Protecting His Mistress (Kindred Tales)

“Oh, how awful!” Lilli breathed behind Karn.

“Yeah, our Lady Z there seems to be quite a piece of work,” he growled, nodding at her image on the liquid crystal screen. “Look—here come the bodyslaves.”

As they watched, five bodyslaves—all very well hung—came into the camera’s frame. Each of them appeared to be wearing some kind of covering over his shaft. Some of the coverings had raised bumps and ridges and one had tiny blunt nubs studding its surface.

“Those must be the ‘friction sleeves’ they were talking about,” Karn murmured.

“I guess so,” Lilli breathed.

At a signal from one of the masked women, the bodyslaves approached and took up positions behind their respective Mistresses.

“Is everyone ready?” Lady Zangelo asked.

“Just a moment—I must adjust,” one of the Mistresses said.

The bed’s height was such that it put most of the Mistresses in line with the cocks of their bodyslaves. But for a few, the distance wasn’t quite right. Several of them did something to the tops of their pillows—possibly manipulating some controls hidden in the fur. The pillows rose and got plumper or flattened accordingly, lifting or lowering the Mistresses to the right height.

“All right—all good,” one of them called.

“Good.” Lady Zangelo’s eyes narrowed in anticipation. “Then let the friction party begin!”

As if on cue, the five bodyslaves came up behind their Mistresses and did something which looked very much like penetration, though Karn knew that was strictly forbidden. It was hard to tell if they were actually inside their Mistresses or not, due to the angle of the camera which was recording the proceedings, but most of the women on the pillows wiggled and moaned in reaction to their bodyslave’s actions and several of them began issuing orders.

“Pok, rub faster,” one of them demanded. “I can barely feel you!”

“Use the vibration function,” another Mistress told her bodyslave. “Ah—that’s right—hold it right there,” she added, squirming against his thick shaft.

“What are they doing?” Lilli asked in a shocked voice. “Are they letting their bodyslaves penetrate them?”

“I don’t know.” Karn looked up at her. “Why—what do you think about it?”

“I think they…” Lilli broke off, her cheeks going red. “I don’t know what to think. Of course, you’re never supposed to let your bodyslave, er, do that. But…”

“But what, baby?” Karn murmured, catching her eyes.

“Um…” She pressed her thighs together and he noticed that her little pink clit—which had been hidden for a while after he licked her on the stage—was now beginning to peep out from between her pussy lips as though begging for attention again.

“Are you starting to feel the tingling again?” Karn murmured.

“Well…” Lilli bit her lip. “Maybe…maybe a little bit.”

“Do you need me to lick you again, baby?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low, lustful growl. He loved the sweet-salty taste of her little virgin pussy.

“I…I’m not sure if you should,” Lilli whispered.

“But you want me to, don’t you?” Karn asked. “Don’t you, little Mistress? Don’t be shy—you can tell me,” he added gently. “If you need me to lick your soft little pussy, just say so. You know I fucking love the way you taste.”

Just thinking of it made his shaft get even harder.

“You…you do?” Lilli asked, her big brown eyes growing wide.

Karn nodded.

“Couldn’t you tell by the way I was kissing your ‘panties’ earlier? Fucking delicious,” he growled. “And you must be in real pain by now. I’ve been touching and tasting you off and on ever since you woke up this morning but you still haven’t had a chance to come.”

“I am awfully tingly,” Lilli confessed haltingly. “I mean, it’s really driving me crazy.”

“Then why not let me lick you, baby?” he growled softly. “You don’t have to be ashamed. Just bring that sweet little pussy over here and spread your legs for me. Let me lick your hot little cunt until you come all over my face.”

“Oh, Karn…” Lilli blushed again but he could tell she wanted him to do what he was offering. “If…I mean, are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked softly.

In answer, Karn lowered the chair he was sitting in until his face was level with her tiny gold lace panties.

“Come here, little Mistress,” he growled. “Let me taste your sweet pussy again.”

Pulling her forward, he brought her pussy to his mouth and yanked the skimpy panties down and then off. They might be tiny but he didn’t want anything in the way of tasting her—and this time he was going to do it right.

This time he was going to lick her soft little cunt until she came all over his face.

“Oh!” Lilli gasped as he parted her outer pussy lips with his tongue and lapped her inner folds. She was hot and wet and trembling with need as he licked her. “Oh, Karn,” she moaned and he felt her clutching at his shoulders for a moment and then her fingers wove themselves into his hair.