(As always, please pardon the grammar errors, it was written on my phone. I encourage my readers to review past chapters to experience the build-up and full intimacy of this moment.)
Scott woke up a jolt, the flood of excitement washing over him. Today was the day. In the last few months, Scott had enjoyed nearly every conceivable form of sexual pleasure and submission, except one. Ever since the moment he’d watched Paul’s hard cock slowly enter Rachel’s pussy lips and watched her belly rise, Scott had wanted to experience it himself.
Paul recognized this desire in Scott, and frequently ordered Scott to ride a lifelike dildo modeled on Paul’s own cock while he watched his wife get fucked. Although the dildo was anatomically similar, with veins and a big soft head, it lacked the heat and power of the real thing. As a good little cocksucker, Scott knew that fact all too well.
Frequently, during Rachel and Paul’s date nights, Scott was relegated to under the table, his face buried in Paul’s crotch as he worked every inch of the cock with his tongue and throat. Rachel was a great teacher, lovingly showing Scott how to use his tongue to elicit that most explosive of reactions: ten ropes of warm cum in the back of your waiting throat.