In the quiet sanctuary of my private suite, the air was thick with anticipation. Xiao Sha—now awakened as Ibesha, yet still clinging to her pet instincts—knelt at my feet, her dark red hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked up at me with those pure, innocent eyes, a mix of human vulnerability and bitch-like devotion.
"Master… please…" she whispered, her voice soft yet laced with a desperate hunger. "Grace me with your cock… I need it."
I leaned back on the grand bed, smirking down at her. Her body, restored from its bitch form, was a masterpiece—petite yet curvaceous, with firm breasts and a slender waist that begged to be gripped. But her words stirred curiosity.
"Xiao Sha—do you prefer being human or a dog?"
She paused, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Her breath quickened, nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her gown. "In front of you, Master… I am the most ...lewd bitch… Please, let me serve you."
Her answer sent a thrill through me. She crawled forward eagerly, no hesitation—fully consenting, her body already trembling with desire. I lay back, letting her take control, her hands gently parting my legs as she began her worship.
Starting from my toes, she licked slowly, her warm tongue tracing each one with reverent care. The sensation was electric—soft, wet, teasing—as she sucked gently, eyes locked on mine, full of submission and lust. "Master's toes… so perfect…" she murmured, her breath hot against my skin.
Moving up, she lavished my calves and thighs with kisses and licks, her hands massaging as she went. By the time she reached my cock, it was throbbing, hard and ready. She took it in her mouth slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip, savoring every inch. The way she bobbed her head—deep, rhythmic—made my pulse race, her saliva dripping down, mixing with precum.
But she didn't stop there. "Master… lie on your stomach," she whispered, her voice husky with need.
I obliged, turning over. She spread my cheeks gently, her tongue delving into my ass with surprising enthusiasm. The feeling was intense—wet, probing, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. As she rimmed me skillfully, her hand reached around, stroking my cock in perfect sync—slow, firm pumps that built the tension without release.
"Master… your ass tastes so good… let me milk you…" she moaned, her free hand teasing my balls. The dual sensation—her tongue deep inside, her hand working my shaft—was overwhelming, making me groan.
When I was close, she stopped—just as the edge approached—leaving me aching. Then she moved on: licking my navel, swirling her tongue in the dip; sucking my nipples until they hardened; burying her face in my armpits, inhaling deeply before licking; fingers one by one into her mouth, sucking like mini-cocks; up to my ears, nibbling the lobes, probing the holes with her tongue. No part of my body was neglected—her devotion was total, her touch sending shivers everywhere, building an unbearable need.
Finally, I could take no more. "Xiao Sha—ride me."
She straddled me eagerly, her pussy already soaking—dripping down my thighs without a single touch. As she lowered herself onto my cock, her warmth enveloped me, tight and slick. She rode with abandon—hips grinding, breasts bouncing—her juices flowing freely, coating my legs in her arousal. The sight of her lost in pleasure, moaning my name, was hypnotic.
"Master… I'm yours… fill me…"
With a final thrust, I came deep inside her—her walls clenching, milking every drop. She collapsed onto me, breathless, our bodies slick and entangled.
In that moment of bliss, her touch wasn't just physical—it stirred something deeper, a connection beyond master and pet.
After I rested for a while, I sensed her unsatisfied desire, and she said: "Master, I want to drink your semen..."
Xiao Sha's eyes gleamed with a mix of innocence and burning desire as she knelt before me, her soft, warm breath teasing the sensitive skin of my thighs. She leaned in slowly, her full lips parting in anticipation, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet them. "Master… let me taste you," she whispered, her voice husky and pleading, her hands gently resting on my knees as if seeking permission she knew I'd grant.
I nodded, my cock already throbbing with need from her earlier teasing. She started with delicate kisses along my inner thighs, her lips feather-light, sending shivers up my spine. Each kiss was deliberate, her tongue tracing lazy circles, tasting the salt of my skin, building an agonizing tension. Her breath was hot against me, her fingers lightly grazing my balls, cupping them with reverence as if they were precious treasures.
When she finally reached my cock, she paused, admiring it—her eyes widening at its hardness, the veins pulsing under her gaze. "So big… so perfect for your bitch," she murmured, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the base. Her tongue emerged, flat and wet, licking upward in one long, slow stroke from root to tip, savoring every inch. The sensation was electric—warm, slick, and teasing—as she swirled around the head, dipping into the slit to taste the pre-cum beading there.
She took me into her mouth gradually, her lips stretching around the girth, sucking gently at first, her cheeks hollowing with effort. The warmth enveloped me, her tongue dancing underneath, pressing against the sensitive underside while her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in rhythm. She bobbed her head deeper with each pass, her throat relaxing to take more, gagging slightly but pushing through with eager determination—her eyes watering but locked on mine, full of submissive adoration.
"Master… you taste so good," she gasped between breaths, pulling back to lick the shaft from base to tip again, her saliva glistening along its length. She nuzzled against it, rubbing her cheek along the side like a cat marking its territory, before diving back in—faster now, her head moving with passionate fervor. The slurping sounds filled the room, wet and obscene, her free hand fondling my balls, rolling them gently while her mouth worked magic.
The pleasure built like a wave—her suction perfect, tongue flicking relentlessly, lips tight and sliding. I groaned, threading my fingers through her dark red hair, guiding her rhythm without force—she responded instantly, moaning around me, the vibrations sending jolts of ecstasy through my core. She was lost in it, her body rocking slightly, pussy dripping untouched onto the floor below—her arousal evident in every eager suck, every worshipful glance up at me.
Finally, as I neared the edge, she slowed—teasing the head with her tongue, edging me closer without release. "Master… cum for your little bitch… please…" Her plea, combined with the sight of her flushed face and swollen lips, pushed me over—hot release flooding her mouth as she swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, her eyes shining with fulfillment.
Panting, she pulled back, licking her lips clean, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Thank you, Master… your cum is the best reward."