The light of the empty theater was dim and Master’s cock was in the back of my throat. I would be in heaven with the opportunity to taste him if he wasn’t fucking into me so fast that my tongue couldn’t register the saltiness of his precum before it spilled out the corners of my mouth mixed with saliva. I had been ordered to grip my elbows behind my back so my nails dug in a little more on each violent entry. Surely he’d scold me later for leaving marks on his property.
He slid his fingers through my hair and twined the wavy black strands around his knuckles for a reliably firm grip as he pounded away. I could take it. In fact, I loved it. Master used the hold for leverage but my head was cradled between his palms. The only thing that could make the moment more erotic was touching him…if I were stroking his soft hair underneath my fingertips while he took what he needed and gave me what I craved. All at once he stopped, cock thick and heavy on my tongue with the little hole at the tip aiming down towards my stomach. The sound I made when his balls met my chin was between a whimper and a purr. He held me there, still, for a few breathless seconds. Inhaling quickly through my nose, I opened my eyes and peered up at him. I could sense he wanted it.
When our eyes met, as always, it was electric and an extra gush of juice slipped out to coat my thighs. Master’s breathing was ragged, his gorgeous muscled chest heaved, and his curls were sweat damp against his forehead. His gaze was relentless, hungry, demanding. Knowing how desperate I was for him, he licked his lips. Then he ran his eyes over me, taking in my position kneeling at his feet. I must have looked a mess with precum and saliva smeared across my bared tits while my lips stretched to grip him to the base. Staring down at me, he said, “You’re such a horny bitch you’ll take every fucking drop.” Of course he wasn’t asking. My response, the only one he would allow, was a nod before I swallowed around his cock in my throat. It set him off.
Master’s grip on my hair became tighter and impossibly more unyielding as he came. The way he used my mouth felt so good. His moans had a growl to them and it was the most satisfying music to my ears. I saw myself how his eyes captured every moment without blinking, even as his stomach muscles constricted and he emptied out his balls. Master pulled out as soon as he was done to place his glorious, plump cock before my eyes. It was all wet with my saliva and I had one thought in my head at the sight: “Mine”. Even though I’d just had him, I ached to feel his smooth, spongy head rubbing against the roof of my mouth more than I wanted for my next breath…
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