By now I had shot my warm load all over her tits and neck and was squeezing every drop out of my swollen cock. Her hand would slide up to my mouth and...insert her moist fingers past my waiting lips, letting me taste her beautiful nectar. I was in heaven.She eventually went back to college and I was broken hearted.For the next three years or so I was in sexual agony. My shyness prevented me from getting a real girlfriend and my sexual appetite was out of control. I was constantly horny, addicted. I didn't really know what I was doing, only that I loved the taste of her and I didn't want to stop. From the sound of it, she didn't either. Occasionally I would slip a couple of finger inside her to go deeper and feel her insides, a feeling I liked very much. This was all so new and exciting for me and I was feeling such a rush. I must have been doing something right because Emily asked me if this was really my first time. I reckon my confidence doubled in that single moment. My tongue worked. "You are pleasing the master, are you not, Lorelie?" Charles had been in the service of Master Don for several years and took it upon himself to see that the Master was always satisfied."Oh, yes Charles. As always." Lorelie inclined her head as she took the silver tray Charles offered."Did Master Don request a glass for you?" Yes, Charles." Very good, Lorelie. It will be a good evening, then." Charles placed another crystal glass on the tray."Thank you, Charles." Lorelie turned and left the. After several minutes I felt him stiffen. "OK faggot, time for your reward," he announced.I felt the first jet blast the back of my throat, unfortunately way too deep for my taste buds to enjoy. But with each subsequent squirt, he pulled back a few inches and in short order he was filling my willing mouth with his thick seed. At last, he pulled completely out of my mouth with the last couple of jets coating my beard."Fuck," he exhaled. "You drained my balls like a pro."He wagged his slowly.