I Submit to Cameron

I crawled on my hands and knees over to Cameron, then took a seat on the edge of the bed in front of his swaying dick. He ran a hand through my hair.

“You make a pretty girl, Andi.”

I beamed up at him as I wrapped both hands around his length. It sent a tingle to a part of my brain I hadn’t known existed: the part that wanted, needed, to serve.

I stroked it slowly, letting my gaze wash over the rest of him, etching every detail of his naked body into my memory. The broad shoulders, scraggly beard, curly hair. The rippling biceps, the strained forearms, the warm hands.

I kissed my way from the tip of his penis down to the base where I pressed myself into his ballsack and slathered it with my tongue. Here, I found the source of his salty musk. I breathed it in as deeply as I could.

Cam coiled my hair into a handle and pulled me off him.

“We’ll have time for that later. Open up.”

I let my tongue loll out of my mouth. He smacked his dick against it. At the taste, I realized my mistake: I should have immediately covered it in as much drool as I could muster. Luckily, Cam was about to rectify that.

Inch by inch, he **** his black cock down my throat. I slobbered as much as I could to make it easy for him. It became difficult to breathe.

Above me, Cam grunted in satisfaction, and I smiled around the dick in my mouth.

“That’s a good slut.”

He was right; Abbie was right; I was a total slut.

He **** me to his hilt, let my tongue play along his balls, then pulled me away. I caught a breath of air, then dived right back in.

I’d spent so much of college afraid. Afraid of failing, afraid of rejection, afraid of everything.

His thrusts quickened. Spit dripped onto my breasts. My mind went blank.

How much easier it was to be a servant to Cameron’s big black cock.

My master shoved me onto the bed, his length escaping my mouth with a pop.

“I wasn’t done,” I croaked, still in need of air.

He flopped his dick onto my stomach. I watched my own spit trickle off it down to my pussy.

“Neither was I,” he said.

My heart hammered against my ribcage. A deep ache returned to my stomach, and I knew only one thing would relieve it.

“Do it.”

I draped my legs over his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around me in a total embrace.

His kiss consummated my obedience. My tongue surrendered to his, and I knew I would forever do whatever he asked of me.

He slipped it in, and I slipped away. Our bodies fused; I writhed beneath him. I left breathy moans on his lips every time his hips bucked.

I stared into his eyes, felt the sheer intensity of his desire, and the second orgasm of the night spilled through me.

“Oh fuck…” I whispered.

In seconds, the tremor in my heart whisked to my toes until my whole body was quivering. Cam kept his earth-shattering rhythm, burying himself a little deeper each time. He inserted a thumb into my open mouth, and I gratefully enveloped it with my tongue.

“You’re so hot,” he mumbled.

I made no attempt to hide my appreciation, swirling more wetness around his finger. It was clear he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

His eyes widened as his cock reached all the way inside me.

“Fuck–”

He pulled out suddenly, and I whined, needing him more than ever.

“That’s not…” he trailed off.

I propped myself up on my elbows, “What?”

He looked my pale body up and down. I could still see how much he wanted me.

“Usually,” he leaned in for a kiss and I gladly gave it to him, “I can keep from cumming for as long as I want. But that,” he gestured vaguely at me, my inviting mouth, my glistening breasts, “That almost got me.”

I giggled and pressed another kiss on his lips. “Just make sure–” I glanced away shyly, realizing what I was about to say. “Just make sure you cum inside me.”

“Don’t you worry, Andi,” he said, groping my boobs. “There was never another option.”