I instinctively pulled back when he grabbed me. His hand reached out for me, and while I winced and turned my face, his fingers laced right into my hair and he started walking. ”Move slut!” he demanded of me.
My heart was racing as I walked, unsure of exactly where I was going. I was hunched down, almost to his waist as he was walking quickly, leading me- almost dragging me my my hair. He walked faster than I did so he was pulling my hair and dragging me down the hall. My heels clicked and scuffled on the floor as I tried not to fall. He opened a door and pulled me in- and then pushed me backwards. I landed, ass first on a bed. I opened my eyes and it seemed I was in his bedroom. Strange. Maybe it was a guest room.
I sat up, breathless and watched him undress.
His body was toned and firm. I was not expecting him to get completely naked and I wondered if I should undress too. I decided to wait until I was instructed. He told me once:
Fucking is like the top servicing the bottom. I rarely do that.
I remembered this statement, and decided that perhaps I was not worthy of him to fuck me this time, but I was hoping for the chance to suck his cock. He walked in front of me, “Suck, whore.”
I grabbed his cock with my hand and wrapped my lips around his cock. I knew from experience that he liked being deep in my mouth. He liked my lips right around his shaft, my mouth and tongue working him. Sucking. Moaning. Worshipping. The way his cock deserved.
He slapped my cheek a few times, “Not so fast, slut. NOT SO FAST!” he hit me hard once more- sending my head turning and his cock popping out of my mouth, “Greedy whore,” he hissed at me- his wicked smile fixing on my mouth, “I like that.”
He grabbed me by my hair again and stepped past me, dragging me behind him as he climbed on the bed. ”Get your ass in the air,” he instructed me, Pulling my skirt up and my panties down. He spanked me hard on my ass a few times- watching me squirm, until it stung.
“Now slut,” he said, pushing his cock back into my face, “Don’t you fucking swallow without permission.”
I worked his cock- having some experience in what makes him tick now. Tight lips, fast. My hand jerking his cock while I sucked on his balls. Moving and twisting my hand over his shaft while I sucked his cock, moaning and slurping his cock. I let him grab my hair and pull me, push me on his cock. I let him grab my tits hard, pinching them until I knew he was going to leave bruises on me.
He was in front of me and I was on my knees, bowed before him. Truly worshipping a temple. I wanted so badly to taste him. His cock, his body was so clean and perfectly masculine. I wanted to inhale him. Devour him. He was almost not a man, but just a symbol for me, of my sexuality and my submissiveness. I jerked and milked him into my mouth, physically begging to taste him. I knew I would feel it, satisfaction, at his release.
“Don’t swallow, slut.” he warned me again grabbing my hair and jerking my head back so he could see my eyes, “Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I said, desperate to taste him once more.
I ached and leaned back down on his cock- wrapping my hand tight, jerking and sucking and working his cock in my mouth. I had become submerged in sexual energy, in a submissive trance and I would not be deterred from pleasing him. He still towered over me- he seemed so tall, so powerful.
I could feel his cock pumping as he shot his cum into my mouth. He groaned and cursed at me while he filled my mouth. It was instinctual for me to swallow, but I resisted. I held it, hot and thick in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, “Show me slut. Show me what a dirty cock slut you really are….wider”
I opened my mouth for him, looked at him- my eyes burned into his- my filthy mouth filled with his hot cream. Wanting, desperate, breathless. He smiled at me, “swallow now.”
I wrapped my mouth around his cock once more and swallowed all of his cum, sucking out any last drops while his body shook from the sensitivity. He tasted clean, and warm. Delicious mouthful.
He let me finish and then pulled me off of his cock. I rested my face next to his cock, letting him rub it against my cheek. He slapped it against my cheek. His body still shook from it and I wanted to hear more. I wanted to hear him tell me it had done a good job. That he liked my mouth on his cock. That I was a good girl. Instead, he slapped my face one last time and spoke. His voice, deep and penetrating spoke one last time, reminding me that I still have much to learn.
Say thank you, slut.
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