An Unexpected Encounter of Power and Submission

My First Pt.2
I couldn’t move if I wanted to as he pushed his cock in and out faster and harder. His balls were hitting my chin and I choked a little as his dick hit the back of my throat with each thrust. He was fucking my face! Then he pushed it all the way down my throat and held my face against his body. There was a second or two pause before let out a loud groan and his jit started shooting. It had more force than I was expecting—and more
Cum!! It was thick and warm. His cock, which felt
like it got bigger, kept stiffening and shooting—9 or 10 times I think! I wanted to gulp but I couldn’t with it rammed so far down my throat. And he didn’t let go of my head till it was totally empty. When it stopped his cock shrunk enough for me to finally swallow. He let go of my head and I fell back on my heels. I was still in shock when he said, “Now kiss my balls.” That was, (and still is) the most most submissive thing anyone has ever said to me. I leaned up on my knees again and gave an awkward kiss to one of his balls. But that wasn’t good enough. “NO!” He said in a more dominant voice. “KISS them! KISS MY FUCKIN’ BALLS!” I couldn’t believe it, but moved his limp dick to the side and started kissing his balls, again and again and back ‘n forth to each until he stepped back and said, “That’s better.”
After he left, with the taste of cum still in my mouth, I tried to make sense of it all. I didn’t like it or not like it, but I was happy that I did it. Still, I thought it a ‘one-off’, bucket list-type experience. It wouldn’t be something I would do again, even tho I jerked off thinking about it the very next day and almost every day for weeks. And then he sent a text. His words were dominant and humiliating:
“Hey cock-sucker. It’s time for your Cum Lunch Bitch!”With my hard dick still in my hand, I text ‘ok’. And just like before, I got on my knees. He came in more confident and dominant and made me ask for it.
“Beg for it!” He commanded.
I said quietly, “Can I please suck your dick?” He responded, “Not till you plead better than that. You know you want it! Say it!”
“PLEASE!!” I said. “Please let me suck your beautiful cock!” I can’t believe what came out of my mouth.
“I NEED YOUR CUM. PLEASE GIVE ME CUM. PLEASE FUCK MY MOUTH AGAIN!!”
He stepped forward and I grabbed his crotch and yanked his pants down. His dick flopped out I sighed with relief and satisfaction that I had his cock back in my mouth. I sucked on it like a starving baby on a tit. At that moment all I wanted was a cum fix. I couldn’t wait for it. I stopped a couple times to beg some more. “GIMME JIT!” I yelled.
And, finally he gave it to me. This time I sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed—savoring each load. And then, like before, I kissed his balls. I could’ve kept kissing them for a long time. It’s what I miss after I blow him. Sometimes he lets me kiss them before sucking him off. I swear, sometimes it’s like I’m making out with his balls. I can’t get enough.
So now (and it’s hard to write this) I AM his cock-sucking Bitch. What else could I be after sucking his cock dozens times? AND, unbelievably, I have sucked a few of his friend’s dicks! It’s usually just one other guy, but one time there were three guys. The humiliation as I walked in was overwhelming…and a turn on.
I now wonder how much cum I can swallow. The odd twist is that I’m only allowed to kiss HIS balls. It’s my favorite part and he knows it. My favorite times doing it is when he lets me sit between his legs as he’s watching TV or reading. It’s part of my routine now. Yes, I do suck other cock now. He has even “gifted” my blowjobs: He tells me an address and I go. I tell them that xxxxxx sent me and they let me in. And yet, EVERY time I suck a cock, I tell myself I won’t do it again. But I always do.
I am sure I have sucked cock over a 100 times.
I’m a cock sucker. It what I am and what I do.