Glazed Donut

Her free hand finds my nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds with rough insistence. Electric jolts spear straight to my groin. She bends down, crushing her mouth against mine in a conquering kiss that steals my breath and swallows my whimpers. When she pulls back, her eyes are feral and glazed with lust..

"Can you guess, Ero?" she teases, her palm cradling my heavy testicles, rolling the tender plums between her fingers while her other hand grips my shaft, her thumb circling the weeping slit.

"I can feel you twitching. Can you guess where I'm going to make you cum?"

She grins, wicked and knowing, twisting my nipple sharply.

She taps my chin, my lips, and my forehead with her slick finger, grinning wickedly.

“One facial, coming up.”

Making good on her threat, she clamps her fist around my shaft, her thumb pressing into the sensitive opening. Simultaneously, she buries herself to the hilt with a guttural grunt, grinding mercilessly against my prostate.

"Cum for me, Ero," she demands, her voice dropping to a feral growl.

"Paint yourself like the naughty little sissy you've become. Cum! Now!"

Margot presses herself flush against me, hip to hip, fully impaling me and screaming with pleasure as her own climax crashes through her. Her hips jerk in small, sharp movements, punishing my prostate while her slick fist pumps my shaft above my face, her other hand kneading my testicles.

I unleash a primal scream as my orgasm detonates, pleasure so intense it borders on agony flooding my senses. Instead of spurts, a continuous flood of semen pours from me, filling my mouth with the thick, salty warmth of my own release.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me, drowning all thought. Margot shrieks in triumph, watching me defile myself with my own spend, her eyes gleaming as she witnesses my total surrender. She spanks my helpless bottom in time with each pulse of my orgasm, extending the pleasure until I'm wrung dry.

She milks my convulsing cock for every last drop, her grip synchronizing with the spasms rocking my body. Streams of my essence drip down my chin, collect in the hollow of my throat, streak across my heaving sternum.

Margot looks down on me in concerned awe.

“Wow, Ero, just look at you. You belong on a Krispy Kreme shelf, you silly glazed donut.”

She giggles and boops my nose.

She releases my tender testicles, giving them a gentle squeeze before moving to unbind my wrists and ankles. As the satin falls away, she helps me sit up, drawing me against her body, one hand stroking through my sweat-dampened hair with surprising tenderness.

The remainder of the night dissolves into a fever dream. Margot bathes me, her hands gentle as she cleanses my skin and washes my hair. She towels me dry and covers me in one of her silk robes. She feeds me from her own hand, helps me prepare for sleep, and draws me close, her warmth seeping into me as she massages my still-tingling bottom through the robe.

"Sleep well, Ero," she murmurs against my temple.

"I suppose I wouldn't mind having you as my campaign secretary if you're willing to serve under a strong woman."

As consciousness fades and I drift toward sleep in the arms of my conqueror, I whisper, "Margot, I just might take you up on that..."