Some foreplay

"Now I want your hands on me at all times." Master states.

Instinctively, I put my right hand on his thigh and my left around his cock. Seeing his girth was one thing, but feeling it brings a whole new appreciation. "Is that good Master?"

"So long they do not leave my body. I don't want you touching yourself." His words emphasize my desire even more.

"Yes Master."

"Now pleasure me."

I wrap my lips around his tip as my hand works his shaft. My tongue circles around his glands as I wonder what exactly he wants. Looking up to his face, I see a smile, but that doesn't offer much of an answer. Does he want me to tease him, or does he want to cum right now? Maybe all he wants is for me to play this fucking guessing game in my head.

If I know one thing, it's that guys like variety in their blowjobs. With that in mind, I plunge down what length of his isn't covered by my hand. My head then bobs back and forth, to which he gives a purr. A sign of satisfaction. The satisfaction I crave. I can only imagine how that cock would feel filling and stretching and pounding my aching pussy. All I can do continue to pump my mouth on Master's cock at an ever-increasing pace, ready to hear his next words.

After a while, he says "Try and get as much inside your mouth as you can."

With his instruction ringing throughout my head, I move my hand down on his thigh. Next, I plunge down his shaft, inching his entire length down my throat. He might have a big cock, but I have a lot of practice. After a few seconds, I retract my mouth, with my drool spilling from my mouth.

"That good Master?" I ask.

"Very impressive. Stand up."

I shoot to my feet so Master steps forward, his cock rubbing the lips of my entrance.

"Close your legs around my cock."

My thighs hug the cock I desire so much. It's literally so close to where I want it, but I'm still being denied. Our foreheads meet as he looks into my eyes, a wolfish smile on his face. Then he starts to thrust, gliding his saliva-soaked shaft against my pussy. As I purr, he says "You know I thought you'd put up more of a fight."

I try to come up with the words. To stammer my way to something, anything, but words fail me. Have I disappointed him? Surely he won't deny me now.

"Don't worry my dear, I will take care of you. My safe word is Arrêter."

"Comment allez-vous prendre soin de moi, Maître?"