He makes you wait for it

"Eyes down here," he says, with a bit of a cruel laugh, as he gestures towards his crotch. "A **** shouldn't look her Master in his eyes unless she's given permission."

You fasten your stare at his crotch, and the bulge beneath his trousers. Your crotch is burning with desire, as you sit there, nervous, waiting, expecting him to release his cock and tell you to suck it.

But he doesn't. He just sits there. In the corner of your eye, you can see him taking a sip of his beer. For a moment, you consider if he wants you to beg, but he seems to be quite content with you just kneeling here, while he watches the game. You can hear it playing behind you, and part of you would really want to turn around and have a look yourself. But the part that wants to obey your Master is stronger.

Then, you hear the sound changing to a commercial break. Within moments, his fly is open, and his member springs out. From your perspective, in your tiny body, it looks huge. Can I even fit it inside my mouth? you ask yourself.

Your fath... your Master grabs you by your hair and gently coaxes you forward, until your lips meet with the head of his cock. You kiss it. It's soft and hard at the same time, and your nose picks up a musky, masculine scent. He presses you onward, and you open your lips. You have to open wide, but, yes, you are able to get your lips around the prominent head. You start to lick, suck, and bob gently up and down, experimenting, trying to figure out what he likes. While you've had your cock sucked many times before, you've never been on this end. But, like the first day, with the clothing, it seems that body memory kicks in, helping you along. He moans, above you, telling you that you're a good little cocksucker. And then, you feel a pressure on the top of your head. He's forcing you down. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, but to your surprise you feel no gag reflex. He presses harder, and suddenly, it goes all the way down. You can't breathe, your nose pressed all the way up against his crotch, your lips all the way down to the base of his cock. He holds you there for a moment, your lungs burning, your pussy dripping at his show of ****, before lifting you up off him.

You heave for air, but get only a couple of breaths in before he forces you back down. You're no longer sucking him, he is fucking your face, using you as a sex toy. An eager, compliant little sex toy. You can feel him twitch, and he pulls you up, almost throwing you back down to your kneeling position, before aiming his cock at your open mouth

Thick strands of cum spurt out. His aim is good, and most of his load lands inside your mouth, though not all. When he's done, he tells you to look up at him. You swirl the cum around in your mouth, enjoying the salty, musky taste of your Masters cum, before you open up and look into his eyes. "Yummy."

"That was pretty good for a first time," he says as he looks down on you. "But I do think you'll need more practice. I had expected you to get me off before the commercial break ended." He smiles, before leaning back again to watch the game. "Oh, by the way, you can swallow."

You gulp the load down, and lower your gaze back to his softening dick.