Manny

He can’t ask for that. He couldn’t possibly make such a forward request. She’s better than that, she should be the one looking down on him, he is her toy to play with, not the other way around, and just the idea of her kneeling in front of him and choking on his cock makes him feel strange and ashamed, like a child caught reaching into the cookie jar.

And then he somehow gets mixed up with a domme who loves sucking dick. She teases him about it, always asking if he wants it, but he can never quite say yes, just shyly changes the subject or avoids her gaze.

But that won’t do. Looking into his eyes is the best part.

One day she finally makes the decision to settle this. Pinning his legs down and slowly rubbing his inner thighs, then licking, biting, cooing close enough that he can feel her warm breath on his leaking cock, and she wonders aloud what he tastes like. He turns away to avoid her seeing his bright red face, as if she hasn’t already heard his panting and whimpering, and she laughs before demanding that he looks her in the eye.

“What do you think I should do, baby? Hm? Tell mommy what you want, beg for it.”

Pretty soon the only words he can manage are a desperate combination of “please” and “mommy” in between his pathetic whining, whimpering, and moaning. He has never felt less in control.

And she grins and giggles while she licks him clean, crooning softly into his skin.