Tom immediately reacted eagerly. He felt the warmth of her labia and the wetness of her pussy as he nestled his cock in the valley of her thighs. She was so hot, so wet, so inviting. He could feel his precum dripping onto her soft skin. It was like he was being drawn in by her magnetic force, unable to resist the call of his goddess.
She reached back, her hand finding his cock, and began to stroke it with a firm but gentle touch. "Mm, that feels good," she said, her voice a purr. "But remember, you may release only as I say so."
Tom groaned as her right hand found his balls, cupping them firmly. He could feel her fingernails lightly digging into his sensitive flesh. It was a reminder of her power, of the control she had over his body and his desires. His eyes squeezed shut in an effort to focus on anything other than the exquisite pleasure she was giving him. The right hand abruptly pulling on his scrotum so that with one fluid motion his rod slides into her. Tom is overwhelmed by the sudden wave of pleasure, gasping for air. His whole body shakes.
Louise squeezes with her right hand in his balls. Followed by a couple of firm slapps. "I want you to stay still and as deep as possible in me." With every word she hits his balls again. "Do you understand?" Louise did not waited for his answer and immediately puts a vibrator on her clit, which she conjures up.
Tom nodded, his eyes watering slightly. His cock was buried deep inside her, the head pressing against her cervix. She was so wet that he could feel himself sliding in and out of her by every little movement of her hips, despite her tight grip on his balls. Each movement was like a delicate dance, bringing him closer to the edge without allowing him to fall over. It was like riding waves of pleasure. He had never experienced this kind of feeling before. He felt a warm glow take hold of his entire body. Slowly tingling grew in his cock, more and more. He slowly felt it throughout his body. Waves of ecstasy. It lasted for minutes, without really getting ready. A kind of trance. Louise's vagina pulsed, the muscles contracting around his cock in a rhythmic pattern that sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He hadn't expected it, but his body responded instinctively, his hips pushing deeper into her. She felt like a vice around him, a warm, wet, pulsing vice that was driving him crazy. He could feel her getting wetter, her arousal building with each pulse. Her breath grew ragged, her moans grew louder, and her grip on his balls tightened.
"Oh, Tom," she breathed, "You're going to make me cum."
He felt her hips buck, her body tense, and then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her back arching, her hand clenching around his balls so hard that he saw stars. But he didn't move. He remained still, his cock buried deep inside her, feeling every pulse of her climax around him. It was as if he was part of her, a living extension of her pleasure. To see so much pleasure in her was like seeing him cum himself. He had never seen her cum like this. So raw, so naked, so vulnerable.
As the last tremors of her orgasm subsided, she released his balls with a satisfied sigh. "Good boy," she said, her voice filled with praise. "You're doing so well. It is such a lovely feeling to feel you still deep inside me throbbing."
Tom had done as she asked, but he was still so close to his own release. His body was tense, his cock begging for more, but he knew he had to wait. He watched as she turned slowly onto her belly, relasing his cock in the air. He couldn't help but admire the way her cheeks spread slightly, revealing the tight, pink rosette of her vagina. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as she reached down and parted her ass cheeks with both hands. She was so open, so inviting. The sight of her exposed like that made him want to bury his face in her, to taste her, to claim her in every way possible.
"I want to be taken by you, Tom. Fuck my brains out!" With a sly smile, she looked back at Tom.
He took a deep breath, He positioned himself behind her, his cock standing tall and proud. He took a moment to admire the view before him: her plump ass cheeks, her wet pussy. With a gentle touch, Tom lined up his cock with her pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the anticipation thick in the air. He leaned over, planting a kiss on her neck and slowly sink into her. The feeling was exquisite, her pussy wrapping around him like a warm, velvety glove. He could feel her juices coating his cock with each stroke, making it easier for him to slide in and out of her. She was so wet, so ready for him, and he was going to make sure she felt every inch of his love.
Her screams grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her pleasure. She pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust with one of her own. Her body was a symphony of sensations, a maelstrom of pleasure that was threatening to consume him.
He could feel the muscles in her pussy clench around him, trying to pull him deeper, trying to keep him there forever. Tom moaned, his voice hoarse with need. "I need to fill you up. I want to give you everything I have." A week's worth of pent-up lust surged through him, a week of denied release that had left his balls swollen and heavy. He knew she enjoyed his desperation, the way his body responded to her every command. It was a dance of power, and she was the master.
She smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. Louise half-turned with her upper body and grabbed his face by his chin. "Then fill me up with your full blue balls."
Tom felt his cum creeping upwards, but crazily his body blocked as if waiting for a final permission. Almost a command. He knew this was a new level of submission, one that would push him to his limits, but he was eager to please her. He pushes his hips into her cheeks, burying his penis as deep in her as he possible can. Desperately, he looks questioningly at Louise.
She understands he is waiting for her command. After a week of training, he is her cumslut. Completely surrendered to her, his princess. His initiative issued to be there for her. For her enjoyment. And she had enjoyed it. A week of discoveries, of the overwhelming feeling of power. And not over him but power over her own lust. A kind of freedom she had never felt before. His cock had once been a nagging signal of her duty as a wife. A task. In a week, it had become a world of opportunities to explore her own pleasure. To be taken gently in her or fucked hard. Only to feel pure lust without having to do anything too. And it was his turn, her knight. For all the dedication he had shown in the past week. Her eyes bore into his, a fiery spark dancing within them. "Then release, my knight," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress. With that, she let go of his chin.
Tom's cock quivered, and with one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her. The warmth of his cum filled her, a testament to his love and devotion.
She felt his body shudder against hers as he climaxed, his breath hot against her neck.
The room was filled with the sound of their mingled moans, a symphony of passion and submission. As the last of Tom's orgasm pulsed through him, he collapsed onto her back, his cock still buried deep inside her. She could feel his heart pounding in time with hers, the sweat on his forehead trickling down onto her shoulder. For a moment, they lay there, entwined in a silent embrace, basking in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy.
This was what she had made him do, this was the power she had over him. Her Knight, her devoted servant, had given her everything he had. She felt the cum dripping out of her, taken hard like a real slut. She felt whorish and at the same time never so lovingly desired. She felt like a true Princess.
