“Oh my god. Cum already!” Kat shook his dick in her hand.
Arthur laughed. A genuine belly laugh that Kat didn’t seem to take too kindly.
“It’s a good blowjob.” Arthur assured her. “You’ve got the basics for sure.”
“The basics?” Kat pouted.
“You need more suction and to be stronger with your tongue. You also need to move your hand and mouth more than just the base and the very top. The middle there is going entirely unstimulated.”
“It’s not my fault I can’t fit all of you in my mouth.” Kat frowned.
“You haven’t even tried to throat me.” Arthur noticed.
“I’ve…” She stopped. “I’ve never done that before. I don’t know how. I’m afraid I’ll gag and throw up.”
“The key there is to swallow.” Arthur assured her. “As soon as you feel me pressing into your throat, just swallow, and keep swallowing. That will suppress the gag reflex and help your throat massage my cock. It can also help if you hum or moan while I’m in your throat. It causes a nice vibrating sensation.”
Kat looked at him for a second and sighed. “So I get an F in sucking dick?” She asked.
Arthur smiled. “Not an F.” He assured her. “More like… an incomplete. We’ll work on it.”
Kat sighed and pushed up from her prone position to sit back on her heels on the sofa. The sight of her naked body made his dick twitch.
“So what’s next?” Kat asked. “I feel bad. I couldn’t get you to cum.”
“Don’t.” Arthur said with a smirk. “I’ll cum before I leave. I promise.”
Kat smirked and shook her head. “So what’s next then?”
“Now I return the favor.” Arthur nodded. “Sit back, spread your legs.” Kat obeyed rather quickly. She put her left leg along the crease between the back of the sofa and the seats and let her right leg hang off with her foot on the floor. Arthur didn’t bother with the throw pillow but laid down between her legs and pushed forward until his mouth came to her lower lips.
She ran her fingers through his hair and gripped his scalp while he set to work. At first, his lips and tongue were the only stimuli he offered, but she was slick and ready for him. She was delicious too, which helped, even if her patch of pubic hair tickled his nose from time to time, and his strong exhale tickled her sometimes.
Still, it was only a few minutes of his tongue swirling around her clit, then widening and flattening it to her pussy, dipping into her, and bringing her juices up to coat it, continuously teasing, twisting, pressing, and playing with it. He could feel that she was at the edge by the gasping of her breath and the way her hips started thrusting into his face as she mewled like an animal. He reached up and grasped her tit in his hand, and that was it. It was as if he squeezed the orgasm from her breast and pussy. She didn’t scream at first this time but went entirely rigid, bending back and arching her entire body. Then she flailed, her arms grasping around until she grabbed the throw pillow, slammed it into her face, and screamed into it with all the strength she had left.
Arthur sat up, her juices still slick on his mouth. She didn’t seem to care. She kissed him, and her tongue probed into his mouth as they frenched. Arthur could feel his dick throbbing painfully against the sofa cushions beneath him. He held himself up on his arms and then pushed up as he brought his legs under him and stood, letting Kat collapse back, spread eagle, on the corner of the sofa.
“Jesus.” Kat gasped. “I get it.” She chuckled. “I get why Selene is so obsessed with you.”
Arthur glanced at his watch, noting how long it’d been since he started and the general time. He jotted down a few notes, keeping track of what seemed to elicit the strongest reaction from Kat while he worked down there and how long it had taken her to cum.
“Yeah?” He asked with a smirk.
“Yeah.” Kat nodded, her eyes happily closed as she rested against the sofa with a closed smile. “Doing this all the time? Just like every morning and every night?” Her eyes opened as she looked at him. “I can see the appeal.”
“Welcome to the church of Excalibur.” Arthur joked.
Kat giggled. It was a glorious sound and still surprised him. “I like that.” She chuckled, slowly bringing herself back to life. “That’s good.” She gave one last chuckle. “I’d kneel at that altar.”
“Does that mean you want a slave mantra of your own?” Arthur asked.
Kat shook her head. “No. I like our lessons. It’s our thing. Makes it special. Selene has her slave thing. That’s her thing. This is our thing.”
Arthur hadn’t thought of it like that before, but he agreed. It was very special.
“Okay.” Kat said as she stood up. “Sit there, in the middle of the sofa.”
“Why?” Arthur asked.
“Because I’m going to straddle you, ride you like a fuckin’ pogo stick, and you’re going to fuck me.” Kat explained, as though it should be self-explanatory.
Arthur laughed. “Not yet.” He shook his head. “First – we need to establish your punishment threshold.”
Kat’s eyes got wide for a second. She’d forgotten about that in her orgasm-fueled haze, but she didn’t protest. Well, other than her sigh and rolling her eyes. “Fine.” She said. “Where am I standing?”
“Stand to the side of the sofa.” Arthur instructed.
Kat moved to the side of the sofa, facing him and waiting for his next instruction. He gestured, but she didn’t move. He motioned again, and she put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. He sighed and moved forward. He grabbed her by the back of her hair and forced her down over the arm of the sofa. She pushed her hands against the cushions and then settled with her forearms under her against the couch seats. She was up on her toes over the round arm of the sofa, with her feet together.
Arthur kicked her claves apart, spreading her legs. He placed his hand on her ass, and she looked back at him over her shoulder with a fiery look of defiance in her eyes. She was daring him to spank her. He dared. He wound his arm back and swung forward as hard as he dared.
-SMACK!!!-
The first slap caught her square on her right cheek, and she shifted forward at the force of it. Her foot kicked up, and her hand reached back to cover her ass, but he grabbed her wrist and shoved it up to the small of her back, driving her shoulder into the cushions. She turned her head so she could talk, even though her face was being pushed into the sofa.
“Dammit. That hurt!” She said. “Too hard!”
“It was supposed to hurt.” Arthur reminded her. “This is to see how much pain you can take, not how hard I have to spank you before you can tell the difference between a light, playful spank and a forceful punishment spank.”
“Fuck.” Kat gasped. “Negative one. That’s the threshold. Yellow light.”
“Alright.” Arthur nodded and stepped back.
“Keep going, but go lighter.” Kat demanded. Arthur nodded and stepped forward again. He took her arm and pressed her further into the cushions. He didn’t answer, but his next spank on her other cheek was lighter.
“Am I supposed to count?” Kat asked.
“Yes.” Arthur nodded. “That was two.”
“I know that-” Kat’s retort was cut off by a third spank. “Three.”
-smack- “Four.” Kat recited.
-smack- “Five.”