You’re under the table

While I’m writing this

You’ve been circling around me

Then moments ago, you sat down next to me

And pulled your shirt up

Without words, you told me to suck on your nipples

It made me horny

I then told you to get under the table

And take my dick in your mouth

Now you are undoing my jeans

And something is breaking in me

My fingers and brain has started cooperating

Typing on the laptop

“Deeper” I tell you in a commanding tone

While you’re giving me a blowjob

It looks like you are worshipping me

“I’m thirsty for milk” you say

And look up

You look submissive

I can hear your sounds

Spitting

Moaning

“Go deeper” I say

You come closer

You go deeper

You are sitting on your knees

You are spitting cautiously on my dick

I can see your hair

Under me

Between my legs

While typing on the laptop

You are making sounds

They sound like somewhere between gagging

And eating Tiramisu

I slide deeper down your throat

No effort needed

Your throat is open wide

I’m not completely hard yet

You are working to get me harder

Your breathing is the give-away

Your intentions are semi-devilish

You are stroking me

Cautiously

But with intent

Caressing my dick

It feels like worship

I can feel your cold and soft hands

Caressing the root

Of my dick

It provokes me for some reason

“Spit” I command

You obey

Half-heartedly

Lazily somehow

Like someone that hasn’t learned how to spit

A slow way of spitting

On my dick

But your breathing shows that you’re horny

Increasingly

As you sit under the table

I love your lazy way of spitting

And the way you sound

When you have my dick in your throat

As a trained animal

That obeys

And quickly learn from subtle punishments and rewards

I use my words

You use your tongue

I worship your submissiveness

And that you obey quietly

No questions asked

You simply position yourself under the dining table

In silence

While I write

And you do it because I tell you to

You spit again

Lazily again

Your hands are soft

There are strings of drool

From your mouth to my dick

They are all wet and shiny

It feels like you’ve surrendered

Completely now

No thinking

No consciousness

As if no single thought is allowed through the door

To your brain

Just instincts

My dick

And drool

You’ve let go

Given in

This right now is your gift

Your way of showing your appreciation

Of the words I’m typing

It feels authentic

It’s like ancient biology

Between the sexes

Like a primal force

It’s a primal feeling

While I’m writing

You go deep again

Swallow me whole

You put your arms on my thighs

No longer hiding under the table

You have been eating dinner there a thousand times

At that table

Now you are giving me head

A worshipping queen giving a blowjob

You are caressing my dick

It’s drenched

Soaked

Your spit is all over

The sounds you make are driving me crazy

Why haven’t anyone sucked my cock like this before?

You want me to come

You want to feel the sperm in your mouth

You crave it “I want your sperm” you say

“I want your sperm” you repeat

And take another hold on my cock

Harder this time

It won’t be long until I come

I want to come

I love it when you beg for it

My sperm

It makes me feel important

Strong

Wanted

Your one hand intensifies the grip

You put the other hand under my balls

It’s cold

Your hand

And soft too

You stroke me

And your mouth is in rhythmic movement

Over the tip of my dick

It’s almost as if you are teasing me

Don’t fucking mess around

And you aren’t

I come.

Loudly

You forcefully move closer to me

And you push my dick all the way down your throat

And the milk leaves my body

In one big squirt

I see it in your facial expression

The rest of the milk seeps out

You look up

In anticipation

You look proud

And then you open your mouth

And show me that you swallowed it

You drank the milk