He cums but is not done.

Headmaster Alexander’s thrusts grew erratic, his grip in Julia’s blonde hair turning ironclad as he buried himself to the hilt one final time, his thick cock pulsing against her tongue. He didn’t pull out, didn’t offer so much as a grunt of warning—he simply erupted, flooding her mouth with hot, thick ropes of cum that hit the back of her throat in forceful spurts. Julia’s eyes widened in shock, a muffled whimper escaping around his shaft as she instinctively tried to swallow the sudden deluge, but he held her firmly in place, forcing every last drop down her throat until she had **** but to gulp it all, her throat working convulsively while tears streaked her mascara. When he finally eased back, his spent cock slipping free with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva and semen connected her swollen lips to his glistening tip; she gasped for air, coughing softly, the salty-bitter taste coating her tongue and lingering in her senses.

But he wasn’t finished. Alexander tucked himself away only halfway, his dark eyes locked on her flushed, disheveled face as he towered over her. “That little blowjob isn’t going to be enough, Mrs. Edwards,” he said, voice low and commanding, laced with cruel satisfaction. “A ****, neglected housewife like you needs to fully submit body, mind, and that dripping cunt of yours. You’re going to give me everything.” He reached down, gripping her chin hard enough to tilt her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “From now on, you call me ‘Sir.’ Say it.”

Julia’s lips trembled, her mind reeling from the intensity, the degradation, the lingering ache between her legs that only grew worse with his words. “Sir,” she whispered, voice hoarse and small.

“Louder,” he snapped.

“Sir,” she repeated, clearer this time, a shameful heat blooming across her chest.

“Good girl. Now try ‘Master.’” His thumb brushed roughly over her lower lip, smearing the remnants of his cum. “Thank me for letting a pathetic, cheating slut like you taste my cock.”

Her pussy clenched at the words, traitorous and wet, betraying how deeply his dominance was sinking into her. “Thank you… Master,” she managed, the title feeling filthy and right on her tongue. “Thank you for letting me taste your cock.”

He smirked, releasing her chin only to slide his hand into her hair again, yanking her head back so her throat was exposed. “That’s right. You’re nothing but a cock-hungry trophy wife who’s been starving for real dick while your limp-pricked husband plays businessman. Look at you—sitting in my office with my cum still warm in your belly, makeup ruined, pussy probably leaking through that prim little dress. Say it. Tell Master what you are.”

Julia swallowed hard, humiliation and arousal twisting together until she could barely think. “I’m… I’m a cock-hungry trophy wife,” she echoed, voice shaking but obedient. “Thank you, Master, for showing me what I’ve been missing… for using my mouth like the slut I am.”

He laughed softly, dark and pleased, stepping closer so his half-hard cock brushed her cheek. “That’s a start. But we’re just getting warmed up, Mrs. Edwards. You’re going to learn exactly how grateful a broken little whore can be.”