Satin Sleigh Ride

The young man moaned. "Please, Master, please."

The count palmed the buttocks, spread them, lifted them, and settled the young man's channel on his cock. Recently taken already by the cock, the footman's channel settled down on the shaft with little trouble. Using the leverage of his feet, the count began fucking slowly up into the channel. The footman sighed and ran his fingers through the satin material of the robe the count still was wearing.

The count moved the young man's right arm to behind the count's back and twisted the footman's body slightly so that he could get his lips into the hollow of the young man's neck. The count's left arm was supporting the young man's back, with the fingers of a satin-gloved hand stroking the nipple of the footman's left breast. The count's right satin-gloved hand was stroking the young man's cock.

The count stroked slowly and deliberately, both with his cock and his right hand, while licking and kissing the young's man's neck and encouraging the carotid artery to plump up.

The footman dozed and sighed and rubbed the satin robe with his hand—and, peacefully, came from the satin-handed stroking of his cock.

This was a signal for the count to increase the speed and intensity of the cock stroking and to suck hard on the young man's neck.

At the first spouting of his ejaculation, the count growled and sank his fangs into the carotid artery. The footman gave a little cry and his head lolled to the side, exposing his neck even more conveniently for the count. Spurt and deep suck. The footman's body jerked, and he ejaculated again inside the now-sticky satin grip of the count's right hand. Spurt and deep suck, and the young man's eyes closed and he was purring.

Spurt and deep suck.