, going as far as to lick your cock clean of leftover saliva and debris. It sends shivers up your back, and pleasure resonates throughout your whole system as you tremble, no longer holding back your grunting. "Is that all that masters requires of his dutifully faithful ****?"