Switching tactics, she flattened her tongue and laved with broad wet strokes, lapping up the length, swirling around the ridge of the crown, then slithering down to the base. Then she nibbled at the root of the shaft, soaking my pubic hair. Her velvety tongue slid wetly, lavishly, all over my scrotum till she reached the perineum and, once there, she buried her face between my thighs, thrilling me as she pressed nose and lips to my crotch.

I couldn’t stand much more of this maddening pleasure. My hands reached out for the girl’s burrowing head. When she came up for air, she went back to my shaft immediately, holding it in both hands, licking greedily, lapping generously all along its length till my upstanding cock was glistening with the sheen of her saliva.

Curving my hands to cradle her head, I ran my fingers through her thick hair, luxuriating in the silky tresses. I gripped her head while I rubbed my cock all over her face. Then I let her eager lips nibble on me, guiding her up and down my straining manhood, letting her lick her way almost to the top, but keeping her from reaching the sensitive underside just below the crown.

I heard my own whimpers from a distance as delicious waves of pure pleasure welled up in me, drowning out all else, as the slave girl continued her obsequious devotion, methodically covering every inch, working me over with avid lips and agile tongue, until she had me squirming helplessly, uncontrollably, driven to distraction by the exquisite feel of her unrelenting tongue. The feel of her lavish tongue sliding wetly up and down my shaft was so exquisite that I couldn’t help moaning, tossing my head back and lifting my loins toward her till I was arching my back as though offering her even more, wanting her to take my lust-swollen sex even more deeply into her hot little mouth. I arched my back; my eyes fluttered closed, a groan escaped my tightly pressed lips as I surrendered to the delicious waves of pleasure this sensual female was generating in my groin.