Tim and Carrie. Pure Dom Smut. Ch.1
Tim dropped on the couch after a long at work and rolled his head back. Carrie walked out of her study and dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands rushed to his belt, and she began undoing it hastily, undoing the buttons and a zipper… As she began to push his pants and underwear down to reveal his package, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her face towards his crotch.
“Get to work, Carrie. I’ve been waiting for too long.” He muttered through his clenched teeth.
He let go of her hair, and she was finally able to free his bottom from his clothing. As soon as he was free, she wrapped her lips around his boner and begun to move up and down, up and down, sliding, pressing on him with her lips. She pulled her tongue forward to use as an underlay for his penis — something she spent a long time training on how to do. As she gradually increased her speed, she began to breath faster and faster.
“Suck harder, you bitch! This shit is not what you are here for!” He said in a rough voice, his eyes half-closed; he was clearly enjoying the process.
He slapped her.
She let out a short scream, blocked by the penis in her mouth, and begun to suck harder. She wrapped her lips tighter around his member, making sure to go from the top of the tip to the very base, every time with every single motion. Faster and waster. She heard a slurping sound every time the back of his penis hit her throat. Deeper, deeper. She remembered the time she felt uncomfortable when his penis would go that deep — but now it was all in the past.
“All I want is to be used, Master,” she thought, as her eyes begun to fill with tears from rapid motion. “All I want is your dick. In me. To be used. By you. Use me, Master… Just use me…”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her mouth even further, even deeper into himself. She shivered and gagged and instinctively tried to push away, the tears rolled down her cheeks. He let her go, and she released him for a moment, just to grasp for air, and then she thrust his throbbing boner into her mouth again. She worked so hard, sucking on his head, his shaft, all the way down to his balls, slurping, and moaning.
“Use my mouth, Master.” She thought. “Fill it with your cum. Fill me. Master..”
She moaned with the dick in her mouth. This was her favorite thing to do. Her kink. Her greatest pleasure. Be used, be useful, be helpless; make her man breath harder and moan and cum. But he was now so used to her hard-working lips and hands it took a long time to bring him to the edge. She looked up. He set on the couch, with his spread legs shaking and twitching each time she pulled in on the head of his penis; his eyes were closed and he was biting his lips.
All of a sudden, he grabbed her hair — oh pain and pleasure! — and pulled her head away from his crotch. Her lips were wet with his precum, her eyes red and puffy, mascara smudged all over, and her cheeks were wet with tears and blush.
“This is not good enough!” He shouted. “Andrew!” He called for his housekeeper.
In 15 seconds Andrew walked in, dressed in his uniform.
“Hello, Master,” he greeted Tim, “What do you need my assistance with?” he asked in a casual tone as if they were discussing what he should make for dinner.
“She is not working hard enough!”, Tim nodded to the panting girl.
“Oh, this can be dealt with,” said Andrew, and knelt right next to Carrie. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face back. She stared at him with begging eyes.
“I’m so wet,” she whispered, panting. “Master,” she addressed Tim, “I’m wet and shaking… And… Your dick tastes so good, master… But all I want… All I want is to be fucked…”
“You need to finish your job first,” said Andrew dryly. “Now tuck your lips. And show your Master you are worthy of him.”
She obeyed and tucked her lips; Andrew, while keeping a strong grip on her hair, pushed her mouth onto Tim again. He pushed her all the way on. She shook and gagged, tried to pull away, screaming, with tears running down her chicks. Her legs and hips shook in uncontrollable orgasm, and her black leggings become covered in her juices as she squirted.
“Good girl,” muttered Tim, as Andrew pulled her away. She was a moaning mess, still shaking from her orgasm, panting and wiping her tears.
“All I want is to be fucked. Please fuck me, Master.” She whispered, staring Tim in the eyes.
But she didn’t receive any reply. Instead, Andrew pushed her mouth onto Tim’s dick again, moving her head faster and faster, fucking her lips, her tongue, her throat vigorously. She screamed and tried to fight and then pushed herself deeper. She relaxed further and further, indulging with her helplessness, feeling the tension in her lower body returning back, and she pressed her legs and strained her muscles, wishing to be touched and filled. Nothing else in the world existed besides the wetness and tension in between her legs, Tim’s sweet dick, and Andrew’s hand holding her hair, and the endless fast motion, the race to please her Master.
Her Master.
Tim grabbed her face and pulled herself onto him, arching his back and thrusting his hips forward. As Tim groaned in pleasure, his dick released a large load of white, thick, warm, salty and bitter cum. He still panted, as Carrie swallowed his load and then sucked his dick dry. Andrew released her hair, and she fell onto her back, shaking.
“Master… Master…” she whispered; her eyes clouded with need and want, her hips shaking uncontrollably.
“You need to do better next time,” Tim said, pulling out his phone and opening up voice chat on one of his gaming Discord servers. “Anyone here? Yes, I just got home! Will be joining you guys in a second.” He stood up. “What? 100 coins? Are you kidding me?..”
Andrew watched Tim walk out of the living room, still chatting; the girl on the floor kept panting and begging.
“Master… Master…”
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Hello ladies and gentlemen! This is my first published text ever. I don’t want to call it a story since this is clearly just a smut scene. To be completely honest, I am an audience for things like this, without any story or elaborate explanations on how things got where they are; and I hope that there are more people like me who would enjoy this (even though I don’t know yet if there are people like that at all). To each their own!
If this will be received well or semi-well or if I will just feel like this I will write about these characters more, and they will do more things.
I’m currently writing a story without any sex or erotica in it, so this feels like a nice outlet to have the need to write something like this fulfilled, too.
Please share what you think :))) But also please don’t be too harsh, to be honest, I’m not really thick-skinned enough yet to take on real criticism. But hopefully, I will be in that place later on.
I really hope someone will like this, and I will post here more in the future.
Ciao!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ehae81/tim_and_carrie_pure_dom_smut_ch1_domsuboralhair
Please do a part 2!
I love the smut! no need for backstories, the present tense does it all :)