I Am Forever His Obedient BJ Girl

I Am Forever His Obedient Blowjob Girl

When the bell rings I drop to my knees.   I am behind him, waiting for his work to be done, and now I know he will be finished soon. I am in my normal housewife attire, which are the panties that he has chosen for me that day, and the apron that protects my body while I make our dinner. I remove them both and place them aside where he can see, and put on the short skirt that leaves the bottom inch of my ass and cunt exposed. It is what he wants. He is a pervert who enjoys seeing me like this, and I never question the lustful desires of a proper deviant.

When he turns to me I focus my gaze on his crotch, seeking the outline of the bulge in his pressed pants.   I never seek attention from his eyes or his face until he tells me to look up, as he desires.   I begin to salivate, hungry for his cock, fixated on his manhood.   He walks over to me, lingering above me, likely stressed and exhausted from his hard day of work, his work that provides for both of us the house we live in and the food we eat.   He deserves to be worshiped by a compliant and obedient blowjob girl, to have his needs taken care of as he desires, as he demands.   I am honored to be that girl.

Every day is slightly different.   Today he tells me that I must undo his belt and unzip the fly.   Since his hands are free he uses them to slap my face, one time on each cheek.   He is testing me, seeing if I will flinch, seeing if I will remove my eyes from his groin.  

When I easily pass this first test, he calls me a good girl and hits me harder, and then harder again, and then even harder until I have no choice but to wince.   And then he hits me again, even harder, and it hurts.   I pull back and gasp, but I never once remove my eyes from his jeans.   And at that point he stops; he has reached my limit for now, and we will both work to push them out even further.

When I regain myself I recover my position, obediently kneeling with my hands crossed on my lap.   He takes over now, dropping his pants to the floor and pushing his hips forward, grabbing the back of my head and pulling it towards him, until I feel the flesh of his cock through his boxers, rubbing on my face.   As he desires, any time his cock touches my body I must say thank you, even if I feel it through his clothes, even if we are in public.   As we are alone I say it over and over again, continuing to thank him unless he stops touching me or tells me to stop.

And today it continues for some time.   He rubs my face with his cock, moving his hips to push his manhood over my cheeks and my forehead and my mouth, not using his hands, the soft feel of his boxers all that separates my face from his member.   As I thank him I feel him getting harder, his shaft steadily engorging, the feel of it making my mouth turn up in a smile, a smile I could never repress and that he loves.   He angles his movements until the shaft moves to the side, and then he uses my nose to push it up, straight up, making me giggle and I say thank you yet again.   Slowly he rubs further, moving back and forth until the tip of his cock pushes through the hole in the front, the first warm and wet drop of precum oozing out onto my eyebrow.

At this point I start to long for it, my pleading getting more desperate.   He grinds my face further, his cock still inching out, real flesh rubbing against me, his full hard cock now overwhelming my face.   I have a thousand fetishes, and one is the feel of precum oozing onto me, the feel of a cock dominating me, wet and rubbing all over my cheeks, my chin, my nose, my lips.   He knows I'm going mad, and today he makes me beg more than usual.   I switch from my "thank yous" to my "please Sirs", and I start to beg loudly, "please Sir, please let me suck your cock".   But he tells me to speak softly, and quickly, wanting me more meek, more submissive, and so I start begging at barely more than a whisper, "Please let me suck your cock, Sir, I need it. Sir, I need to suck cock, please give me your hard cock, use my mouth, use my face, use my tongue, use my throat, use me.   I'm your blowjob girl, please feed me cock, please use me, please abuse me."

He tells me to keep begging and to pull down his boxers.   I whip them down, maybe too fast as it pops out quickly, bouncing up and slapping my already sore face.   But I am desperate, desperate to please the man that I love, and I beg even more quickly, even more meekly, "Please Sir, please Sir, please Sir, I want to devour your cock, let me prove I'm your devoted whore."

And I can feel that he is ready, ready to use my mouth as he pleases.   He grabs the hair on the back of my head and takes control of me, moving me back and forth almost aimlessly, making sure I am not resisting, forcing my head and my neck to be truly compliant.   He enjoys this, making me move like a dumb doll, knowing my head will go anywhere he directs.   And he pushes me down, lower than his cock, where I am an inch above his taint, feeling his balls on my nose.   He tells me to stop begging and to start licking, and of course I quickly comply.   I am rewarded by my first moans, and I hear more as he moves me up and down, licking every inch of his taint, his hand in control of my head, and I eagerly lapping with my tongue.

He pulls me up to his balls and I gently caress them.   I have spent so many hours on my knees with his balls in my mouth.   I know exactly what he likes, and I pull each one gently into my mouth, massaging them with my lips and my tongue before moving to the other.   I bat each one with the tip of my tongue and I feel his body switch and stiffen as his nerves send pleasure to his brain.   I feel his hard shaft on my forehead and long for it.

And soon I have it.   The suddenness still can shock me, and it does today, as he pulls my hair and forces my mouth to his cock head.   He's done with playing, and he wants my throat.   I am well trained, and every day I say - "Let me be your gag-whore, Sir" - before he rams me down deep on his shaft.   He used to be more gentle, easing me into a deep-throat, but he no longer has to wait.   He has trained me to prepare my throat to be violated, and my mouth truly is his cunt.

And so my face is properly fucked.   He begins to work fast, rubbing each side of his cock on the walls of my mouth as he thrusts in, pleasuring and engorging every tiny part of his cock, forcing me to take the full measure of his manhood.   It's like he wants to make it as hard as he possibly can, to hammer my throat with maximum thrust,  to force me to become the best mouth-whore that I can be.   When he pauses with his shaft fully in my mouth, I dutifully force out my tongue to lick his balls.   He spits on my face and I beg for more cock.   He wants to feel my voice mumble on him while my mouth is full, the words I can barely form vibrating on his shaft, and he closes his eyes in pleasure.

I take it as long as I can before pressing on his thighs, our signal for him to pull out.   I cough and let some drool out before opening wide, inviting him to invade my mouth again.   But he has trained me well, and my mouth has become such a good cunt that soon I don't have to stop him at all.   My head relaxes into true compliance.   Sometimes he switches speeds, faster or slower or whatever his cock needs, but today he thrusts at a constant speed,  pulverizing my throat,  a jackhammer punishing my mouth until it feels like my throat serves no other purpose but to please him.   I can feel my brain being face-fucked out of my body, becoming as passive as my head, the sound and feel and taste of the thrusts of his cock enveloping all of my senses, truly making me a cock-dumb gag-whore.   I have no idea how long he thrusts into me, with time becoming something else that doesn't belong to me, something that belongs only to him, and I enter a dream-like state of peace and repose.   There is a calming feeling, an almost spiritual emptiness that I can get through no other sensation.   Service and focus and relief and release and love, true love, the love of my life, the man that I worship, the cock that I adore.

When he grabs my head with both hands I know he is almost finished.   Sometimes he fucks me until he is done, and I feel his cum deep, like he is depositing it directly into my stomach.   But today he pulls out and slaps it against my face, and I know to take him into my hands.   I take a fast, deep breath, knowing my throat can relax, but also knowing I am not done.   I stroke him with both hands, jerking quickly,  licking where I can, cleaning his balls and his shaft with my tongue, keeping him wet and hard and full of sensation.   He has taught me to not only plead for cum with my words, but with my entire body, my mouth excited, my eyes hungry, my tongue forced out, my forehead catching his spit, my face and my tits presented and eager for his cum.

His face is focused and desperate and determined.   When he cums he lets out a loud moan, and I know to shut the fuck up and let him focus on his orgasm.   I have done my duty again, and I am proud.   When he opens his eyes he looks down at me and sees me still obedient, still doing as I have been taught.   I look up at him, with one eye closed and sealed with cum, the other looking at him with joy, the joy matched by the huge smile on my face.   I have served him again, I have had my limits pushed and come out stronger, I have given this worthy man another mind-shattering orgasm, I have once again proven my worth.   I am cute with my hands folded on my lap, I am hot with my exhausted body and tangled hair, I am beautiful with cum all over my face.

And today, like every day, he makes me wait as he retrieves his camera to take my picture.   He takes one as I was, and then more as I wipe the cum from my eye and take it onto my tongue.   I let the line of cum drip off my finger, and then show it to him before swallowing it down, with a playful smile he taught me how to wear.   He records every action.   The pictures have become important to both of us.   Every emotion is in there: exultant and exhausted, proud and broken, beaming and crying, complete and destroyed,  humiliated and alive.   There is always drool and spit covering my body, with cum on my face, in my mouth, in my hair, on my tits, on my ass, anywhere he desires.   And I am hot, I am desirable, I am fuckable.   The most beautiful girls in the world are naked online, able to be viewed everyday by anyone, and still he wants my picture to turn him on when I'm not there.

When I view these pictures, I know I am owned by him.   I truly am a blowjob whore, someone who needs to suck cock for the man that I love.   I want to be loved and appreciated, to have a man who does not want to let me go because no one can fulfill him as well as I do.   I don't want to suck his cock, I need to suck it; when he is using my mouth for his pleasure I know he is satisfied with me, and that our relationship is well-grounded.   I obey his orders because I want to, because it is what brings me the most pleasure.   He tells me to not wipe off any more, and I spend the rest of the night with his load drying on my face.   My work is not done, and I will do it naked and wearing his cum.

Later in the night he will take care of me; he is not a selfish lover.   When my work is done - when his cock is sucked and the dishes are clean and the house is in order - he will take my naked body and pleasure it as he pleases, using his tongue or a toy or, if enough time has passed, his beautiful and perfect cock.   He will use his mind and his creativity to focus on me, to learn more of what turns me on, to make me more of a slut that needs his touch.   He is still in control, but his attention is on me; his desire is to protect me and keep me and pleasure me.   And because of that, because of the love and care he shows me every day, because of the joy he takes from my service and my dedication, I am forever his obedient blowjob girl, any time and any way that he pleases.