Blowjob and Reflections

The one thing that Rick learned the next morning was that there was nothing like being woken up by a woman's mouth around your cock. It wasn't something he'd ever experienced before. Slowly, he opened his eyes and gazed down at the brunette who was slowly working her mouth up and down his dick. She was using one of her hands to massage his balls, while the other appeared to be buried between her legs.

It was only a matter of a few moments before Rick blew a huge load right down her throat. He couldn't help grabbing ahold of the back of her head and shoving his cock as far down her throat as it could go. The gagging sounds she made and the big of struggle she put up made his orgasm last even longer. When the final shot of cum had exited his body, he let up on her head. Mary pulled away from his cock and took in a deep wheezing breath.

"Thank you, master," she said, once she had recovered enough to speak.

"You're a good slut," Rick said with a smile. "I'm going to grab a shower. I want breakfast done when I get out. Fix yourself something as well. Then we'll talk about what happens next.

"Yes, master," she responded. Rick enjoyed watching her naked ass sway back and forth as she got up and left the room.

With a sigh of contentment, Rick got up and made his way to the ensuite bathroom. After finishing with the toilet and brushing his teeth, he got into the shower and started to contemplate how much his life was going to change.

He had a ****. A real ****. A **** who would, apparently, do anything he told her to do. Who would take any **** he could throw at her. Who would, apparently, allow him to act out any of his most perverted fantasies.

And he had perverted fantasies. He'd already **** her to drink her own piss. That had been off the cuff, but had been something he'd enjoyed in porn for years. He'd also choked her on his cock, which was something he was going to enjoy for as long as she remained his ****. There wasn't any feeling comparable to a gorgeous young woman **** around your cock. Or, at least, Rick hadn't found one yet, though he was going to give it a good try.

As he washed the shampoo out of his hair, Rick spared a moment to think about how he was treating another human being. Should he be worried about the morality of what he had done so far?

Maybe, he thought. Maybe he would go to hell for doing what he was doing, and what he still planned to do.

But... It'd be so worth it.

a.n. I know this looked abandoned. I'm still writing this story when I'm in the mood. More chapters soon.