Blow Him

"I'm so sorry, Bob," You whimper as tears flow from your eyes. "It's so nice of you to keep letting me suck your cock no matter how much I fuck up."

"Just shut up and start blowing."

You gather your emotions and suppress them. Then, with a firm nod to reafirm your commitment, you get down on your knees and once more attempt to wrap your hand around Bob's eight inch mammoth. By now you know what Bob likes, so you make sure to jerk him slowly, giving his arousal plenty of time to build up. Satisfied, Bob lets out a small groan as he grabs your head, pulling you in. You eagerly lap at the pre-cum you've coaxed out, not letting a single drop go to waste. That feels much better, you think, I need to stop it with all these silly thoughts and just do what Bob tells me. He always knows what's best.

The heavenly taste excites you further and you start to act like the eager slut you really are. When his hairy cock is all clean, you open up and fit him between your lips, jaw stretching as wide as possible. You nurse at it carefully, putting pressure on all the right spots. It feels so right to be down here for Bob's use.

Sensing that you're starting to enjoy yourself, Bob pushes into your throat, bucking his hips in pleasure. You gag slightly, but you understand that the alpha's needs come first.

"Just like that, whore," Bob groans appreciatively, "We might not be doing this as often anymore, but you'll still need practice for your new job."

His promise causes a true feeling of happiness to rise up from deep down your heart. "Do you really mean it? Will you let me suck your cock again?"

"Not just mine, bitch! And who told you to stop?"

You redouble your efforts, opening wider, trying to suck in more and more glorious cock. Inside, you feel like you're in Heaven, already thinking about your fantastic future.

Although you would gladly edge him for hours, Bob needs to prepare for his parents. He gets more and more aggressive with your throat until he blasts into your mouth, filling you up. You swish it around a little bit before swallowing, already hungry for more.

"Alright, come on now, hurry up and get out of here before my Dad comes home," Bob snaps you out of it.

"When will I see you again?"

"When I say so."

You smile to yourself as you walk outside, glad at how great everything turned out.