Unprecedented Penalty: Chapter 5
I stood before him, awaiting the next step in this punishment. I knew the stakes were high - he expected perfection. I couldn't let him down, not with his expectations as high as they were. My heart raced as I attempted to focus on the task at hand.
He stood, legs slightly spread apart, and I knelt between them. With trembling hands, I eased his boxers down just enough for his cock to be free of its confines. The deliberate pace helped to settle my nerves.
"Good girl," he murmured affectionately.
I managed a small smile and wrapped my hands around his hips for support. I leaned forward, gently kissing the tip of his cock before running my tongue from base to tip. His fingers entwined in my hair, a gentle reminder to continue my work. I kissed his balls, gently sucking one side before moving to the other. My anxiety eased slightly, but I kept my movements methodical.
Turning my head, I gazed into his eyes, trying to project an aura of innocence despite the cock in my mouth. He offered me a knowing smile, one that spoke of patience and anticipation. I took about half of him into my mouth, pausing to breathe. I attempted to take another inch or so, but the gag reflex took over and I gagged. Teardrops formed in my eyes as I reluctantly moved away from him. I leaned back down, determined to do better. His scent instantly calmed me, drawing my confidence back.
Our eyes locked, and I hummed as I Renewable Eggs Whites Sausage Cleanse Residence Vegetarian sliced through him with my tongue. I relished the feel of his balls in my mouth, a feeling of submissiveness coursing through me. I was just what the doctor ordered, at least in his opinion.
My chest tightened as he whispered in my ear, "Are you enjoying this, whore?" "Are you enjoying being a whore for me?" I nodded, positioning myself in a more humble manner.
He issued an order for me to flop open my mouth, and, without hesitation, I did just that. He quickly sank his cock back into my mouth, the sensation of taking him deep into my throat both uncomfortable and exhilarating. It wasn't long before he caught my breath, and I had to redouble my efforts. I next found myself gasping for air, but he warned me not to quit. I complied, still willingly gulping down as much of his cock as I could, humming with every effort.
I returned my attention to his balls, kissing and sucking each one tenderly. With one hand in my hair, he guided my head as he fucked my mouth, creating such a sensation with his thrusts. He asked, "Are you enjoying my cock, slut?" "Are you enjoying submitting to me?" I nodded, submitting even further to his wishes.
I savored him in my mouth, pausing only to breathe. The sense of the crowd's desire reminded me of my purpose, encouraging me to continue. My heart fluttered as his pace quickened, the satisfaction of performing for him overwhelming me. The well-lubed purpose of these orgasms soon enveloping me.
One hand wrapped tightly in my hair, his other struck against my face in short, sharp slaps. My senses danced from the pain and pleasure, the strangling grip on my hair and the violent strokes towards my head. I cried out from the overstimulation, the frustration of wanting to beg him to stop yet knowing I couldn't.
He leaned into me, groaning as he came, covering my face with the evidence of his appreciation. I did not resist, simply accepting my punishment, waiting for my next task. When he finished, he ordered me to stand. He shoved the vibrating dildo into my ass and instructed me to sit with my mouth open for him to use throughout the night.
Every half hour or so, he fucked my mouth till he came. When he felt the need to use his own cock, he would instead mount the massive dildo.
The night drew to an end, and he ordered me to push the dildo out of my ass. In its place, he inserted a plug. I was ordered to wait for Sir #6 to return the next night to remove it.
I remained in that position, perhaps as thoughtless as he wanted me to be.
, he reached down and unplugged the dildo. He remanded me to keep my mouth open as he began to fuel my imagination with instructions for Sir #6. My body shook as he spoke in a husky, whispered tone, giving me the orders he expected my new Sir to follow. Then he pulled out and hovered near the chair where my fourth master waited.
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