Okay, well I just couldn't resist. Plus, I suck at Calculus, and it's giving me a headache... *smirks, while simultaneously recognizing the need to get my mind out of the gutter* I hope this is still decent despite my current brain cramp.
"Please Master," Dean cajoles him, crawling towards the man on the bed with his ass in the air like the complete whore he is. "I need to taste you, want to take you deep in my throat," He's between the man's legs, looking up at him imploringly, his hot breath ghosting across the bulge in the man's pants, and Dean reaches up to unfasten them. "Oh, Master, please let me pleasure you,"
His fingers caress the button before he's drawing it open, nearly panting with his own need, but he takes it slow, fingering Master's errection through the material before undoing the zipper. He's being a tease and Dean knows it, but the man seems to enjoy his reverent approach, because Dean is in no uncertain way, worshiping and savoring his cock with the anticipation.
Finally, Dean has worked Master's pants down to reveal his cock. It's long and hard, already tipped with pre-cum, which Dean tastes with a quick flick of his tongue. Delicious.
Without a second thought, Dean parts his lips again, engulfing the head of his master's cock. He sucks gently, swirling his tongue around the hard length in his mouth before sucking again, more forcefully. Slowly, he draws the man deeper and deeper, licking and sucking. "Oh," Master breathes, and it sounds so much more obscene than it really should. Dean's own dick twitches with undeniable interest, but he just keeps on going. There is nothing Dean loves more than to pleasure someone else, and this is making him horny as hell.
"Deeper, Uhh," His tongue finds the sensitive underside as he descends and Dean toys with his master for a moment, pulling back before impaling himself further, and then again. His tongue is everywhere – swirling and flicking and teasing. He's practiced this after all; Dean knows how to make it good, and how to make it last.
The man somehow maintains his composure during this, smiling down at Dean in a patronizing way, even as he strokes Dean's hair – like one would an obedient dog. Its unnerving Dean though; he's never served anyone who wasn't desperate for his touch, who he couldn't reduce to a mushy pile of goo with his tongue alone. It's hot as all hell though. Dean would know.
Desperate for a reaction, desperate to please his master, Dean's pulling out all of the stops. With his hands, he massages the man's balls, while meanwhile he's giving it all he's got with his mouth on his dick. Cheeks hollowed out, Dean bobs his head along the sweet intrusion to his mouth, moaning and humming with pleasure. The tone is appreciative when Sir replies with, "You dirty, dirty bitch," His master's hips jerk up, but Dean's much too skilled to gag. He takes it like a pro, swallowing his master's entire length, as if he's never heard of the term 'gag-reflex'.
Finally, his master can't seem to take any more. "Such a damn slut, aren't you? Filthy cock-sucking whore," He gasps out, fisting his hands in Dean's hair. He forces Dean to deep-throat him again, now taking over the work. Dean's mouth is just a welcoming orifice to be fucked, hot and wet and ready. "Gonna fuck your face so hard," Master assures him, and does exactly that, thrusting into Dean's mouth over and over again, yanking him forwards by his hair every time.
It's the closest Dean has ever come to heaven, until Master is cumming down his throat, forcing Dean to swallow as he continues to ride out the aftershocks. The taste is amazing and indescribable – yeah, Dean knows it's just cum, for god's sakes, but it's so fucking hot and it's been much too long since he's done this – water to a man dying of thirst.
"Mmm, very good, slut." Master acknowledges, and then pushes Dean back before standing up. Dean is forced to bend awkwardly backwards, still in a kneeing position, but now resting back on his forearms, as his Master undresses himself. There's no stopping the quiet, fucked-out whimper that escapes Dean's lips as he sees the body being revealed to him, and betrays his longing to be used by it. There's a part of him that wanted to undress the man himself, but Dean goes along with this plan now, because, after all – he's not the one in charge. A slight shiver of pleasure runs through him again at that thought, his own all-but-forgotten cock stirring further. That isn't lost on his Master, who eyes him with some satisfaction as he takes a black duffle from behind the bed, not wasting any time.
In that instant, Dean knows. Master deftly unzips the bag, and even before Dean can see what's inside, he knows he's lucked upon one kinky son of a bitch.
What particular kinks do you want to see? I'm as much of a whore as Dean, and I will gladly write anything. I'm a kinky bitch myself ;)
