Learning to please him

You purr as you suck his hard cock with your soft mouth, nuzzling happily at the thought you are giving him pleasure. You take it as deep as you can, forcing your mouth down until you gag, then pulling back before trying again.

Your bobbing movements cause the chains between your collar and your nipple clamps to tighten, tugging your stiff nipples and making you gasp and shudder as you slurp at his glorious meat. Nothing else matters to you any more. Pleasing this man and getting pleasure from doing it are the centre of your existence now and all else has faded to unimportance.

Your only disappointment is that he doesn't grab your hair and **** you onto his cock. **** it down your throat and fuck your face with brutal need. The thought of him doing that makes you quiver with excitement, and you consider begging him to use you that way, but fear that you may displease him. Instead, you suck harder at him, your tongue and lips striving to bring him release, give you the gift of his hot cream in your mouth.

Your nipples are burning with need and aching from the clamps, and you feel the hot wet warmth growing in your pussy again. You start to moan around his fat cock as you suck it, wishing your hands were free so you could impale yourself with your fingers, rub your engorged clit with your thumb. Instead, you do the next best thing, squeezing your thighs together and wriggling, trying to bring yourself to orgasm as you strive to drain his cock.

Suddenly you feel his hands on your head, and whimper with satisfaction, thinking that now he will take you hard, use your soft mouth with brutal lust. He grabs handfuls of your hair and pumps his cock into you as you gurgle happily, your saliva running from your mouth and dripping onto your breasts.

Your body is getting closer and closer to orgasm and you start to quiver in anticipation, but just as suddenly as he grabbed your hair he pulls his cock out of your mouth, holding your head so you can't chase after it. You whine in need, looking up at him in mute appeal but he doesn't react. Instead he lifts you to your feet and leads you to a low couch, pushing you back on it and spreading your knees apart.

You look at him as he kneels between your thighs, seeing your flesh shiny and wet with your own juices, seeing his thick cock hard and ready to impale you, urging him with silent wanton eyes to do whatever he wants to you. To take you and fuck you and use you and make you his.

His ****.