He stood up, towering above me, before using oil from an ornate silver vessel to anoint my body, starting with my forehead and moving to my ears, my nose and my lips, gently painting lines onto me with his finger tips. I didn’t know what any of it meant but it felt really meaningful and made me shiver. He was so gentle with me. I stared into his eyes. The longer I looked at him, the more handsome he became.

He turned me around, pushed the flimsy fabric of my gown aside and started to draw patterns onto my back. I went into a trance. It was as though he were hypnotizing me with his sensuous fingers. My penis immediately responded and within seconds I was rock hard. There was no disguising my erection and actually, the one thing that my previous encounters with Kamp and Napoli has taught me is that I shouldn’t be ashamed of my impulses. If anything, in fact, I should be celebrating them. Embracing them.

Master Scott then dropped to his knees and began to rub oil into the area around my groin. As he pushed the fabric of my gown aside, my hard dick bounced out. He immediately started to toy with it. He was so tender and gentle and he touched me with profound erotic precision. When he started to kiss my stomach and lick the tip of my dick, well, I was his and his only. He could have done anything he wanted to me. And then, when he began to suck me off, my head almost exploded. It would be hard to imagine anything in my life being that pleasurable again. I had to actively will myself not to explode. The act of simply holding back became unbelievably painful.

He stood up, moving behind me and running those huge, sensual fingers up and down my back. I loved that I was fully naked and that he was fully suited. He was all-powerful and completely in control. And my task was now purely to yield to him.

He guided me down to my knees and encouraged me to lean against a stool. I could hear him removing his jacket behind me. The rustle of the fabric excited me beyond words. Then I heard him undoing his tie and rolling up his sleeves. I had to look around. I wanted to watch as he prepared himself for me. He knelt behind me and started to play with my butt, which began helplessly twitching. I was desperate to give myself to him and every second he made me wait became a form of torture.

His tongue slipped into my hole, preparing me, lubricating me. It made me gasp and crave him even more. I heard the sound of his zipper opening and my heart started to pound. The moment was close. I looked around again and saw the huge bulge in his semi-see-through underpants. His dick was ripe and ready for me. He slowly lowered his underpants, then knelt behind me and carefully pushed oil into my hole, smiling at me before finally sliding his beautiful penis inside. It felt every bit as amazing as I knew it would. It was so big and so hard and for a while it felt like he was tearing me apart - but in all the right ways. I couldn’t believe that this stunning, powerful man was now inside my body.

He started to grind in and out of me and the sensation almost took my breath away. It made me feel dirty and slutty. He was deep in me. I heard myself whimpering. The pleasure was so intense.

I leaned around and kissed him. He started to really pound me and I realized that it wasn’t going to be long before he blew his load. I tried to grip his dick with my ass muscles. I wanted to literally pull the semen out of him and I could feel his dick responding - swelling even more as he flew towards the point of no return. He started to roar and then, just like that, I could feel his manly juices flooding into me like a raging river inside my ass. And I felt, in that moment, that a part of him would always remain inside me.