"I am so very glad you never deny me, pet," he smiled, as spooling fingers of silver moonlight danced over his face.
His smile turned into a slightly evil and demanding grimace as looked at her kneeling down in front of him and then pulled her close to him by the hair, pressing her face into his groin.
He lent back and let out a soft groan, as she brought her lips to his sex, having opened his trousers and tugged them down to his knees.
Her mouth took him in dutifully, with her eyes wide, looking up at him. She knew that he loved to see her, gazing up at him, knowing her place.
The moon was quite radiant that night as he pressed her down by the big oak tree. And she felt radiant too as she resumed her work, plunging his prick into her mouth until the rhythm lulled him into silence, punctuated by the occasional moan and the clenching of his fingers in her hair.
Trying not to tear up as her gag reflex came into play, she looked up at him again and then let him slide slowly from her mouth. She clasped his shaft, releasing it slowly, slowly, until just his cock head was embedded between her lips.
She was rather tempted to nip playfully, but decided to lick instead and was rewarded by a further moan and the feeling of being possessed as his hands played in her hair, gripping it and tugging it until she was drawn to absorb his prick into her mouth once again.
She enjoyed serving his need, loving all the motions of service and surrender, in the cool night air. After all what good would resistance do, given she absolutely loved being his cock slut.
In fact she was wholly captivated by his prick and loved the freedom that he allowed her to exercise in pleasuring him.
Although she knew that she was not free to do exactly as she wished, she was content with that state of affairs. In belonging to him, she sacrificed her own immediate pleasure for the added delight of pleasing him first.
His hand closing on her hair jerked her away from her thoughts and back to the reality of service. She loved it when he took control of her and she became a mere fuck toy to be used to accentuate his excitement.
He stared down at her and pushed her hair away from her face, wanting to see how she was making love to his prick beneath the shadowy canopy of the oak.
"You are a sweet cunt," he sighed, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations her lips afforded him; "my sweet cunt."
A cloud crossed the face of the moon and plunged them into darkness, but neither of them noticed. He was too busy acclimatising himself to the lips that were so obligingly wrapped around his cock to worry about lunar phenomena. She was too busy concentrating on taking him to the point where he would spurt his semen into her mouth: her reward for service.
"I could eat you," he grinned down at her. "And I would this instant, were it not to mean the loss of your mouth from my prick."
She looked up at him in silent agreement as he shunted his prick in and out of her mouth, using her as she had grown accustomed to being used under his direction.
"I so like the thought of spurting my seed into your mouth, cunt," he observed, punctuating each word with a further thrust and a tug to the brunette's hair, feeling her wanting him more and more, but not wanting to end this episode yet: such sweet contradiction.
The cloud passed and liberated the moonlight once more. He could see lust flashing in her eyes and wondered how wet her pussy was.
Reaching down, he pulled up her tee-shirt. Then he started to caress her breasts. He pinched the nipples tightly and slapped the tit flesh lazily, marking her bosom his. At the same time, he leant back indolently against the tree and let her take over the pace of sucking his engorged member.
"There is hardly anything that could be better than this," he determined, pulling his prick from her mouth and then pulling her up, so that her tits pressed against his prick. "All the same a titty fuck does come close."
"You are a quite the wicked man tonight, sir," she scolded him, despite loving the fact that she loved it when he used her breasts as a pleasure treat.
Sighing theatrically, she pushed her breasts up and enfolded his prick between them. And as she enjoyed the heat of his member, she quietly confessed her delight: "I admit that I do like the way you fuck my tits, sir."
"Of course you do. It gives your tits fresh purpose," he remarked assuredly, tilting his head down towards her; "but, that was a sweet admission on your part."
"I'm glad you approve," she blushed and then brushed long strands of brown hair from her face.
"I do."
"I hope that you can be trusted to take full advantage of me and my purposeful tits," the girl giggled, as she clamped her breasts around his cock.
"Oh, I think you can be certain on that score," he sighed. "I may even have to come over your tits rather than in your mouth at this rate. And don't pout: you know you love any usage of your person by your owner."
