Harem House - Selene Pt. 09

She nodded but moved toward her bedroom. When she returned, she had a small square pillow that she put under her, and then she lowered herself to the sofa. She nearly went cross-eyed looking at his cock, but gently started stroking it. "I don't know if I can get this into my throat." Kat warned him.

"Try." Arthur encouraged her. "That's what this is about. It's less about getting me off and more about seeing what you can do."

"Okay." Kat nodded. "I'll give it my best." She shook her head, but she lowered her mouth to his tip and gently started kissing, licking, and then sucking as she drew him into her mouth and slowly pumped him with her hand while she did it.

It was a slow, almost relaxing blowjob. It was a far cry from the hoovering Arthur received earlier, or the facefucking Selene enjoyed giving him. Kat's approach seemed to focus on the head of his cock while her left hand gripped the base and jacked him strong and steady. She switched hands after a few minutes and kept going. Her tongue swirled around his glans and curled against the underside of his cock as she came up, never letting the mushroom head of his cock slip past her lips. Her eyes glanced up to his after a few minutes, and she saw his relaxed smile as he rested back against the sofa. She raised an eyebrow at him but kept going, and going, and going. It wasn't until her jaw started to ache that she finally lifted her head up off him and sighed in exasperation.

"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."

-smack- "Six."

-smack- "Seven."

-smack- "Eight."

-smack- "Nine."

-smack- "Ten." Kat sounded almost bored by the time she reached ten, but she went a little rigid as she felt his fingers rub against her ass rather than spank it. Then his fingers dipped between her spread legs and probed her slit, pushing her clit even harder against the arm of the sofa. She was slick, but now she was aware of it.

-Smack- "Eleven." Kat continued the count. The wetness on his fingers had made it sting a little bit, and it felt stronger than before. Just a little.

-Smack- "Twelve." Kat continued to count all the way to -Smack- "Twenty." His fingers dipped into her again, and she relaxed a little, moaning into the pillow.

Her ass was a canvas of red, with most of his strikes coming directly behind her. Now he changed the angle so that the strikes came from directly above, still alternating cheeks with each strike, and this time a little stronger than the previous twenty.

-SMack- "Twenty-one." Kat gasped.

-SMack- "Twenty-two." Kat's thighs squeezed together a little, and she pressed her crotch onto the sofa arm to escape the force that rubbed her clit indirectly.

-SMack- "Twenty-three..." All the way to -SMack- "Thirty." Kat sighed. "How many do I-" She cut off as she felt something else probe against her entrance. It definitely wasn't his finger. It was a lot thicker than that. She looked behind her as best she could, but he still held her wrist in one hand and didn't let her turn far.

"Are you ready?" Arthur asked. "I'm going to fuck you while I spank you."

"Oh god, finally." Kat shuddered at the thought of it. "Let me use my hands to brace?"

Arthur let go of her wrist, and she brought her hands under her to pick herself up a little and brace herself against him. He pressed against her from behind, and she could feel his tip part her lips as her slick juices soaked him as he pressed against her. She shuddered as he slid slowly in, then gasped as he brought his hand up to strike the underside of her ass even harder than before.

-SMAck- "Thirty-." Kat gasped as he slid in just a fraction of an inch more. "-one." She finished the count.

-SMACk- "Thirty-two." Kat clenched her eyes and groaned, pushing back against him to push him further into her than the tantalizingly slow slide he seemed to want to maintain. She didn't gain much purchase, but she felt he'd moved further in than before.

-SMACK- "Thirty-three!" Kat shuddered as she felt Arthur start to slide out and then back in. "Oh my god. Arthur. Please. FUCK ME." She shuddered just saying it. "Pin me down and fuck the shit out of me right the fuck now!"

-SMACK- "Oh my god! Thirty-Four!" Kat yelled. "Please." She whined.

-SMACK- "Thirty-Five." She gasped as he rammed into her this time and then grabbed onto her hips.

-SMACK!- "Thirty-Six!" Kat yelled as she winced at the sudden flair of pain from the smack that came stronger than before.

-SMACK!!- "Yellow Light!" Kat yelled. "That's it, that's the limit!" She gasped out as Arthur continued to fuck her. With her pain tolerance established, he did just as she hoped and focused entirely on fucking her.

The next few minutes were a blur as he sawed in and out of her, never entirely withdrawing. He fucked her hard and fast, shoving her face into the sofa cushions to cut off her screams as she tried to keep up with the count. Every time he withdrew, he spanked her, shifting direction and alternating cheeks. By the end, her ass was hot red, her legs were soaked with her wetness, and she'd screamed her way through another orgasm without reprieve.

Finally, when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Kat felt his dick spasm inside her. She arched her back and head up with a sudden intake of breath as he filled her. She clawed the sofa, dislodging the cushions, and as she reared up, Arthur reached forward and grabbed her by the tits. She came again. Her whole body seized, but she had no air left for a scream. She silently gasped out, flailing until she felt Arthur's strong arms take her up and hold her tight so that she didn't hurt herself. She spasmed against him, milking his cock with her insides for all she was worth, and then she collapsed.

She woke up looking up at the ceiling of her living room. She could feel the sofa cushions under her back, with one leg sliding off the floor. Arthur was kneeling next to the sofa, a glass of water in his hand.

"Drink this." Arthur told her.

She tried to sit up a little but felt dizzy, so she stopped part way through.

"Deep breaths." Arthur warned her.

"What happened?" She asked.

"You uh... you passed out." Arthur said. "I don't think you got enough air during that last orgasm. You were only out for a few seconds, but still." He looked worried, but Kat could hardly imagine why. From where she lay, the world felt the best it ever had, even if it was a mess between her legs.

"Thank you." Kat said with a smirk. "I'll be okay. I just need to catch my breath." She smiled. "Thank you, Sir."

"You said that already." Arthur pointed out. "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm on cloud nine right now." Kat assured him. "This is exactly what I needed. I can't wait for our next lesson."

She reached for him and cupped his face in her hand. "Do I get a grade on fucking?"

Arthur smirked. "B minus."

"B Minus?!?!?" Kat yelled as she bolted upright.

Arthur laughed. "Don't worry. We'll just have to keep practicing."

Kat rolled her eyes and playfully smacked him with a pillow. "You're afraid I won't fuck you if you give me an A?" She chuckled. "Don't worry. Something tells me I'll need that kind of fucking regularly for a while. Selene was right; the stress relief, all of it, I feel amazing." Kat sighed.

"Speaking of Selene..." Arthur looked toward her front door. "With your evaluation over, I should really get back."

"Not yet." Kat shook her head. "Can we..." She hesitated for a moment, then sighed.

Arthur seemed to intuit what she wanted without making her ask for it. He nodded, climbed onto the couch behind her, and laid down. He held her close with his arms wrapped around her and his head on the arm of the sofa. She felt small in his arms and warm against him, with the heat coming off her ass cheeks bathing his cock in a comfortable warmth that was both stimulating and relaxing.

Neither of them meant to drift off, but they were so comfortable, so at peace, and so exhausted that they had little choice in the matter. Once their eyes closed, it was a matter of hours before they opened again.