by Taylor Shade
I can’t wait to get my cock in that mouth. To fuck her face hard. I know she wants it.
“My turn,” I say.
“Aren’t we–” she begins to say.
“Quiet! You will only respond to my questions. Do you want to suck my cock?”
She hesitates, then nods.
“Say it,” I say. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“I... want to suck your cock.”
“I’m not feeling passion in your statement. Convince me or you can’t have it.”
I undo my pants and out flops my boy. Her eyes go wide when she sees the size of him.
“Touch my cock,” I say.
With sweaty hands, she reaches down and gently caresses my head. I can tell she’s shocked at the size by the way her fingers probe around. She’s probably asking herself if this is real or she’s having a fantasy.
“Oh, it’s real, babe!” I say. “It’s real and it’s going to be inside your mouth. Hitting the back of your throat. You’re going to get a load of sweet, salty, man cum for lunch. That’s all you need to get through the afternoon.”
She’s transfixed by it, I can tell. I move so it’s directly in front of her. She caresses it with her hands, cradling my balls. She’s almost in shock at its beauty.
“Do you want it in your mouth?” I say.
She nods again.
“No nodding! You will answer me when I speak to you, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Say ‘yes.’“
“Yes.”
“Good. From now on, I tell you when to feel aroused, when to come, what to do... and you will do so willingly.”
She nods, then corrects herself and says, “Yes.”
I lean down and bite the top of her ear, licking all around with my tongue.
“I knew it when I saw you,” I whisper. “You need a real man. A man who will dominate you. Control you. Own you. This is your choice. This is what you want. Do you agree?”
Her breathing is coming in pants now. I’ve reactivated her, smelling the heady musk of her lush pussy now warming up again.
“Say it,” I growl. “Tell me you’re my dirty little slut.”
She licks my cheek as I brush past, my stubble scratching her as it passes.
“I’m your dirty little slut,” she says.
“Good girl. You will be rewarded with my cock. If you disobey me, you will be punished by not being allowed anywhere near my cock. Now tell me how much you want my cock.”
“I want your cock.”
“I’m not convinced.”
“I want to suck it! I want it in my mouth! I want you to come in my mouth!”
“Good girl,” I say and kiss her. “Such a fine, dirty, filthy, little slut you are. You may now have your prize.”
FIVE
Sloane
I can’t believe I’m responding like this. I’ve never experienced such a man.
Nor said such words.
I’m not even sure from where they’re coming. I didn’t think I was capable of talking like this. It’s like I’ve become someone else. Transcended. Evolved.
I hate to admit it, but I’ve had fantasies of this kind of man... a man with the power to make me say such things. I never thought he could really exist. All my boyfriends were timid and shy. This is a man who takes what he wants, how he wants... demanding my compliance all the way.
I’m so turned on I can feel a hot viscous overflow sliding down my slit onto the leather seats.
And I want this. I so want that cock. I’ve forgotten who I am, what I’m doing¸ my assignment, everything.
I am just a girl who needs that cock.
That amazing cock.
I’ve never seen anything like it. It reminds me of one of those big fake dildos in the adult store.
My friend Natasha and I used to laugh at them because they were so ridiculously big. We never thought one could actually exist like that in real life.
And yet, here it is right in front of me... in my hands... a real one... a hard rock-solid one... full of hot, white come waiting to be released.
He moves so it’s right in front of my face. Then he presses it harshly down onto me, flattening my nose.
God, it’s heavy!
The tantalizing aroma of musky man invades my nostrils as he presses down, his balls on my chin and the head of the massive beast poking into my hair.
He slides it down my face. I stick my tongue out and taste it.
Oh, so good. I haven’t had cock in a while. I’d never tell anyone how much I love it. How much I love to suck cock.
It’s a secret I keep. I don’t even tell my friends how much I love it. But here, alone with this man in the back of a limousine, I feel free to express myself.
“Tell me how you feel about my cock,” he says.
“I love your cock,” I say.
He lifts it up and lets it fall down onto my face with a whack!
Oh, God, yes!
My hips buck involuntarily, my breathing back up to near-hyperventilation.
My hands reach up and caress his manhood as I stick my tongue out and lick it. I slide my fingers around the thick girth and work my way up to the massive head.
God, how am I ever going to get this inside my mouth? I don’t know if my jaw will stretch that wide.
He grabs my hair and pulls me up. I yelp as he positions me next to him on the seat.
Then he leans back and pushes my head down, where I so willingly go.
When my lips touch his powerful, masculine head, I feel a wave of pleasure wash through my body from my lips all the way to my toes.
I manage to get my lips around it by opening my mouth wide.
Wider.
Wider.
Oh, God!
I gag a little and bob back up.
I take a quick breath, but then feel his hand forcing me down onto his rod again. He pushes upward at the same time.
I gag again.
Shit.
Now I’m coughing. He lifts my head off him as I get control of my breathing.
“You okay?” he says.
I nod and cough, wheezing a little. He reaches over to a cabinet, opens it, and takes out a bottle of water. Then he opens the top and hands it to me. I take it and slurp some down.
“Sorry,” I say. “I’m just not used to–”
“Quiet! Just breathe.”
I swallow down some more water and smile. He reaches out and twirls my hair with his hand. So odd. One moment he’s a vile animal on the attack, the next he’s soft and gentle because maybe I got hurt.
I put the bottle back into its spot in the cabinet and shut the door.
I’m going to have that cock, no matter what. I push aside any thought I may have had about stopping this. A girl gets a cock like that shoved in her face, she’d better open up and suck it. Cocks like that don’t come along many times in one lifetime. It’s important to recognize gifts from heaven when they arrive.
It’s still there, pointed at me, hard and firm.
I move forward, again placing my mouth at its tip. I open wide again, this time only licking the front of it. A little spurt of pre-cum flows out of the tip and onto my tongue.
Oooh, dare I say how much I love that taste?
But I so do.
I know it makes me a slut to say it. But it’s okay. I’m his personal, private slut.
I swirl his elixir around in my mouth, its manly taste washing over my tongue. I press it around my teeth, then dive in. I want more. I want a gush, a mouthful of hot, white cum.
I look up at Drake Concord. He’s laughing.
“What?” I say, annoyed.
“I can read your mind. Such a filthy girl.”
He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips. He gently strokes my hair at the same time, his breath a heady mix of scotch and mint. Then he pulls back about an inch from my face and stares deeply into my eyes, his fingers touching my chin ever so slightly.
“You’
re beautiful,” he says in a thick, rich whisper full of promise. “I could stare at you all day.”
I want to say something, but I don’t know how to respond. Suddenly, we’re being all soft and gentle.
Then he leans back, the lines on his broad forehead tightening. His deadly smirk returns with a cruel squint.
“Now take what you most want, my precious whore!”
I move forward to his cock, but he grabs my hair again and shoves my head all around his beast like a masturbation device.
God, I love the way he’s so fucking unpredictable. It makes me so fucking horny.
So horny I’m shaking. There is nothing in the world like being talked to his way, treated this way. I can’t believe I’m enjoying this. Is there something wrong with me? Is this wrong?
He raises my face to spend a moment looking into my eyes. Then he pushes me down again to his glorious, firm rod, where I plunge my lips around it.
SIX
Drake
Her lips around my cock is one of the most perfect sights I have ever seen in my thirty-one years. Oh, I’ve had girls. Tons of them, as I’m sure you can imagine.
But this one... God, she’s got something... something amazing about her. There is a brightness behind the vast pools of blue in her irises. Those big, black pupils. That smile.
Goddamn.
I may come sooner than I thought just from looking at her face.
She’s doing better now, being a very good slut. I love the excitement I feel from her as she sucks me. She’s not very good at it. I like that.
I even enjoyed the fact that she couldn’t fit me all in. That was precious.
Some other girls I’ve known have taken my rod and sucked me off like an Electrolux without even flinching.
But not this girl. She’s probably never seen a cock like mine.
Oh, we’re going to have so much fun as I teach her! I’ll make her the world’s best cocksucker yet. Among other things.
She’s developing a rhythm now, looking up at me as if to say “Am I doing a good job?”
Like I can hear her thoughts, I pat her head to affirm her... even though in the near future this will be lame by comparison.
Now she’s swirling her tongue around while sucking.
God, that’s good!
I’m barely into her mouth but she’s got a fantastic swirling rhythm going, launching a fire from my balls down below. I sense myself getting ready to come.
But I don’t want to yet. I reach down and pull her head off my cock before it explodes.
“Very good, little slut,” I say. “Very good indeed. You almost had a mouthful of come there.”
Her expression is quizzical.
“Oh, don’t worry,” I say. “You will most certainly get a healthy dose of cum inside your mouth, but first I want to tell you what’s in store for you. Do you want to hear?”
She nervously says, “Yes.”
“I am going to teach you to come in a variety of ways, in ways that will blow your mind, in ways that will sting and tantalize you. You will feel pleasure and rapture beyond what you can imagine right now. But I need to warn you. You will be forever changed. You will be a true sexual being, able to accomplish things that before eluded you. Each day you will be guided with a renewed energy. The question is, are you ready for that? Are you ready to live your life on that level? Because, I must warn you, most people can’t handle it. Can you?”
SEVEN
Sloane
I could have gone to Harvard. I had the ability. But I lacked the... well, I don’t know the right word. Not drive. I had drive. Chutzpah? Maybe, although I had some. Not sure. But I definitely am lacking something. I’ve watched girls with much less smarts than me take the LSATs, go to law school, and get a job at a high-powered firm.
I could have done all that. I don’t exactly know why I haven’t.
It seems silly, as I’m on my knees in this limo going in circles around the city, that sucking this man’s dick is going to somehow imbue me with the missing piece of why I’m not exactly the person I want to be.
But somehow, in that moment, looking into the steely, cruel eyes of this smirking bastard that I just met this morning, I believe him.
“Yes,” I say.
“Then suck my dick and swallow my cum. Welcome to the next level, my dirty, little whore.”
Greedily, I take his whole head into my mouth.
Wow, easily this time. Even my jaw doesn’t hurt. I suck without gagging, and even get him in further.
Oh, God, I love this. This firm, rigid torpedo in my mouth is about to give me such a treasure. I want to savor this moment.
But I also sense he’s going to blow soon.
“Fuck!” he yells as I suck while swirling my tongue around.
I move myself into a better position, and turn it up as hard as I can while increasing my speed, anticipating the hot rush.
As I do, he begins to thrust forward. We get a good rhythm going, and soon I get my mouth wide enough so he’s hitting the back of my throat.
And I’m not gagging!
I love it!
Somewhere between here and his launch, I drift into a zone. It’s like I’m flying on a cloud, eyes shut, deep in a world of bliss as he pummels my face. Harder and harder come his thrusts. I almost gag, but keep going.
Then he growls like an animal.
He grabs the hair from the back of my head and squeezes. I give a little yelp. Then he thrusts harder while gritting his teeth and snarling as he fucks my face.
The visage of his twisted face above me, snarled and grunting, is almost enough to make me come too.
“Such a good, little slut,” he says as he pounds my head. He’s hitting my throat hard now, but I’m taking it... and taking it... and taking it.
Then I see it in his face. He’s going to blow. The thrusts are hard and fast. I brace myself.
Pow!
A hot, salty river explodes in my mouth, rivulets going everywhere. Down my throat. Up my nose. All around my mouth.
With my hands, I grasp his cock and pull back. Shit, I’m coughing and wheezing again. Thick, white saltiness is everywhere in gobs. All over my face. Dripping from my mouth. Falling from my nose.
And he’s still ejaculating!
God, this is an amazing man!
The taste is delightful, just as I knew it would be. I swirl it all around my mouth, pressing it between my teeth.
“Fuck!” he shouts. “Goddamn!”
Just as the final droplets of man juice fall out, I open my mouth and catch them on my tongue. As I do so, I look up at him with a smile.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” he says. “God fucking damn, that’s a sight!”
Just as a huge stream of cum is about to fall on the lapel of my suit, he reaches down and grabs it, cupping it up and wiping my chin at the same time.
I grab his hand and suck the cum out of it into my mouth, coughing a little again. Then I suck his fingers clean.
He reaches over to the cabinet, takes out two packages of wet wipes, rips one open, and wipes my face clean. Then he does the same for his cock.
He zips up. As he does so, I find my useless panties. He takes them from me and puts them in his pocket.
“Oh no, those are mine,” he says.
He reaches up and pulls down a mirror, straightening out his hair. I move so I’m seated next to him like a proper adult again and do the same.
God, I’m a mess!
I take out my hairbrush and try to fix my hair.
“Five minutes to one,” he says, looking at his watch.
He hits a button and the divider moves downward again.
“Henry,” he says. “Pull into the garage.”
“Yes, Mr. Concord,” says Henry.
I apply some blush and lipstick, almost the girl I was when I stepped into this limo. But so far from being the girl who stepped into this limo.
From the cabinet he pulls out two protein bars. He puts one in his pocket and the
other into my bag.
“What’s that?” I say.
“I did offer you lunch.”
I take the protein bar out of my bag and put it back in the cabinet. Then I lean in and kiss him softly on the lips.
“I’ve already had all the sustenance I need to make it through the afternoon,” I say with a smile.
“We’re going to have some fun,” he says with a smirk.
I see the doors of the big building appear through the window. We glide past and down a tunnel beneath the building.
“Showtime,” he says as he opens the door and steps out.
Henry opens the door for me and I step out.
We’re in an underground garage. There is nobody here but us, Henry, and an attendant sitting at a window.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Concord,” says the attendant.
“Good morning, Frank,” says Drake Concord as he pushes the button on the elevator.
It opens immediately and we step inside.
I suddenly realize it’s the same elevator into which we first stepped earlier today... a little under five hours or a lifetime ago.
He presses 44 and we begin our ascent.
He turns to me with a quizzical look and those amazing eyes.
“By the way,” he says, putting out his hand. “What’s your name?”
“Sloane Kenner,” I say as I take his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Sloane Kenner. I’m Drake Concord.”
EIGHT
Sloane
Matthew Hamilton walks into the center of the law library, arms folded. All of us are seated in the same “assigned” seats into which he placed us in the morning.
The clock on the wall reads exactly one in the afternoon.
I’m a mess.
I just hope nobody can tell I’m a mess.
It’s just that... having come hard in the back of a limo by the tongue of a chiseled, rough beast... then sucked his cock until it lathered me in cum... my perfume might just not be enough to cover up my activities.
I did my best. First place I darted when I got back was into the ladies’ room. Two minutes was all I had. All I could do.
