The shackles were off. Mistress immediately drew me towards the bed. I felt the vortex of insanity as I sat on the edge of the bed when she wrapped her lips around my cock.
This wet tongue and the seriously wicked lashings as she took my entire length into her throat. She did cough just a little before releasing me and focussing on the tip of my penis whilst her hand manipulated my shaft. Yes, it was what I wanted but how was one to act in this scenario? She expertly sucked me off, and I felt my balls retract. At that moment, I pulled out of her mouth and promptly shot a pissing stream of cum all over her tits. She giggled.
*“Paul, I could sense some uncertainty about what was to happen there. But I am a bit iffy about blow jobs. I prefer not to have cum in my mouth, bad prior experiences and all. So I am glad you sensed my discomfort. I do not normally deep throat either.”*
*“I know. I don’t know what I did to deserve a blow job though.”*