It was his presence that moved her the moment he walked in to the room. He was so imposing, smartly dressed and exuding confidence. The confidence came from the fact that he knew she adored him. He knew that he owned her, she would do anything he asked and she would do it willingly.
The well tailored suite fitted him perfectly, emphasising his masculinity and power. The V shape of the suite drew her attention to his expensive shirt and she immediately thought about his ripped chest underneath. She remembered how it felt when they touched, the contrast of her soft breasts and his hard chest moving against her was one of her very favourite things.
Her eyes dropped further, she couldn’t quite see under his jacket but she knew it was there: the thing she craved constantly, his staff, his essence, his penis, his cock. God she loved his cock, when it was inside her was the only time she felt truly alive.
His voice sent thrills through her as soon as he spoke “Well princess, what do you want?”.
She looked up at him, "I want to worship your cock sir"
He replied “OK slut, come here”.
She stood up and walked over to him, he pulled her close to him. She felt the power in his arms, the firmness of his body. But most of all she smelt him, she loved his smell, there was something about the scent of him that drove her wild.
He looked deep in to her eyes, in to her soul. “Kneel you fucking whore” he commanded and there was no way she would not comply.
She dropped to her knees and found herself level with his crotch, exactly where she always wanted to be.
He removed his jacket and laughingly told her “Well don’t just look at it princess - get it out and worship it”.
Rapidly moving to comply, she undid his belt slowly and pulled it from him. Touching the belt she shuddered with delight, she remembered how so very recently he had left her bottom red and bruised with that very same belt.
Undoing the fly she pulled the trousers down to reveal his white shorts. Peeling the shorts off him she was somewhat disappointed to find he wasn’t hard!
“Aww princess, did you think your mere presence would make me excited. You need to be a proper slut to get me hard today” he laughed as he said it.
She vowed to be the best slut ever and make him the hardest he could be.
Reaching up with her hand she gently touched his limp member. Tracing her fingers lightly along the length of it, she was amazed at how soft it felt. She barely recognised this thing which was so unlike the hard masculine shaft she was used to.
The idea occurred to her that right now she wanted to properly worship this man and his big baby maker. She knew that she wanted to go slow, take her time and show him with every move just how much she adored him.
Lightly caressing along the length of Him…never clutching or stroking…just light, feather touches all over. He moans and shivers. She smiles with the realisation that sometimes, just sometimes, she has power over him. Standing up she leads him to the bed, where she completes his undressing and begs “please master, I want to pleasure you”. He nods his acceptance of her request and lays back on the bed.
Wanting to take her time before putting her lips and mouth on him, she begins to kiss his body…sucking on his sensitive nipples…His back arches ever so slightly as he moans “what a good whore”. Knowing she is pleasing this man that she loves to serve,she moves down and positions her head level with his cock. Although he is still limp she is not concerned. She knows she is doing right by the groans and obscenities that escape his lips.
She adores his manhood, treasuring it in her hands. The velvet softness of the head excites her as she tenderly strokes it. She wants to kiss it, she needs to kiss it now, her pussy grows hot and wet with the thought of what she is about to do.
Resting on one elbow, her head is just above his cock and with her free hand she cups his balls, squeezing gently at first then a little harder. He moans again…deeply. She smiles, she knows she was born to please his cock. Leaning over she kisses the velvet crown of the cock she worships. Her lips glide over it, never allowing the head to slip inside her mouth, just lightly kissing it. He moans again and his shaft stiffens in seconds he goes from velvet soft to hard as steel. Seeing him grow at her touch makes her pussy clench with pleasure.
Tracing along the length of his hardening member with her finger once more she decides she can no longer resist him. So, with all the due reverence of an acolyte in the church of cock, She lowers her head head and slowly takes him into her wet mouth. She closes her lips around it making a tight circle with her mouth. He moans and shivers whispering “good girl” .
She wants this to last as long as possible, wants to extend his pleasure. Sliding the head out of her mouth, she traces along the ridge with her tongue,over and over. With every pass his cock pulsates and jumps as if it yearns to be back inside her mouth. Resisting her slutty nature, she does not yet take him into her mouth as she wants this to last for as long as possible.
She licks along the length and lifts her head for a moment, looking up at the man who owns her soul. There is a smile on his face and he whispers “carry on princess, you know you want this”. She lowers her head and takes his whole cock into her mouth…slowly…pursing her lips and forcing his cock to part them. It feels tight on his cock, just like when he takes her ass, the thought made her shudder at the memory of the last hard buggering he gave her.
He grips the sheet and moans his encouragement. Once his cock-head has touched the back of her throat she stops. She stays like this, her mouth stuffed with his hardness, sucking but not moving. While she is poised there she strokes his balls, cupping them, squeezing and releasing them. He takes a deep intake of breath and moans with the sensations she is giving him.
His hips begin to buck, the tension is building in him she is working him like a real whore. Going as slow as she can she slides his cock out of her mouth and then in…again and again. His moans increase as the tempo of her sucking increases, his cock gets even harder. His moans get louder and it is obvious he is close to his climax. But she wants this to last, she sucks as hard as she can and then pulls him out of her mouth with a loud, wet plop. He gasps, “oh god, you fucking dirty slag, I was nearly there!”, she smiles.
Giving him a moment or two to recover his composure, she slips two fingers up the side of his wet shaft and he shivers. His breathing is ragged and it is clear she has taken him to the very edge. She gives him a few more seconds to prepare for the next onslaught.
Pulling him into her mouth again with lips puckered tightly and she begins the slow in and out movement she does so well. His cock throbs in her mouth and becomes increasingly rigid. She sucks as hard as she can while pulling him in and out of her mouth. Increasing her pace she sucks harder, forcing his shaft to the back of her throat causing her to gag on his hard tool. He gasps again and grips the sheets tighter, he is ready and she wants to taste his cum.
Sucking hard she moves her mouth faster, occasionally gagging on the down stroke and her drool runs out of her mouth and down his ball sack . Her tongue dances along his cock while it slides in and out. He swells up and the head flares out forcing her mouth wider and it is obvious she will get her reward soon. Sucking as hard as she can she moves her free hand back to His balls, squeezing gently. His hips buck upward forcing His wonderful cock deep into her throat and his hands grab her head making sure the penetration is as deep as possible. As her eyes water and roll back into her head she feels it…his hot cum shooting into her mouth.
As he comes, she stills to make sure every drop ends in her mouth. He says to her “oh fuck, fuck, what a good little cock sucking slut you are princess”
He releases her head but she stays down then slowly lifting her head from his cock. She carries on slowly sucking, then licking, then kissing his cock. She wants to make sure every drop of his precious life force ends in her stomach.
“Was that good sir?” she asked and he replied “Oh. yes little one that was perfect”…
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