Sweet surrender

You wake up. He's on top of you, snoring. The little morning light that penetrates through the dirty, glazed basement window does nice things for his muscle tone and bed hair.

Pushing him over on his back, you sit up. The apartment door is unlocked, unguarded. You can be free, independent just by walking out that door.

His cock catches your eyes. It's hard.

Independence can wait. You know what you have to do.

You kneel nude at the foot of the bed, and crawl up softly between your master's legs. You inhale his scent, lick, and wrap your lips around his cock.

He mumbles in his sleep.

You worship his cock, swirling and spinning your tongue, paying attention to every crag and edge of his rugged cock. The feeling of your mouth submitting itself to your captor's manhood is incredibly.

His eyes open. He looks down at you and smiles.

Your heart beats faster as you continue sucking, worshipping his cock. At the first hint of precum, you push your head down and let him come down your throat. The taste is rich, musky. You suck in every last droplet, leaving your master's cock pristine.

You sit up on your knees. He's eying you, grinning.

"Thank you for fucking me, sir," you say as submissively as you can.

"Sir?" he laughs. "I like the sound of that. Make me breakfast, sweet tits."

He spanks your curvy bum as you get up.