I found myself at my 5th punishments, my heart hammers nervously in my chest. He knows just how experienced I am. I know I must do well, to please him, I didnt want to make a fool of myself, I didn't want to frustrate him more than he already is. I got momentarily lost in my racing thoughts but catch myself, and look up to see him watching me.
He spreads his legs a little wider and I kneel on the stage between his legs. With slightly shaky hands, I gently work the waistband of his boxers down enough for his cock to be unrestrained by the fabric. I knew not to rush through this.
"Good girl," he whispered.
I swallowed, braced my hands on either side of his hips, and lean my head down. I tenderly kissed the tip of his cock before licking from the end down to his base. I feel comforted when his fingers thread through my hair. Encouraged, I lap at his balls and hesitantly suckle on them, first one side then the other. I'm feeling less nervous, but I know how long to continue this. My tongue trails backup his length and I suck on the tip of his cock, testing how much I can fit in my mouth before gagging. Know it won't matter I will have all of him before the night it out.
I make eye contact with him and try to smile, but I fear it's difficult to look innocent with a cock in my mouth. Regardless, he smirks back at my impatiently. I take about 1/2 of him in my mouth and stop to breath. Then I try to take a little bit more of his cock in my mouth but then I gag, tears coming to my eyes. I look back up at him and dip my head back down on his cock again, willing myself to go further. His scent captivates me, and I wanted to please him. I know I must or this punishment with be worse. I gagged and retract, licking Sir's length again to catch my breath and to give my throat a moment's break.
I alternate between licking his cock, and swallowing and sucking on as much as I can, humming happily as I work. I like the feeling of his balls in my mouth, he keeps a hand on my head, and I graciously follow his guidance when he pulls at my hair, directing it in the direction he wants. He asked "Are you enjoying my cock, slut?" "Are you enjoying being a slut for me?" I nod my head and give guttural agreement.
My heart races and I reach up to grip his thighs as he orders me to open my mouth. I comply and he plunges himself in and out of my hole. I wasn't ready, I didn't feel that I had enough oxygen in my lungs, and I started to panic, trying to shake my head, trying to indicate no.