Australian Holiday
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 6: slave jason
The trio traveled the rather long route to the west wing. This was
where Lady Mowbray maintained her personal and private bedroom with its
adjoining study.
"Enter," answered the Mistress of the house upon hearing Sarah's gentle
knock. "Thank you girls, you may retire."
Jason was once again alone with the new center of his universe. Lady
Mowbray's eyes devoured the bound man's nude form. Before he averted
his eyes, Jason caught a fleeting glimpse of his Goddess. Her flaxen
locks were tied back into a ponytail by a candy apple red scrunchie.
It gave a severe bite to her creamy complexion but elegantly
highlighted her ivory neck. To him she seemed a paradox. A certain
kind of feminine intensity seeped from her pores.
Lady Mowbray had changed out of her kimono into an oversized cotton
t-shirt with matching jade green knickers. She was barefoot. Her
luscious hourglass figure made Jason swoon. She had curves in all the
right places and when she was in close proximity, he felt his heart turn
into apple sauce. He was especially fond of her rump and could not
describe the sensations that he felt while in her presence. Sure there
was trepidation, fear even. But there was something else, something
deeper. Even Jason could not comprehend it.
Jason suddenly realized how horny he was. His testicles hung heavy
and low and his erection had not subsided since he stripped to his
birthday suit. He had not had a regular role in the hay for about two
months. Before this current madness, Jason decided to devote his full
resources to work and was even too tired for masturbation. His vacation
was a job requirement, so he decided to unwind overseas. He used the
money (that was originally earmarked for moving to a bigger apartment)
for his travel expenses instead. Jason just couldn't find the right
apartment. He was a perfectionist. Ironically, he now found himself
living in the biggest of houses.
Jason normally had no problem attracting women. Unfortunately, they
were all too often the wrong kind. Bimbos, airheads - Jason had them
all. But, to him, these "girls" were just empty calories. He never
really experienced a real woman.
The Barbie dolls in the local joints always were attracted to his type:
boyish, but rugged enough, well-groomed short dark brown hair, clean
shaven. Jason was not overly muscular but was proud of his runner's
body and tried, always, to lose more weight. Lean and mean, he was fond
of calling it. His body was not overly hairy either, just a thatch of
dark chest hair tapering down to his privates.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," cooed Lady Mowbray.
Jason stood barefoot on the plush white carpet with his hands still
chained behind him. He stood in front of the bureau, where the twins
left him, his knees leaning against the velvet cushion of the bench.
The leash hung from his neck as he chewed on Susie's soiled undies. He
looked down at his engorged cock and bloated testicles. Again, a
string of seminal fluid traveled from the head of his penis to the red
velvet below. It was hardly noticeable but the young man did not want
to anger his Ladyship by defiling her furniture. He especially did not
want to experience the taste of the infernal cattle prod again.
Embarrassed, Jason desperately looked for something to clean it up.
Realizing this was a strategic impossibility, he moved to the other
corner of the room, ignoring his transgression.
Lady Mowbray entered from her study with a book which she then placed on
the nightstand. Jason couldn't see the title but it was a hardcover.
She approached him with a condom and rolled it down his penis. She must
have somehow witnessed his "accident." At her bed, she pulled the
comforter away and placed it on a chair in the corner. Finally, Lady
Mowbray sunk down into the thick mattress which was covered in champagne
colored silk sheets. It struck Jason that, at this moment, her Ladyship
reminded him of a simple college girl with her legs tucked up to her
chest and her nightshirt pulled over her knees, her head buried in a
book.
But Lady Mowbray did not forget her slave's presence. For just a
second, she lifted her nose out of the book and curled her index finger
at him. Like a magnet, he followed her hand as she patted the sheet
between her legs. Soon, Jason and Amanda resembled some sort of
hedonistic sculpture. She, supine with her legs bent and spread and he,
between them on his knees with his hands under lock and key. Lady
Mowbray reached forward to remove the Lycra strap and pulled Susie's
panties from Jason's mouth. She grabbed his leash with her other hand.
"You may pay homage to my female essence now slave," Lady Mowbray
intoned. "You know, how do you Americans say it? Eat me out."
Jason looked into the sea that was her eyes and quickly fell forward
onto his shoulders. It was awkward, but he managed it without falling
on top of his Mistress. Amanda raised her pelvis and pulled her t-
shirt up to her flat belly. That's when he realized that she was nude
below the waist. The sight of her buried treasure took Jason's breath
away. Jason breathed in her natural musk as she casually stroked his
hair like she might pet a dog.
Jason prepared for the task at hand for he never did this to a woman
without the use of his hands. "I'll have to be twice as good to
accomplish half as much," he thought ridiculously to himself as his
brain went into overdrive. But if his brain was in overdrive then his
cock threatened to break the sound barrier.
Jason began by nuzzling Amanda's inner thigh. It was already warm and
moist from body heat. He timidly started to place tender kisses all
over it. Soon, he traced the tip of his tongue along her thigh toward
her pussy and back down again. The bedroom suddenly seemed more humid
as Jason collected Amanda's sweat with his tongue and swallowed it. He
repeated this on her other thigh then gently licked his way along the
crease coming to her fragrant womanhood.
Jason nuzzled Amanda's bush with his face and lightly brushed his lips
over her slit. From Jason's vantage point, all that he saw from
between her legs was that damned book. She wouldn't even give him the
satisfaction of pretending to feel pleasure. That did it. He would
force her to reveal to him that the experience was pleasurable. Maybe
not with words, but she would eventually admit it.
Jason again brushed his lips over Amanda's slit. He then planted them
right on top and kissed gently. The captive slave savored every minute
of this, for all that he went through was now worth it. Her smell, her
taste - Jason wished it would remain on his lips forever. He used his
hot tongue to separate Amanda's pussy lips and swabbed up and down
between her dampening folds.
He sensed that she was responding so Jason started to kiss Amanda's
pussy harder and again ran his tongue up and down between the pink
layers of flesh. Like a dog, Jason used his head to coax his Mistress
to open her legs wider and she responded, face still buried in the
hardcover. He quickly pushed his tongue in and out of her sultry
pussy, then slowed down deliberately. Up and down the length of
Amanda's pink lips ran Jason's tiring tongue, with nary a peep out of
the woman. He made gentle assaults on Amanda's clitoris and the book
began to wobble. Her clit began to get a tongue bath as Jason was
determined to please his Mistress even as his own cock threatened to
cut a hole in the mattress.
The sole of Amanda's left foot started rubbing the bedsheet as Jason
continued his humble assault on her divine flesh. It soon began to
torridly grind the sheet, popping its corner from the mattress. Her
legs began to quiver and Jason took Amanda's clit in his hot mouth and
started to suck, first mildly then he pretended to try and swallow it.
Lady Mowbray writhed and tried to suppress her moans. She lifted her
hips as an orgasm approached. Jason almost fell out of the bed as he
could barely keep his balance while she clamped down on his head. Like
a rodeo cowboy, his hungry mouth held onto Amanda's clit during the wild
ride.
Before she barely had time to recover, Jason urged his soft tongue
underneath Amanda's clitoris and began to tongue fuck her sopping pussy.
His neck stiff, Jason greedily swallowed her vaginal secretions which
sated his thirst but not his libido. Jason lost count after her third
orgasm, but greedily lapped away as her honey flowed freely.
Sated, Lady Mowbray stretched out languidly and purred. Her hardcover
was on the floor and her slave was still between her legs, his face
shiny and red. Struggling, Jason got back up on his knees as his eyes
drank in the Goddess before him. He licked his lips as his swollen cock
jutted obscenely in front of him.
