".......Yes Mistress."I paused because even though I had fantasized about being a sissy cocksucker I was scared about enacting my fantasies in real li...e, she seemedto sense my reluctance."Well I am in a benevolent mood at the moment so I will allow you intomy presence. I will then decide what tribute you will make." Yes Mistress......I will do anything you ask," I mewled."Anything! That is a sweeping statement slave....we shall see," shecommanded and then the line went dead.For a few seconds I. Jill was home for spring break and decided that we go out and relax.Mom and step dad were at the condo on the beach for the weekend So that night we went to the local watering hole to mingle with other spring breakers...so we did and it was looking like I was gonna get to know Pam a sweet little blonde a lot better soon, Jill said it looked like i had things in hand so she left since we took separate cars. due to the fact that i focused so mush on sports I kinda put girls on the back burner so. Chas (not his real name) was making his mark early as an investment banker and I was successful landing three patrons who commissioned pieces of my work (almost unheard of for such a young artist). After about 7 years, we moved back to New York when Chas got a shot at a principal role in a new hedge fund. This is where my story really begins to take shape. What I’m about to describe is way too close to the stereotype that many people hold about high-flying Wall Street tycoons. I never believed. Im going to cum… tell me where you want it… tell me where you want my cum. he demanded. My mouth, come in my mouth! I yelled out. He abruptly pulled out of my ass and spun me around easily. He turned me onto my back, my head hanging off the counter. He grabbed my head and both hands and drove his cock into my mouth. He began face fucking me, my drool running out of my mouth and onto my cheeks, nose and eyes. Im going to cum… swallow it you sweet slut! he yelled as he buried his cock in my.