Cock-sucker

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He answers the door in beautiful crotch-high Wescos a chest harness and leather shorts - with a beautiful grin splitting His handsome bearded face, holding my collar open and ready in His hand. It feels so good to be back 'home' - to simply let go of the incredible stresses of a working-week-from-hell and to let everything dissolve into simply being His 'pup'... 

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With the click of the lock around my neck, i sink down onto all fours - give a deep moan at the feel of HIs warm hand stroke the back of my head and trace down along my back. My muzzle is filled with the warm tang of His boot leather: the smell makes me drool with hunger, and it is not long before the pup in me is waggling its shiny rubber butt whilst it laps and licks and moans away into the leather and from under His cleated heels...

He indulges me for while - lets me feed upon His boots whilst He strokes my head and croons encouragement - then finally clips a lead to my collar and leads us both up the stairs and to the playroom. 

He unclips the lead and at His simple hand-signal i leap up onto the couch - eager and ready to serve Him as i shuffle backwards and tip my head over the edge with a grin. The leather mound of His shorts tastes so beautiful as i trace the line of His cock with my tongue - feel it pulse with life and arousal. i rub my beard and chin against that hardening curve - breath in the scent of leather and Manhood; my hands reach around and down to stoke the smooth leather stretched over His arse - i find the rolled edge of His boot-tops where they nudge the top of His thigh, and gently work my fingers between them and the curve of His butt cheeks. Whilst my mouth and beard are absorbed in the taste and sensation of His tightly constrained meat i let my hands roam at will across His back, stroke His lats, tease His nipples.

Finally He pulls down the zipper - lets me gently work His meat from its leather confines with my tongue and teeth. i breath in the heady smell of leather and musk - and feel my hips helplessly grind my rubber encased cock into the air in answering arousal.

i tease the length of His meat with long slow licks from a flat wet tongue - tracing the ridge under His cock from balls to glans and back again. Feeling the texture of His skin, from the many-folded ridges of His balls to the thickly veined length of His cock - the tautness of his frenum and the sweet satin smoothness of His glans. Watching a glistening bead of precum form - and then delicately catching it with the tip of my tongue: gently smoothing its sweet wetness around and across the rest of His head whilst He moans and shudders in pleasure.

He tells me to climb down from the bench and i sink down onto my knees before Him - i show Him my devotion and arousal by covering Him in kisses: showing His flesh and His leather equal devotion and love. He pushes me down onto His boots - lets me work my face into the leather - i feel the cleats of His other boot upon my kneck and groan with pleasure as He pushes me down: pins me between them in breathless surrender.

He finally lifts His boot and lets me carefully work my way up His boot leather and back to His cock - a long wet trail of puppy-drool linking boots and Manhood in a line of love and arousal.

He unclips the chain lead from His belt - reaches behind me; i feel the click as He attaches it to the ring on my chest harness, then the tightening of the chain as He fastens the other end to the leg of the couch - He growls down at the eager look on His dog's face as it feels the restraint and strains against it towards Him: knows that its hunger is deepened from this sign from Him that it is under HIs control until He decides otherwise.

Restrained, the dog returns its attentions to His cock - lets itself lose everything in the perfect and infinite moment of loving and serving Him. Not using my throat this time - just my tongue: long and thick, muscular and mobile, gently licking and probing and testing and teasing - relentless and mercilous: a muscular probosis probing out my Man's juices and sweet nectar.

Hearing His voice - breathing a moan of my own against His flesh in response:

"Do it - make it happen boy"

Allowing my senses to become totally absorbed in the taste and the feel of Him - all but lost in the sensations - letting my instincts take over and allowing my consious mind to drift. Allowing that instinctive self to become totally focused on the nuances of His responces and reactions: the pulse in His cock-head, the subtle movement of His hips, an involuntarily in-drawn breath or a tightening of His hand against the back of my head - letting those signs guide my tongue to tease and carress Him to ever greater heights of pleasure and arousal - pushing Him closer and closer to orgasm with just my tongue. 

i feel Him start to tremble - hear Him gasping, laughing: "What is He doing?!" 

Keeping Him on the edge is now my one goal. My tongue is relentless, mercilous: rippling and twisting around and beneath Him - probing and teasing, flicking and massaging - long and wet and muscular. i tempt and tease - keep changing the rhythm and focus of my lapping - never quite giving Him enough to push Himself over the edge and into release. He pants and grunts, gasps and shudders - His hands clench and relax against my head, i sense that He is fighting the urge to push me away so He can get respite, yet is too caught up in these overwhelming sensations that He does not yet want to end...

But finally i relent - reach up and gently stroke along underneath His balls and perineum;  a sensation that i know will be the final touch. He gives a shuddering breath and His hands hold my head still. 

He finally cums in shuddering gasps and helpless shaking.

i eagerly swallow and lap up every sweet beautiful drop of His cum - but then i still don't stop: even though i know that He is always painfully sensitive afterwards. Instead i fasten myself tight around Him, my tongue teasing and carressing until He is laughing and giggling - and shaking so hard that He can hardly stand up...

His reaction is so intimate and intense that it feels like i share His orgasm within my own throat. It is the most beautiful gift - and the greatest reward i could ever wish for.

He finally finds beath to gasp that it is "Like being fucked by a limpit!" - and i finally have to let Him go in breathless giggles of my own.

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He later tells me that it was the Best Sex He has had. Ever.


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