There is something about the look on your face when you first get on your knee that always excites me. That fear in your eyes making them shine in the harsh, fluorescent lights of the men’s room … the question as you turn to look at me, eyes begging to be told it's just a horrible dream that you’ll wake up from … and finally, the horrible resignation of knowing I mean exactly what I said and you'd better get used to the idea of sucking the limp cock in front of your face.
You see, I could care less whether you want to do it or not … this isn't about what you want any more. In fact, it hasn't been about what you want for quite some time now and that's the way it's going to stay. You may not have realized all that was involved in being my little slut when you first got on your knees for me but its well beyond the time where you can back out. I'm sure you never thought, in a million years that I'd actually put you in this position. When we first met, I always made sure to be especially gentle and kind with you … enshrouding your submission to me in velvet so that nothing would shock or surprise you too much. I've invested months of my time preparing for this moment and no amount of whining or sniffling is going to get you out of it.
As you can see, my friend is here and he's gone out of his way to be here for you to learn how to be a good little cock-sucker. We aren't leaving until I see his cum decorating your pretty little face, whore. Stop your crying and start sucking … unless you'd like to find out what his cock feels like in your bitch-hole first?
Yeah, I didn't think so but it does give me ideas for tomorrow.
