Sometimes I feel like one of those animal appliances from the Flinstones!
Remember watching The Flinstones and they had lights, and dishwashers, and all sorts of appliances that were in fact animals, or little dinosaurs and stuff? Well I spent another night with my neck bolted to the underneath of Masters desk as a “suck pump” again. With my neck bolted to the underneath of his desk with a metal bracket (with soft cushion inside so its comfortable to stay in for hours) and my wrists also bolted up behind me to the bottom of the desk, its essentially impossible to back away from Masters cock while hes sitting at his desk. I am placed in the perfect position so that while sitting at he keyboard his cock is inserted directly into my mouth. I’ve spent a lot of time like this especially now that he works so much on the computer with the website and all.
My favorite is after hes been sitting still for a while, his cock slowly…ever so surely stiffening inside my mouth – I can feel it growing inside me until eventually its fully erect and just about what feels like 1 centimere away from touching the back of my throat, and he gets a little more horny and I think without even realising it he pushes himself on his rolling chair back and forth with one toe, just enough to poke the back of my throat with the tip of his dick. Slowly back and forth…back and forth…rythmically. Until finally hes quite literally fucking my throat and then just as I begin to think that my lack of a gag reflex after all this training will finally come back, he stops…puts it as far down my throat…my lips burrowing deep into the soft flesh above his cock…his dick quite literally half down my throat he lets loose his load…I don’t taste a drop. Its on a straight path, do not collect 200$, do not pass GO mission straight down my esophagus and straight into my belly.
Then slowly he sighs, lights up a cigarette, and I hear the keys of his keyboard clicking away again…and after a few moments he stops…his hand reaches undeneath – caressing my cheek…wiping away the few tears that accumulated from the slight gagging..and he whispers…”I love you so much, darling”.
*BzzzZZzZZzzZZzz* The remote control vibrator in my ass, and the second in my pussy start singing happily – as I’m taken into bliss. I suck diligently on his cock begging it to come alive again – but it rests half hard caressing my tongue as I give up and let myself go to the orgasm that inevitably begins to make Master’s desk rattle.
I don’t know how many times I can mention this but…I love my life :)
Sorry I got a little caught up! The real point of this post was just to say that when I’m a suck pump I kind of feel like one of those appliance animals from the flinstones! I wanted to come up with one of those funny remarks that the animals always did but I couldn’t think of anything when Master went to bed. I just wish he’d unbolted me from the desk! I wanted to get on to post the funny thought, but he must’ve thought I needed to be still for a while…I have been rather rowdy lately!
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