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until now. He went from “I don’t suck dick,” to getting hard when the tip grazed his tongue.
    I pulled the blindfold from his eyes. His bright blues widened at the hard ten inches staring him in the face. He opened his mouth, assuming he already knew my expectations. I slapped his face with my right hand.
    "Did I tell you to open your dirty mouth?"
    His left cheek turned bright pink. Even my palm stung a little from intensity of the smack.
    His Calvin Kliens tightened at his slight frontal expansion.
    I stuffed a ball gag into his mouth.
    I leaned over him and pulled his waistband down to just beneath his butt cheeks. The front of his Kliens hung still over his saluting soldier.
    I walked behind him, holding the wooden paddle firmly in my right hand. I raised my hand and swung the paddle like a baseball bat.
    The wood made a snapping sound against his naked flesh. His hips thrusted forward, unable to escape the restraints that held him in place.
    I drew my hand back and whacked the other cheek. He winced at the second hit.
    I struck twice more before allowing the cool air to soothe his red hot cheeks.
    His anxious, paddled bottom pushed out against Wonder Woman as his gagged mouth pleaded muffled beggings for me to fuck him. But that’s not what I do on the first meet. The first- meet- nut is always saved for the wife. Not because I feel guilty, but because the gratification of a postponed orgasm is more intense if you have to wait. The sex will be better with his wife. He will run his hard-on into his million dollar mansion and fuck the shit of out his neglected wife and make her feel like she’s the only one he wants. The hormone induced euphoria will make her appear more attractive to him and the high of that cocaine nut will get him hooked because nobody else has the quality product I provide.
    I, however, cum every time.
    I stepped my Giuseppe’s over his legs and slowly paced back around to his mouth.
    I pulled the circular ball gag from his mouth and shoved in my extension.
    The bullet began to speed inside me as his wet mouth glazed back and forth over my ten inches. I moaned as my walls contracted over the metal oval and brought me close to climax.
    My mind flashed to Erica. Her pretty face, thick thighs, fat ass. I imagined her pretty, soft, pink lips wrapped tightly around the tip of my dick. I slowly slid in and out.
    I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently pushed myself deeper into her throat. Her tongue massaged the shaft, forcing me to my peek.
    My body tensed as I made love to Erica’s mouth, completely losing myself in her.
    The bullet shuddered faster inside me as I braced myself for the earth shattering cum I was about to experience in Erica Thomas’ gorgeous mouth.
    I thrusted forward one last time as my body soaked the rattler inside me, sending the cue to my dick to spill into Erica’s mouth.
    I opened my eyes to a pathetic looking white boy with cum oozing from his lips.
    “Ugh,” I frowned as I stepped back, pulling my softening six inches from his still lapping tongue.
    His eyebrows furrowed at my reaction.
    While it was always fun to bust in somebody’s mouth, the reality of cummin in some dude’s five o’clock shadowed throat just doesn’t compare to the idea of releasing in the mouth of the girl I’ve loved since I met.
    I silently fussed at myself for passionately screwing a client’s mouth just because I was thinking of Her. Shit like that sends mixed signals to these already confused people that waltz in here looking to fuck, sometimes hoping to fall in love.
    And the last thing I need is a fucking stalker.
    I uncuffed his legs and released him form the boogeyman.
    Though he was afraid to ask, his pleading eyes and hard dick implied that he wanted me to allow him to release too, but I really didn’t give a fuck.
    He remained on his knees, even though he was freed from restriction. This was normal. Once I force them into submission, they remain that way while in my