Cock Worship

I knew he had had a long day. I could see it in the way he plodded to his favorite chair and slumped into it, pulling at the restrictive tie around his neck. Such was his lot, though. He was a powerful man, with a great deal of responsibility. And, that was why it was my job to ease his weary mind, to bring him joy and comfort after such days.

Moving to where he sat, I kneeled in front of him and gently pushed at his knees, opening his legs so that I could scoot in. He gave me a tired smile and leaned back in his chair, a sigh of anticipation escaping his lips. I smiled as I unzipped his pants and reached past the flaps of his neatly pressed slacks to free his soft cock. For a moment, I gently massaged him with my hand, enjoying the feeling of his silken skin against my palm. Then, I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss upon his head. As my lips sucked ever so slightly at the tip, he drew in a breath. I felt the first stirring of his member as it began to swell and harden.

I smiled, letting my hand drift downward to cup his balls, kneading him gently. My mouth hovered over his growing shaft, my breath warm upon him. After a few long, glorious moments, I lowered my mouth, taking his length. I began to bob slowly and deliberately, my tongue pressing against his length each time I lifted my head. I swirled around him, tasting him, humming to myself in delight as he grew harder and longer still, his hips beginning to lift of their own accord.

His hand came to rest upon my head, caressing my hair as he murmured wordless sounds of encouragement. My pussy responded to that attention, wetness spreading in my underwear. I wanted him. But, today was not about my wants. (Though, I would gladly give him my pussy should he desire it.) No. Now, I was only there to tend to him.

I began to move a bit faster, my cheeks hollowing out as I pulled at him a bit harder. I lifted my eyes to look up at him, to watch his face as I devoted my mouth to his pleasure. When our eyes met, he groaned and twisted his hand in my hair, gripping me tightly as he began to take control. I did not fight him. I relaxed as he held me as he liked, fucking my mouth at the pace that he desired. I moaned around him, my own lust beginning to truly take hold.

Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I took all of him as he so insisted. I could feel the tip of his cock sliding down my throat, and I swallowed around him as best I could. He shuddered and groaned, his grip in my hair twisting and tightening. I couldn't breath, but I held for as long as I could. I wanted to please him. Before it became too uncomfortable, he withdrew, going back to a still insistent and passionate pace through not as deep as before.

Gladly, I let him use my mouth, my lips tight and wet and warm around him, holding me as his thrall. Finally, I felt it. The tightening, the hitching of his breath just before orgasm... and then he came. My mouth flooded with his salty cum and I gladly lapped it up, swallowing every, last drop.

Spent, my good Sir released me, a smile of satisfaction lighting his flushed face. And, good servant that I am, I gently sucked the last of his cum from his cock, making him clean before I left to attend to other household duties. My master was sated, for the moment, and I was happy.