Sir pushed my face against the outline of his member. He unzipped his pants, and I felt the head of his hardening cock press against my cheek.

“Stick out your tongue,” he said. I obliged.

“You’re just like a little kitten,” he cooed. “Ready to take whatever her Sir is going to give her.”

My face scrunched up when I felt him press the tip against my tongue. A spurt of liquid landed in my mouth, almost making me gag.

“Lick up the precum, girl. You’ve made that mess, you’re going to clean it up.”

I slowly started licking the head. I tried to imagine the girl in the video, with her fluid movements, and sensual gaze. I’m sure I looked nothing like her, while drooling and nearly gagging over just the tip. I just hoped I was pleasing Sir. That’s all that matters.

Sir grabbed my face. “I’m going to push deeper,” he said. “If I feel you using any teeth, I will hurt you. Understand?”

I nodded, and was quickly met with a slap on my cheek.

“Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I pleaded.

His cock was placed back in my mouth. This time, I could feel his head hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, making a horrible retching noise, but Sir only pushed my face down farther.

My eyes were welling with tears, and my throat was on fire. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last like this.

“Good girl. Fuck.”

My one tether to reality was Sir’s grunts of pleasure. This is hardly a blowjob, whatever this is. I have no control over pacing, with my face being shoved repeatedly down on his cock. But even though I’ve been reduced to a drooling mess, I’m still cracking at his hardened exterior. That singular fact makes the pain more than worth it.