Service

She snaps her fingers and he scoots up closer to her and she throws one of her legs over his thigh, keeping him in place.

He pulls the leg of his short boxers aside, exposing his semi-hard cock to the air. Her eyes haven't left the tv screen and she starts absentmindedly grabbing at his cock;grabbing the shaft, twisting it around, giving it little baby spanks until it's fully engorged and erect.

Her eyes leave the screen for a few moments and she looks down on his bobbing cock, shivering with anticipation. She sneers at it mockingly, then shifts her attention back to the tv.

"Hold it." She commands, and he moves his hands down to the base of his cock, presenting it to her. She glances at it quickly, with a slight smirk on her face. She reaches over him for the hoodie laying next to him on the couch and grabs the drawstring. Using both hands now, she starts to wrap it around his thick cock, starting at the head then bringing it downwards. The string strains against the shaft of his cock, the skin beginning to turn scarlet with the increasing pressure. It bobs at attention in front of her, but she hardly notices, laughing at the sketch show she is watching on tv instead.

A small pearl of precum starts to form at the tip of his cock. He lets out a faint moan when he notices this, but knows that if he takes his hands away from the bottom of his dick the punishment would be severe. She hears the moan, then follows his gaze to the head of his cock.

A wry smile on her face she takes it quickly off the tip using her fingertip, then used her shiny black latex hand and shoves it deep into his mouth. He gags a bit in surprise, but expertly takes her hand in his mouth as she pushes deeper. She finally uses two fingers and starts to fuck his mouth rhythmically. He closes his eyes hand relaxes himself into his subservience, his body nothing more than her property. A tool.

A plaything.

There is a sudden smack that brings him back to reality, and his eyes open just as she brings down her other gloved hand onto his shaft again. He cries out in shock and pain.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack! Smacksmacksmack!

He almost brings his hand up from his cock to make an attempt to block the blows but catches himself and places it back at the base of his cock, feeling a tear welling up from one of his eyes.

He lets out a deep moan as he licks the hand that is shoved in his face.

"Lick, slut." she growls, and he obeys. Her glove now slick with his spit she roughly grabs and starts to tug at his cock. The drawstring pulls against it and he groans louder, his face contorting in pain. She loves to hurt him. She loves the expressions he makes.

Pulling the drawstring off his cock quickly, he bucks in pleasure, his hands still at the base of it, showing it off. An absolutely gorgeous, perfect specimen. It deserves to be punished, brought down a notch and put in its place. And right now it's place is under her bare feet as it crushes and rolls against his belly. He's making too much noise now, so she clamps a hand down over his mouth. Still warbling underneath her glove she can barely hear the show now, so she slaps his face twice, not too harshly but enough to get him to shut the fuck up.

She feels his cock strain against the soles of her feet as she keeps rolling and crushing it. She feels every pumping throb from it, and looks down to see a trail of precum dribbling near his lower belly. She can finally remove her gloved hand from his mouth, and annoyed that she had to even put it there in the first place, she does slap him harshly this time, right across his cheek. He sucks in air and suppresses another moan.

Now utterly annoyed by him, she shoves his cock back into his shorts and pushes him off the couch with her foot.

"Smoke." she orders. And he quickly moves over to the coffee table where a tray holds some freshly rolled joints. He brings her one, places it in her lips, and lights it carefully.

"My foot is all nasty with your pre-cum. Lick it off then wash it properly." she demands, staring down at him sternly. He nods and takes her foot with both hands and begins to eagerly lick off his fluids from her feet. Once its gone, he gets a warm washcloth and slowly and gently washes both of her feet with it. She laughs softly, her full attention on the TV.

She inhales deeply on her joint, then looks around for an ashtray.

"You better bring me my ashtray unless you want me to use your mouth again, pet." she sneers, as he stumbles back to the tray to retrieve it. She taps the joint into the tray before taking another big puff, blowing the smoke directly in his face.

"Good boy."