"Look I'm sorry if you weren't brought up with the correct versions, but this is the authorised version, how it happened, sort of. And no interrupting or I will punish you!"
"How will you punish me master? Will you beat me?" she asks with a grin.
"I might just do that. But bible first, fun later." He continues quickly. "Okay. One day Danielle was out walking in the forest when she stumbled upon a rather sad looking lion."
He clicks his fingers, and a half lion mask covers his upper face complete with wet nose and whiskers. His clothes disappear at the same moment and he comes closer to the head of her bed.
"The lion had a prick in his paw, and was so distracted by it he couldn’t hunt or feed properly." He holds his cock, and squeezes it, it rapidly swells and gets harder in front of her face.
"Danielle felt sorry for the lion and decided to help the lion by sorting the prick for him." A snap of the fingers, and the right hand wrist restraint lets Vickys hand free.
Vickys hand immediately grabs his cock, stroking and caressing it, until she could see it pulsating hard.
"You must pull the prick hard to get it out, then suck on it to cure it," Arroway adds.
"Yes master." She tugs hard at his cock, and it comes off in her hand. A shocked look briefly crosses her face until she remembers where she is and that it doesn't matter. She holds the cock up to her mouth and starts licking the top like a big ice lolly.
"Mmmmm. Yes that’s right, suck on it now, soothe it," Arroway tells her and then walks around the table and stands in front of her pussy.
"Later the lion repaid Danielles kindness."
Vickys eyes watch his face as he says this, she has his cock deep in her mouth, and her tongue lashes the underside it as she gentle sucks. She noitices that his tongue is poking out of his mouth slightly. After a few seconds more his tongue is lolling out like a dog out of breath or perhaps like a big cats. The tongue is about 6 inches long now, and Vicky sucks hard on his cock as she realises how she's going to be repaid.
Arroway lowers his head towards her groin, and gently touches the tip of his long tongue against her clitoris. It feels rough and she jumps at the sudden sharp contact and bites down a little on his cock.
"Bhey , be bearful," he admonishes her, lions tongues aren't meant for conversation. He shows her what they are meant for. Her mouth is too full for more talking anyway.
The tongue is rough against her, not like a human tongue at all. He laps at her pussy, from the bottom to right over her clit, opening her up her lips a little more with each upward pass. Now shes expecting the roughness it excites her more and her juices start to leak from her moist crack. She feels his cock in her mouth throb more urgently as the taste of her excites him. He puts the tip of his tongue in the entrance of her pussy, his wet nose pressing against her clit, and he pauses a second. The moment of anticipation sends a shiver through her, then slowly she feels his tongue enter her. It slides in easily but the roughness gives her added thrills as it caresses her inner walls.
She starts to buck up and down wildly and cums before the tongue has penetrated more than a couple of inches. The orgasm counter flips down again to 9462.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmupppppph," her muffled sounds of pleasure vibrate his cock in her mouth and she feels him start to cum as well. His tongue penetrates her deeply now and moves rapidly with his own excitement. Then he squirts into her mouth. Part of her mind thinks this is strange for some reason, but mostly she is too concerned with swallowing his semen to worry. Globs it fill her mouth with each squirt and his frenzied actions at her pussy make her cum again as well.
The orgasm counter flips down again to 9461. Arroway has stopped cumming and Vicky gently sucks on his rapidly shrinking cock, but he hasn't finished with her yet. His tongue retracts then fills her again and again, his wet nose and whiskers tickling her clitoris, until she cums a third time and the orgasm counter flips down again to 9460.
He stands and looks a second at her sweaty body. His tongue hangs out long still, and he's panting from the exertion. Clicking his fingers, he's suddenly back to normal in sweater and jeans, Vicky barely notices her mouth is now empty, as she lies back exhausted.
"Well, thank you Vicky for solving the lions problem, a lesson well learnt I think," he smiles at her.
"Yes master, but maybe we could do it again another day so I don't forget it?" she asks.
"Maybe, maybe, but for now goodnight my love pleasant dreams," and with a click of his fingers is gone.
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To Be Continued...
