" He turned me around again, facing him, but still pushed up against the door." He turned me around again, facing him, but still pushed up against the door. His teeth closed gently on my throat, his hot muzzle pressed against my skin. I barely knew what to do with my hands; they hung uselessly at my sides. He slid his hand behind my back, shifting me from the door a little to pull my jacket off, then tore off my shirt in the process. "Now I've got you," he said. "Yes, you do," I whispered. He smiled and said, "Oh, really?" With a tug he ran his fingers under my hair and closed his fist. My legs turned to jelly, like they always do; I grabbed at his windbreaker and tried to hold on as I collapsed to the ground, slowly, only his hand in my hair keeping me from falling full-speed at the same time it caused my fall. I leaned against him, against his thigh as he held me. "Please, sir..." I whispered, "please..." "Oh, no," he leered down at me. "That's the second time you've called me 'sir,' Ken, and you know what that means." "Yes... yes, sir," I replied. I began nuzzling against his crotch, gently, rubbing it with my cheek. "Open it, with your teeth." I smiled, grateful for his choice of clothing. A lace tie held his pants shut... with a pull of my teeth I had the knot open, and began pulling the laces out of their holes. When it was loose enough, I teased the cloth aside, hoping to get into his pants fast. I wanted him, so very much. "Good," he sighed as his pants opened. I pulled them down, again with my teeth, and began nibbling on the base of his erect cock directly. "You're such a good slave, Ken." I snarled at that, and he clenched his fist tighter in my hair. "Are you disagreeing with me?" "No, sir," I replied, gasping. "Good. Suck me, Shardik. Suck my cock." I slid my tongue along the length of his shaft before clamping down with my lips on the head of his cock and pressing down, pressing it to the back of my throat. |