-Are you ready? – asked the master.
-Yes… – I said a little unsure. The master’s cock was large, and I was worried that in this position I would be very painful. He must have understood my concern, so he added:
-Don’t worry, we’ll start gently. – He said as he plunged his cock into me.
It felt different, and I had mixed feelings about her. Looking at the reflection of us in the mirror on the wall, I imagined myself as a savage woman from a barbarian tribe my mother had told me about as a child. Master Arvin became more and more active, slamming his cock into me, and I, in turn, began to move toward him, trying to get his cock as deeply as possible.
The bed beneath us creaked rhythmically, and the man’s balls hit my clitoris with a characteristic pop. Judging by the sound and my sensations, there was still a lot of sperm in them, and I knew perfectly well that the man would not let me go until all of it, to the last drop, had poured inside me, so the best thing I could do was to help make it happen sooner. Remembering what else I’d heard about this position, I reached back and began to stimulate them, determined to enhance Arvin’s next orgasm. The master froze for a while, but when he realized what I was doing he hummed with satisfaction and continued to fuck me, not caring about any tenderness, coming out of me and then slamming his cock into my body.
All this was accompanied by my diligent moaning, I teased him by overexciting him and then slowing down so that he didn’t cum too soon, but as soon as my master started to get bored, I continued to wiggle him, playing with his balls and moaning like a whore. My master quickly realized what I wanted and approved of this game, then acted gently, then came out of me completely, and then drove his cock up to balls, which gradually swelled and grew heavier, letting me know that my idea had every chance of success. Anyway, it couldn’t go on like this forever: Master Arvin finally started cumming with a long, loud groan, filling me with warm and thick semen, which this time was so much that when he pulled out his cock, it was still flowing down the inside of my thighs and I couldn’t wipe it all off for a long time. It looked like he had loaded every last drop inside me, just like I wanted, and he was very happy about it.
-Charlene, you’re a very good wench. – said Master, catching his breath and starting to clean himself up.
I thought ironically that in this he is no different from any other man: if you can feel his cum inside, you’re very good, and I wistfully remembered the times when I’d been a very bad one. I hope someday they’ll come again. He found his wallet and paid me in gold for all my services, leaving a generous tip.
-Thank you, Master Arvin, come again whenever you wish, I will be happy to serve you. – I told him, smiling.
– Of course, I’ll come, and it’s thanks to you, you’re as gorgeous as ever. – He replied, and then went to bed and fell asleep, while I went to the barrel and began to clean myself, washing off the sperm and the filth of the inn in particular and the world in general.