Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Toy.
I didn’t have a cock; I had a toy.
No.
I managed to shake my head but explaining to Sir what I wanted needed words. Squirming wasn’t working and it was killing more of my brains. “I…”
Words.
Sir needed words.
“That’s right. I love seeing my slut blush and squirm, so I hope you’re going to ask me for something naughty.” Sir was so wonderful…he always said what he wanted. “Tell me what my slut wants to beg for.”
Not my toy.
Sir.
Sir had a cock.
“Does my needy boy want to suck on a cock or be a cockwarmer?” Sir read my mind, making me worry about what else he could see when he looked at me. “What about worshipping my cock? Is that what you want?”
I.
That.
He.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, dirty boy?” He smiled like I was a good boy but it made me squirm and I couldn’t think. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”
He did?
He did.
Yes, Sir liked making me squirm and telling me I was a good boy.
“Let’s get my good boy naked, though.” Sir gave me more sweet kisses, and I couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped. It made him chuckle and he shook his head like I was adorable. But I was naughty. He thought it was cute, though. “Cute little sluts don’t need so many clothes on.”
Sir shook his head again as he stepped back and eased my shirt over my head. “That’s much better, but it’s okay you forgot that a slut should be naked. It’s hard to remember so much when you’re a naughty boy who’s picturing being used so wickedly.”
He.
I.
His hands stroking over my chest had me shaking again and the world flashed in and out. “I get…I get to worship you. That’s…that’s my reward.”
I had to tell him that, right?
Even though he’d read my mind?
He was making it hard to think.
“You don’t have to think, slut.” Sir smiled again, making me squirm and feel silly. “You have to obey and show me what a sexy boy you are.”
I…I could do that.
I didn’t have to think to do that.
“It’s…I’ve had to think for a long time.” Yes, he needed to know that. “But you’re…you’re here now.”
He wanted to be here and he wanted to be Sir.
And I…I was his naughty boy.
“That’s right.” Sir kissed his naughty boy’s forehead. “And I want my naughty slut to be naked so I can see that cute toy you’ve got and see how sticky you are.”
“You…I…” Sir brought everything to a halt as he released the button on my pants. He’d done it so many times in my dreams that it didn’t seem real. But he was real because he made me squirm better than Dream Sir ever had. “You let me get sticky.”
“Yes.” He kissed my cheek like he thought I was cute. “How did you get sticky?”
How did such an easy question make me feel such big things?
“You…” He was taking off my pants. That was. He was. “I got to hump your leg.”
Saying that made the world start to spin, and it was a crazy, wonderful feeling that had me clinging to him. “You’re getting me naked because I’m a slut.”
Wow.
I never got to say that.
I was going to tell him that but he made a tsking sound and chuckled as he saw my underwear. “Look at those sticky undies.”
Undies.
“It’s okay, though.” Sir peeled them down slowly, chuckling and shaking his head. “Oh, you’ve got a cute toy, slut. We definitely need to show this off more.”
Hot.
Cold.
Hot.
Cold.
The sensations flashed through me as I watched him kiss the tip of my dick. “It’s adorable, slut. But this sticky toy doesn’t need any more attention right now.”
Wow.
Sir rose slowly, still looking happy as he kissed my cheek. “You’re adorable, slut. I knew you’d have a cute toy. But now you get to worship a real cock, don’t you?”
Hot.
Cold.
Hot.
Cold.
“I…yes…it’s my reward.” That didn’t help the hot and cold but Sir helped me step out of my clothes. “I get…I get to worship you.”
His cock.
I hadn’t looked but I knew it was big.
“You get to look now, don’t you?” Sir chuckled again as he took my hand. “Come here, slut. You’re going to get to look and give my cock all the attention you want.”
“Because…because it’s my reward for being boring.” I’d done it. I’d been boring and put one foot in front of the other. I’d nodded. I’d looked boring and not like Sir’s slut.
“That’s right.” Sir stroked my cheek as he led me deeper into the apartment. “I get to decide who knows about my slut, and I decided you were going to be boring when we came in.”
“You…you decide.” He made the decision for his slut. “That’s…that’s right.”
“I’m in charge and the only thing I let you decide right now is your reward.” His cock. That was my reward. “You wanted to worship a real dick, so I’m going to let you kiss mine and nuzzle it and show me what a sweet slut I’ve got.”