Fierce Blow Job

As Nick stood behind me, I felt pleasure as my body enjoyed the sensation of his load so deep within. My breathing slowed some, growing less ragged, my body awash in feelings of pleasure and enjoyment.

"I saw him walk around the table slowly, as I moaned and waited for his next command. I felt his hand rub up along my spine, sending a shiver down my back at the touch. He came around in front of me and said, "I expect you to clean up after yourself, slut! Clean my cock! Show me how well you can take care of your master, slut!"

I smiled, bringing myself up casually, before complying. I licked the length of his shaft from ballsack to tip once, twice. I inserted his cock into my mouth, working on it with my lips and tongue alone. I looked up at him and noticed it was not long at all before his cock was growing larger, harder, under my tender attentions.

I liked his shaft several more times, cleaning of cum and my own juices each time. I swallowed it down, smiling as I did so. I took his cock into my mouth again licking it, and as I did realized just how hard it was. I felt him place his right hand upon the small of my head, and quickly I had to fight from gagging, as he shoved it then, hard, down my throat. 'Guglg girth' gurgling sounds came from my throat, as he thrusts his cock down. He pulled it out, and then back down again, thrusting it further into my willing throat.

"You must really like cock, don't you slut? Do you like giving head? Well, why don't you start blowing mine then, slut?" I moaned over his cock, as he thrust it once more down my throat, as I licked his shaft with my tongue. He pressed it down hard, pressing it down to his balls, holding it there for several seconds before releasing, taking it most of the way out. He then thrust it down my throat once more and starting pounding my willing throat, as my body orgasmed to the submission of it.

I felt his left hand clamp itself around my throat, pressing upon the sides of my neck, shocking me even as he thrust his cock down hard. I could see, in the corner of my eyes, my face has turned a bright shade of red. His thrusts became more regular, and each one had a decent amount of ****, pressing his cock deep down my throat. I felt his grip upon the mall of my skull, upon the sides of my neck tighten, and his thrusts quicken. I looked up at him, and I was face fucked by him, my body willing to serve him. I moaned again, as he forcefully thrusted his rod down, my body shivering in pleasure from the experience. It did not seem to take long before he shot a load deep inside my throat. He held his cock deep down my throat, as he received the remainder inside of me, before releasing and pulling out of me.

"Wow! Talk about a slut! You really love giving head, don't you?"

I took a breath, and quickly replied, "Yes, master! I want to serve you faithfully, master!". I spoke quickly, responding almost by instinct before it could really register with what I was thinking. When I did, I was surprised with what I said, but realized I won't want to take them back, even if I could.

As he put himself back into his pants, a smile spread on his face, and he said, "Well, in that case, I know how you can serve me, your master . . . ."