Maybe the start of something new?
I wait.
On my knees, my hands clasped behind my back, just as he likes, my head bowed.
I wait for his pleasure.
I hear his approach and catch my breath, unsure as to what he might have in store for me this time. He walks up to me, his dress shoes becoming visible to my downcast eyes. He strokes my hair gently.
"There's my good girl"
I give a small smile, not wanting him to see the action as it might change what's in his mind. My instructions are to wait, and so I shall wait.
He continues to stroke my hair, drawing his hand down to my cheek, caressing me with his thumb. Drawing it over my lips, he gently pushes it inside.
"Suck"
I respond immediately, running my tongue around the digit, sucking gently, grazing it softly with my teeth.
"good girl"
He slowly unzips the fly of his suit trousers. Reaching inside, he pulls out his semi-hard cock, hitting my face with it.
"look at me"
I look up, his thumb still in my mouth. Taking it slowly out of my mouth, he leaves a trail of my spit on my lips. Watching me for a few seconds, he starts to stroke his cock. I watch it stiffen under his grip and I feel my pussy getting wetter. He continues stroking himself, allowing me to watch, knowing how frustrating this is for me. He knows how much I want to have him in my mouth, to feel that smooth hard cock pushing against the back of my throat, to run my tongue over every single inch. And yet he continues to stand there, slowly wanking his cock in my face. I watch as a drop of pre-cum oozes from the head, and I unconsciously lick my lips. He smirks, then shakes his head, tutting softly.
"naughty. I don't think you should be allowed to watch me any more"
I bow my head, ashamed of having betrayed my feelings to him. He controls me and I should remember this. He moves forward, continuing to stroke himself, getting more aggressive in his movements, his breathing getting faster as he gets closer to climax.
"lick my balls"
I start, unsure as to why I've been given this gift, but wanting so much to join in. I lift my head slightly and bend forwards, snaking my tongue over his balls, softly sucking on the soft skin as he continues to stroke his shaft.
"yes, suck them harder"
I carefully take them into my mouth, sucking them gently, running my tongue all over them, savouring the taste of him, swallowing it down, feeling myself get even wetter as it brings back so many pleasurable memories. He moans softly, his hand moving faster on his shaft. I feel his balls tighten in my mouth.
"stop. keep your mouth closed"
I immediately pull back, looking him straight in the eye. He looks directly at me, his knees shaking slightly. I kneel there, watching him, my thighs wet with my own arousal. His brow furrows before his face goes slack, the first jet of his cum hitting me directly in the face, quickly followed by more, covering my face, splattering onto my breasts. He groans as continues to spurt his hot cum onto my waiting face, his eyes tightly closed as it slowly starts dribbling down my soft skin until he is completely spent. I continue to kneel, awaiting further instructions. I feel so turned on, but know that I am not allowed to do anything without his express permission.
He stands and looks at me, covered in his cum, it slowly sliding down my face and body. He holds out his hand to me.
"taste"
I lick his hand, finding the drops of cum that clung on. Slowly I clean him up as he watches me.
"good girl"
He removes his hand and I close my mouth. He smiles at me, a proud smile.
"wait here"
I wait.
On my knees, my hands clasped behind my back, just as he likes, my head bowed.
I wait for his pleasure.
I hear his approach and catch my breath, unsure as to what he might have in store for me this time. He walks up to me, his dress shoes becoming visible to my downcast eyes. He strokes my hair gently.
"There's my good girl"
I give a small smile, not wanting him to see the action as it might change what's in his mind. My instructions are to wait, and so I shall wait.
He continues to stroke my hair, drawing his hand down to my cheek, caressing me with his thumb. Drawing it over my lips, he gently pushes it inside.
"Suck"
I respond immediately, running my tongue around the digit, sucking gently, grazing it softly with my teeth.
"good girl"
He slowly unzips the fly of his suit trousers. Reaching inside, he pulls out his semi-hard cock, hitting my face with it.
"look at me"
I look up, his thumb still in my mouth. Taking it slowly out of my mouth, he leaves a trail of my spit on my lips. Watching me for a few seconds, he starts to stroke his cock. I watch it stiffen under his grip and I feel my pussy getting wetter. He continues stroking himself, allowing me to watch, knowing how frustrating this is for me. He knows how much I want to have him in my mouth, to feel that smooth hard cock pushing against the back of my throat, to run my tongue over every single inch. And yet he continues to stand there, slowly wanking his cock in my face. I watch as a drop of pre-cum oozes from the head, and I unconsciously lick my lips. He smirks, then shakes his head, tutting softly.
"naughty. I don't think you should be allowed to watch me any more"
I bow my head, ashamed of having betrayed my feelings to him. He controls me and I should remember this. He moves forward, continuing to stroke himself, getting more aggressive in his movements, his breathing getting faster as he gets closer to climax.
"lick my balls"
I start, unsure as to why I've been given this gift, but wanting so much to join in. I lift my head slightly and bend forwards, snaking my tongue over his balls, softly sucking on the soft skin as he continues to stroke his shaft.
"yes, suck them harder"
I carefully take them into my mouth, sucking them gently, running my tongue all over them, savouring the taste of him, swallowing it down, feeling myself get even wetter as it brings back so many pleasurable memories. He moans softly, his hand moving faster on his shaft. I feel his balls tighten in my mouth.
"stop. keep your mouth closed"
I immediately pull back, looking him straight in the eye. He looks directly at me, his knees shaking slightly. I kneel there, watching him, my thighs wet with my own arousal. His brow furrows before his face goes slack, the first jet of his cum hitting me directly in the face, quickly followed by more, covering my face, splattering onto my breasts. He groans as continues to spurt his hot cum onto my waiting face, his eyes tightly closed as it slowly starts dribbling down my soft skin until he is completely spent. I continue to kneel, awaiting further instructions. I feel so turned on, but know that I am not allowed to do anything without his express permission.
He stands and looks at me, covered in his cum, it slowly sliding down my face and body. He holds out his hand to me.
"taste"
I lick his hand, finding the drops of cum that clung on. Slowly I clean him up as he watches me.
"good girl"
He removes his hand and I close my mouth. He smiles at me, a proud smile.
"wait here"
I wait.