I bring a coffee through from the kitchen and set it down on the small table beside the sofa. “Does Sir’s cock require sucking?” I ask.
It’s a silly question really, I already know the answer. Just because I’m a cock-hungry little slut however, doesn’t mean I don’t observe the little niceties.
Master C nods and smiles. His hands move to undo his jeans.
I push them away. “No, let me,” I say as I kneel between his legs, “just sit back and enjoy.”
I unzip his jeans and reach inside. His cock is delightfully hard and it twitches in response to my touch.
I ease it from its confinement and pause to appreciate it. Long, thick, hard, with an oh so familiar pattern of veins. I stroke it gently. “I love your cock,” I say, and it’s true; those lovely inches of hardness have given me so much pleasure in our time together.
I kiss the tip. I work my lips around the head. I kiss my way down His shaft before licking it all over. I look up, catch His eye and smile before slowly taking Him into my mouth.
Master C moans; a long, deep moan that tells me more than words how much He enjoys the attention of my mouth.
Slowly, I slide my lips down, taking Him deep into my mouth, inch by marvellous inch until I bury my nose in His short clipped pubic hair. I swallow with the head lodged in the back of my throat and I am rewarded with another groan.
I start to move my head up and down, keeping a steady suction as my lips travel up and down the length of Master C‘s cock. I reach the top, I swirl my tongue around the head before working my way down to the base again.
I love the way the head of His cock moves against the roof of my mouth and presses into my throat. I love the way the thick vein on the underside feels against my tongue. I love the way His cock twitches and throbs inside my mouth. Above all, I love the noises and the involuntary movements Master C makes as my mouth works its magic and the sensations take over.
I build up the speed of my movement. I feel a hand rest on the back of my head; passive for know, but I know that will change.
His fingers begin to twine in my hair, His hips begin to rock; imperceptibly at first but becoming increasingly pronounced.
I suck harder. Master C begins to push my head down as the thrusting of His hips drives His cock into my mouth. I choke a little as I adjust to His increasingly urgent participation.
Both hands now hold my head. He begins to fuck my mouth; stabbing his cock between my lips.
His moans become louder, but more irregular. The first beads of pre-cum leak on to my tongue.
“Suck… It…Morag… Suck… It… You… Slut!” Master C gasps; each word punctuated by a jubbing thrust, “Suck… My… Fucking… Cock!”
His fingers tighten their grip on my hair. He pulls my head down, forcing me to take every inch of Him. I gasp and splutter, choking around the swollen head as Master C drives it forcefully into the depths my throat.
He is beyond control. He fucks my mouth as roughly as He would fuck my cunt or arse. My jaw aches as Master C pounds me.
“Get… Ready… Morag… Get… Ready… To… Drink… My… Cum… You… Slut!”
I can feel the tension in His thighs. Master C pulls His cock back until only the head, swollen and angry remains in my mouth.
“Suck it Morag! Oh suck it, my sweet little, cum-hungry slut!”
I suck hard, tonguing the slit at the tip.
“Yes! Oh fuck, Yes! Yes! Oh Morag, YES!” Master C roars as He erupts.
I swallow hard. His hot cum stings the back of my throat. Again and again, jet after lovely, rich, thick jet, His cum fills my mouth. After the initial deluge I let it pool on my toungue, savouring its flavour and texture before sending it on its way.
Finally, I let His cock slip from between my lips. I sit back, look up at Him and smile. In a voice made hoarse from the punishment my throat has received, and at the risk of a spanking I cheekily say, “Don’t forget your coffee, dear.”