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“Yes
Master, thank you Master.”
I lifted the tunic he was very big. Gorean men are very big, typically up to twice the size of the earth average. Also Gorean men are thick but unusually straight & naturally circumcised in appearance. How I loved the men here.
“Oh Master, how magnificent you are already.” I gushed
He didn’t reply, I didn’t expect him too, but immediately began kissing and licking his shaft & glans. He tasted ever so slightly of sweat & beer. But more of salt & seawater, the men often swim at the beach in the late afternoon. Especially the guardsmen & soldiers of the garrison. I suspected he might be a soldier from the sturdiness of his sandals, but this was no concern of mine anyhow. When he was soaked & glistening
I began to lick & suck softly on his frenulum causing him to shiver. Then I wrapped my veil around his head & slowly took him into my mouth soaking the slippery fabric to his form.
He gasped in pleasure, I was profoundly thrilled. The fabric, slave silk is so sensuous & utterly distracting on the erogenous areas of the body. So clearly designed only for sexual pleasure. No wonder it is the only clothing permitted to us, clinging maddeningly at my lips, my nether lips, at my nipples, on my curves.
Fabric for one who is submissively for another pleasure, who is owned & punished if that pleasure is not loving & totally satisfactory. With each suck & intake of breath I took him deeper inside me, until he was fully inside. His testicles cupped and massaged gently in my adoring fingers.
I was totally absorbed in serving him, only vaguely aware of the wetness between my knees that seemed to have turned my upper & inner thighs into a wet sticky mass of hot helpless need. All directed upwards into my oral service of him. I was in a rapture of submission to pleasuring my master.
Slowly I began to suck & lift my mouth up his now throbbing shaft & then lifting myself over his lap, while still kissing & sucking his glans, pressed my breasts around his exposed & soaked shaft. He sighed again. I began to massage him upwards into my mouth with the fibre & texture of my cleavage through the silk of my apron. Above me I heard him take a gulp of his drink.
His other hand resting in my hair.
Behind me I could hear the drum beat of the dancers he was watching & feel his body swaying slightly in time to the rhythm
of the two girls. The upward motions of my breasts were already unconsciously in harmony with his movement & my sucking & kissing lovingly in sync downwards with my body.
He permitted me a kindness, reaching down and resting my trembling fingers on his arms. I was soon clutching his strong arms as in between my kisses & sucking I whimpered & moaned softly but uncontrollably.
The noise of the tavern was just a blur against the rhythm of his body & mine, against the drums & presumably the dancers. The dancers are frequently & violently raped in the course of an evening. But not permitted to orgasm, until the end of the evening when they are gang raped, by whoever wishes to fuck them. I had no idea how long I
fellated him for, sometimes as long as half an hour, sometimes even longer.
Then abruptly I felt stiffen and spasm for just an instant then swell and erupt in my mouth. My instinctive gag reflex pulled me back, but my hair was now firmly clenched in his hands. Some men enjoy holding you firmly all through fellatio, some only at the point of ejaculation. I love the latter, that sudden forceful domination not that anybody took any notice of my preferences. He pressed himself deeply inside me, filling my mouth, gagging me, on his thick cum. He was ramming my face with violent pelvic thrusts Then just as I thought I might choke. He pulled himself free of my lips & spurted thick wads of his seed all over my face, my breasts and even my belly & thighs. Then he pushed himself back into my mouth & continued to spasm in thick bursts. I was choking now, straining to inhale & exhale desperately through my nostrils, as they started to fill up too. I was panicking
now & rising..
Then will a final grunt of pleasure he stopped coming. He pulled out of my lips & snapped his fingers. I dropped onto all fours at his feet, my mouth full. Gorean men are extremely virile & come copiously. I was not permitted to swallow without permission. He sat back, still watching the dancers while I choked in tears at his feet.
Then he looked down “Swallow slut” he said dismissively.
Still choking & spluttering now I gulped down quickly.
“Thank you Master” I sobbed gratefully at his feet.
He passed no comment for a couple of minutes or so, still watching the dancers.
I waited, in silence.
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