Special Surprise

"Nonsense! I insist!" He stood from his chair, grabbed the **** by her hair and dragged her over to the guest, depositing her on her knees in front of him. Amanda looked up at him, looming over her in his seated position. She could see the bulge in his left pant leg as his cock strained against the fabric of his pants. Before she began to reach up his hands were already at this belt. By the time she made it up to him he already had his pants undone. She wrapped her long fingers around the waist of his pants and underwear before pulling them down to his knees, freeing his member. She was greeted with a large, rod straight cock nestled in crowd of curling hair and crowned by a purple-pink head. He lifted his hips and pulled his pants all the way to his ankles before Amanda reached up to grab his cock, wrapping her fingers around the shaft as she brought her head up. With her tongue she lightly traced the crown of his cock, taking care to get the top, sides, and under the rim while gently pumping with her hand. The man groaned loudly as she began her work, taking care to lavish attention on every square inch of the cock she could reach.

"Don't be shy my man, she likes a rough experience. Give her all you've got!" the master said. Amanda felt as the man wrapped his hands around her head and pushed his cock further into her mouth and past her throat. Luckily Amanda had had much practice with deep throating during her time in the whore house, but this was still earlier than she would have preferred. She gagged as it slid in, coughing slightly against the rod that filled her mouth and throat, spittle escaping her mouth. The smell of his pubic hair was fresh and clean, a marked difference from the smell of sweat and pussy she was used to when it came to deep throating her master. A nice change of pace she thought as her penetrator released her head, allowing her some air and the chance for her hands to return to his cock. She began stroking again as she moved her head up and down with quick motions, the faster she could get the man to cum the faster she could move on. Her free had gently massaged the man's large, round testicles. She guessed it had been some time since he'd cum. That would mean a large deposit for her to swallow. After a few minutes the man began to pant, lightly at first but growing in intensity as she worked. She knew he was close when his balls retracted towards his body, his cock growing more ridged in her hand, the salty taste of his pre-cum greeting her tongue. One, two, three, four, strong, fragrant ropes of cum flowed into her mouth with a final few small spurts. The man gasped as he emptied his balls in the ****'s mouth before collapsing back into the chair, spent. Amanda took care to suck of his remaining load out of his member, squeezing it in her hand from base to tip before allowing the rapidly deflating cock to exit her mouth. It flopped onto the leather chair and laid limply in the sun like a dead snake.

"Now show Mr. Vanderbook your prize honey." Her master said. Amanda looked up at the man, still panting and a little dazed. Her blue eyes met his brown as she opened her mouth, showing him the load she kept inside. "Wha-what do I tell her to do with it?" He said, breaking eye contact. "Anything you want! She's a ****, she can't refuse. Make her swallow it, spit it on the floor and lick it up, spit it on herself, masturbate with it. Everything in her life is up to you when you own one. No one here will judge you for your will.

"Uh, swallow my load?" He said with an unsure voice. Amanda obeyed, closing her mouth and swallowing the spunk. It slid down her throat and into her stomach, coating her insides and leaving the salty, slimy taste in her mouth. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, showing Mr. Vanderbook that she'd done as he wished. "A little vanilla but I guess your wife doesn't do that too often does she?" Her master laughed. "I'd tell her she'd never have to do it again if she let you buy a ****. Plenty of men only have one for pleasure."

"And what do you have them for?"

"Oh all kinds of things, mostly to make money. Plenty of tourists come to the island just to get their rocks off, they can get anything they'd like here for a price. But this one here," he bend down and grabbed Amanda by her hair, forcing her chest out. "Is for my own pleasure, isn't that right ****?"

"Yes master." Amanda replied.

Releasing her hair he said, "Hey, you ever seen a woman squirt before?"