by Danielle Lux
Finally though, Mr Miller started to groan louder, putting his hand on the back of my head and fucking my mouth, moving his hips back and forth and his plunged his cock in and out of my throat. It was all I could do to stop him from shoving that huge thing all the way down, but somehow I managed not to choke to death!
Mr Miller grunted like a wild animal, and suddenly I felt rope after rope of thick, warm cream hit the back of my throat. There was so much of it that my cheeks were practically bulging.
Mr Miller took his cock out of my mouth and looked down at me with demanding eyes. I’d never swallowed for Billy, but this was Mr Miller—and I wanted to impress him. It took me three big swallows, but I manged to get all his cum down my throat. I held out my tongue, to show Mr Miller my mouth was empty. He nodded, giving me a look which I hoped was a look of approval, then, without a word, he left the room.
I went back to Kate’s room and slipped into my sleeping bag. I could still taste Mr Miller’s load in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around, savoring the salty taste. I’d never liked the taste of cum, but somehow knowing that it was Mr Miller’s made it taste good, if that makes any sense.
The next day Mr Miller acted as if nothing had happened.
“Hello girls,” he said as we came down for breakfast, “Did you all have a good night?”
In fact, he acted so normal that I half thought the whole thing must have been a dream. That was until two weeks later when I stayed round Kate’s again.
“My Dad insisted I invite you over,” Kate said. “He says you shouldn’t take good friends for granted. So, what film do you want to watch?”
Later that night, when Kate had fallen asleep, I went to the toilet, and when I came out, Mr Miller was waiting for me.
“Would you… would you like me to suck it again for you, Mr Miller?” I whispered.
Mr Miller said nothing—he just nodded.
THE END