Sometimes it just has to be done. He comes home. He’s tired. He’s had a hard day at work. He needs His cock sucked.
As Master C‘s dutiful slut, I know how to attend to His needs; I know what I need to do.
I sit Him down, I undo His trousers, I take His cock between my lips and pleasure Him with my mouth.
Slowly, surely, I use my mouth to ease away the strains and stresses of Master C‘s day. With my mouth, I serve Him and worship Him; welcoming Him home.
He rests a hand on the back of my head. His fingers twist in my hair as He begins to push His cock deeper into my mouth.
A sigh escapes and the tension slowly builds as Master C begins to fuck my face with short, stabbing thrusts. I can feel His cock strain. I can taste His delicious pre-cum.
His breathing deepens. His fingers tighten their grip in my hair, pulling me on to Him.
Master C tells me that I am His “good girl”. He tells me that I have “earned my reward”.
My fingers stroke His shaft as I suck harder on the swollen head of His lovely, lovely cock.
I know Master C is getting close. I can feel the tension in His thighs. I know that soon I will taste His rich cum on my tongue.
Soon… But not yet…
Master C holds back; denying Himself the pleasure of release so that He can savour the attentions of my mouth for as long as possible.
“Is my good girl ready?” He asks. I murmur my assent from around His cock.
His hips surge. His cock twitches. I can feel the head swell in my mouth.
That briefest of pauses…
His cum explodes into my mouth, flooding over my tongue.
I swallow the initial surge then milk the remainder from Master C‘s cock. I let it pool on my tongue, savouring the rich taste of Him before swallowing this too.
His cock slips from between my lips. I sit back on my heels and stare up at Him. “Did I do well?” I ask.
“Yes, little one, you did very well.”
Content that I have served Him, I stand up and make my way to the kitchen to make him His coffee.