But to give in to her need would only result in having her needs denied.

She took refuge in discipline and the need to please her master. The more she did for him the better the odds of receiving a sweet reward.

To that end, she concentrated on the lovely cock in her mouth. She slowed her pace, making love to its full Length with her Lips and tongue. She let all but the pulsing head emerge from her mouth, and ran her tongue around the sensitive glans over and over again, until her master's hips were twitching upward helplessly.

“Witch," he muttered hoarsely. "You've enchanted me."

She smiled around him, then unexpectedly swooped down the length of his cock, running her tongue along the underside of his rod.

"Oh, God," he said. "Maria..."

She felt the changes in his body, and knew his time was close. As he tensed under her, she waited in joyful anticipation. His cock swelled in her mouth, the muscles at the base of his phallus pulsing strongly.

When the first spurt of his semen hit the back of her mouth, she closed her eyes in rapture. She swallowed as his throbbing manhood delivered burst after burst of his seed, his essence warming her belly as she took it inside her.

Slowly, the quaking aftermath of his climax subsided. She swallowed one final time, then cleaned him thoroughly, only letting him escape from her mouth when he was shining damply with her saliva.

“That was very good, Maria," he said. His voice was slightly hoarse.

"You can, if you like, take off your shirt."

In moments the garment had been torn off and was flung into an empty corner. Now unconfined, her breasts hung, down, her nipples fiery points on her chest, trying to drag her down towards her lover. His hands settled on her sides, then slowly crept higher, towards her ribcage. She bowed her head and shook in anticipation.

"And," he sighed, his voice Low, slow, and teasing, “you can touch me, if you want to." She felt her breasts gathered up in his hands.

Without taking the time to thank him, she spread her legs and sat on his face, her nether Lips placed directly on his mouth. For a long, excruciating moment, her master did nothing. Then his mouth opened

At the first Lick, she opened her mouth and screamed in rapture.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jeremy asked uncomfortably as Sarah dragged him into her bedroom.

“I mean, we did sleep together earlier today. But should I be spending the night in your room?"

“Probably not," Sarah said. "But at this point, I don't care. I need a man, Jeremy. And since Daddy is probably doing the horizontal mambo with Mom right now, you're elected." In moments she had taken off her clothes and was Lying on her back. She held her legs apart, her knees in her hands, allowing her channel to gape open Lewdly.

“Come on," she urged, "pull your dick out. I know you're hard for me. Stuff me full of it. Come inside me."

Jeremy blinked and stopped taking his clothes off. He shuffled backwards, his shorts around his ankles, feeling vaguely ridiculous. He shook his head at his girlfriend. "No. Not until you tell me what's wrong.”

“Nothing's wrong,” she snapped.

“God, what kind of man are you? Or is it Althea that you want? Decided you'd follow her around like Yasna, hoping she'll give you a pat on the head? Or on your cock?"

Jeremy opened his mouth, stung by her anger, then slowly closed it.

“It's Althea, isn't it?" He sat on the bed beside her, pulling her into a sitting position.

"She's too beautiful," Sarah moaned. As if a cable had been snapped, she slumped in his arms, her cheek resting on his chest.