I mumbled something around his relentlessly pumping cock, I wanted to tell him that this is what I had wanted too… I had just been trapped by the idea of ‘how things were supposed to be done’ when we met.

Of course, with his hard dick pummelling the back of my throat, none of that message really came out in the form of words, but I think he got the gist of it. I wanted his cum, he was my master, and that was all that was important.

With Stephen’s rigid erection sampling the depths of my throat I couldn’t look down to see anything else, I could still feel...