Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Then he buried his face between my thighs and began to lap—long, hot strokes of his tongue over my outer pussy lips which felt amazing—though it wasn’t quite enough.
“Sir, please…” I twitched my hips appealingly. “Please, he put those drops inside me too—on my clit. Please, Sir…”
He looked up at me and I saw that his full-black eyes had gone full-red.
“I suppose you need me to spread open your soft pussy and lick inside you, don’t you, little one?” he asked in a low, hoarse voice. “Need me to give your hot little clit a tongue bath?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, biting my lower lip. “If…if you don’t mind.”
“You know I don’t fucking mind,” he growled. And then he spread me open with his thumbs, baring my slippery inner folds, and began lapping again, this time concentrating on my clit.
I gasped when he sucked my swollen little button between his lips and began swirling the tip of his tongue around and around it. Oh God, that felt so good and I was getting so close…
But before I could come, Sir pulled away, panting. His mouth and lips were shiny with my juices and his eyes were glowing a deep crimson.
“Gods,” he muttered. “You taste so good, little one—love to taste your soft little pussy. But I need…need to stop.”
“But, Sir,” I protested softly, tugging lightly at his horns. “He got those drops inside me too. Deep inside me!”
Sir groaned—the sound a drowning man makes when he’s going down for the last time. Then he wrapped his long, muscular arms around my thighs and split me wide.
“Open up for me then, little one,” he commanded. “Open your pussy for my tongue.”
“Yes, Master!” I moaned, arching my back and tilting my pelvis to give him better access. “My pussy is yours—do whatever you want with it.”
“What I want is to lap deep inside you to get rid of the rest of those damn eroticizing drops,” he growled.
And then he plunged his tongue deep into my pussy, filling me as much as he could as he licked me out.
Sir’s tongue was big and quite thick, owing to his size. If I hadn’t felt both his candalla and his cock inside me—well most of his cock—it would have seemed to be the perfect size. And it felt really good to have him licking me so deeply—so good that I moaned and arched my back, giving myself up completely to the pleasure of having him tongue-fuck me. But all the while I couldn’t help wishing for something thicker, something more.
I was close…so damn close, I thought. If he would just stimulate my clit, just a little bit more, I knew I would go off like a rocket!
Sir seemed to read my mind because one broad finger found its way to my aching clit and began to stroke and circle the tight little button. At last he was giving me exactly what I needed with no holding back! With a gasping cry, I felt myself tilting over the edge of orgasm as he stroked my clit and continued to fuck me deeply with his tongue.
“Sir!” I moaned, gripping his horns and pulling him down hard. “Oh God, yes…yes! Fuck me, Sir! Fuck me with your tongue!”
Sir’s answer was an inarticulate growl and he redoubled his licking and sucking, guiding me through my orgasm until at last I collapsed, nothing but a shivering, shaking mess on top of the big box where he had first placed me.
“Sir,” I gasped, letting go of his horns at last, feeling boneless with pleasure. “That was so good. Thank you!”
“You’re welcome, little one.” His voice was still hoarse, but he sounded more in control of himself now—which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. “Did I get all the eroticizing drops off of you and out of your soft little cunt?”
“I…I think so,” I said tentatively, raising up on my elbows to look at him. I was hoping he would say we had to stay together now, but the look on his face didn’t give me much hope.
“Good.” Sir nodded decisively. “Then it’s time to take you home.”
“But, Sir!” I protested. “You can’t just—”
Just then there was a sharp rapping on the door of the storage closet.
“Just a mern!” Sir called and hastily put his mask back on. It was a good thing he did because the next moment, Mister Takalook popped his head in.
“Ah, there you are,” he said to Sir. “I thought I saw you come in here. Tasting your new pet, were you? Well good,” he continued, before Sir or I could say anything. “Then she’s sure to be ready for the Pet Show.”
“The what?” Sir frowned at him.
“The Pet Show,” Mister Takalook said impatiently. “You know—the one you gave your legal word to participate in when you signed the contract at the door? The Under Road auction always has a Pet Show after the auction is finished,” he added. “It’s tradition.”