"I stuffed some gym shoes into my backpack and headed out the door. Roy was waiting for me.When we got to Art's house it was time for our by now daily...ritual of giving each other head. I began by licking Art's balls. "Oh God that feels good!" he shouted, and I shifted my attention to his engorged cockhead. He began to caress my head, and continued moaning in pleasure as I sucked him. Finally, he shot strings of hot, salty cum down my throat, and we switched positions.He cupped my balls in his. Tonight was different, for he arrived before her and let himself in with a key. I knew he didn’t live there, so she had given him a key. Had she given me a key? No, but he got one.I was really angry now, and despondent. She arrived half an hour later and let herself in. I gritted my teeth and waited it out. As I waited I pictured her room. There was nowhere to sleep except the bed. I couldn’t imagine him sleeping on the floor. What would he do while she worked? There was no television, and he. ”Thwack!“Five. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”Thwack!“Six. Thank you, Master.”“I didn’t tell you to stop begging for another stroke, slut. Now we will have to start all over again.”“Please, no, Master. I’m sorry, Master. Please don’t cane me again, Master.”But the Master ignored the miserable pleadings of his slave.Thwack!“One. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”Thwack!“Two. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”Thwack!“Three. Thank you, Master. May I have. I gripped the bedspread and my hips pushed upward into her willing mouth. She could feel the tension building to an explosive release. I pushed my head back into the pillow and arched my back, lifting my cincher covered midsection off the bed. “Ohh fuuuuck! Oh fuck me you slut!!!! I’m cumming!!!” I cried like a used whore. She slowed her pace in my ass and clenched her jaw down on my cock. The pressure was intense and I felt her stopping my cum from shooting. Then I felt her completely remove.