"You know what I want."
That was the first thing he said to me as soon as I entered the apartment. It was the middle of the day, yet the lights were all turned out and the curtains drawn, though enough daylight still managed to creep through the slats of the blinds so that I could see him pretty damn well. Even in this light he was a vision as he sat on the black smooth leather couch in front of me wearing nothing but a smile as he stroked his thick, meaty manhood. He licked those juicy, red tantalizing lips as his fiery gray eyes carefully watched me slowly step out of the lacy black boy shorts I'd worn underneath the short white trench coat. This was how he told me to come over, wearing nothing more than that other than the red stilettos on my feet. Every time he called me over, he had me dress a certain way, and I always complied like the good little slave that I was.
"Ah, yeah, baby," he replied, his erection even more pronounced, which made me even wetter than I was during the taxi ride over. "Now, get over here, you filthy little slut." I was about to walk over to him when he quickly shook his head, stopping me dead in my tracks. "No...on your knees, bitch."
I dropped down on all fours to the soft carpeted floor, and like a good little doggie, I made my way over towards my sexy Master, who was still stroking himself until I was face to face with his huge cock. Yum, it looked so delicious! I began to salivate as I hungrily watched the precum bead up on the head of his cock. I could feel the sizzling cream sliding down my inner thighs already just from watching him masturbate, and I was going crazy waiting for his next command. With pleading eyes I looked up at his face, and frowned when I saw that he was on the verge of cumming without my help.
Seeing the turmoil and desperation on my face, he devilishly smirked and asked, "You want to suck this big fat cock, don't you? You want me to fuck your face right now, you little slut?" I wasn't allowed to talk until he told me so. That was one of the rules, so instead, all I did was nod. No sooner had I made the gesture did he forcefully grab the back of my head. I opened my mouth just in time to receive him so deeply into the back of my throat that I gagged. Though I had done this quite a few times with him, I still wasn't use to his size. But I was willing to deal with the minor discomfort for his sake. Besides, I really loved the taste of him, the sweet and sour saltiness each time he coated the back of my throat and tongue. And this time he didn't disappoint. I felt him grow bigger inside my mouth just before releasing his man milk, and I tried to drink every last bit, not wanting to waste even a single drop.
"Suck me dry," he panted, and I obeyed.
Carefully with my right hand I pumped whatever juices was left out of his cock as my mouth like a vacuum siphoned the scrumptious, creamy residue. There was always so much no matter how hard I tried to drink it all, which excited me all the more as it ran down the sides of my mouth.
"Show me what's left in your mouth, baby."
Firmly, he gripped my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to release his warm cock from my open mouth. It was still filled to the brim with a sea of his semen. I could feel his dick getting hard all over again in my hand as I gargled the syrupy white broth in my mouth for him.
"Swallow it."
I closed my mouth, gulped, and when I opened it again, his creamy goodness was all gone.
"Now, turn around so I can see that tight little pussy."
