Ending the Argument with a Blowjob

My master can order me to give him a blowjob once a week. He just used it to win an argument.

We agreed to the arrangement. Once a week, regardless of what I’m doing or what time of day it is or where we are, I am not allowed to say no. Of course, I never say no. But there’s a time and place, isn’t there? This new rule meant that he could snap his fingers and get me on my knees at his command. It turned him on. It turned me on too; my dripping pussy betrayed me every time he told me to start sucking.

He got head several times a week, but this was different. This was a blowjob on demand. I never thought he’d abuse his power. That was hopelessly naive, I know, especially after the past couple weeks. I knew he’d never command me to give him a blowjob in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I would do it, for the record, but I knew there were still boundaries. I guess I misjudged where all those boundaries were.

Yesterday, we were arguing about something. It was nothing important. We went back and forth, and it started to get heated. Then, he cut me off before I could respond and just told me, “Get on your knees.”

I was completely blindsided. I mean, I knew it was coming at some point this week, but I didn’t think he’d use it in this way.

“Can I finish what I was saying first?” I asked.

“Not until your dick is in my mouth,” he replied.

He unbuckled his belt.

I dropped to my knees like he wanted and started sucking.

"Any objections to what I said? No? I guess we'll go with that then," he said, knowing I couldn't say anything back.

I gagged, drooling, choking on his dick. Spit dripped from my mouth. I gurgled incoherently, cum and spit choking my throat. I moaned gratefully.

“That’s what I thought,” he said gloatingly.

He grabbed my hair and pushed me down on his massive cock. I couldn’t breathe. He held the back of my head and I tried to break free. He pushed me down farther. I gagged and he didn’t relent. His legs spread, my head between them, utterly submissive. As he was balls deep in my pretty face, I gave in, accepting the reality that even the air was under his control. I couldn’t breathe without master’s permission.

He pulled back.

“Thank you, sir,” I gasped, grateful for his mercy.

“Good girl,” he said in a low voice. "You're a very good girl."

“Thank you, master.”

“Eat my cum, you little brat,” he commanded me.

He facefucked me and I accepted his cock gratefully. I needed him so badly.

He filled my mouth to the brim with his hot cum, and I swallowed it eagerly.

He ended the argument with his cock in my mouth.