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his eyes for what seemed like an eternity before it finally clicked. “May I… Sir?”
Tyler let go of my chin. “You will not take off my pants. You will not open them up. You pleasure me only through the fabric. Do you understand?”
I thought it was an odd request, but I also knew I had to obey. This was my job now, after all—the path I had chosen. But beyond that, it was what I wanted desperately.
I leaned forward in my seat and reached for him again. When I stroked one of my fingers down his shaft, starting at the tip and working my way down to his very big, very heavy balls, a dark spot appeared on his slacks. With another light, airy touch, he was spewing precum into his pants. Something about the sight of that turned me on. It made me feel powerful, like I could drive Mr. Cross past his limits and force him to make a sticky mess in his very expensive suit.
As much as I could with the tight, tented fabric in the way, I wrapped my fingers around either side of his cock and gave it a pump. Then another. Then a few more. Steadily, I worked into a rhythm and was rewarded with a much bigger stain beginning to form. I could even see through the material how thick and creamy it was. It must have been hot, too—a pent-up load from yesterday that he’d never had the chance to release.
Tyler didn’t strike me as the kind of man who touched himself. After all, that was what he had me for.
I teased the apex of his frenulum, one of the most sensitive parts of his dick. It was slick and my nail slipped over it easily, and Tyler moaned in reply as he shot another dollop into his pants. With my other hand I worked his balls, lightly scraping my nails over them and tickling the underside. Feeling them clench and shiver in my palm made me make my own mess on the kitchen chair.
Tyler’s pants were a mess now. His voice was strained as he said, “Put your hands behind your back. Use only your mouth now.”
I wanted to ignore him. I wanted to keep pumping his cock and watching his precum pool against his zipper just for me. But this, I remembered, wasn’t about what I wanted. I did as I was told, locking my hands behind my back as I leaned forward, tongue out.
He drew in a sharp breath as I lapped the wet spot I’d helped create, even sucking a little of his fluid through the fabric to give it a taste. I’d once assured myself I would never let this happen, but now I was only too eager to indulge. What Tyler had done to me yesterday, the things he had made me feel—I couldn’t deny myself that any longer. I wrapped my lips around his still-clad head and began to lick and suck as he stiffened ever upward toward his belt.
“Blow me,” he rasped. “Blow me through my pants like a good little slut.”
My pussy pulsed against the hardness of the chair and I began to saw myself against it, providing at least a little relief for my thrumming, tingling clit. I rubbed my lips all up and down his shaft, leaving a trail of the lipstick I’d accidentally worn to bed the night before. It thrilled me to see the mess we were making together, and as I flicked my tongue quickly along his tip again, he pulled both my tits out of my robe with ease.
“Do you like having cum on your face?” he asked me, pawing at my quivering breasts. “I’ll bet you do.” He tweaked my nipples and I moaned into his cock. “I’ll bet you like having it in your mouth, too. And in your hair. I’ll bet you liked to get soaked, don’t you, my little whore?”
I gasped and laved his cock more fiercely, wishing I could take it out and taste his semen-covered skin. I wanted to suck him properly, to feel him thrusting in and out of my mouth until his balls tightened and he unloaded into me. I nuzzled him, rubbed my cheek against him through his wet slacks, kissed and licked his balls, even. But he wouldn’t allow me to pull down his zipper. He wouldn’t let me have his fat, glorious
Tyler let go of my chin. “You will not take off my pants. You will not open them up. You pleasure me only through the fabric. Do you understand?”
I thought it was an odd request, but I also knew I had to obey. This was my job now, after all—the path I had chosen. But beyond that, it was what I wanted desperately.
I leaned forward in my seat and reached for him again. When I stroked one of my fingers down his shaft, starting at the tip and working my way down to his very big, very heavy balls, a dark spot appeared on his slacks. With another light, airy touch, he was spewing precum into his pants. Something about the sight of that turned me on. It made me feel powerful, like I could drive Mr. Cross past his limits and force him to make a sticky mess in his very expensive suit.
As much as I could with the tight, tented fabric in the way, I wrapped my fingers around either side of his cock and gave it a pump. Then another. Then a few more. Steadily, I worked into a rhythm and was rewarded with a much bigger stain beginning to form. I could even see through the material how thick and creamy it was. It must have been hot, too—a pent-up load from yesterday that he’d never had the chance to release.
Tyler didn’t strike me as the kind of man who touched himself. After all, that was what he had me for.
I teased the apex of his frenulum, one of the most sensitive parts of his dick. It was slick and my nail slipped over it easily, and Tyler moaned in reply as he shot another dollop into his pants. With my other hand I worked his balls, lightly scraping my nails over them and tickling the underside. Feeling them clench and shiver in my palm made me make my own mess on the kitchen chair.
Tyler’s pants were a mess now. His voice was strained as he said, “Put your hands behind your back. Use only your mouth now.”
I wanted to ignore him. I wanted to keep pumping his cock and watching his precum pool against his zipper just for me. But this, I remembered, wasn’t about what I wanted. I did as I was told, locking my hands behind my back as I leaned forward, tongue out.
He drew in a sharp breath as I lapped the wet spot I’d helped create, even sucking a little of his fluid through the fabric to give it a taste. I’d once assured myself I would never let this happen, but now I was only too eager to indulge. What Tyler had done to me yesterday, the things he had made me feel—I couldn’t deny myself that any longer. I wrapped my lips around his still-clad head and began to lick and suck as he stiffened ever upward toward his belt.
“Blow me,” he rasped. “Blow me through my pants like a good little slut.”
My pussy pulsed against the hardness of the chair and I began to saw myself against it, providing at least a little relief for my thrumming, tingling clit. I rubbed my lips all up and down his shaft, leaving a trail of the lipstick I’d accidentally worn to bed the night before. It thrilled me to see the mess we were making together, and as I flicked my tongue quickly along his tip again, he pulled both my tits out of my robe with ease.
“Do you like having cum on your face?” he asked me, pawing at my quivering breasts. “I’ll bet you do.” He tweaked my nipples and I moaned into his cock. “I’ll bet you like having it in your mouth, too. And in your hair. I’ll bet you liked to get soaked, don’t you, my little whore?”
I gasped and laved his cock more fiercely, wishing I could take it out and taste his semen-covered skin. I wanted to suck him properly, to feel him thrusting in and out of my mouth until his balls tightened and he unloaded into me. I nuzzled him, rubbed my cheek against him through his wet slacks, kissed and licked his balls, even. But he wouldn’t allow me to pull down his zipper. He wouldn’t let me have his fat, glorious
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