I took a step backwards and said, “I prefer my blow jobs to be deep and wet.”
She grinned as she placed her hands on my chest and lowered herself on to her knees, keeping her eyes locked on to mine. “I don’t know your name. Is it proper etiquette to suck a man’s cock before you know his name? It seems very un-lady like,” she playfully said as she undid the zipper of my pants.
I loosened my tie and began to unbutton my shirt. “I’m Gil,” I replied and grinned as she reached into my trousers and pulled my cock out.
She squeezed the shaft of my cock, licked her lips and replied, “Charmed. My name is Gloria.” And she kissed the head of my fully erect and twitching cock. "You have a very handsome cock, Gil. I'm charmed to meet it, too."
As Gloria slid her lips over my cock I undid my belt and removed from around my waist it by its buckle. I wrapped it around Gloria’s neck, fed its end through the buckle and made a makeshift collar and lead. Gloria grabbed my hips with both her hands as she swallowed the entire length of my cock. I let out a soft groan as my cock slid down her throat. She pushed her face into my pelvis and at the same time gripped my hips tighter and pulled me deeper down her throat.
She kept me buried deep in her mouth for almost a minute. When she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, she released my hips and pulled her head away. She gasped and took desperate mouthfuls of much needed air as she grinned at me and pumped my cock with her slender hand.
I tugged on the belt, turned around and led her on all fours towards the bed. I came to halt after a few steps and pulled the belt upwards, it tugged at Gloria’s throat and she kneeled, keeping her hands on the floor on either side of each knee.
“Finish what you started you cheap slut. Throat my cock and watch yourself in the mirror,” I ordered.
Gloria wasted no time. Before I had finished the command, she had her lips and tongue working their magic on my throbbing cock. I reached for her left breast and clamped my right hand around it. I squeezed and tugged and her tit meat, and mashed it hard into her chest as I thrust my cock deeper down her warm, slippery throat.
Gloria moaned, squirmed, gagged and coughed as I stabbed my cock against the back of her throat with hard thrusts. Her eyes welled up with tears, her nose began to run, and she pulled her mouth away from my spit covered cock and gasped for air. I grabbed a fist full of her long blonde hair and yanked her head back. “Look at yourself as I face fuck you,” I half snarled.
I aimed my cock at her lips; Gloria took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide. I plunged deep into her throat, with her hair still wrapped around my fist, I pulled her face into my pelvis and rocked my hips back and forth. Gloria tried to keep from gagging, tears streamed down her cheeks blurring her vision. She placed her hands on my belly and tried to push me away. I held her head in place, pinned against me.
“Just a few more seconds,” I growled at her.
She nodded. When I pulled my cock out of her throat she coughed in-between each desperate breath she took. I yanked her head back and admired the mess that her face had become. The lipstick she had carefully applied had smeared and faded across her lips, chin and the sides of her mouth. Her mascara had bled out and formed meandering streaks that followed the tracks of her tears down her cheeks and the corner of her eyes.
“Now you’re fucking beautiful,” I grinned down at her. With a turn of my wrist I twisted her head towards the mirror. Gloria tried to keep me from turning her head towards the mirror and lowered her head as she shut her eyes. I yanked her hair, knelt beside her and grabbed her face with my free hand with my thumb and fingers squeezing her cheeks.
“Look at yourself, Gloria. Tell me what you see,” I ordered in a stern voice.
Gloria reluctantly obeyed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. “I’m a mess,” she replied.
I released my grip on her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. “Yes, you’re a beautiful mess. A sexy, slutty, beautiful mess. There was a room full of women downstairs in the ballroom all dressed and done up to nines. Perfect makeup, perfect outfits, just enough skin showing to intrigue, but not to come across as slutty. Any one of them could have made any man’s cock in attendance hard. But this, the way you look now, do you know what this is, Gloria?”
She feebly gave a shake of her head as she replied, “No.”
I grinned and said to the quivering Gloria, “This,” I pointed to her reflection in the mirror, “is the difference between my cock getting hard from seeing you downstairs, and my cock getting as hard as possible and hurting from being so hard. Downstairs you were beautiful, here and now you’re fucking stunning. You unleashed the beast you wanted to be set free.”