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Natalie took in a deep breath of his scent, her nose pressing against the underside of his cock as she sucked on his balls one at a time.
He moaned, his cock twitching as she lapped at his heavy sack, his balls full of cum.
He was still asleep. His morning relief usually fell to Margot or Jessica, but today it fell on her.
Natalie blushed, hearing him moan in his sleep as her teeth lightly grazed against him.
She knew how often Margot pleasured him with her mouth, but Natalie had avoided it. It seemed so barbaric, but with her pussy still sore from last night, she had reconsidered, lapping at his balls just as Margot had told her.
Then, as his moans got more pained, Natalie stopped sucking on his balls just as Margot had said. All she had to do now was wrap her tongue around his tip, and with a few pumps of her hand he would cum.
Natalie’s mind wandered to another trick Margot had explained. “Or better yet, wait, and let his cock soften a bit.”
“Why would you stop?” Natalie asked in confusion as they cleaned the kitchen.
“Well… he won’t cum, and then you repeat.” Margot had replied with a smile.
Margot went on to proudly inform her that her record was 5 times before he came, waking only as she swallowed his load.
It was ridiculous, hearing Margot recommend to delay him from cumming. When Natalie asked why, Margot just smiled, not bothering to tell.
Natalie awoke from her thoughts, realizing her mind had gone blank and his cock was already softening.
Cursing herself for accidentally doing just as Margot said, Natalie lapped at his cock, watching it slowly return to life.
Glad she managed to get it up again, Natalie let out a sigh of relief, his cock resting against her face as she took a deep breath of his musk.
She could feel how slow her thoughts were getting, her reasoning lowering with each breath of his potent pheromones.
Natalie started rubbing her face up and down his cock as she spent a quiet moment feeling the weight and the heat of his meaty rod, each breath fogging her brain more as her lungs filled with his scent.
Only when his cock began to soften did her tongue lap out again.
She ran her tongue up and down his length, staring up at his sleeping face.
Maybe it was payback, for the amount of times he made her cum over and over despite her begging for him to stop.
Maybe she wanted to delay starting the day, avoiding her chores.
Or maybe, she couldn’t think of anything else she wanted to do more than worship his cock.
Once again his soft moans turned painful, and she saw his balls contract, her tongue pulled away, watching and waiting for his cock to slowly fall.
She smiled, thinking of beating Margot’s record. This wasn’t so hard, Margot just wasn’t patient enough.
Again his cock dropped, and her lips wrapped back around the tip as she slowly eased it to the back of her mouth, back and forth along the full length of her tongue.
It was quicker this time, the twitch that signaled he was about to cum.
Except as she pulled her head up, a large hand pushed her head down.
Natalie looked up into his stormy eyes, clearly clouded by sleep and lust.
Without skipping a beat he shoved his cock down her throat and came. Natalie panicking as she choked on his cock, cum filling her throat.
She panicked, tapping his legs as tears formed in her eyes. After a moment, she could see the realization in his eyes as his hand fell to the side.
Natalie dislodged his cock from her throat as she lifted her head, coughing up the cum that didn’t go straight down into her stomach.
She felt him grab her, holding her, an apology coming from his lips as she focused on her breathing.
“I thought you were Margot.” He said after another moment.
“I have brown hair.” Natalie replied, seeing the slight smile on his face matching her own as she thought of how ridiculous this situation was. Giving him a blowjob, and getting so lost in it for so long.
“I know.” He replied, a rare smile on his lips, “I just… never get them from you and didn’t realize.”
He never lied, so she had no need to doubt him.
Natalie laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes, “how was I?”
“Perfect.”
She looked at him, not expecting a joke, only to see a completely serious face.
“You were perfect.” He repeated, kissing her.
“I’m dirty!” Natalie pulled away wiping her mouth, embarrassed by incidentally dirtying his lips.
He placed another kiss on her lips in reply, as if to say “I don’t care”.
Their foreheads coming together after their kiss as she stared into his eyes. She couldn’t help but let out another small laugh.
“What?” He asked, half a smile creeping back onto his face.
“Nothing…” Natalie replied, having truly no clue why she did, it was just the situation as a whole that made her feel like this.
A moment later he picked her up and carried her into his bathroom. Natalie wrapped her legs around him as he walked, only uncrossing them after he set her on the counter.
She watched as he started the water for the bathtub. She stayed quiet, blushing as he did what they normally did for him.
Once the tub was filled and full of suds he came back over, picking her up into his arms and getting into the tub with her.
She tried to protest as he grabbed a rag, but a sharp glare reminded her, despite the momentary embarrassment earlier, he didn’t care for useless protests.
He cleaned her face first, wiping away the cum and spit. Then he lifted each of her arms, cleaning every inch of her skin.
Focused on his task, he spent no extra time around her breasts, cleaning them with care but not spending any more time than her arms as he moved on down to her stomach.
He pushed her to the other side of the tub, lifting her legs as he washed them both, the rag running between her toes as he cleaned every inch of her skin.
She held the sides of the tub as he pulled her back into his embrace. Rather than having her turn around he instead had her press into him, her back arched as he cleaned her back, all the way down to her bottom.
“Turn around.” He commanded, and Natalie listened, not knowing if he intended to wash her hair or— “Hnng!” she moaned as he rubbed her pussy with the soft rag.
With her back to his chest and one of his arms around her waist, she couldn’t pull away as he cleaned her privates for her.
Natalie let out a labored breath, her arm reached back behind her head as she held his shoulder.
He cleaned from between her thighs, up past her neatly trimmed patch of pubes, the rag at some point falling from his hand as his fingers entered her.
Natalie moaned, her gasps echoing off the tiles of the bathroom as he played with her pussy,
“Mast…er— please.” She whimpered.
Her plea fell on deaf ears as he made her cum, her hips shaking in the water as she caused waves in the tub from her thrashing orgasm.
The hot water and soap soaked into her skin, and her core was weak from her orgasm. Leaving Natalie lying against him without the strength to even lift a finger.
He absentmindedly played with her breasts as she breathed, her realizing he was in no hurry to get out of the bathtub, or to stop playing with her body.
She blushed, realizing she might get no chores done today after all.
Author’s note:
Hey all! I feel like our Lord Damon’s personality got a bit lost here, I made him too expressive, but otherwise I love this scene.
I flip-flopped on which of the maids would call him lord vs master, or if at the beginning they would call him lord and slowly switch. So please ignore any time they call him lord/master and choose which one you like better!
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