Yes

You comply, trepidatiously, hoping that you can still just get away with blowing him.

Just as you move your head forward again, eager to take his cock head between your quivering lips and get him off in your virginal mouth, he speaks yet again.

"Good," he says, sitting down in front of your face and reaching for a cup of saki from the table, "now continue."

You lean down and start by sucking just the head past your lips, sucking and running your tongue around it, you start to bob up a little bit as he takes a drink of saki. When you go back down, you start taking some of his shaft into your mouth. This isn’t so bad, you think to yourself, as you try to I take a little more into your mouth. Though he starts out stoically drinking his sake, he starts interacting with you as you start taking more into your mouth.

“You’re really a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?” he compliments, running his fingers through your hair in a peculiarly comforting manner. “Good job,” he says as you take more into your mouth. He continues to encourage you as you continue bobbing up and down, taking more and more into your mouth with each downward stroke until he hits the back of your throat with a little over an inch remaining. For some strange reason, you feel an urge to please him, not just sexually to get this over with, but you want to make him proud of your accomplishment.

You try to get the last inch of his cock in your mouth, but his head was pushing past your tonsils and triggering your gag reflex. ****, you pulled him partway out so you could take a breath.

“Good try,” he complimented, “maybe next time you will get all of it.”

Driven on by his compliments and that strange urge to make him proud, you hold his cock in your mouth while taking a couple breaths through your nose to prepare. Then, you **** the rest of him into your throat until your nose is buried into his salt and pepper pubes.

“Ah. Good job,” he intones, using his hand that had been stroking your head to hold it in place now. You’ve held his cock in your throat as long as you can while tears form in your eyes and as you begin to gag, you pull up and encounter steel resistance. You start to feel like you’re out of breath and slightly panicky. You start to panic a little as his cock is down your throat longer than you’ve ever held your breath. Suddenly, the pressure on your head is gone and you bob back up until just the head is still in your mouth.

“Ah. Good job,” he intones again, making your chest swell with pride. Slightly light-headed, but breathing again, you go back down, it's easier this time and you are able to swallow him much easier.

As you ran out of air the next time you hear him say, “You really must show me how much of a good boy you are.” You start bobbing up and down, your lips kissing his pubes and your throat stretching with every stroke as tears formed in your eyes. You started to lose track of your breathing, holding your breath as his cock invaded your throat more rapidly. You could hold your breath for only two or three strokes at first, but then you were holding it for five or ten strokes.

You got quite lightheaded, but that was ok, you felt like you were in the clouds, and besides, you were making Mr. Ito proud, and that was important in and of itself. You never even noticed when he reaches down, nor felt when he squirted lube on your ass that you were still sticking up in the air.

You started to notice as he started to work a finger into your ass. It was a little uncomfortable at first but, you were still bobbing up and down, and it was more important to please Mr. Ito than to alleviate some discomfort. Especially since it started to go away as he pumped it in and out. Then, it started to feel kinda good.

You start bobbing up and down with the rhythm of his finger fucking you. Gradually, he started to insert a second finger. This too was painful at first, but it started to go away too. Then, he curved his fingers down and it was like lighting ran through you straight to your dick. You hadn’t really been hard during this whole affair, but now you were. You had to feel that again, you had to get more.

"That's enough," he said pulling his glorious fingers out of your ass. Grabbing your hair and pulling your mouth off of him, he told you, "time to fuck you."

He gets up and walks around to the end of the booth, positioning himself behind you. You feel his hands on your hips, pulling your ass back. Then, you feel his cock pushing against you as he lines up with your rosebud, ready to take your virginity.