He test-drove my mouth, but gets distracted

“Of course, I shouldn’t keep you waiting!” With that, he unceremoniously grabbed me by the hair and thrust the throbbing cock over the wetted lips and into my obedient mouth. If only the extent of his control over me had ended there. To my absolute dismay I found my body responding, and it wasn’t just the natural reactions such as increased salvia production, a flailing tongue trying to escape the offending cock, or the disturbingly aching hole between my thighs spilling out juices.

It was all of the above and so much more. My tongue deftly started working on its own accord, systematically around the girth of the bulbous pink head invading my eager mouth. I felt as if I’d been following a script from the Bad Girls Bibles, as my hands moved up to join the fun. The left cupping his crotch gently, using four fingers to massage the back of his balls while my thumb worked away at front of his sack. My right gripping him by the base of his shaft and stroking back and forth in a rhythmical pattern that kept alternating between slow and fast strokes.

“Fuuuck, not so fast!” his outburst was accompanied by a resounding slap across my face with enough **** to knock me off the table, making me fall into a heap on the floor. The stinging pain registered all too clearly through the previous haze of dizziness and I felt completely conscious, as I momentarily regained a small measure of freedom. Managing to look away from him I found myself staring into the full length mirror, watching this gorgeous Asian woman stroking her cheek which was now decorated by a red imprint of Toshi’s hand.