Lousy Technique

Emma’s thrusts became more violent, her hips slamming into Marcus’s face with a rhythmic, wet thud.

She didn't care about his comfort; she only cared about the sensation of her massive shaft stretching his throat to the breaking point.

The pressure built up in her loins, a tidal wave of heat that surged from her core to the tip of her 16-inch member.

With a guttural moan of triumph, Emma gripped Marcus’s hair tight, pulling his head flush against her pelvis. She let out a sharp gasp as she came, her cock pulsing violently inside his mouth.

A massive, thick torrent of hot cum erupted, blasting deep into Marcus’s throat. He gagged, his eyes bulging as he struggled to swallow the sheer volume of her release.

Emma didn't stop until she had filled his mouth to the brim, the excess white cream leaking from the corners of his lips and dripping onto his expensive silk tie.

She pulled out with a wet schlick, leaving Marcus gasping for air, coughing and shivering on the marble floor. Emma looked down at him, her expression one of utter boredom.

"Pathetic," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "For a man of your stature, your technique is absolutely lousy. You're clumsy, you gag too much, and you lack the discipline to truly worship a goddess. I've had more enthusiasm from a desperate stranger on a webcam."

Marcus, still on his knees and covered in her seed, looked up at her with genuine shame. He didn't dare argue. He leaned forward and began to lick the stray drops of cum off the floor, desperate to appease her.

"I... I am so sorry, Empress," he whimpered, his voice raspy from the depth of her cock. "Please forgive me. I will do better. I will practice. I will spend every waking moment learning how to please you properly."

Emma sighed, leaning back and crossing her arms, her massive cock still semi-turgid and glistening in the light.

"Your apologies are as flimsy as your grip, Marcus. But I suppose you're useful for other things." She paused, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Tell me, do you have any plans for this evening? Or are you just going to spend the rest of the night scrubbing my cum off your floor?"

Marcus swallowed hard, glancing at his watch. "Actually... I have a gala planned. A private party at one of my estates. Some of the most influential men in the region will be there—CEOs, ministers, old money. It's a very exclusive circle, Empress. Very... conservative."

Emma’s lips curled into a smirk. The idea of a room full of "conservative," powerful men—men who believed they were at the top of the food chain—was intoxicating.

She could already imagine the look on their faces when she walked in and shattered their reality.

"I want to come," she stated. It wasn't a request; it was a decree.

Marcus froze. His face paled. "Empress, I... I don't think that's a good idea. These men are... they are traditional. They are the pillars of society. If you walk in there dressed as you are, with... with that..." He gestured vaguely toward her groin. "It would be a scandal. It could ruin my reputation with the board. Please, I can arrange for another session tomorrow, a more private one—"

Emma’s expression shifted instantly. The boredom vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp aggression.

She stepped forward, the head of her cock slapping hard against Marcus’s cheek, leaving a streak of moisture on his skin.

"Are you refusing me, Marcus?" she whispered, her voice low and dangerous. "After I just gave you the honor of filling your throat? After we just signed a deal that makes you my dog?"

Marcus trembled, the sheer presence of her dominance crushing his resolve. He looked at the monstrous member inches from his face and felt the familiar surge of terror and arousal.

He knew he couldn't say no. To refuse Emma was to invite a level of humiliation he wasn't prepared for, and simultaneously, a part of him craved the submission she demanded.

"No... no, Empress," he stammered, bowing his head low. "I didn't mean to refuse. Of course you can come. You can come as whoever you wish."

Emma smiled, a look of pure, malicious delight. "Good boy. Now, go get me a drink and find me something to wear that is... appropriate for the occasion. I want them to see everything, Marcus. I want every single one of those 'pillars of society' to know exactly who is coming to knock them down."

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