He’s My Slave

adult phone chat He walked in the room, head down, advancing slowly, cautiously, afraid to displease me in any way, shape or form.

The room is dimly lite, the only light a single bulb hanging over the chair that I am sitting in. I am naked, save a hat and black boa. A Virginia Slim Menthol hangs between my lips and smoke swirls around my body.

When he is close enough I order him to his knees, grabbing a hand full of hair and yanking his head back so hard that I heard his bones crack,

“OPEN’

He knows to open his mouth and I flick my ashes on his tongue. Closing his mouth he swallows and knows not to complain.

I let him look at me now. My nipples hardening as his eyes gloss over with his hunger for my body. I let him drink in the sight of me as his cock is straining to escape his pants.

Finally I take out my favorite glass dildo and start running it over my body, laughing as he suppresses the moan that threatens to escape his lips.

I spread my legs and slide it in between my wet pussy lips, enjoying the fact that he wants to touch his cock but doesn’t dare to because I have yet to give him permission.

Taking my toy out of my cunt I place it under his nose and order him to inhale the scent of my pussy. I bring it so close to his lips that they begin to quiver with the need to taste the milky goodness that covers it.

Pulling it back I suck it clean before putting it back inside of me.

There is a huge wet spot on his pants from the pre-cum leaking out of the head of his cock. The throbbing is clearly visible and making his pants jerk.

“Take your dick out slave and jerk it good. If you don’t cum at precisely the same time I do, you will suffer the consequences of my displeasure!”

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