Page 62 of Not About That Life
I carefully watch the interaction between Nick and Zerrin, He caresses her face as she smiles back at him. Nick has a quiet power and strength, while Zerrin is elegant and graceful. They’re yin and yang.
Watching them become so loving and tender with each other, seeing the exchange of power and ownership between them, I’m in awe. Separate, they’re flawless. Together, they’re powerful and captivating. No wonder they’re so respected and adored. They were #couplesgoals before it became a thing.
Nick softly nods and Zerrin pulls down His zipper. She reaches in for His cock and my eyes slightly widen to see how big it is in a flaccid state. And Zerrin can takeall of thatin her mouth?
HOLY SHIT.
Zerrin briefly used her hands to warm up her Master. She licked along the length of Him and worked His cock until it was nice and hard. Once Master Nick was hardened, Zerrin put her hands behind her back and began to take His cock inch by inch.
I watched in awe like a groupie as she only used her mouth and teeth. It seemed her teeth were the base while her mouth crawled along the thickness of Him, reaching the base before she pulled away and did it again.
I studied Zerrin’s body as she remained in a seated position. She was relaxed, and dare I say, graceful. Small beads of sweat formed on her body but her hands…her hands were still at her side. She only used her mouth as an instrument.
A person’s mouth has more power than they realize. Sometimes people don’t realize how powerful their mouths are until the ability to use them is taken away.
Ian’s words are ringing in my ears. He meant that in so many ways and I finally understand what he was said.
As I continued to watch Zerrin take more of her Master, worshipping Him with only her mouth, I felt the need to try on Sir. I don’t think I’m ready to deep throat yet but I want to try.
I look up to Him and caught the gleam in His eyes. “Sir, may this girl suck Your cock?”
“You may,” Ian nods.
Carefully unzipping Sir, I pull out His hardened cock. My fingertips caress the length of it, feeling how hard yet spongy it is in my hands. I briefly inhale His musky scent and my panties became moist withwant. I place a series of small kisses along the length of Him and place His cock inside my willing mouth.
Here goes nothing, Domi.
I place my hands behind my back. I feel the angry chords of Tchaikovsky playing in the background as my mouth slowly inches towards the base of Sir’s cock. My heart is pounding, I’m wondering if I’m actually doing this right or if I look like the total newb who is still learning about sex.
Sir hums His approval and I feel it vibrate down to my mouth. His moans encourage me to go as far and as comfortable as I could. I felt the saltiness of Him escape from the small slit and I quickly swallowed it. I wanted more. I deserved more.
I resisted the urge to play with my pussy as I pleased Sir. I remember my pussy belonged to Him and Him only. He was the only one who could decide when, where, and how often I could masturbate. He claimed ownership of my body and I gladly allowed Him to do whatever He wanted, at His bidding, whenever He wanted.
I was losing my positioning so I grabbed the back of Sir’s thighs to steady myself as I took more of Him. Not all of Him was in my mouth but that was okay for now. I had to remember what Zerrin taught me – enjoy the process and it wasn’t a race to the finish.
I playfully licked every ridge and vein of His throbbing cock before I took more of Sir into my mouth. He remained steady, calm, and completely in control. I wanted Him to lose control, feel His knees buckle, His heart race, His fists curl up as I continued.
I wanted Sir to come. I wanted Him to paint my mouth, my face, and spray all over my tits with everything. I wanted Him to forget we had an audience watching us and where we were.
I wanted Him to lose His mind.
My eyes water as I take more of Sir’s cock inside of my mouth. I breathed Him, tasting Him, becoming one with Him while my tongue rolls around His cock. I’m drunk on His cock now and I’m officially addicted. I need Sir like a junkie needs a fix. I want to taste His come. I want it everywhere on me.
I soon get my wish. Sir lifts me up from my knees and pulls the slinky dress down to my waist, exposing my breasts. He kneels me back down and strokes His cock until I feel His hot come paint my chest, one breast at a time.
Sir smears His come all over my chest with His manicured fingers. He stares into my eyes as He does it and a sexy smile is on His lips. “Do you know what I’m writing?” He asks.
I simply nod. “Yes, Sir.”
It was a message to just the two of us, but a silent and powerful one to everyone else:
MINE.
