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embarrassment. Tyson stroked my hair, his pleasure with my pleasure clear. "Excellent, Marci. Now are you ready to do your part?"
"Uh huh." He guided me to my knees. The wonderful ache still inside me, I knew what he was asking. I had to do it better, more fiercely than every other woman.
I unzipped his dress pants, my fingers reaching in. My fingers trembled, through the remnants of orgasm or general nervousness. I found Tyson, his cock hot and hard as I pulled him out, the daunting organ intimidating me as much as the situation. He stood tall and gazed down at me expectantly.
Timidly, my tongue ran up the underside of his shaft, it trembling ever so slightly from the sensations I was delivering to him. Up the underside and down the top, I embraced the taste of his sweat, of him, and everything else. Even though I knew the entire room was watching me, I cared only about him at that moment. The man who had delivered me to such a wonderful new life, the man who had brought me such joy, had taken my virginity, and who would soon realize what a mistake I was.
Bad thoughts aside, I focused on the now. My lips opened slightly, and began to devour him. His thick cock pushed my lips apart, as I wanted to keep my mouth so tight for him. I kept him slick for my licks and sucks, did so much to please him as he stood assertively over me, his only gesture a hand on my hair, which was just as much voiceless command as comfort.
Slowly, I began to bob my head up and down on him. I wasn't an expert on the task at hand. Tyson was the only man I had enjoyed in any way carnally. But he loved it. Every way I gave him my eager and enthusiastic nature, bobbing my head up and down on him, using spirit as a replacement for experience. His eyes, his low grunts told me that he was enjoying my efforts, ambrosia to my ego.
I took him fully, holding my breath in dedication to his pleasure as I slid my mouth over his cock. Every little bit of friction from my lips, my hands massaged him where my mouth was not. But unlike me, he wasn't showing it, he wasn't going to melt into a gooey mess from coming. He stood stoically, again part of the show he was putting on, to say that he had those so willing to please him. But even at his most vulnerable he was unphased.
A trickle of his juices touched on my tongue, and I savored it. Even before his grip on my hair became tighter, I knew he wasn't going to waste his seed down my throat. My heart beat with panic, as I was far from done this evening. My tongue and lips gave him one last caress as he pulled away from me.
He pulled me to my feet , still on wobbly heels. I questioned why I had to wear such things, but if Tyson commanded it I didn't have it in me to defy him. I didn't want to defy him. I was spun towards the onlookers, who studied me. From the older women with the jealousy Tyson said they had for me, to the men he said wished they could have me. Even to Alejandro, whose focus was locked on my naked form. I found my heart fluttering a bit more with panic at him seeing my body so bare. Seeing me at my most intimate. Tyson's cock rubbed against the flesh of my thighs as he prepared me for what came next.
The bannister was majestic. Polished wood, intricate designs underneath it, but there was enough negative space for it to be easily seen through. Ornate architecture, and it was being used to support my breasts and abdomen as Tyson urged me over it. "Now for the main show, my young beauty. This is why I told you to save your energy this morning."
I leered back at him with want. I still wasn't sure how I felt being paraded around naked in front of all of his peers, nor did I know how I felt being tongue fucked and having sucked cock in front of them. But I knew that all of it, even him bringing me to orgasm once already, only made me burn hotter for him. I wanted more. More. Just so much more of him. I didn't care who saw it, as long as I got it.
Perhaps this was completely by his design. His hands
"Uh huh." He guided me to my knees. The wonderful ache still inside me, I knew what he was asking. I had to do it better, more fiercely than every other woman.
I unzipped his dress pants, my fingers reaching in. My fingers trembled, through the remnants of orgasm or general nervousness. I found Tyson, his cock hot and hard as I pulled him out, the daunting organ intimidating me as much as the situation. He stood tall and gazed down at me expectantly.
Timidly, my tongue ran up the underside of his shaft, it trembling ever so slightly from the sensations I was delivering to him. Up the underside and down the top, I embraced the taste of his sweat, of him, and everything else. Even though I knew the entire room was watching me, I cared only about him at that moment. The man who had delivered me to such a wonderful new life, the man who had brought me such joy, had taken my virginity, and who would soon realize what a mistake I was.
Bad thoughts aside, I focused on the now. My lips opened slightly, and began to devour him. His thick cock pushed my lips apart, as I wanted to keep my mouth so tight for him. I kept him slick for my licks and sucks, did so much to please him as he stood assertively over me, his only gesture a hand on my hair, which was just as much voiceless command as comfort.
Slowly, I began to bob my head up and down on him. I wasn't an expert on the task at hand. Tyson was the only man I had enjoyed in any way carnally. But he loved it. Every way I gave him my eager and enthusiastic nature, bobbing my head up and down on him, using spirit as a replacement for experience. His eyes, his low grunts told me that he was enjoying my efforts, ambrosia to my ego.
I took him fully, holding my breath in dedication to his pleasure as I slid my mouth over his cock. Every little bit of friction from my lips, my hands massaged him where my mouth was not. But unlike me, he wasn't showing it, he wasn't going to melt into a gooey mess from coming. He stood stoically, again part of the show he was putting on, to say that he had those so willing to please him. But even at his most vulnerable he was unphased.
A trickle of his juices touched on my tongue, and I savored it. Even before his grip on my hair became tighter, I knew he wasn't going to waste his seed down my throat. My heart beat with panic, as I was far from done this evening. My tongue and lips gave him one last caress as he pulled away from me.
He pulled me to my feet , still on wobbly heels. I questioned why I had to wear such things, but if Tyson commanded it I didn't have it in me to defy him. I didn't want to defy him. I was spun towards the onlookers, who studied me. From the older women with the jealousy Tyson said they had for me, to the men he said wished they could have me. Even to Alejandro, whose focus was locked on my naked form. I found my heart fluttering a bit more with panic at him seeing my body so bare. Seeing me at my most intimate. Tyson's cock rubbed against the flesh of my thighs as he prepared me for what came next.
The bannister was majestic. Polished wood, intricate designs underneath it, but there was enough negative space for it to be easily seen through. Ornate architecture, and it was being used to support my breasts and abdomen as Tyson urged me over it. "Now for the main show, my young beauty. This is why I told you to save your energy this morning."
I leered back at him with want. I still wasn't sure how I felt being paraded around naked in front of all of his peers, nor did I know how I felt being tongue fucked and having sucked cock in front of them. But I knew that all of it, even him bringing me to orgasm once already, only made me burn hotter for him. I wanted more. More. Just so much more of him. I didn't care who saw it, as long as I got it.
Perhaps this was completely by his design. His hands
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