Sex in a dressing room (w/ Arabella) (Halloween 2022 Special)

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Arabella slowly gets on all-fours and crawls towards you. You shift your legs and spread your knees slightly as she approaches you like a bitch in heat. She stands on her knees and plants small kisses along the semi-erect outline of your penis through your pants. Her hands grab your ass and rub your thighs as she plays with your member teasingly, making it stiff through its cotton barrier.

“Master~?” Arabella whispers. “You get so hard down here whenever I touch you.”

Her lips are soft. You can feel that even through the denim. You throb and adjust your stance. “You have that effect. It’s why I’ve kept you around for so long.”

She giggles, now using her rough tongue to make your throbbing nearly painful. Her tongue is joined by awkward sucking, which leaves little spots of spit on your pants. She tugs on you from behind, making you step even closer. Her cheek is pressed against your lap, and she moans. “You don’t just keep me for my touch, though.”

Her words are labored but filled with lustful heat that you can physically feel brush against your cock. “You keep me because of how good I am at cleaning things. The counters, the tables, the bathrooms… your…co-ck~…”

You let out a shaky breath and let out all the air in your lungs in one deep breath. The sensation of Arabella upon you is enough to make every nerve in your body tingle with excitement. Your penis was no stranger to Arabella's mouth's warm and wet interior- always eager to taste and loll around you like a popsicle. You brush back Arabella’s hair and scratch behind her ears as they twitch with appreciation. “Should I take it out, master?”

“If you’re up to the task,” you tease, almost nervous that she’ll continue to keep you fully clothed. She sometimes had a knack for keeping you edged until you practically leaked on yourself. However, this time, she didn’t seem too keen on doing that.

Before you even answered with words or gestures, she worked on your belt and pulled your trousers down to your ankles. She stared at the bulge in your underwear with deep longing. Her cheeks were scarlet, and her eyes were large. She licked her lips with anticipation and sighed, pressing your dick with her hands. You felt the warmth of her palms and the elegance of her fingertips as they probed the girth and length, gauging its size as if this was the first time she’d ever had the pleasure of seeing it for herself.

The foreplay continues as she sucks on the tip through your underwear. The harder texture of her fox tongue rides the fabric as her moaning is carried gently into the room. It sounds nothing short of incredible.

Her slender fingers rub your sides, and she locks her eyes with you. She draws out the “M” in “master” as she works out the seductive tone for the question she’s about to ask you. “What do you want to do with me? Your favorite pet?”

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You stand up to her feet and press her against the wall, fumbling for a few seconds before finally getting a position where you can adequately insert your hard-on into her. Then, still in uniform, you pull aside her panties and find yourself inside.

Immediately, you feel her pussy. It seems like it never gets looser, despite the many times of **** it’s been put through. You forgo all role-playing attitudes and simply use her for your own personal desires now, and Arabella doesn’t seem to care.

She bites on her lower lip, desperately trying to keep her voice down as she lets you violate her pussy by ramming your hard cock into it. Every pass feels better than the last. You feel her cheap stockings and all the heat that is being put out from her body— she’s hot, and so are you.

“Mmm~!! Yes, master!! Yes!!!” Her voice comes out as pitched yet low. She’s cautious and knows you could get into deep trouble if you were caught like this, but it cannot be helped. “You’re going to make me FUCKING cum~!!! Oh, my god!!”

Just as she says it, she starts to tremble in her ecstasy. You tighten your grip and gasp. You weren’t expecting her to falter so fast. But, no matter the case, you aren’t finished with her. Not yet.

In rapid succession, you send your rod in and out of her tunnel, spreading her girl-juice all over your cock and balls, making her hole gaping and easy to access. Again and again, over and over— she yelps, squeals, and gasps at the sensation of being fucked against the wall. You grunt and gasp between every couple of thrusts but find yourself eager to listen to the sounds of sex and pleasure instead of yourself.

You lift her leg further up and change your stance, pulling her panties again, so there’s no unwanted friction between your mingling genders. Every time your bodies crash against each other, her breasts jiggle. You suck on her neck, stimulating as much of it as possible. Finally, her voice lowers, and she lets out a pathetic whimper. “My head is spinning~!! You’re making me feel too good to stay focused, master~!!!”

Arabella’s voice breaks into a loud moan for a few seconds, but she catches her scream at the base of her throat, and she swallows harshly before she renews her verbal indication of pleasure; whimpering with incoherent praises between the quick inhales of breath.

Meanwhile, you can feel her juices drip all around you, making your genitalia wet and your entire shaft drenched with her sticky honey. Then, finally, you lower her leg, let her support herself, and pucker her ass toward you for proper ****.

The sound of adult fun is suddenly loud now that Arabella is withholding her moaning; it’s still present, just no longer the star of what’s happening. You move her dress up and explore her beautiful plump butt. She’s warm, but you make them warmer by spanking and rubbing them together. “Fuck,” you murmur. “You feel amazing.”

You tug on her tail, trying to move it as it sways. The tugging and touching make her snatch tighter— playing with her seat usually has this effect, but you never got used to it. “Be careful with my t-tail master~!”

In response to this, you give a hard tug on her tail, sending Arabella into a fit, but she does not attempt to get away from you. She’s probably too weak to do anything else besides testing her endurance as her mini-orgasms rattle her nerves and mix her thoughts. Your cock is always playing inside of her insides, so she’s given no pause to recuperate.

Arabella’s tail is akin to a crank of intensity, which you constantly use to twist and curl. Every harsh or sudden twist makes her gasp, and her pussy tighten, clamping around your cock like she’s holding on to you for balance. You repeat this process until she’s quivering silently. Your rod is slick with substances that aren’t unique to sex but feels exotic nonetheless.

However, Arabella’s voice is unique, as it changes tones throughout the lovemaking session. It becomes pitches sometimes, while it is low at other times. Before too long, you even feel her purring around you, massaging your member whenever it’s plugged inside of her. It’s hard not to burst inside of Arabella at this point, but you continue to hold on nonetheless.

Her hands move as her body is rocked back and forth, working it into a steady motion of exquisite agitation. All of her emotions are getting mixed in one messy ball of everything naughty, eventually leading her to become incoherent with everything happening outside of the “dressing room.” In fact, you’re pretty sure that she is nearly senseless to anything else that isn’t you right now… You pull hard on her tail, reeling her back on your cock, sending yourself balls deep inside of her glorious pussy. She responds to this with a throaty scream and shivers and cums all over your shaft as your flex within the fleshy interior of her pinkness.

“M-master~!! You’re making my knees weak~!!” She moans, and you spank her ass, making it more pink than pale while you thrust into her. She jolts every time you hit her, but she only becomes tighter. “_Haah~ haa~ _oh, fuck~!!”

You haven’t yet admitted it, but you can feel yourself getting closer to your limit. You change how you handle Arabella and lift her leg again– you quickly thrust into her, sending her into a wild frenzy of lust. “_Yes, yes! M-master! Just like that! Just like that! You’re going to make me cum again! Master! You’re my master! YES! YES~!!_”

What started as deep hisses of lust began to boil out as real screams of pleasure; however, you don’t worry. Instead, you ignore any worries and fuck as if your life depended on it, letting her pussy milk your ridged cock.

Arabella still has just enough sense to quiet herself down so no one investigates her screaming, but this doesn’t make you slow down or consider doing anything else. Instead, you proudly rail into her as you listen to her hitched noises bubbling in her throat. You feel her walls still clamping around your inches as they penetrate deep into her. You also feel her breasts and thighs with your hands, loving how warm and seductive she’s become by simply being herself– there’s no more holding back now; there are too many emotions involved in this session. You swallow before exhaling slightly. You warn her you are about to cum.

Arabella gasps slightly, unable to answer due to all the stimulation and orgasms she’s had the last 5 minutes of fucking. She rests her head against the wall, moving her body along your cock every time it finds itself balls deep and flexing. You **** her around a little bit more, fucking her harder as you feel the first few spits of precum finding themselves inside of her incredible snatch.

Finally, after another 30 or so seconds, she murmurs something. You don’t understand it, however, so she tries again, this time with a voice. “Let me suck it out of you, master~! We shouldn’t get too dirty in something we haven’t bought~?!? Y=yet!!”

Knowing you won’t finish inside of her, you growl slightly. But, you heed her advice and peel out of her pussy, leaving it gaping and wanting. Arabella can hardly stand on her own two feet, so she falls almost immediately to the floor, becoming eye-level with your hard throbbing cock, wet with her juices. She licks her lips and stares up at you. Her face is scarlet with passion or maybe intense lust; you aren’t really sure which.

Whatever the case, she grips your manhood by the base and proceeds to jerk you at a moderate rate while sticking one of your balls into her mouth. You feel the harsh surface of her tongue washing each of your testicles before being fully enveloped and cared for. It sends shivers up your spine and your mind into a state of overstimulation. A throaty curse departs your lips, encouraging her to keep going– to slow down and focus her efforts, so she does…

… You hear the wet handjob squish and the sound of your balls in her mouth. You sigh and move your hips but find it more pleasurable to let her do what Arabella pleases. Her soft moaning and rough tongue work on your nerves. No words are exchanged, but moans and gasps are shared in the tight confinements of the dressing room.

“Faster,” you manage, knowing you’re about to finally fucking cum. “Suck my cock, Arabella.”

Your eyes meet, and the fire behind her amber jewels lights up with delight. Her mouth breaks into a smutty smile– it’s proud and full of happiness. It’s like she’s been waiting to hear that her whole life from you.

Teased. Stimulated. Toyed with. Your cock suffers more of this as it’s licked and lolled within the interior of her mouth by the naughtiest tongue you’ve ever had on it. Finally, you exhaled, holding her hair with one hand as you started unloading large amount of white fun into her.

Her head isn’t moving, but her tongue is lapping up every drop that shoots out. Your knees quiver and your face is flushed. Your eyes are lost in hers. Arabella then nods slightly before she closes her eyes and moves her head all the way down to your base, so her nose is pressed against your trimmed pubes. Her tongue snakes out and licks the middle of your sack, making you cum a second time– though not as big as the last load, it does achieve another small moan of pleasure to come out of her.

Slowly, she pulls back and leans her hand back, making it painfully obvious as she swallows your first and second loads. She purrs and hugs your waist. She breathes hard on your member, making it challenging to become flaccid. “What were we roleplaying about again?”

You smirk and help her to her feet. “Get dressed so we can let the next person come in and use this dressing room.”

Arabella sighs, slightly paler than usual. “OK…Master~!”