He has to clean up his mess

*****Hi everyone! I’m TheBeast and I’m going to take over writing some of the Lucy Black storylines starting with this one. I tend to write in the past tense and in the third person so that’s what I’m going to do with this story as well. I hope you enjoy my additions to this story! This chapter is going to be a bit short as I’m just starting to take the story in my own direction, but future chapters will almost definitely be longer. Feel free to let me know if you have any ideas that you’d want me to include.*****

Lucy lay there, on her back, gripping the plaything at her side, relishing the feeling of emptiness in her balls. For the first time in forever she felt true bliss. She remained in this state of ecstasy for a few minutes before growling, “Alright slut, you’ve had a chance to rest, now clean up your mess.” James got out of her bed and fetched some paper towels from her kitchen, when he returned Lucy had a decision to make. Would she slap him with her palm or the back of her hand? She chose to backhand him. The impact knocked him to the floor, “With your tongue you fucking moron! Jesus fucking Christ do you even have a brain?”

“I’m sorry Mistress!” James immediately pulled himself up onto her bed and began licking the spot where his watery jizz was starting to stain Lucy’s sheets. He licked and licked, barely breaking eye contact with her until she grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked him to her lap. “Here too you little shit!” He stuck out his tongue and let Lucy move him around until he had licked up every singe drop of her cum which he had failed to keep in his slutty little ass. Seeing her new boy toy clean her up like that gave Lucy’s cock a final second wind and she gave her command, “Look what you did to me, bitch.” She gestured to her massive boner, “you’re going to have to take care of this before I go to sleep. Start sucking James!”

James rose up to be able to get Lucy’s thick tip between his lips and the wetness felt beyond amazing. Lucy let out a hungry groan as James started applying some suction. He slowly worked his way down the next few inches until her tip hit the back of his throat and he gagged. Still maintaining his suction, James looked into his Mistress’s eyes and, in a moment of understanding, Lucy reached up with both hands and pulled his face down her shaft another few inches, taking pleasure at the gagging and wrenching movements his throat involuntarily made, milking her cock. She was six inches deep, “almost half way slut, let’s go a few more,” Lucy sneered with a sadistic grin. She pulled him down another three inches and bucked her hips a little, thrusting an extra inch deeper and retracting as her hips landed back down on the bed. More gagging notices came out of James’s throat and all Lucy gave in response was a pleasured groan. She pulled James down the last five inches hilting herself balls deep at fourteen inches and pressed his face into her pelvis, pushing an extra two inches deep. James gagged and wretched, his throat tightly clenched around her massive phallus. His spit lubricating her shaft as she gently pulled him up just barely enough so he could breathe before she slammed his face back into her pelvis.

Lucy repeated this series of dominating acts until she felt he balls tighten. Her orgasm was coming. She became more aggressive with her movement of James’s head. Up and down and up and down she bobbed his smutty mouth with vicious dominance. Lucy kept this pace, enjoying the tortured gagging noises escaping from his stuffed throat until she felt the heat of her load shooting up her cock and out of her tip, into James’s waiting belly. She grunted and thrust her cock as best she could as deep as she could into him, ramming her pelvis against his face. Minutes later, when she was quite finished, Lucy slowly pulled her softening monster out of his throat, and released her iron grip on James’s head. Finally, he uttered three words that would remain with Lucy for the rest of her life, “Thank you Mistress.”

As he tried to snuggle up to her, Lucy swept her leg across the bed, kicking him to the floor, “You sleep down there tonight”. As Lucy drifted off to sleep, she reflected on everything that had transpired that evening, from the drinks to the attempted date ****, to James’s dark confessions. Her last thought before the grip of sleep claimed her was that she didn’t want to only be a cruel demanding bitch of a mistress. But rather she wanted an actual, healthy dom/sub relationship with James. She could do that and still be an ethical professor… right?