A Blow Job

"You could give me a ... a blow job?", Nick asks, looking sheepish, clearly nervous. I'm shocked by his request, but soon get thoughtful. The last thing I'd want is to be trapped in an elevator, with someone freaking out. It's not like he's asking so much from me, right?

I let out a small giggle at the situation. I guess getting him to think about his dick really did get his mind on something other than the present predicament, huh? I think to myself. "Ok, Nick. You want a blowjob, college junior? I guess I can give you one. I lower myself onto my knees, placing my face about eye level with his crotch. I ask him, "How old are you, Nick?" Nick pauses to bring his mind away from how close my head is from his smaller head. I'm m twenty now, Miss." He says, less stammering in his voice.

"Hey, Nick, have you ever watched erotic material before?", I ask as I start unzipping his pants. That brings a laugh to his face, "Yea, but I doubt my parents don't know. Why?". As I extract his rod from his pants, which quickly comes to full mast, and becomes surprised at just how long it is, but a promise is a promise, after all. Keeping my eyes upward, I replay, and as casually as I could manage, "Do you remember what they call the women they fuck in those, Nick?" I ask before Licking up the underside of his cock. "Well, they call them several different things, but the most common thing I remember is slut . . but why do you ask?", he says before I lick the length of his throbbing member once again.

"Well, Nick, If it would help you keep in the moment with me, I'll let you call me slut while we are together," I say, trying to keep him calm. Who cares what he calls me now? He's liable to forget this once this is done, right? The big thing is he's calm now, I tell myself. I find myself getting turned on by the notion.

"I can call you that? Suck me off then, slut. Suck my fucking cock like the good slut you are." He says, almost forcefully enough, that he may even believe it. I feel turned on by the transformation he's gone through, and soon I'm working up and down the shaft of his hard dick, and soon I'm ramming it all the way down my throat, his balls slapping on my chin.

'Yea, suck my dick, slut. You like my cock in your throat, don't you slut?" He calls down, and our eyes meet. Well., at least he's not thinking about the elevator's power failure, right? I can't blame him for doing what I told him to, either. "Oh, yea, you are good at this, aren't you, slut? Don't forget to suck on my balls while you are down there! Suck my balls like the cock-slut you are!" Yes, At least he's not worried about surviving or anything, or I think sarcastically, as I keep working up and down on the shaft of his dick.

"Yea, just like that, you slut. You like my dick, don't you? How would you like to be my slut? He cries down at me. 'Yes, Master. I'm your slut, master." I whisper back with a smirk, before taking his dick deep down my throat again. I start working harder down the shaft of his member, and I can tell he was about to come. He knew it, too, and his face becomes more confident about it. "Slut, I'm going to come, and I want you to swallow the whole load. For your master, of course," he says. 'Boy, has someone gotten full of himself, ' I think, as I continue sucking at his dick. It was not long before he came, shooting his load down into her mouth. I loved the feeling, submitting myself fully to him as his slut.

Just as I was about to swallow it down, Nick commands, "Hold on, don't swallow quite yet, slut. I want to see you swirl my seed around in your most first. I'm surprised by how commanding he can be, and yet I'm turned on by it. Playing the role of a submissive had gotten me thinking in all kinds, of sexual, dirty ways right about now. I watch as he pulls out his camera phone, and takes several photos of me, naked, on my knees, and with a mouth full of his seed. He takes several shots from directly in front of me, before rotating around my prone form before finally telling you, "Ok, you can swallow now, slut".

In a feeling of almost relief, I swallow the salty load he **** me to swirl about in my mouth. He leans against the walk of the elevator casually now, as he says, "Who's your master, slut"? He asks, casually, almost commanding. Despite myself, my state of undress and his forceful treatment have turned me on even more... I remain on my knees and reply, "You are my master." He smiles an evil grin at me, before saying, "Who's the master? ... and what are you?" . . I respond, loader this time, "You're my master!, I'm your slut!" I say, trembling weakly.

'Better. Now then, how can you please your master now, slut?" Nick asks, clearly growing bolder by the minute.