He gives you an order.

"I'm going to call you my bitch...", Sam decides, "and you're going to do everything I say. Now look up."

You look up at him and he cups your chin with a gloved hand, cradling it as he lays his long hard cock on your face. Slowly, he slides it down over an eye and around your nose, stopping so that the tip rests between your lips. The hand holding your chin shifts, and its thumb reaches up to enter your closed mouth. The brief taste of latex heralds the digit's arrival inside as it parts your lips and holds your mouth open. Sam leans forward slightly and a new taste, one of precum, lands exclusively on your tongue. He takes his thumb off of your bottom lip and moves that hand to the back of your head. You start to gag as he suddenly rams all seven inches of his surprisingly thick cock into the back of your throat. He holds your head there for a few seconds as you start to ****, then allows you to back your mouth about halfway off it before ramming it home again. Holding your head to him, he then begins to throatfuck you. His balls repeatedly slap your chin and spit flies out from between your closed lips as he humps your face. In and out. In and out. In and out.

After about a solid minute, Sam finally groans and cums. Thick ropes of salty ejaculant **** their way straight down. You don't even have the option of swallowing. You gulp around Sam's softening dick as he holds you in place. Only after his organ has quit quivering and dripping every last bit does he release his hold. You gasp for air, your lips shiny and sticky with strands of cum.