Chapter 23 by AvenX

Where do you ask him to cum?

Your mouth

Thinking about your less than stellar breakfast this morning, you decide.

“My mouth. Please sir, cum in my mouth.”

“You can do better than that,” James chides. “It doesn’t sound like that is where you really want it. Maybe I should fuck your tight ass.”

“Please, master,” You beg harder, “Please cum in my slut mouth. I need it. I need your cum so bad, sir. I crave it all the time. Please, please, please, sir.”

“That’s more like it. It’s no wonder subs get addicted to cum. The way you guzzle it down.”

James reaches underneath your head and pulls something. The headrest slides out and your head falls, unsupported, but at the perfect height to be mouth fucked. The padlock in your nose swings down, to bump against the bridge of your nose and partially block your eyesight. Its curved shackle pulls your nostrils back uncomfortably and makes it hard to breathe.

“Open up.” He commands, unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick.

You open your mouth, not to take him in, but to explain your breathing problem. He doesn’t give you the chance to talk, roughly shoving into your mouth and down your throat in one smooth thrust until his hairy groin is pressed into your face. You gag and **** struggling for air.

“Don’t let those teeth touch me, or I’ll remove them.”

You can’t get enough air as he moves in and out of your throat. You don’t have much skill at deep-throating and you gag every time, but he doesn’t seem to care. Your head bounces back and forth with his thrusts. It’s a fantasy you’ve only ever dreamed of, but right now it’s hard to enjoy the moment when your vision is slowly darkening around the edges. You wonder if he’ll stop if you pass out, if he’ll even notice.

Before you do, he presses himself deep inside and cums. And cums. You swallow what you can, but there is just too much cum. It fills your mouth and squishes out to run all over your tear-streaked face. He pulls out and you can breathe.

“What do you say?” John, who had watched the whole thing, prompts you.

“Thank you, Master James,” your rasp out of your sore throat.

“You’re welcome, slut,” he replies, “but I think it’s time for your next modification.”