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Obeying The Text Master: Part 1
I was on my way home when my phone buzzed with the single word message "douche." It meant he was coming over. If he wanted me to meet him somewhere, he would have just sent me the address or rarely, "here" meaning his condo.
I broke out in a cold sweat, he usually only gave me 15 min of warning before he came over, and I was at least 20 min from home. Nowhere near enough time to strip, douche and be waiting for him on my knees in the living room as he demanded. He didn't like to be kept waiting, and punishment was usually brutal. Last time I was late, he whipped my balls with his belt until the welts started to bleed.
Once the train stopped, I bolted off. Weaving past people I rushed down the stairs from the platform. I hit the street at a full run, covering the three blocks to my apartment in record time. I fumbled with the lock. My hands were slippery with sweat. Once inside immediately started stripping before the door had fully closed.
Turning around, I unlocked the door and scooped up my clothes. Then rushed to the bathroom. Quickly I grabbed the douche and put it under the faucet while I scooped up a little Vaseline for the nozzle. I didn't even let the water get warm, just squirted the icy cold water straight up my ass. I sighed relief when the water I expelled into the bowl was clear. I flushed and rushed to the living room floor. Falling to my knees, I glanced at the clock, 27 minutes had passed since the text. My skin was still glistening with sweat.
Within 30 seconds I heard the door open, and he appeared around the corner. 6' 2" with caramel brown skin. His head shaved. A pale blue polo highlighted his chest and designer jeans hugging his ass. We walked straight to me and slapped the right side of my face hard enough to knock me on my side. "Eyes down bitch" he growled while I struggled back to my knees.
Once I was back up, my eyes level with the bulge in his crotch, and my hands clasped behind my ass. He started to inch down the zipper on his jeans. I licked my lips in anticipation. Even limp, his 8.5" cock was a mouthful.
"Open" he commanded and placed the limp head of his cock on my tongue. Before he'd finished the word "Drink," his golden nectar started flowing.
I hurried to wrap my lips tightly around him and began swallowing. Enjoying every gulp of the precious liquid as it coated my tongue. I heard him sigh as he finished emptying his bladder into my warm mouth. As the flow trickled to a stop, I squeezed out the last few drops by rubbing my tongue up the underside of his member, then sucked tight to clean it as he pulled it out of my mouth.
He didn't bother to zip up his fly, he just tucked his cock back into his jeans, walked over to the couch and sat down. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of himself; I immediately scurried over on my hands and knees. Making sure to keep my back arched and ass on display.
Kneeling before him, he pulled his magnificent balls and cock back out. Then placed a foot on the coffee table to either side of me: Corralling me between his thighs.
At his command: I began licking and worshipping his balls. First I kissed each orb before working my tongue against the warm skin and coarse hair.
He grabbed the remote and started watching SportsCenter. I was left alone to minister to his manhood slowly. I savored the contrast between velvety skin and rough pubic hair. Occasionally feeling his cock plump a bit as it rubbed against my cheek. Eventually, he ordered me to suck. Eagerly, I got to work on his dick.
I started swirling my tongue around the head; rubbing the tip against the back of the ridge and along the sensitive underside. Once he began to stiffen, I slowly sucked him in and bobbed back and forth; increasing the suction as he grew. All the while, I kept rubbing my tongue on the bottom of his shaft.
As soon as he was fully hard, he started pressing on the back of my head. Forcing his member deeper and deeper into his throat. He mostly ignored my gagging, letting up to gasp for air on his schedule, not my lungs. Eventually, he grabbed my head around my ears and started using my compliant throat to masturbate his cock.
Suddenly, he pulled me off and shoved me to the side. He bent over, grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and started pulling me. I scrambled to keep up with him as he practically threw me over the arm of the couch and started pulling and pushing me into position. He manipulated me onto my back with my head dangling over the arm of the coach. My mouth left hanging open.
He shoved his cock back into my mouth and started fucking me roughly; pounding my throat without mercy. I have no clue how long he spent pummeling my tonsils with his cock, but it felt like an eternity. My eyes were tearing, and my lungs were burning. I started to get desperate for more air than the few precious gasps he granted me. I started struggling, reaching up and pushing back on his thighs in desperation. Moaning around his cock as I pleaded for oxygen. He would have none of it. He balled up his fist and slammed it down on my balls. Chuckling as I screamed into his crotch. "Take it bitch!" he growled.
I was on the verge of passing out when I finally felt him swell and speed up. He reached down and squeezed my sack mercilessly as he spewed his seed into my stomach; enjoying the vibrations of my cries against his steely shaft. He pulled out and gave me a few moments to recover before ordering me to "Clean it."
Obediently I crawled off the couch and kneeled in front of his already presented cock. I carefully licked and sucked all the cum and throat slime off of his cock and balls. Sucking the few stray spots off the fly of his jeans. Once I'd cleaned it to his satisfaction, he patted my head and pushed me off. Reaching down, he tucked his soft member into his jeans and zipped himself up.
Without saying a word, he walked out of the room. I heard the front door open and close when he let himself out. I knelt in silence for a few more minutes before reaching down to my rampant cock. I quickly jacked myself off; barely tugging at my prick before shooting into my palm. My unused ass twitched when I licked up my spunk. After a moments recovery, I cleaned my drool off the arm of the couch and straightened up. Then I hopped in the shower hoping to reset my brain from the evening's activities.
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