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"Bend over for me."

Wait. No way do you want to be used that way. This wasn't what you had planned when you started.

"Well." She says, "Did you like sucking my cock?"

That's your cock, not hers. But the truth of it still remains, it felt so good, so pleasureable. To lick, to suck, to taste. Your head nods slowly.

"I can't hear you John. Tell me. Did you like sucking my new cock?"

You try to admit anything other than the truth, but you can't. The word creeps up to your lips and escapes, "Yes." The truth is ****. "I liked sucking your cock." And you did. As you say it, it sounds more and more true, more obvious now.

She bends down to look you in the eyes. "I don't think you're telling me the whole of it. I think you loved it. So tell me, did you love sucking my cock? Hmmmm?"

You turn your head down and to the side, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I loved sucking your cock." And the thought comes easier this time.

"Well, if you ever want to suck this again," and she brings that cock dangling before you - you want to suck, you want to lick, you want to taste, And she pulls it back away from you. "If you ever want to suck this again you're going to have to do what I say. No arguments. No questions. Just do as I ask of you. And if you're good, maybe I'll let you suck it again. Wouldn't that be a nice reward?"

There doesn't seem to be a choice in the matter. You begin slowly turning around, placing both hands on the floor. You look back over your shoulder as a small whimper escapes you. "Please, don't..."

"Hmmm? Are you really going to keep asking? Do you want to suck my cock? If you don't you can leave. You can grab your clothes and head out of this place. And I'll leave as well. And you'll never be able to suck this again because I'll be taking it with me. And you'll never get to feel that wonderful pleasure again? So it's up to you."