Testing the Submissive(36)

Time for instructions: “Listen Abby, stop! Today you are here to serve only as a mouth. A warm worshipping mouth for my cock. Treat my cock like your life depends on it. Your whole world this afternoon is to pleasure my cock. Am I making myself clear, you little cock-sucking whore?”

I nodded. My lips were now pursed, as I glided along the underside of the thick long shaft above my eyes. Through the knit fabric of my white dress, I felt my nipples harden and my pussy moisten. His large thickening cock was undoubtedly arousing me, and I was indeed his little whore.

He pulled away and motioned for me to get in position. Under his desk. We both knew this is exactly what would happen today, so I was not surprised. I was going to spend the afternoon sucking and worshipping Lewis’ cock, while kneeling underneath. Meanwhile, he was going to continue working as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Lewis stood nearby to watch as I seductively slid under there. His manhood was never too far from my willing mouth. I was going to lick his cock as if it was a Popsicle. I would adore it. I would devour it.

As I was slithering under the desk, I was about to use my hands to grasp his cock and direct it toward my face. However, Lewis pushed my wrists away and put a stop to that.

“No, you little cunt, no hands, all mouth.”

He then reached behind himself, and pulled his chair closer so he could sit. Lewis shimmied forward, until his head was in perfect position. He reminded me to keep my arms at my sides and away from his cock. I planted my hands on the carpeting, which helped me maintain proper balance and alleviate some of the weight from my knees. This was not the most comfortable position, but I so wanted to please him. I knew I could bop my head up and down on his rock-hard cock and suck.

It wasn’t long before Lewis was ready for his orgasm. I tasted his pre-cum, sensed he was close to climax. Just then, his phone rang. He answered it, mostly for the humor of the moment or to prolong the act, I wasn’t sure which. Clearly, he wanted to continue with his work day; all the while my sweet, soft, wet mouth was working away on his dick. It was a client. Luckily, the client did most of the talking. For my part, I squeezed my mouth a little tighter and focused entirely on the head of his cock. I bopped up and down steadily and more quickly. I could hear his breathing becoming deeper; he was loving this! My tongue licked the underside of his head as I did so, and within seconds he was exploding into my eager mouth. I could feel spurt after spurt of cum flood out of him and into my wanting mouth. I swallowed expertly, without losing my rhythm. As his orgasm subsided, he began to relax and sink down further into his office chair. However, at no point did I remove my mouth. Meanwhile, I sensed Lewis was smiling and almost chuckled aloud, occasionally saying “uh huh” and “yeah, makes sense” to his client who was, of course, completely oblivious to everything that was happening.

He reached under the table and gripped my head, pulling me off his cock but pressing my face into his crotch. His thick, throbbing tool was mashed into my face just as he hung up the phone, the call finally over. He held me like that for several long minutes, his half-hard cock melded into my dutiful face. When he drew back his head a few inches, I knew what to do. I licked and lapped. As he started to harden again, I concentrated on his shaft and balls. I never let up, working diligently.

This went on for what seemed like twenty minutes or more. I was tired, but I knew I had to continue pleasing him. Lewis powered up his laptop and tried to concentrate on his proposal, but it was difficult with my relentless tongue and lips working their magic with absolute dedication.

He opened his top drawer and reached for scissors. Holding them safely he offered the handle to me and commanded, “Cut away your thong.”

I had on my new mauve colored thong that I had just purchased, made of exquisite French lace, so delicate and now soaked with my arousal.

I didn’t stop worshipping his cock as I followed his orders. I took the scissors and carefully reached between my legs. My knees were spread, and I was easily able to cut the material at the thin point, toward the sides of my upper thighs. Lewis heard the sound of the snipping, so without further instruction, I knew to hand him the thong and the scissors. He took them as his cock was hardening anew.

Soon, he was completely stiff again. This time, he wanted me to take him deeper into my mouth. He reached under, and with both hands, he took a firm grasp of my head. He forced himself deeper into my mouth…and then deeper still. I gagged and involuntarily tried to pull away. I’m sure he could hear me breathe through my nose, in desperation. He let me catch my breath and regain my composure. I relaxed my throat, knowing what was coming. He wasn’t about to let me off easy. He forced into me until his cock pushed into my throat, and then he held me there, despite my watering eyes. We continued the sport for some minutes. He’d let me catch my breath, my nostrils flaring, then he’d thrust forward again, until he was literally fucking my face. His cock was so big and so hard, it completely filled my mouth. His strong hands curled into my hair and pulled me closer, which was causing additional discomfort. I was doing my best. My eyes occasionally looking up toward him, even as my sight line was obscured. If Lewis could see my eyes, he’d know I wasn’t begging for mercy so much as apologizing for any incompetency. I was, in effect, saying I’m sorry for gagging and was trying to improve as we progressed. Indeed, he showed no mercy. He would simply bear down on my throat again and again, temporarily shutting off my air supply as I kept my firm hands in place on the floor. Never once did I shift position, a testament to my obedience and dedication. My mouth belonged to him.