Aiko, #1 (Submission) - Sex Stories

Aiko, #1 (Submission)

... sorry, sir."

The button came free. I didn't look up again; we were past the point where either of us could have misunderstood what was happening. I grabbed his zipper, pulling it down.

I could feel my mouth watering at the sight of his underpants. He was big. I had always imagined him that way, of course, but I wasn't stupid enough to think it wasn't ultimately random. But he was. And he was hard.

"C... can I touch it, sir?" I stammered.

"Not with your hands. But you can remove my underwear."

I nodded. Not thinking to question him or ask why, I carefully grabbed the dark blue fabric with two fingers from each hand, pulling it down.

His cock jumped free, aiming directly at my face. If I were sitting any closer, it would have touched me.

I looked up at him and realized what his previous command meant.

"May I... put it in my mouth, sir?"

He gave a nod, and I could feel my heart pounding faster than ever before. I looked back at his cock. It was thick. But it didn't matter. I would please him no matter what.

I opened my mouth wide and, without using my hands, took the head of his cock into my mouth. I had never had my mouth on a cock before – it was saltier than I expected, and it was so thick that it was difficult to take it in far. When I felt like it was as deep as I could get it, I looked up at him. Our eyes met, and I didn't feel compelled to look away this time. I was finally where I belonged: kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock.

I ...

... drew back, took a breath, and then went down on it again. It was rock-hard. I was so lucky to be someone he wanted, and I'd make the most of it.

But it wasn't about me. I had to please him. I went down on his cock again and again, taking it as deep as I could. After a while, I drew back and looked up.

"Am I doing it right, sir?"

"It should be deeper."

I winced. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. I'll try to take it deeper, I promise. Or if you want, you can also hold me still and force it as-"

I didn't get further because he had grabbed my head and rammed his dick in. It went past my mouth and into my throat, triggering the gag reflex, but I couldn't throw up. I heard him sigh softly, indifferent to what was happening to me, and then he pulled out. I gasped for air, sputtering, but he didn't give me more than a few seconds before he slammed it back in. My eyes seemed to roll back in their sockets, but I tried to ignore the gag reflex and breathe in through my nose instead.

"That's better," he murmured while pulling my head up and down his shaft. "Good girl."

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he released my head, leaving me gasping for breath.

"Thank you," I managed, "thank you, sir."

"You can spit on it if you want. And you may use your hand now."

I gathered a mouth full of saliva and took his shaft in both of my hands, but rather than spitting on it, I took just the tip into my mouth and let my spit run down on both sides. Then I started jacking ...