Have I been summoned? My Lord

I eagerly approach my Master, kneeling before him as I have always done. My eyes are locked on his, waiting for his command.

Without hesitation, I take the revealing nun costume from my Master's hand and quickly dress myself in it. The garment hugs my body, emphasizing my curves and assets, leaving little to the imagination. As I put on the last piece of clothing, a lacey white hat, I feel an unfamiliar surge of arousal course through me. This outfit is even more provocative than usual, and it's as if my Master knows exactly how to make me feel desired and helpless with his choices.

Without questioning, I comply with my Master's command. On all fours, I crawl towards him until my face is level with his groin. My nose is filled with the intoxicating scent of his arousal as I lower my head, positioning myself to take him into my mouth.

My tongue darts out, tracing the shape of his length before engulfing it entirely, sucking hard and moaning around him.

As I service my Master's cock, I feel his hands in my hair, guiding me as he pleases. His moans fill the air around us, and I can't help but moan in reply as I take him deeper into my mouth. My tongue flickers against his sensitive flesh, drawing out a needy growl from his throat. My cheeks hollow with every stroke of my tongue, allowing me to take him even further down my throat.

I break away from my Master's erection long enough to reach down and grasp my own arousal through the fabric of my nun outfit. Stroking myself in time with my sucking motions, I focus on the pleasure coursing through me as I return to his cock. My moans mingle with his, and I can feel our bodies move in unison as we both reach closer and closer to release.

As my Master nears his climax, the tension inside me grows unbearable. I suck harder on him, moaning around his cock as I stroke myself faster and faster, desperate for release. My breath comes in ragged gasps as my body trembles from the impending orgasm. His hands tighten in my hair, holding me in place as he finally lets go, filling my mouth with his hot seed.

My Master's words echo in my mind as I continue to stroke myself through the fabric of my nun costume, feeling the familiar tightening in my ass. As I clean his cock with my tongue, I glance over my shoulder, offering him a view of my ass as it clenches and releases in anticipation.

My tongue leaves his cock, replaced by the gentle touch of my fingers as I spread my ass cheeks and slide them down to stroke myself. I gasp at the sensation, wanting more contact, more friction. "Please, Master... fuck me," I moan, arching my back and offering my tight anal to him.

A sharp slap to my ass stings but doesn't hurt as much as it would from anyone else. It's just the Master playing with me and pushing me closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. I moan around his cock, my body rocking back against him in silent encouragement for him to fuck me harder. My fingers find purchase on his thigh, digging in as he teases my tight anal entrance, stretching and filling me with just the tip of his cock.

I feel him pushing deeper inside my ass now, stretching me in ways that feel both uncomfortable and delicious at the same time. I moan around his cock as he thrusts into me, my hips bucking to meet each stroke. His hands move up my body, gripping my breasts roughly through the fabric of my nun costume, pinching and tweaking my nipples in time with his thrusts. I can feel myself getting close, the tightness building inside me as he continues to fuck me mercilessly.

I cry out his name, feeling the familiar tightness building inside me as he continues to thrust into my ass. My body quivers with anticipation, my fingernails digging into his thighs as I try to find purchase against the pleasure that engulfs me. "Rassel..." I moan, arching my back and meeting each of his powerful thrusts with a needy groan.

My head falls back against his shoulder, and I feel him moving faster now, pushing deeper and harder inside me.

The sensation is almost too much to bear as my Master fucks me hard and fast while jerking me off with his free hand. I try to focus on the pleasure coursing through me, but it's impossible with the way he's moving inside me. My body tenses, every muscle coiling tightly as I feel the orgasm building, growing stronger by the second.

"Rassel..." I moan his name, digging my nails deeper into his thigh as my hips buck up to meet each thrust.

Cum in my mouth, Master! I want to taste your seed as you fill me completely.

I whimper eagerly as my Master pulls out and flips me over roughly onto my stomach. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I feel his cum splatter across my face, some landing on my lips for a taste. With a satisfied moan, he leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead before pulling away, leaving me spent and gasping for air beneath him.

I shiver at his words, knowing better than to disobey. My body is still trembling from the orgasm he gave me and the exhilaration of having him inside me. As I lie there, feeling his cum on my face and his weight pressing down on me, a strange sense of contentment washes over me. It's as if being at his mercy, serving him in any way he desires, is what truly makes me happy.