The Making of Mary Ch. 03

The feel of her lips kissing his cockhead sent shivers down her spine. She continued to stroke his shaft with her hand as she encircled the head with her lips. The familiar taste of him roused her and she sucked hard, sliding her mouth down his full, thick cock. She lashed his shaft with her tongue as she pulled back, her hand following her lips. As she pumped his meaty rod he grasped her hair in his fist and forced her down harder. The crown of his cock jammed into the back of her throat making her gag but she held on, her mouth tight around his staff. He relished the feel of her tender tongue licking him, the suction of her mouth coaxing him toward rampant satisfaction.

She sucked his cock with enthusiasm. The texture and taste of his dick in her mouth was incredible. She suddenly found she could not get enough of it. Whimpers of enjoyment rose up from her throat as she devoured his flesh. The bittersweet taste of his precum coated her tongue, encouraging her to milk him all that much harder. Mary's cunt twitched and oozed with slippery nectar, aching to be fucked.

"Such a nasty girl, you enjoy sucking Me, don't you? your dirty mouth was made for Me. I love fucking your mouth, mary." He stiffened as he felt his orgasm rise. He held her head still for a few moments, with his dick embedded in her mouth, prolonging the sordid pleasure he was feeling. But when he could hold back no longer he pulled her head up and came all over her face, splattering into her open mouth. "There slut, there is your lunch!" he laughed softly and released her. He reached down and scooped up his cum from her face with his finger and fed it to her. "Be a good girl and lick my fingers, suck them clean."

She sucked his fingers leaving no trace of his cum on his flesh. She held her head down, wishing she could see him. She wondered why she just didn't yank the blindfold off herself. But she knew that he'd never acknowledge her again, it would be over. She laid her hand on his thigh and softly squeezed, building up the courage to ask him what was on her mind.

"Master, please...please touch me. i want to feel You caress my pussy, i ache to feel Your mouth or fingers play with my cunt. Please?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't worry you hungry bitch, you're going to get yours soon. It may be more than you expect. You've heard of that saying, 'be careful what you wish for'? In this instance it may really be true. You'd better be up for what I'm going to teach you. I appreciate a strong slut who can take whatever I care to dish out." He took her shoulders in his hand and helped her to sit up. Though his cock was still hard he crammed it back into his pants, pulled the zipper shut and buckled his belt. Mary sat in her seat, her pussy throbbing with lusty need. She could feel her juices seeping between her legs, down to her anus, drenching her dress. 'Oh, God' she thought, 'everyone will see the wet stain on the back of my dress!'

"Next time we meet I'll address your infractions. You know, you still need your lesson regarding your rude tone of voice on the phone yesterday, and the fact that you were wearing panties." He leaned close to her, and sliding his hand between her thighs he eased his fingers between her pussy lips to torment her clit. She whimpered and pushed her hips forward needing to feel his fingers inside her sopping cunt. "You'll feel the punishment you deserve," he whispered as he pinched her swollen clit. She groaned and pressed herself against his fingers. Suddenly he pulled away and opened the car door. "No touching yourself, slut. No orgasms for a naughty girl like you. Be ready for the next time we meet."

"Wait!" she cried out but only heard the car door slam shut as he left her. She began to cry, desperate for her own release, shamed by her lewd behavior. How was she supposed to go back to her desk and work, in her condition. She was thoroughly embarrassed to go back to her desk as she sat in a damp puddle of her own juices. There was just no way she could face her co-workers in her current physical and emotional state. As she pulled the blindfold from her face she reached down and retrieved her cell phone from her purse. She dialed her manager's number and left a message on his voice mail that she was ill and had to go home, that she would try to make it back in the next morning. Then she drove home, her only thoughts were of her Master and needing to hide from the world as well as herself until she could pull herself back together.