“I am?” She asked uncertainly.

She’d never sucked cock before so how could she be good at it? How would he know? But she was oddly encouraged by his praise. “Wait... how...?” She shook off her questions and doubts. He believed in her. She would meet his expectations. That was important to her. She leant forward, kissing his head tentatively, looking up at him for confirmation she was doing it well. He nodded and she blushed, pleased with herself. Her tongue snaked out to lick his head and swirl about it. She tasted sweat, pre cum and his masculine musk. It was a heady thing. She engulfed his head and started sucking in earnest. She took him in her mouth, tonsil deep, then she bobbed back and his cock popped out of her warm hungry mouth. She licked down his shaft to his balls, rubbing her cheek against his saliva wet cock as she kissed his balls and took them in her mouth.

She should grip them. Squeeze them. Make him free her. She shook off that thought as she trailed her tongue obediently back along his rigid length and went back to deep throating him. He gripped her head and face fucked her.

Then he came and she hungrily swallowed all of his seed. Her belly felt warm with his seed in it and she felt vindicated. She was a good cock sucker. She felt him softening in her mouth and started to realise what she had done.

He laughed, petted her head condescendingly and left her.