I never expected the night to end with another mans cock in my mouth, but thats exactly what my mistress demanded. Her name is Elena, and she had been pushing my boundaries for months with that quiet, commanding voice that left no room for argument. We had played with power exchange beforeme on my knees, her strap-on stretching me while she whispered how pretty I looked taking itbut this was different. This was real flesh, and she wanted me to taste it because it pleased her.
It started at her apartment after dinner. She wore a black silk robe that clung to her curves, nothing underneath. I was naked already, as she liked, sitting on the floor between her legs while she stroked my hair. I have a surprise for you tonight, she said, her fingers tightening in my hair. A friend is coming over. Youre going to show him how well Ive trained you.
My stomach twisted with nerves and heat. I knew what she meant. We had talked about it in vague terms, her describing how she wanted to watch me submit completely, how the sight of me servicing another man would make her wetter than anything else. I had agreed because saying no to Elena never felt like an option. The thought terrified me and made my cock twitch against my thigh at the same time.
When Marcus arrived, he was tall, broad-shouldered, with a calm confidence that matched Elenas. She kissed him at the door while I watched from the living room, already on my knees as instructed. She led him over, robe open, and told me to undress him. My hands shook as I unbuttoned his shirt, then his pants. When his cock sprang freethick, half-hard, veinedI froze for a second.
Elenas voice cut through the hesitation. Suck it. Slowly. I want to see your lips stretch around him.
I leaned forward on my knees, heart pounding so loud I was sure they could hear it. The head was warm against my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in, tasting salt and skin. It was heavier than I expected, filling my mouth differently than her toys. I bobbed my head like she had taught me with the strap-on, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue along the underside. Marcus groaned low, and Elena settled into the armchair, legs spread, fingers already circling her clit as she watched.
Thats it, she murmured. Take more. I want to see you gag on it.
I pushed deeper, feeling the head press against the back of my throat. My eyes watered, spit dripping down my chin onto the floor. Elena praised me the whole timehow obedient I looked, how my own cock was leaking onto the rug without being touched. The humiliation burned and fueled me at once. Every time I pulled back for air, she told me to go back down, harder, wetter.
Marcuss hand settled on the back of my head, guiding me, but it was Elenas commands that ruled the moment. Use your hand too. Stroke what you cant fit. I wrapped my fingers around the base and worked him in rhythm with my mouth, sucking noisily because she liked the sounds. My jaw ached, but I didnt stop. The taste of him grew stronger as he thickened fully, pre-cum coating my tongue.
Elena stood and came closer, tilting my chin up so I had to look at her while still sucking. Youre doing so well for me. Keep going until he comes. Swallow every drop. Thats what good boys do.
I moaned around the cock in my mouth, the vibration making Marcus thrust shallowly. Elenas fingers traced my stretched lips, then slid down to pinch my nipple, twisting just enough to make me shudder. Time blurred into the steady rhythm of sucking, the wet sounds, her voice guiding me deeper, telling me how proud she was.
When Marcus tensed, Elena gripped my hair and held me in place. Swallow it all. Hot pulses hit the back of my throat. I gulped around him, some spilling from the corner of my mouth, but I kept swallowing until he softened. Elena released me only when she was satisfied.
She pulled me up and kissed me hard, tasting him on my tongue, then pushed me onto the couch. Now watch while he fucks me. You earned that privilege.
I sat there, cock aching untouched, watching Marcus slide into her while she kept her eyes on me. Every thrust reminded me of what I had just done, how far she had taken me. When she finally let me comeher hand stroking me fast while she whispered how filthy and perfect I wasI spilled over her fingers with a broken sound.
Afterward, she held me close, Marcus already gone, and told me she was proud. The confession sits heavy and sweet in my chest even now. I would do it again the moment she asks. Because pleasing her is the only thing that matters.
