Here I knelt, having left my loving wife in our marital bed, drove twenty minutes to our bull's house, and waited patiently to suck another man's cock. Lovingly. Desperately. Hungrily. Both Miss Stacey and Sir Frank knew how much I loved this mental game. This waiting game. They knew my mind, how active it was, how I could work myself up without any effort from them.
I stared at Frank, watching his chest rise and fall, his thick, strong body relaxed. I so badly wanted to kiss across him, drag my tongue across his skin, bite his nipples, force his strong hands to grab my hair and growl at me when I bit too hard. Force him to grab my head and position me where I belonged, between his legs, serving him.
My cock twitched and grew even harder as I played the scene through my mind. I wasn't allowed to touch him but he was *right there*. Miss Stacey had sent me in here. She must have known I'd have to wait. God, if I went outside, would she let me eat her out while I waited? She tasted so good, and I enjoyed being on my knees for her as much as I did Frank.
I watched the door for a few moments, my breathing strong and deep as my mind raced, weighing my options. I knew she'd punish me. But sometimes those punishments were just as good as the reward. She took such pleasure in marking my skin, toying with my mind. She molded me like putty when I was like this.
It must have been five minutes I stared at the door, imagining all the ways MIss Stacy might punish or reward me if I walked out. Frank might never know. I might get back in time before he woke, his breathing was so deep and even it hypnotized me, and I instinctively matched my own breath to his. I could hear Miss Stacy walking around out there. Just maybe...
I turned my head to look at Frank and found him studying me. My breath caught in my throat as his gaze pierced through me, fixing me to the floor. It quickened a second later as my cock ached and stretched into my panties, and I said nothing, simply breathing, waiting for him to speak. His will pinned me to the ground already, his muscles relaxed and comfortable. I couldn't wait for them to flex and force me into my rightful positions.
I kept eye contact with him, blinking seldomly, eyes wide. He broke eye contact first as he guided them across my form, and I could feel heat build and muscles tense as his gaze swept over me. I could feel the wet spot in my panties and I groaned slightly as he stared at it for a few seconds, expression unreadable. Was he upset? He seemed so serious. So in charge. Considering me. His mind working out the best way to use me. Oh god, I moaned internally, the breath escaping my throat without the words having formed.
That slight groan decided it for him, and he lifted the covers slightly to let me crawl in. No more intimacy. No more eye contact. No more minds meeting and struggling for dominance. Simply a pet, serving its master, lovingly and devotedly.
I crawled underneath the covers, feeling his warmth wash over me. He ran so hot, and immediately pinpricks of sweat beaded on my chill skin. I shivered and breathed in strongly through my nose, smelling him. My master. It was so heavy and earthy, so manly and *him*. I loved it.
With only faint light making it through the fabric, I found my way to his thighs, kissing lightly and deeply in turn. I worshipped his skin, thanking him for letting me come to his home, thanking him for letting me kneel at his bed, for talking to his wife and helping with his daughter. Thanking him for all the times he fucked my wife, fucked me, and took over our house for hours or days at a time.
His skin was salty, sweaty, and unwashed. He hadn't showered yet today, and it carried his scent with every kiss. It filled my world as my face remained between his thighs, my lips lightly grazing his skin. I ignored his cock, ignored his balls, and simply thanked him for the opportunity to serve. I could see his cock, only half-hard, and I groaned at that. I loved working him to hardness in my mouth, the feel of his heavy and soft cock's weight on my tongue as a wonderful appetizer.
Eventually, he groaned lightly and his cock jumped, and I took it for the command it was. He'd started a scene in his mind that hit *just* right, and I would not ignore his needs. I moved quickly to his cock, lightly lifting it with my tongue and taking the head into my mouth. The weight, heat, and taste felt wonderful on my tongue, causing me to groan softly and my own cock strained against the fabric again.
My hips begin to circle and grind into the air, begging for release, begging for sensation on my cock head. I was never allowed to touch myself. Master and mistress had learned early on how undisciplined I was with my own cock. I would never be allowed a cage. It was too easy, they said, and they expected more from their pets. My mind would be my cage.
He grew as I worked, as my tongue slowly tasted and felt along the ridge of his head. His precum dribbled out into my mouth, and his taste flooded my senses. I felt heady. The heat, smell, anticipation, and pure desire coming together to cause this to feel like a dream. I breathed deeply, taking in more of him. Sucking down hard, I could feel the entirety of his shaft touch me.
His growing hardness forced him deeper into my mouth, and I matched his growth with a push forward of my head. It tickled the back of my throat, and I grabbed onto my discipline to suppress my gag reflex. Master Frank hated when his bitches distracted him by gagging. I would not disappoint him.
My hands explored his thighs, feeling them twitch and shift as he found better positions to relax into. My mouth sucked and pulled on him, feeling his skin shift underneath me, the paradox of soft foreskin with hard cock causing my head to spin. I loved serving him.
Sooner than I thought, I felt his hand grip my skull. Oh god. It was so big, even though the blankets, wrapping around the majority of my head as he gently but firmly pushed me down. I remembered how similar his wife's touch had been when she pulled me into their home.
I swallowed over and over, opening my throat to my master's cock. It filled me and I groaned as I fought to suppress my gag reflex. He pushed further and my nose reached his short pubic hair, his smell becoming my only sense other than the touch of his cock inside of me. He groaned loudly as he bottomed out inside of me.
My hand snuck up his thigh to grip his balls, tight and pulled up towards his body. They were so large and full, virility radiating from them. He'd told me he'd knock up Arya with these one day. I believed him. I would guide him into her and thank him just like this the day that he did. My little wife would be his little toy when he did so. I groaned loudly as images flickered across my mind of his cock inside of her. Of the next months as his seed changed her body. I had to fight hard not to rub my cock up against the bedspread below me. I kept my ass up and away from everything, my legs spread so that I could not use my cock without permission.
He started to thrust up into my mouth, increasingly needy. I knew what was coming. He set his own pace with his hand firmly holding my head. My left hand tracing tickles up and down his left thigh, as my right hand cradled and gently massaged his balls, my mind focused on not gagging and ruining whatever scene he had conjured in his mind to jerk off to.
His pace increased steadily, his hips sharply thrusting upwards, more earnestly, more lustfully. He was using my face as another one of his favorite fuck holes, and my cock almost exploded at that thought. I'd prided myself on my mind so often, and here master was, using my head as his sex toy. And I dutifully served.
I could feel his cock head drag against the back of my throat, could feel the ache in my jaw as his cock spread me, and his taste defined me. His smell supported me. I was his. My only purpose in this moment to be present for the cock that filled my every sense.
Without warning, his hand grabbed hard and pushed me down fully as his hips thrust up. I gagged as he forced himself deep into my throat. He bypassed my mouth entirely as he came, feeding my belly directly with his seed. My gags milked his cock harder and he groaned at the sensation. I knew his wife would hear and know that he'd filled their bitch with his cum.
His muscles relaxed and his hand came away, giving me the freedom to pull my head up with a gasp. I could hear his breathing, deep and hard, and he let out a contented groan as I sucked my way up the cock that had just sat prettily in my throat. I cleaned him dutifully, tasting myself and him as I dragged my tongue up his hard but shrinking shaft. I loved clean up, although I enjoyed it more when it had been in his or my wife's pussy. My cock strained against fabric, and I desperately wanted to touch myself. Desperately. I considered it for so long. Maybe he'd be nice. Maybe my punishment wouldn't be so bad.
No. He'd made the punishment for that very clear. I whimpered at the admission.
His hand snuck beneath the covers and lightly ran through my hair, petting me. No exaggeration, he pet me like he would a favorite puppy and I groaned at the humiliation of it. I loved it so god damned much and I sucked hard before dropping my mouth to his balls to worship them. He was going to stop me soon, I knew, but I needed this so badly.
