enormous cock all over her body as he let her down to the rug was all to
the good.
In the course of getting her there, he saw her eyes flitting here and there, but every
time he saw them move he murmured, “Eyes on my cock, Rose,” and she obeyed him. The
transition, then, to taking his cock in his right hand and beginning to move its tip
all over Rose’s face was entirely natural.
“Rose,” he said, “you can get a black collar instead of that red one this moment,
if you learn quickly.” He slapped his cock against her right cheek. “It won’t be easy,
sweetheart.” Under her chin, and against the other cheek, wishing he had thought to
set up his phone on the little tripod, because David would love to see the moment
when his new concubine had to endure a big cock all over her face for the first time.
“It’s fair to say you won’t like it very much.” He lifted his cock with his right
hand, and with his left brought her face in so that he could lay her cheek against
his scrotum. “But the lesson will be valuable, even if you fail. Kiss, Rose.”
He watched her purse her mouth to obey, but she hesitated, not knowing what he meant
she was supposed to kiss.
“When your master tells you to kiss, Rose, and his balls are right in front of you,
you kiss his balls,” Leo said, and gave her a little slap on the cheek just to reinforce
the message. Still she hesitated. He gave her another little slap, and said, “Have
you kissed a man’s balls before, Rose?”
“No, Master!”
“Why is that, sweetheart?”
“I… I don’t know?”
“It really is a mystery when you consider it, isn’t it? I mean, don’t the girls in
your stories have to kiss men’s balls?” He saw the thrill of arousal go through her;
she closed her eyes. “How about the girls in the porn videos you download and then
delete and then download again? If I’m not mistaken, one of them is called LA Face-Fuckers. ” He made a show of furrowing his brow as if thinking hard. “I’m not sure, because
you download so very many, but I think you’ve watched LA Face-Fuckers at least a dozen times.” He looked down at her. “Why is it, then—just give me your
wildest guess—that Rose Hutchison, who plays with herself while watching other girls
get their faces fucked, has never kissed a man’s scrotum?”
Desperately, Rose started to kiss, and lick, Leo’s hairy scrotum. The sight was delicious,
but his pleasure wasn’t the point here. He slapped her, put his hand in her hair,
and jerked her face away from his crotch.
“Just as it is naughty to speak when you haven’t been spoken to, Rose, it is also
very naughty not to answer your master’s questions. I’ve made it easy for you, by
saying that I’ll accept your wildest guess, but I need to know now, Rose, what that
wildest guess is. I’m pleased that you now seem willing to have your face fucked like
those girls in your stories and your videos, but I have asked you a question, and
I want an answer.”
Her terrified but impassioned face, pulled back by his hand twisted into her loose
blond hair, looked up at him with wide eyes. “Because… because… no one… no one ever
m—made me?”
Leo released her head. “Open your mouth, Rose,” he growled. “Open your mouth and stick
your tongue out. I knew you were a clever girl, and now you’re going to learn just
how right your answer was.”
Her eyes grew even wider, and her mouth seemed to open of its own accord. Her little
pink tongue poked out just a little, as if it were uncertain what would befall it.
“Tongue farther out, sweetheart,” Leo said. “I’ve got an awfully big cock to lay on
it.”
She made a little whimper at those words, and stuck her tongue out farther.
“There we go,” Leo said, taking his cock in his right hand and letting it rest on
Rose Hutchison’s prim pink tongue. “Oh, very nice. Time to see if you can get that
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