I filled her mouth with hot jizz

"Please Candice, let me cum in your mouth."

"You want me to eat your hot, sticky cum? Good. I love cum. I hope you have enough for me, you little limp-dick."

Candice climbed off of the table and untied me. She got down on her knees and started to suck my cock. Just like with everything else, she was aggressive, going down deep and dragging her teeth along my shaft, squeezing my balls so hard they almost hurt. She would look up at me with her hazel eyes and they would just burn with passion. Candice always had at least one hand on a nipple, twisting and pulling.

"I thought you wanted to cum, fucker. Come on then. Give it to me. Or don't you have it in you?"

"Yes Candice. I want to cum so bad."

"The do it! Give me that cum!"

I groaned and she went back to sucking on my cock, even harder than before. I moved my hips uncontrolably, and Candice seemed to like that. She pulled on her nipple harder, twisted it so hard I thought she was trying to wrench it off. I fucked her mouth a little harder. Candice's left hand, which had been massaging my balls, dropped down to her pussy and became a blur.

"Yeah, fuck my mouth you piece of shit. Give me that cum. Give it to me!"

It was too much. I grabbed her brown hair and pulled her head all the way to the base of my cock and started to cum. My cock spasmed again and again, filling her mouth with cum, so much that Candice gagged on my jizz. She let some drool out from the corners of her mouth. It was so hot, but she wasn't finished.

"Give me more, damnit! I want all your cum, every fucking drop." She shouted, and started sucking me again. It hurt. I didn't have anything left to give her, but she kept savagely trying to nurse just that little bit more out of my cock. When my cock finally went limp, she seemed disgusted with me.

"Pathetic. If that's all the cum you have, I don't know why I wasted my time." Never mind that I had never cum so much in my life. "Still, I think we have a long way to go before you're reformed. If I catch you looking at my tits again, or watching my ass, or anything else sick like that, we may have to do this again. Am I clear."

She knew perfectly well she had just guaranteed I would be doing little else besides staring at her deliciously curvy body. But I played along. "Yes, Mistress."