Thread: A maid for Ms. Devilla Roche (Devilla Roche and IntoThe Mystic)

At her first admonition David silenced himself. Even under normal circumstances 'Deanna' was the sort of woman he struggled to say no to. Under these circumstances? Good god. David felt so under her control at the moment that the thought of not doing as she asked never even entered his mind. Now, with him lying on the bed half undressed and her curvy, voluptuous beauty towering over him David sensed a change in her demeanor. No longer did she need to overwhelm him with a sexual fury as she did when she approached him in her seductive lingerie, all but ripping the clothes off of his small, trembling frame. It was as if she could now see the surrender in his eyes, his realization and acceptance that he knew she was in control and they were going to be playing by her rules. There was no mistaking that at that moment he was hers, and she could do as she pleased with him at whatever pace she desired. Oddly enough, David felt even more helpless at her removal of his pants, shoes and underwear than when she'd all but stripped him in a frenzy moments earlier. This pace now felt like a form of slow torture, as if she was purposely taking her time with him now just because she knew she could. David knew it was only a matter of moments before his 'unveiling' and that there was nothing he could do to stop it. His breathing was erratic, his gaze alternating between watching her work and simply gazing at the ceiling in disbelief, waiting for the inevitable. A quiet gasp escaped his lips when he felt his cock being revealed to her gaze, his sense of inadequacy in comparison with this vixen spiraling even deeper. Mercifully, benevolently, rather than derisively mocking him she was kind and complimentary. David knew she was lying, still, he appreciated it. Thank you, he said, a noticeable sigh of relief coming from him even though he knew she was only being polite. Her hand felt as soft as the finest silk, her mere touch enough to cause his eyes to widen and moan softly. David felt as aroused and hard as he'd ever been in his life, but even now his length barely would have measured 4. David then groaned as his small, hard quivering cock was suddenly enveloped in velvety soft, moist warmth. He looked down in disbelief and saw how she had taken the length of him in to her mouth with ease. When she began to hum David whimpered then groaned, Oh my god...., his eyes beginning to glaze over in pleasure. His small body began to move, his slender hips writhing on the bed. David was not accustomed to this kind of pleasure, his head soon mindlessly lolling from side to side. The pleasure was building rapidly, too rapidly, his body becoming feverishly hot. Ms. Jackson..... Deanna..... oh god, so good...... that's sooo good...., he moaned. His body was quivering, his hips now trying to rhythmically lift up and down off the bed. Realizing this degree of pleasure was far more than he was capable of handling he began warning, Oh god..... please..... s-slow down...... stop....... wait........I'm getting too close....... The last thing he wanted to do was to humiliate himself by prematurely orgasming within just moments of being in her mouth. Ms. Jackson....... please..... s-stop for just a minute.........., his voice now slightly more pleading. Now, David found himself in a battle with his body, trying to hold back the orgasm that was now rapidly bubbling up inside him and nearly ready for release.