Beg for it

"Are you ready princess? Are you ready to finally see a real mans cock? To feel its heavy weight?"

The questions come at me in rapid fire and my dazed brain, unable to form any worded response, can only persuade my head to nod repeatedly and eagerly, like a small child when asked if he would like more chocolate.

"I don't think you are, a good boy, who actually wants this, would use their words." He teases as inches his hips towards my face only to retract them as soon as his crotch has rubbed my lips and its musk has re-entered my nose.

I know what he wants, what he is doing. He wants me to beg for it. Wants me to beg to see his enormous penis, to beg to hold it, to taste it. Is this what I have been reduced to? It toom a matter of hours for a hunk like Charlie to take this 100% straight boy, who has never once questioned himself, and have him on his knees drooling at the thought of worshipping his a big black cock. Ready to beg for such a delicious treat. Am I really going to do thi....

"P-please sir..."

Wait.. is that my voice?

"Please can I see your incredible cock. Please can I taste it?"

Fuck that is me. I'm actually saying this. I actually am so desperate for it.

"Such good manners, but a good boy would call me daddy." he demands.

"Please Da-daddy, can I please see your cock?" my voice squeaks out in a fairly feminine manner.