#take care of my boys

“Oh good, you’re here. Follow me.”

Which I did, past the squad, into the last room at the end of a back corridor, where he took off his belt, dropped his pants, and sat back, legs spread, while I knelt and worshiped him for the next 45 mins, giving him everything he wanted (as well as a few things he wasn’t expecting) before letting him release all in, and swallowing the huge load he dumped deep in my mouth. 

When he was done and sucked clean, he got up, pulled up his pants, put on his belt, and said, looking down at me “stay there, the boys will be in for some service” as he left.  And they were, one after the other, unzipping and unloading in my mouth … all NINE of them.