After a very thorough face fucking, my Sir was nearly ready to gift me his load.
I leaned back with my eyes closed, mouth open wide and tongue sticking out, like a proper slut. I loved feeling my Sir’s relief flow over me.
I sat bracing for the first warm hit but it never came. When I opened my eyes, confused, my master was pointing to a pool of cum on the cold tile floor.
“Lick it up.” He demanded.
I looked from him back to the cum, cold now, and hesitated for just a moment but I should have known better. My Sir does not ask twice.
In seconds he had wrapped his hand into my hair and pushed my face into his cum, moving me back and forth like a human wash cloth.
When he let go, I desperately started licking whatever might still have been left of him on the floor in a pathetic attempt to correct my mistake.
“Too late.” He said, pointing down to his feet which was an order for me to bow at them. That is the position I always wait in while he thinks of my punishment. I quietly kissed his feet. I never wish to disappoint my master. I was so upset with myself!
After what felt like forever, he finally spoke, “for the next week I’m fucking your ass only. When im done using you, you are to squat on the floor and hold your asshole spread open, for my amusement. When I decide you’ve made enough of a puddle, you will immediately and eagerly get on your knees clean my load with your tongue like the good little whore you’re supposed to be. Do you understand?” I nodded.
“And what will you say when you’re done?”
“Thank you, Sir” I answered, nearly as a reflex.
“Correct. Now go clean yourself, you’re disgusting.”
