Of one who knows what you are

“Come on, I know you can take it deeper than that…”

The gothic twenty-something had taken over the situation completely. Winding her fingers into the hair on the back of your head and using that foothold to push your face down into Trev’s lap. Years of dedicated training kicking in as your throat overruled its own gag reflex to instead simply relax and allow itself to be invaded and filled.

The owner of said invasion made some plaintive attempts to intercede: “Woah, steady on now Di… You’re **** her!”

Diane only laughed, though did pull you back up for a gasp of saliva-soaked air… before pushing you back down onto the pole you so craved.

“Oh, Trev…” She sighed, dramatically. “You poor, sweet boy. You don’t even realise what type of fish you’ve caught when it’s swallowing your worm whole…”

She drove you down further till your lips were literally resting against his ballsack, then twisted and ground your face there for a second or two to belabour the point.

“This one doesn’t want to be wined and dined Trevvy-poo. She wants you to tie her up and spank her until her cheeks turn red, then fuck her little brains out. She wants you to slam your cock down her throat until her face goes blue and her eyes roll back. It’s written all over her silly, slutty outfit and fluttering eyelashes. Nice girls don’t give you a handjob out in public at a bus stop Trev… She’s been trying to tell you she’s a nasty one!”

Again and again, your head was pushed down and pulled up. The clarity of Diane’s monologue fading out and in as you were deprived and supplied with oxygen and the bright light of the sun-soaked bedroom. You got the gist of it though… and couldn’t help but agree. This girl was someone who could see right through your shy, cutesy facade and ‘oops did I drop that?’ falsetto voice as you wiggled your bottom at anyone who might look. Who recognised that you couldn’t help the urge to tease and flirt with every aspect of your soul and body. Just like wonderful Ben, who’d never missed for a second how your eyes strayed to his crotch and seemed to be able to read every dirty little thought you came up with.

The fact was you felt so much more secure in yourself when someone else took control like this, than you ever did out in the wilds with somebody like Trev. In the real world of polite, restrained society where no-one ever told you what they actually wanted and you were **** to guess whether your very existence made them horrified or horny. Your one, simple desire was to please everybody and anybody who came along… Why did so many have to make it so hard by doubting, denying and hiding what would do so, sometimes even from themselves?

The grip on the back of your head tightened and pulled you up completely for a full gasp of glorious, crisp air. Your eyes were streaming mascara and chin dripped with some mixture of drool and precum, yet the taste of that breath made it all so worth it.

“Isn’t that right, honeybun?” The black-shrouded beauty asked in sweet, motherly tones.

The words of your reply came easily. Waiting as they were, always, just behind lips tinted with the flavour of another’s flesh:

“Yes Mistress.”