Master is a bit strained

"Master is feeling strained this morning pet," you say, leaning back and showing Noir your zipper which is nearly exploding from the pressure put on it from your throbbing organ, "help your master relax a little."

Noir's eyes are instantly glued to your package, her long tongue snaking just past her furred lips to run along the edge, "oh master, pet is sorry that she hasn't noticed this sooner." Noir slowly edges just a bit closer, resting between your outspread knees as she begins to work your zipper with nimble digits, "will master allow his pet a different taste to make up for it?"

You grin, possibly enjoying this far more than you had anticipated, "what was that pet? I don't think master told you to do anything yet." Noir froze, her actions having progressed just far enough to allow your throbbing hardon to spring from your pants, nearly smacking Noir in the nose for her efforts.

"Master," Noir moaned, her hot breath breaking upon your sensitive flesh as she spoke, "please let your pet take care of her master, please let your pet serve you."

"And how will your serve me pet?" you ask, feeling her panting increase as your heavy musk invades her nostrils.

"Oh master, let your pet suck your cock, please let her feel your thick hardness slide between her lips and down her throat as she fucks you with her mouth. Oh please master let your pet feel her master cum in her mouth so she can swallow all of her masters delicious seed," Noir's heady comments sending your dick into a brief jerk of lusty surprise. You can see Noirs tongue slip from her mouth, moving forward to lick your shaft but stopping short, waiting on bated breath for your answer.

"Suck your master for all you're worth pet," you say, seeing the desire and relief in her face as her tongue immediately licks your rod from bottom to top. You feel her slick wet muscle curve and swirl around your shaft, crawling from the base to the tip in a slow, corkscrew motion. You fail to restrain your quiet moan of delight which causes Noir to double her efforts, her tongue curling around your entire shaft and stroking slowly, her slippery muscle becoming a surrogate hand as she lovingly pumps your cock.

You stare down at her, attempting to corral your moans as she returns your gaze, coyly looking through her lashes as her mouth gently closes around your bulbous head. You bite back a sigh of ecstasy, the wet heat of her mouth pure heaven as she slowly begins to slide down your shaft. You can feel the slight sharpness of her fangs gliding down either side of your dick, the bony points rubbing harmlessly against your sensitive skin while her tongue continues to squeeze your staff with gentle passion.

Slowly she lowers her mouth down your length, her tongue seeming to memorize every ridge and bump along the way, before she finally comes to the end of her mouth and the entrance to her throat. Still gazing up to you she seems to smile, her tongue squeezing your shaft possessively as she forces herself down further, your head slipping past the tight muscular ring of her throat. You can't it as your entire body tenses, a sharp gasp that escaping your lips. You feel pleasure unimaginable as Noir continues to slide you down her throat. Finally she rests nose to stomach with you, her tongue continuing to rub and grip as her throat pulses around the thick invader in slow swallows.

You try to hold it back but it's useless as a throaty moan comes from your lips, one of your hands uncurling itself from your chair and coming to rest on the silky black and white hair of Noir. At your moan Noirs eyes shine with light, her lips turning up slightly in a small smile as her throat ripples around you with a deep swallow. Your head falls back in pleasure with your fingers tighten in her silken locks, just barely allowing her to slide off of your shaft. Noir quietly pants, regaining the air she lost as she gently laps at your twitching head, "does master like it when his pet swallows all of him?"

Your fingers comb through Noirs multi-toned hair, feeling the fine strands draw along your skin like silk. You grin down at Noir and pleasingly growl, "Yes, my pet is doing a very good job." You aren't lying, with only one down stroke she has almost gotten you wild enough to take her with reckless abandon...