A Letter to my Master

I am whimpering again as I can never remember being so turned on and I hear him groan as my mouth works on his lovely mushroom head.

I look up at him and he says "Sarah, you are such a good cocksucker, such a good girl, yes, you love cock so much". I feel a wave of love for him and continue sucking whilst looking adoringly into his eyes.

Again he pushes the poppers under my nose an I inhale. He leaves them there and my inhalation seems to go on forever. I feel them kick in and I open my mouth and take his cock in, pushing halfway down his cock and coming back up again.

"Tsk Sarah, you can do better than that" he says and I take him back in my mouth and push my self deep onto his cock. I feel his hand grab my pony and push my head further into him. His cock sinks into me and into my throat. My nose is buries in his pubic area. I stay still and try not to panic as his cock fills me up, stopping my breath

But isn't this what I wanted? Didn't I want my Master to have complete control? My whole world was centred on his cock that was pushed down my throat, his hand holding my pony at the back, pushing me ruthlessly down.

I moaned onto his cock and he responded by pushing it further in making me choke more.

Then he was letting me up and as his cock came out of my mouth, I took in a thick rasping breath. As his cock came out, I saw long streamers of saliva dripping between my mouth and his cock head. Oh god! I was like one of those women in the porn movies where they get their face fucked. How many times had I jerked off to one of those? And now it was me, a girly boy getting his face fucked.

I looked up at him and saw the lust in his face now, the need to fuck me.

The poppers bottle came down again and I inhaled deeply, beyond caring now. He too took a huge sniff.

"Please, fuck my mouth" I pleaded

"Open you mouth slut" he replied, grabbing my pony tail and pushing his engorged weapon into my waiting, willing mouth.