A surprise visit
I had suggested Sir stop by my place on his way home from a trip, but he said it was doubtful; he had to be up early. I accepted this and decided to just relax and enjoy my evening doing random stuff to pass the time while chatting with Sir.
I was shocked when Sir suddenly sent me these messages:
“You exist for my pleasure. You are for my use, in whatever manner I see fit. Through the pursuit of my satisfaction you find your value. Whether I want to use you, share you, tie you up and ignore you, or have you perform acts of service to aid me, that is for me to decide… And for you to obey.
You are a smart, beautiful, powerful woman. But also, an owned trio of fuckholes who craves the emptying of her mind to obedience as an instrument of pleasure. Who yearns for her strength to show as the obedient whore that she is. Who drips at the thought of being put in her place as the disgusting cock and cunt starved cumguzzler that is locked inside of her.
And I will use you as such tonight.”
My reply: “Tonight?!!”
I was thrilled. Sir had mentioned earlier how he would love to just stop by, not say a word, let me lavish his balls with my tongue until he stroked off and came all over my face, leaving silently, the silence signaling my purpose as only for Sir’s use… Mmm… Sir had decided to go through with meeting me, and I was so excited.
Sir continued, “When I pull up to your house you will be used as the filthy slut you are. You will have permission to say no words to me other than ‘Yes, Sir.’ Other than that, the only thing I want to hear from you is the sound of your tongue lapping against my balls and my cock slapping against your face as you desperately try to convince me to let you feel my cock inside of your mouth. Until such time, you will be nothing but a ball warmer working on polishing my nuts in an eager show of appreciation for the Gift that you know is waiting inside them.
That’s right. You will climb in my car when I stop and you will show me what a desperate, depraved little cock-hungry bitch you are.
I would ask if you are looking forward to this, but I already know the answer. I already know that you’re squirming with desire and appreciation for the fact that I have decided to let you enjoy my Gift tonight. That is, of course, if you can earn it.”
And Sir was right - I was dripping. I was squirming. I couldn’t wait.
We decided instead to head inside to my bedroom when he arrived. I opened the door and led Sir in silently. We both grinned once the bedroom door closed.
After making out for a bit, Sir proceeded to grab me by the hair and bring me to my knees. He instructed me to remove his pants, and I obeyed, looking back up at him afterwards for further instruction. Sir forced my face against his package, still hidden within his boxers. I eagerly rubbed my face, mouth, tongue against him, even covered by fabric. I was thirsty for Sir… He was loving it, eating it up.
Sir removed the rest of his clothing and we moved over to where he could sit in a chair and get more comfortable. I loved the dichotomy of our places at that point in time - while Sir was getting comfortable and relaxed in a chair, with his leg up on another, I was kneeling on the floor. It was perfect. I knew my place and I adored it as well as seeing Sir in his above me.
Sir made me spit all over his cock and then placed his cock between my tits, forcing me to move, tit fucking him. I love that view…
He forced my head down again, and I felt my body get warmer… I fucking loved lavishing Sir with my mouth. Sir called me a “ball warmer” and “nut polisher” and fuuuuck - that was hot!
I got really messy with this blowjob, and Sir expressed his love for messy blowjobs, which pushed me further. Spit dripping down my chin, covering my face, I was lost in worshipping Sir, providing the service which we both so desperately craved.
The first thing I responded to very strongly were Sir’s words. The names he called me, the way he described me and what I was doing, etc. Fuuuck… I was melting, putty in Sir’s hands.
“You disgust me,” Sir said as I continued to rub his cock and balls all over my face.
“You’re loving this.“ And Sir was right - I was.
Sir made a comment about how I was lucky that my roommate was here because otherwise tonight would be the perfect night for taking my ass - my cunt was off limits, we were all alone…
I fucking love how Sir made comments about how disgusting and depraved I was, sitting here licking his ass. Fuck, I love feeling degraded when I’m eating Sir’s ass.
“Get your tongue in there, bitch.” God, I was getting so wet. I slipped my tongue inside of Sir’s ass and began to pump it in and out. Fuck, I could have sat there doing that all night. I imagined what it would be like to simply be an ass eater whilst numerous women rode Sir’s cock above me, dripping their mixture of juices onto my face as Sir fucked cunt after cunt. Perhaps amidst fucking yet another woman, Sir would describe to me just how tight she was and how good she felt… teasing me, tormenting me by reminding me of the fact that my cunt had not been parted by his cock. Even talking down to me in a condescending voice, saying, “Awww, poor little ass-eating slut. You want this cock, don’t you? I bet you’re dripping wet…” - sticking his fingers into my cunt to show me just how wet I am - “Aww, you are… look at that, whore…”
Sir would rub it all over my face, then watch me react as he forced my mouth back onto his ass, saying, "Too bad. Keep eating that ass, bitch. That’s your job. Fulfill your purpose.”
Secondly, Sir’s faces and reactions were fucking excellent. That grin on his face…
There was a moment at which we just stared at each other and grinned for a long time. Fuck, that was intimate. I loved it.
The “good girl"s I received were delicious… They pressed me on further. Those fucking words - they were the first that got me hooked on Sir.
I sucked Sir while jacking his cock and holding his balls in my other hand. I watched his face as I worshipped and enjoyed his intense reactions. Mmm…
Finally, Sir began to cum, and I angled his cock onto my chest as he released onto my tits. I licked the rest off of his cock and sat there, smiling proudly at Sir. He smiled back.
"Rub it in to your chest, kama.”
I obeyed, rubbing it in slowly, relishing in the feeling of being claimed by Sir’s Gift.
“Do you know that I think you’re gorgeous?”
I blushed and smiled, looking shy, but then nodding and saying, “Yes, Sir.”
We grinned at one another. Sir instructed me to go retrieve his clothes. I crawled over to them - yes, without instruction of crawling - knowing this would please him. I knew he’d love watching me move. In my head was the thought “What can I do to please him more?”
I brought each item back to him, as told. Sir then instructed me to grab my top. I did so, then looked up at Sir and waited. He had not instructed me to put it on yet. I waited.
Sir realized this, grinned, and said, “Put it on.” I immediately obeyed.
Finally, Sir instructed me to stand and get his coat, holding it out for him to put on. I obeyed. Damn, I could get used to this. I loved bringing Sir each item, holding his coat out for him to put on… ;)
By the time Sir left, I was dripping. He had told me I was not to clean off my chest, but rather sleep in it. I was very pleased by this and did so quite eagerly. I went to bed with a feeling of relief - as Sir had described it, a huge weight off my shoulders. We had both needed this very, very much.
--Ginger
