Throating Christopher

Walking into Christopher’s penthouse bedroom with its floor to ceiling windows and walkout terrace feels more familiar to Emma than talking to him. He has a perfectly made king size bed that implies a daily visit from a maid service. Emma lies down on it with her head hanging off the side. She still has her short dress on. She imagines a sexy French maid making the bed later to distract herself from the looming throatfuck.

Emma has deepthroated her dates on occasion, but she’s not entirely comfortable with it. She knows she has some gag reflex, and she resolves to train herself to be a better Suckr blowjob girl. Hanging her head off the bed feels like a bit of cheatcode. She just has to serve one client at a time, and she genuinely wants to please Christopher.

Chris comes in and undresses slowly. He hangs his blazer and pants, and then he loosens the cufflinks in his shirt. There’s a big bulge in his briefs. Emma swallows and opens her mouth wide.

He looms over her and teases her lips with his cock. She reaches for him with her tongue, and then he forcefully pushes past her tongue and into her hot mouth. Emma is helpless to resist. She balls her hands into fists and squeezes her thumbs to help suppress her gag reflex. Chris pushes his cock to the back of her mouth and then past the bend into her throat.

Emma breathes lightly between strokes. It’s hard to think. His cock in her mouth and throat is her reality. She wills herself to take it, to endure, to be his perfect throatfuck girl for the night. Her drool is collecting, dripping, lubricating.

Christopher’s strokes are becoming faster, more urgent. He knows he can go balls deep in her throat, and he does, again and again. The shaft pistoning into her spasming throat is overwhelming. Emma’s mind shuts down. Her entire body becomes life support for the cock in her throat. Streaks of drool run out her mouth and through her eyes into her hair. She is oblivious to everything but the cock.

The man reaches to crush her tits through the flimsy fabric of her dress. He slams his meat into her abused throathole, and then as he crosses his edge he pulls out to unload in her mouth, on her tongue, on her lips, on her face.

The cum runs up Emma’s face until she regains full awareness. She feels the sticky goo on her face marking her as a good girl and smiles. “Thank you, Christopher!”

He sits on the bed and looks at her ruined face. “How long can you stay?”

She rolls over and licks her lips. “There’s an escalating hourly rate up to 24 hours. How long do you want me, Christopher?”

He looks at his watch again. “Another time. I’ll mark you as my preferred blowjob girl in Suckr. Leaving you a bit extra. Do pay down that tuition, Emma.”

Emma calls a rideshare and rides the elevator down. The app prompts her if she is willing to keep Christopher as a client. This is an easy choice.