And just so you can get a mental image of who will be fucking you, I'm 6 ft, 210 lbs., light brown hair, green eyes, and in pretty good shape. More lean than muscular I guess. And my cock is seven inches, cut, and VERY hard right now.
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Can I stroke your hard cock? If I do, will you want to force me to service you, maybe grab my hair and push down on my head, push me to my knees? I part my lips and lick them with my tongue in invitation, a bit shy but hoping you'll take control and make me do all the dirty things I secretly want to do to please you ...
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Mmmmm, yeah. Stroke my cock. I see you're getting hard just from touching my dick, but you don't get to touch yourself yet. You're here to please me, slut. That it's, grab it right at the base and jerk it nice and slow. That feels so good. I'm can see the look in your eyes as you watch your hand work my meat. You look practically hypnotized by the sight of my big dick. I know what you want, and you're in luck because I want it too.
I take you by your hair and pull you in close, face to face. I can read all the nasty thoughts running through your mind. You're already breathing heavy. I put my hand on your breasts, and feel your heart rapidly pounding. I start to push you down, but you resist.
"No...I...."
"Let's get one thing straight, bitch. There's one thing I want your mouth for right now, and it's not for speaking. Get on your knees, whore."
You comply. You slip down to your knees with your eyes looking into mine the entire way. Your tongue flicks out and licks the pre-cum that's beginning to form at my tip. But I'm not here to take things slowly. I grab two fistfuls of your hair and thrust my hips forward...
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I was expecting you to go slow and gentle, seeing as how I've never done this before, but my pussy is so wet from how you're treating me -- I actually like being roughly forced to my knees. I like you grabbing my hair and jamming your hard cock down my throat. I'm gagging -- my virgin throat can't take you all the way down yet, because your cock is so big. I look up at you with pleading eyes, and you relent for now and back off so only your cockhead is inside me.
"Lick it, bitch. Run your tongue over my cockhead," you demand.
I tease you by pulling off and saying, "Please, no more. I've changed my mind. I don't want to be a slut who --"
You slap my cheek, not hard, just enough to play along with my feigned reluctance. I feel a thrill at your dominance, but try to hide my eagerness to do anything you want.
"Do what I say, bitch, or I'll slap you hard."
I meekly drop my eyes to the hard cock that is pressing against my lips, demanding entry. I comply with your order and slide just your cockhead between my lips.
You moan. "That's better, you whore."
I circle your cockhead with my tongue, expertly. I slide my tongue back and forth over the underside, causing you to grip my hair tighter and start thrusting again, my tongue rasping against the underside of your shaft as it slowly sinks deeper and deeper into my wet, slutty mouth. I watch your eyes, enjoying this facefuck, and wondering what you will do to me next ...
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I know I probably should have gone a bit easier on you, but I thought you needed a reminder about who is in charge here. And it looks like you don't mind it much at all. Look at you, sucking away at my cock like a pro. You say you've never done this before, but I almost don't believe you. You're as good a cocksucker as I've ever had the pleasure of blowing me.
As I look down into your eyes I can see just how much you're enjoying this. Maybe a little too much. Time to tease you a little more. And not a moment too soon either. The feel of your mouth, warm and wet, working my shaft as I push myself into you, has me close to the edge of orgasm. And I want this to last.
I stop bucking my hips, but it takes a good deal of force for me to pull your head off my dick. The amount of effort is just one more clue that your fight is just for show. You are a cock craving slut. A kinky little cunt who needs a real man to give you what your horny body aches for and I'm going to give it to so good...when I'm good and ready to.
You look up at me from your knees, still drooling over my manhood. "Stand up, and drop your jeans."
You obey. As you slide your jeans down I reach down and rub your soaking wet pussy. "What happened to 'No, I don't want to be a slut', huh bitch? From the slippery feel of your cunt I think that was a lie. And there are penalties for liars. Hands against the wall. NOW!"
With your jeans still around your ankles the most you can manage is a humiliated shuffle to the wall, where you assume the position as ordered. You tremble in a strange state of anxiety and anticipation. You flinch at the sound of flesh against flesh as my palm strikes you across the ass. It's maybe only a half speed swing, but it must sting.
"Do you want to be a slut?"