Your exhausted tongue – barely having time to recover from the sixty minutes of delicate ass worship – only to be recalled for, perhaps, “Pussy duty” if there are any post-coitus messes for you to attend to. Such humiliation.
There is something about the desperate, gasping breath against my thighs when I close them slightly so you can have a little room to breathe.
The “BJ meter” actually gets the measurement based on how deep you can take the cock, how tight you can make the seal with your lips, how you use your tongue, and how vigorously you slurp it.
I stick my fingers in his mouth. One. Then two. Then three. Wearing gloves. Black latex gloves. Simply satisfied to watch him fight to keep up with me. Violating his lips unceremoniously. No rhyme or reason. His eyes shut tight as if there were mirrors there (there aren’t).
I can just hear Julie say. “What happened to him? Isn’t that your corporate guy”? “Yeah, he used to be.” Used to be. Nights, sleeping in a metal cage, a big dildo gag like a pacifier to silence your whimpers.
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Listening to you slurp and slurp and suck on my dick will be what sets me off, what makes me want even more. Your ass, your fine slut ass bent over your desk with your pants pulled down around your ankles. As I fuck your face I’ll tell you about it – I’ll tell you how I am going to ram that slick cock up your ass and make you beg for more.
The beauty in it for me is that I can bring him to this level of sacrifice, and I can push him to places that terrify and arouse him at the same time. I can be supportive, I can be seductive, I can be teasing, I can be sadistic. They are all different shades of the game, and I love playing them all, just as long as the goal is met: to take the gift from him, the gift he gives for me, not for him.
Friday. Another full moon. His stomach immediately was in knots. His palms started to sweat. He pondered picking up the phone and telling her no. Telling her no right then. After last time, while the closeness afterward was a level he'd never experienced before, true fear of her other self was terrifying him. To Laura, he could endure anything.
Alex was there on time.
But he was there naked. Well, under a robe. He showed up at my door in a robe, and he opened it when I yanked him inside, embarrassed for him (luckily no one saw) and he flung open his robe to reveal his newly shaved genitals.
“I don’t like the things that you do to me, but I like what it does to you.” These simple words. Music to my ears. Words as powerful as “I love you.” When a man says something like that to me, after he has endured tight bondage, intense pain and a thorough trampling of his […]
Darian just clenched his fists, kept his eyes shut, held back a scream through clenched teeth and never even looked at her as they completed the procedure of using the anal probe to stimulate his prostrate, force the cum from him and fill the clear tube with semen.
I know you’ve got plenty of experience serving me in front of one of my friends, or serving a girlfriend of mine while I give direction. You’ve even had the pleasure of having a cock both in your ass and in your mouth at the same time, but I bet that memory is almost a blur. You’ve been dual fucked, and you’ve been used by me and a friend. You’ve proven that you are capable of serving two demanding women at once – both orally and anally.