The knock on the door had pulled me from my haze so quickly that I forgot all about myself. I was so enraptured with Philip in my mouth and I was so greedy for him to use me to orgasm, that I had lost track of time and everything else. I had nothing but flashes of images in my mind. Pictures of what I must look like. Fantasies about how good I must look for him to be so excited. My ego was practically bursting and all I wanted was his attention.. and my reward. That warm, wet reward for all my hard work. I wanted it to shoot out of his pulsing cock and can’t the inside of my mouth. I wanted to look at him while I opened my mouth to show him his cum before swallowing it all down. I was going to smirk at him while I licked the remnants of my finger and sucked whatever else I could out of his over sensitive dick. It was gonna drive him crazy. He was going to sigh with relief and thsnk me for doing such a good job emptying his balls. I was going to lay down with him after and spend some time complimenting his cock and telling him how crazy it is that I was doing this and that I have never ever been able to please a god like him before. And how honored I was to have been able to suck the cum out of him and swallow it.. how eager I was to do it again. All of this was in an instant and shattered out of reality in the same.
Author: Ok-Nefariousness6558
When Philip Owned Me (MM/MF) part 1
Philip grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
At the time he had done this, I was face down on his floor, my head turned to one side and my arms pinned behind my back. I was propped up on my knees with my legs spread apart. I had been this way for nearly an hour. My legs, taint, and balls were wet from the combination of lube, spit and cum that had been firstly deposited into my asshole by a sizeable group of philips close friends and secondly leaked out to run down my taint, on to my throbbing, almost painfully erect cock, down my legs, past the garter on my thigh, and had made its way into a small damp spot on the deeply shagged rug in philips den.
“You ruined my rug” philip said gruffly into my ear.
I meant to apologize to him, as any good bitch would, but I was moaning from the pain of philips hand pulling my hair. My mouth was open, my wrists hurt from the belt wrapped around them, I was tired, sweaty, and my asshole felt as sore as one might expect it.