I want a blow job

"Get on your knees," I told her, "And give me a blow job."

"Of course, master!" She said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and knelt immediately.

Evie might not have been a "pro" but she was definitely experienced in pleasing a guy with her mouth. It didn't hurt that she was putting everything she had into her performance. I let myself float into the sensation of her mouth on me. Her loving tongue caressing and licking my cock. Her happy little noises. With how pent up I had been for several days now, it was more than enough to make me pop after only a few minutes. I launched a big wad of cum into her mouth. She swallowed the first spurt, but the second came too quickly and it started to ooze out of her. Whatever, I wasn't going to make a fuss.

She looked to me for approval, and I nodded. That made her very happy indeed, and she slurped up the rest of my cum like it was melted ice cream. I let out a long contented sigh. This was my future, and I was here for it.

"Got that out of your system, did ya?" Jessie's nagging voice brought me back to reality. Not that reality was a bad place to be right now. Still, I could do without one impatient, snippy brunette. "You could've at least throat fucked her, or something."

I started to retort but she cut me off. "Don't wanna hear it. We got a lot more to do, let's go."

She was halfway to the door before I even zipped up my pants.