No. They won't.
In the end, cock sucking is simply another kind of wet friction. But, if you can get over yourself, and truly lose yourself in a man's body, then you have the potential to be truly great at it. In my experience sucking cock is equal part technique and enthusiasm. No amount of skill can save a half-hearted cocksucker, but being excited for your man will save even the most virginal mouth.
I was like a storm on his shaft. First, I rolled his heavy balls in my hand while I deep throated him, pistoning my head up and down like a jackhammer. I took all of him at a swallow. Servicing him made me wet, made me moan and sigh and whimper. I loved the feeling of his engorgement as it slid down my throat.
"There is nothing in the world like your mouth, pretty little ‘Tasia." Master Victor's voice was like the purr of a great cat. "Bring your knees up onto the seat."
Knowing what he wanted, I complied. It took pulling my dress a little higher, and Master Victor scooting away from me to give me room, but I did it. Soon, he had slid all the way to one side of the car, and I was kneeling in the other, my head in his lap and my ass in the air. My dress was so short that I had no doubt that someone driving by, if they looked at the exact correct moment, would see my pretty ass, up next to the window.
Then, his hand tightened in my hair. He pulled me away from his cock. I whimpered, feeling empty as he pulled from my mouth.
"Maybe my girl would like to show me how wet she can get from sucking cock." His hand moved down the underside of my body, carefully avoiding any contact with my pierced nipple. Of course I was wearing no panties- they weren't allowed. When his fingers found my moistness, I sighed.
"Wet for you, Daddy. Always wet for you." This was the reason he had pulled my mouth off of his cock. He loved making me beg. “Please rub me, Daddy. Show your baby girl who she belongs...oh, God... who she belongs to."
Already, his fingers were making my blood sing. He was so certain of my body, it was as if he had wandered all of my secret places and knew them by heart.
I heard him softly laugh. It was almost a menacing thing. "You like it when I use your mouth, don't you, baby girl?"
His fingers quickened, and I gasped. "Yes, Daddy. I love being yours. My mouth was made so that it could beg to be fucked."
Then, he pushed my head back towards his thick shaft.
Now, sucking his cock was no longer a work of art. He was fucking me, pure and simple. He held my head with his hand, making it impossible to get away from him. "Fuck" wasn't even the proper word for what Master Victor did to my mouth. He savaged me, plundered me. My eyes were tearing and my nose was running and I was drooling all over his magnificent cock- and I didn't care. This was what I was born to do. I lived for him, to be used for his pleasure.
This is where I belonged.
"Let's play a game." His voice was a low growl. "We have twenty minutes before we get to the club. Let's see how much of that time you can spend on the edge of coming for Daddy."
I whined, his cock still fiercely fucking me.
"What? You know your pussy belongs to me, don't you little bitch?"
His fingers were like acrobats, teasing filaments of pure pleasure through my wetness. Already, I was spasming, just slightly. It was as if my pussy could be hungry, and seek something to fill it. I moaned and whimpered as he fucked my mouth. I needed his sweet warmth to fill me. I was hungry for it. Slowly I began to grind my hips backwards against his hand.
"Not so fast, little toy." He let up the pressure, his voice laced with amusement. “If I let you have any control, then you will just make yourself come. We can't have that, can we?" He pulled on my hair again, drawing my head back until my mouth was a scarce inch from his tip.
"No, Master Victor." His fingers began their work again, and I gasped.
"Who gets to decide when you come, little bitch?"
I was pulling against his hand, fighting to get his delicious cock back into my mouth. Talking was difficult. It was so much easier to simply hurl myself into being his toy, into being fucked as he wished. "You do, Daddy."
His fingers sped up. "Tell me what you mean. Tell me who we are."
My eyes drifted shut. I couldn't help but whimper. "I have your first ring, Daddy. It's in my right nipple. I remember it hurting like fire when it was pierced." I moaned as he dipped a finger into my salty wetness. "You brought six men to the New Year's Eve party, and let them use me however they wished. When they were done, they pierced me for you." I fought to turn my head. My blue eyes met his. His gaze was sharp, like a hawk hunting in the autumn. Mine was glazed as I danced along to the song his fingers were playing on my body. I bit my lip and stifled a moan.
"I am yours, every moment of every day. I eat and drink only so I will have the strength for you to use me. I clean myself so that you will find me sufficient for your cock. Every breath I breathe in is in anticipating of you walking into my room, slamming me up against the wall and...oh god..." His fingers thrust deeper. "...fucking me like your good little bitch. I want you to crack the plaster because you fuck me so hard. I want you to pound yourself so deeply into me that I scream your name and cry. I want to crawl into your room, every morning, and worship your cock with my mouth." I gasped. He was really working me. I couldn’t get any wind. If he didn't slow down, this wouldn't be edge-play. Instead, my creamy juice would be running down over his hand, and I would be screaming for him.
Even without me sucking on him, I could tell my words were stoking the furnace burning inside him. He was so fucking hard. It was magnificent. He pulled on me, his arm working his fingers as deeply into my wetness as they could go. Even as he did, his thumb still danced dizzying swirls on my poor, sweet nub.
"Is that really the life you want, little ‘Tasia?'
I nodded frantically. "Yes, Daddy. I want to be nothing but your plaything. I want you to jack off on my pretty face while I lick your balls. I want... oh, oh fuck...." He slowed down, and I whimpered.
"You want...?"
"I want you to have Michael stop the car so you can bend me over the hood and fuck me in the middle of the street. I want you to make me watch the other drivers as they see your little girl splayed over the hood. I want you to spank me, whenever you want, just so you can hear me cry. My body is yours." I craned my head again, so he could see my slitted eyes. "My mouth belongs to you. I will do whatever you want with it, for the rest of my life. I will pleasure anyone you bring to me. I will eat your come off of your body. I will beg for you to cane my pretty breasts, even as I cry and scream-"
Apparently, I had reached some kind of limit. Master Victor pushed my head back onto his cock, and I greedily sucked him, worshipped him. My eyes teared up again as he took my mouth, but not only because it was hard to breathe, or because he took me so fiercely.
Nothing made me happier than servicing him.
He held me there, making me dance on the edge of coming, until Michael stopped the car, then he pulled me off of him. I was trembling and moaning. When he stopped, I thought I would scream.
"Not yet, hungry little bitch. I have something for you inside."
I pouted, but in the end it didn't matter at all.
4
The club was named Exotix, and was in the heart of the downtown. Even sitting in the car I could hear the music, thumping so loudly it was thrumming in my bones. Master Victor stepped from the car, immaculate as always, and I used the mirror to fix my make-up.
It wasn't ONLY my job to service him as I pleased. It was also my job to be on display for him. Master Victor only surrounded himself with the most beautiful women. Even if he himself messed our faces or hair, we had to be able to be lovely for him.
The door opened. "Are you close…to being ready?" His voice was teasing. He knew exactly what I was close to. My pulse was still pounding.
"Almost, Daddy." I was trying to get my lipstick right; he had smeared it all over my face.
"Oh, baby girl." his voice was a soft sigh. "You have a mouth like a poem."<
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I blushed. It was my favorite complement. "Thank you, Daddy."
Then, he ushered me inside.
Of course, Master Victor did not wait out front with the throng of people. We had pulled to the side of the building, where a large man was waiting for us. Master nodded Victor nodded at the man as we approached, and he opened the door.
Then, we were engulfed with sound and light.
Master Victor leaned over to my ear. "Grab something to drink and then go dance. I'll be along shortly."
I smiled at him. He knew I loved to dance. "Thank you, Daddy."
I had never seen the barman before, but he obviously knew who I was. He handed me my shot without even as much as asking me for my purse. I threw it back in a single draw. I'm not a girl for fruity drinks. I know what alcohol is for.
It was time to dance.
Yes, I am one of those girls. I am the girl who immediately walks into the center of the room, beneath the lights, and gets her slam on. I sing to the music, and hurl myself around the floor.
I'm the girl who might end up kissing your girlfriend before the nights over. I'm not taking her home, even though I love her soft lips, and her fruity smell. No, what I’m doing is enjoying her mouth, and watching your cock get hard. I'm holding my eyes on you while I explore her mouth with my tongue, and then I'm winking before I dance away.
I love clubs.
After everything that had happened, it was easy to lose myself in the steady THUMP THUMP of the music and the flashing lights. I knew that Master Victor would seek me out when he was ready, and so I danced. I danced away the tension from the New Year’s party; I danced away my worries about Autumn and Kira. I had three more shots of some of the best vodka I had ever drunk, and then hit the floor again.
It was a good night.
When Kira danced in next to me, I wasn't feeling any pain at all. Far gone were any thoughts of our kiss, or the party. She sidled up next to me, a red blow-pop in her mouth. I grinned. She had certainly gone with a great look.
"Kira! There's my girl!"
She danced up to me, and ground her way down my body. I laughed as I saw some of the boys who were there staring at her.
"Hi, ‘Tasia." She grinned at me and popped the sucker back in her mouth. Her makeup was brilliant. She wore a short black skirt and boots that came up to her thighs. Her top was tied so that most of her midriff was showing. I loved her wild red hair- tonight she had it in pigtails. She danced with me, and together we rubbed against each other as if we were going to tear into each other, right there on the floor.
She was completely, totally, fuck-me hot.
More than one girl was pissed. I understood, but I didn't care. I was there to rip loose and have fun.
So we did.
It didn't hurt that Kira and I had done several scenes already. I had kissed her and held her down while Master Victor fucked her. I had straddled her face and made her eat me. At the New Year’s Eve party, I had beaten her and made her beg to come.
So, yeah, there was a connection.
Everyone on the floor could feel it as well. We weren't some stupid college girls pretending to be lesbians to pick up boys. We weren't gay, straight, or in a committed relationship. No.
We weren't pretending anything, or putting on a show. As we spun and danced, as we ground against each other, we were sex. We were the sheer joy of fucking. We were lust and passion, and grace. We were everything the boys wanted, and everything the women wanted to be.
The world could only watch.
She turned away from me, and ground her ass backwards against me. My hands ran up her sides, and I cupped her breasts. She craned her head, her mouth breathy in my ear.
“I told him. I told him what you did.”
Fear and lust fought in my stomach. Why hadn’t Master Victor said anything to me? She danced lower, and turned around. Her face was inches from my groin. She nuzzled against me before coming back up to dance. Out faces were inches away from each other.
“That’s why I’m here. He told me to come here so he could,” She grinned, “speak with us.”
Lust won. Master Victor would have punished me if he had been angry with how I had treated Kira. I would be crying on his floor if he had been the least bit displeased.
She was here for a different reason.
I grabbed one of her pigtails, and dragged her face to mine. We stopped dancing. There, amid thousands of glittering lights and dozens of eyes, I kissed her. My tongue took her mouth, dominating it as my territory.
"I wish you could be my Mistress, ‘Tasia."
Her words echoed in my mind. If that was what she needed, then that was what she would get. She was Master Victor’s property, as certainly as I was. Taking care of her meant taking care of Master Victor’s things. I pulled tightly on her hair, and she whimpered in my mouth.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes, Mi…Yes, ‘Tasia.” She stuttered and looked down. In that moment, we were the only two people on the dance floor, the only two people in the world. Then, her eyes met mine, and I saw her. I saw into everything she was. Her breath was coming in gasps.
Then, he was there.
“We need to continue this discussion in the back room.” I could hear his smooth voice, even over the music. “My business is complete, girls, let’s be along.”
I stepped back, but kept Kira’s gaze, even as I held her hair. Her eyes flickered to him. “Yes, Daddy.”
Master Victor chuckled, and caressed her face. Then he looked at me. “Bring her along, ‘Tasia.”
I took her other pigtail in my hand, and followed Master Victor into the darkness.
5
“For now.” He was tying Kira’s pretty naked body to the small table. It had stirrups, and he had already fastened her legs in. Her skirt and boots were still on, but she had no top on. He looked at me. “There’s a lot involved. You have to care for her as I care for you. But it is what she wants.”
Master Victor hadn’t exactly asked me if I would take care of Kira. Of course, he didn’t have to ask. We both belonged to him. He thought that I had the ‘suitable qualities’ to receive training as one of his top girls, and Kira seemed to have a need for me. He had thought it over. The decision was made.
That’s all it took.
I bowed my head. “Your wishes are mine, Daddy. I will take good care of her.”
He held a slender vibrating wand to her pretty pinkness. She arched her back and moaned.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. Oh… oh, fuck…”
Master Victor smiled at me. “Nibble on her pretty nipples for me, won’t you?”
I grinned. “Yes, Sir.” I licked my way up her side as she trembled and begged. Master Victor turned the vibrator up, and Kira began to pant.
“Daddy… Oh, God, Daddy. I need you. I need you in me. Please. Please fuck me.” Her begging reminded me of my own, only an hour before, in his car. It made me wet to watch her pretty mouth whimper. I tongued my way to one of her nipples, and let my teeth graze it. She sighed.
“Yes, Mistress. Please. Please bite on my pretty breasts. Thank you. Oh…yes, Mistress ‘Tasia, thank you…”
She was slowly bucking her hips against the vibrator. Master Victor stood, fully clothed, teasing her with it. Then, he set it aside, and began working his fingers inside her.
“Kira has a very special need, ‘Tasia. It’s one you are going to see to today.”
She hissed and intake of breath. “Yes. Oh, yes, Daddy. Please….”
“Taking care of her is serving you, Master Victor.” I grinned wickedly at him.
He smiled at me. “She’s been asking for something special for a while. I think your hands are small enough to give pretty Kira her first fisting.”
I felt myself clench at the thought. Imagining her, impaled on my arm as I worked my hand into her body, making her scream and beg and wail.
It was making me wet.
I caught her gaze, and held her green eyes
with mine. “We’ll have to get her ready first, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “Yes, ‘Tasia, we will.”
I moved to the head on the small table. “I think I need my little bitch to have my come on her face before I fist her, Daddy.” I looked at him. “May I make her eat me, Daddy? Would you like to watch the look on my pretty face while I make her drink me?”
He unzipped his pants, and pulled out that magnificent cock. He pushed it into her pink wetness, listening to her whimper. “Yes, baby girl. I would like that very much. Make her your little bitch.” He began to slowly fuck her.
I caressed her hair. “Time to eat me, little bitch.” She nodded frantically, whimpering as Master Victor fucked her.
I threw a leg across the table, and settled my salty wetness against her face.
Kira’s Secret Desire
So it was that I found myself with my short black dress pulled up to my hips, straddling Kira's pretty face. Her tongue was spinning circles and I was gently rocking back and forth on her mouth. Strands of hot pleasure burned their way through my body as Kira hungrily ate me.
"Do you like her mouth, little ‘Tasia?" Master Victor's eyes were on mine as he slowly fucked her. She was whimpering against me as he powerfully drove himself into her.
My blue eyes were locked on his. "Yes, Daddy."
Kira's tongue was like velvet. She lapped at my wetness like a good little bitch, cooing and sighing as he pounded her.
"Good. It's your job to use her. I need you to train her to be a good girl."
"Yes, Sir. I will, Sir." I pushed down on her face, grinding myself on her tongue. God, but she was amazing. My eyes fluttered as I tried to hold his gaze.
"I love the way you smell, Mistress." Kira whimpered softly as Master Victor steadily fucked her. "I love feeling your juice on my face. I love tasting your desire."
"It's not about you, little girl." I moved just out of the reach of her tongue. "Servicing me isn't about what you want, Kira."
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