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I am kneeling on my silken floor pillow, comfortable in my position at his feet. My dressing gown is slipping off my shoulder, revealing my bare breasts. My wrists have been cuffed to my thighs, the leather keeping me incapacitated, unable to move to cover myself. Master is standing before me, tall and proud, gazing upon my naked breasts. He's undressed already, his suit hanging neatly in the closet, wanting me to see all of him. One of his big hands moves onto the back of my head, gripping my hair, just holding.
"You're excited aren't you, dirty girl?" I attempt to nod to his question, but his grip in my hair restricts the movement, based on the smirk on his face, he knows exactly what my answer is. He strokes up and down my scalp, my hair still in his grip. Slowly he starts to push my head forward, forcing my upper body to follow. He stops the movement right before my face meets his sex, forcing me to stare at it for just a moment before he leads my head the last few centimeters, pressing my face into his soft cock, keeping me pressed against the limb. And all I can do, is revel in the feeling of him on my face.
He moves me where he wants me, pressing me softly against his length, moving me down to his balls, forcing me to nosy against the sack. Nuzzling my face all over his genitals. He’s hot against my face, smelling deeply of what can only be described as him, of his excitement. Oh this is where I needed to be, where I felt most at peace after a long day, connected to him in my submission.
“Ah exactly where you belong, part your lips for me, let me feel them.” And who am I to deny his demand, I part my lips, just enough for him to feel them pout against his length, letting my breath fan across the sensitive skin. As I mouth at his member, he groans, letting his head fall back for just a moment. His hand starts to rock my head side to side, pressing every bit of my face against the hot, soft flesh. “This is what you wanted wasn’t it? Your face against my cock, like the most desperate little cock slut.” I whimper, feeling depraved by his actions, humiliated by his comments. But it’s no lie, I do want to be here, pressed against his loins, feeling him and his excitement.
As he continues with the treatment, pressing me against his groin, he starts to fill out, growing harder as my humiliation excites him. I let out all sorts of little sounds, breathing giving away my own excitement, small mewls and moans slipping out. He grips himself with his free hand, moving my head back, away from his hardening shaft. I am forced to look at his hand holding his length out, just out of reach even if I were to extend my tongue fully. He spits down into his hand, wetting his hand so he can stroke himself. I move my eyes to look up at him, attempting to beg with my eyes. He pushes my head closer, but still keeping me out of reach from him. I whimper at the cruel tease. He chuckles lowly in answer. My hands grow restless on my thighs, not being allowed to touch him is becoming hard, I want to reach out to his cock, grip him and stroke his member for him.
“Oh, so desperate for my cock,” he coos in mocking, continuing to stroke his now hard member. “Maybe I should keep you suffocated against my crotch during the day, that’s the only way to keep you content isn’t it sweet thing?” he asks into the air, he is getting caught up in our game, our fantasy. He groans from his masturbating, no doubt imagining keeping me under his desk, face pressed against his crotch, as he works. He continues to jerk off his shaft into my face, forcing me to watch either the action or his pleasure-stricken face.
Hard and leaking he draws his tip across my face, leaving streaks of precum across my cheek, chin, lips. Another cruel tease, he treats the tip of his cock as lipstick, tracing my lips, leaving them glossy and me desperate, because I know I’m not allowed to take him into my mouth before he says. I can’t even lick my lips clear of his cum until he gives me permission. Tapping himself against my cheek, letting me feel how hard he’s become, letting me feel what he’s not allowing me to have, at least not yet. “What a nasty thing you are, my cock all over your face, you want my cum too no doubt.” I absolutely do, so so much.
He drops his member, pushing me back against his pubic bone, pressing his length into my cheek, the tip hiding into my hair. I breathe him in, feel his hard and heavy shaft press into me. I moan loudly into his pubic bone, mouthing tiny kisses into his hip. Here he keeps me, reveling in what he considers my worship of his cock. “You’re my perfect little thing you know, the way you just fall into submission and calm on your knees.” He softly says, the praise makes my eyes glassy, because that is all I want, to submit to my Master.
“Please.” Is all I whisper into his skin, my voice muffled against his hip. He takes pity on me, repositioning me, helps me sit up straight again all the while stepping closer. His hands smooths over my strands, a soft gesture of care before he returns his grip to my hair. In this position I can switch my gaze between his hand working himself, and his face to gauge his satisfaction. He begins to move his hand up and down his cock, aiming at my face. “When I cum, it’s all going on your face.” He spits down into his palm, his pace getting quicker, trying to reach completion, so he can give me that facial we both know I crave.
“You’re not allowed to clean yourself off when I’m finished, you’re gonna stay dirty, sticky,” He rambles on, his fist growing tighter as more precum eases his glide. “We both know you need to be claimed, you’re so filthy you want people to know you’re mine, you want to wear my cum out, hmm?” I bite my lip, squirming slightly on my knees. My pussy is throbbing, slick with arousal.
“You desperate thing, you’d love to have my cock in your mouth wouldn’t you, but tonight you won’t.” He starts to moan, he’s getting closer. He continues to ramble, humiliating comment after humiliating comment. “What kind of girl wants to have her face all over a soft dick, huh? Cock sluts, that’s who, desperate cock sluts.” I keen, embarrassed and aroused by his comments. My whimpers turns him on even further, aiding him as he jacks off.
“I’m close baby, you’ll get my hot, sticky load all over your face.” I grow restless again, trying to move my hands to touch him, or myself, anything. But I get nowhere. “Please.” I whisper again, more desperate this time. “Yeah you’re a nasty girl baby, always so fucking desperate for Masters dick.”
The last few strokes are a blur, my whimpers, his groans and the sound of his hand gliding over his length making a symphony in our room. He aims the tip, stepping closer, before releasing his load straight into my face. He covers me in his cum from my forehead to my chin, some of his spend dripping down onto my still bare breasts. I can only close my eyes and revel in the feeling, breathing deeply and releasing little noises of my arousal.
“Look at you, just covered in it, covered with me.” He pants down at me, smirking his pride and satisfaction. I stare up at him, doe eyed, wound up in my arousal. He laughs mockingly, before using his slowly softening dick to smear out the semen, glossing my lips with a thick layer of his cum, making sure my whole face has a layer of his spend. Marking me.
“What a filthy slut you are, but you’re my filthy slut. My desperate girl.”