I think one of my favorite new House Rules is that if Milord does not request, I offer to worship his cock and balls every day. This is one of my favorite activities, so I’m very good at remembering this rule! This morning, I woke up and could only think of having his cock in my mouth, down my throat, and delivering my first nourishment of the day.
Unfortunately, Milord had gotten up early was already in the shower before I could ask. Nonetheless, when he strolled back into the bedroom, all steamy, fresh and naked, I sat up on heels and said, “Please, Milord, may I worship your cock?”
He smiled and kissed me. “Gentle or Fierce?”
I giggled and said, “Yesterday you were very gentle with me, making love exquisitely and slowly. How about today be fierce?”
“As you desire,” he murmured.
He stood at the end of the bed and pointed. I scooted down, lay on my back with my head hanging over the end of the bed and between his legs.
“Do not even try to remove yourself from this position,” he eased his cock into my open mouth, “until I come. You, however, can come as much as needed. I want to see you squirm.”
He paused his downward journey allowing time for me to acclimate to his girth. He bend over my body and inserted three fingers into my wet pussy. I began to squirm.
“That’s it, Sophia. That’s it.”
He moved his hips, fucking my mouth, in rhythm to his fingers.
I squirmed, coming.
“You’re a perfect slut, aren’t you? Loving this. Loving my cock gagging you. Fucking your mouth.”
I nodded my head, keeping my lips tight around his girth. I heard his laugh and then gasped as he pulled his fingers from my body with a loud squelching noise.
I was now shaking my head.
His hand came down, spanking my pussy with a satisfying splash.
I screamed around his cock and dug my fingers into his thighs. On the third slap, I came again, squirming and thrashing, desperately trying to keep my throat relaxed.
The he fucked my tender pussy with four fingers, his hips pumping his cock down my throat. I lost time. I lost space. I lost all memory. The only things in the world that mattered were his fingers and his cock.
His hot seed slashed against the back of my throat, and I gulped, eager to swallow it all while his fingers continued to play havoc on my wet tunnel. When he finished, he allowed me one more orgasm, this time pulling his cock free so that I could scream his name.
I lay on the bed, boneless with satisfaction, and watched as he dressed for work, a smug smile on my face.
“You seem pleased with yourself,” he commented, catching my eye in the mirror as he adjusted his tie.
“I am. I’m also thinking it’s been a while since I’ve brought you lunch at work. Would you like that today?” I asked.
He finished with his tie and turned to look at me, appraisingly.
“Jeff, my assistant, is out today, so I could actually use some help at the office with filing and such. Why don’t you meet me there in about two hours.”
“Really?” I said, excited, raising myself to an upright position.
Milord nodded and continued, “Absolutely. Be sure to wear business attire. The blue pantsuit with the red silk blouse, and make sure to bring the plug case. No panties, but wear the white under bust corset.”
I paled, but nodded, and said, “Yes, Milord.”
He lifted my chin with a finger and kissed me before saying, “Be formal. Be on Time. Be obedient.”
After he left, I ran to my closet and gathered the ordered clothing. Today was going to be an adventure, and I couldn’t wait!”
Anarie Brady 