In The Other Room by Anonymous

He crawled to her. Her legs were spread wide. Some men saw this as an opening for them. A woman giving it up to them, aching to be pounded. It meant something different with these two. It meant "crawl your sorry ass over here and lick. Now!" The carpet scraped against his knees as he took small movements towards her, approaching as quickly as the cuffs would allow. Once there he rested his chin on the edge of her seat and waited, just as she liked it.

She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him in. It started with him dragging his tongue up her slit, softly. Gently. “That’s right, bitch. Give me head, just like that.” The sound of the TV in the living room disappeared as her legs closed in around his ears. The tip of his tongue started flicking faster, every so often grazing the little clit at the top. Her fingers clenched on his head, tugging at his hair as she began to squirm and bite her lip.

Then he put his lips on her clit and started to suck, making his Mistress moan. Without warning, she leaned over and grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to the floor on his back. Before he could even gasp she was mounting his face, rubbing her pussy into his mouth. She was facing his body, and grabbed onto his cock and balls. At first it was a couple of slaps to his nuts, his yelps of pain muted. Then she squeezed the sack. She starting slapping his cock around. Finally, she thought it only proper that she give her boy a 69. She bent over and took his rock hard cock in her mouth.

And then she started biting down on it. Grazing her teeth against it.... All while crushing his balls in her fist.... He knew the only way to make the pain go away was to do his job, and he licked and slurped and sucked until she started gasping. And moaning. And as the moaning grew louder the clenching grew tighter, but this was the only way out. It wouldn’t end until she shuddered and dug her nails into his sack -- and came all over his pretty little face, gasping for air as she let go.

She undid his cuffs and laid down on her bed. “I need to get fucked.” He knew what that mean and quickly put on his clothes. He stepped into the living room and simply said, “Mistress is ready.” The gentlemen stood up and walked into the bedroom without even acknowledging the slave. His cock wasn't going to be slapped and scraped and squeezed.  No, it was not going to be inside of Mistress. Now it was the boy’s turn to watch TV and pretend not to hear what was going on in the other room.