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The apartment was dim, lit only by the city glow bleeding through the windows. Marcus stood by the bed, jeans loose on his hips, cock already half-hard. At the same time, I knelt in front of him, naked, my knees pressing into the carpet. As I looked up, my eyes wet, my lips parted, he said, “You know what I want,” his voice low. Consequently, I nodded, reaching for his zipper with trembling fingers. He let me take my time, since he knew that this was my first dominant sex encounter.

When his cock sprang free, it was thick, flushed, and fully erect. “Open your mouth,” he commanded. I obeyed instantly. My jaw widened, tongue extended flat. He gripped the base of his shaft and tapped the head against my tongue, leaving a smear of pre-cum. I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the tip, then pushed deeper. Immediately, my throat resisted, a tight ring of muscle that I fought past with a wet, strangled sound. I forced myself down until my nose pressed against my pelvis, his pubic hair tickling my nostrils. My heart was in the pit of my stomach as I waited patiently, with my first hole filled, wondering if I was pleasing Marcus.

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“Good girl,” he breathed, one hand tangling in my hair. “Now hold it.” I stayed there, throat convulsing around him, saliva already dripping from the corners of my mouth. He pulled me off by the hair, letting me gasp—but only for a moment. “Again. Deeper.”

I dove back, this time taking him so deep my throat bulged visibly. My gag reflex triggered violently.

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Marcus groaned, a dark satisfaction curling through his chest. Instead of pulling away, he watched me choke, watched the mess drip down his shaft onto my tits, and watched me wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, still obediently waiting. Because I was being the good little submissive slut that I was, Marcus had a really hard time believing that this was my first dominant sex encounter.

“Don’t stop,” he said, tightening his grip on my hair. “Suck it clean.” He thrust into my mouth in short, brutal strokes, one hand fisted in my hair, the other pressing against the back of my head. My nose bumped his pelvis with every push. I gagged with every other thrust, but I didn’t pull away.

“You’re going to take it,” he growled, speeding up. “Every fucking inch. I want to feel your throat spasm around me.” He held me down as his hips hammered forward, my throat milking him. Eventually, when he finally pulled out, I collapsed forward, coughing, spitting strings of saliva onto the floor. For this being my first dominant sex encounter, I was not sure what to think. Nevertheless, all I knew was what was dripping down the insides of my thighs and down through my toes. Indeed, I had never felt myself cum like that before.

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“On the bed. On your back. Legs open.” I scrambled up, my limbs shaky, my stomach still heaving. Afterwards, I lay back, spread my legs, my pussy swollen. Yet Marcus didn’t climb between them. Instead, he turned, presenting his ass to my face. I knew what he wanted without being told. My tongue darted out, tracing the seam of his asshole. He shivered.

“Lick it. Slow.” He pressed my face between his cheeks, lapping at his hole with long, deliberate strokes of my tongue. He moaned, reaching back to spread himself open for me.

“Fuck… yes… tongue-fuck my ass.” I obeyed, pushing my tongue past the tight ring of muscle.

“Finger me”, he ordered, voice husky. I did. My middle finger moved his rim in tight circles, then pressed against the entrance, but never pushed inside. All I could do, with sweat and liquid dripping onto my fingers, from Marcus’s asshole, was think to myself: “Is this what my first dominant sex encounter consists of?” He reached down, gripping his own shaft, stroking himself as I worked his ass with my tongue and finger. He came close to the edge, that electric pre-cum urgency building, but he held back.

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“Enough,” he breathed, pulling away. “Turn over.” I flipped, presenting my wet cunt to him. He slid into me in one savage thrust. Instantly, I cried out. “Shut up and take it.” He fucked me as he owned me. Hard, deep strokes that slammed my hips against the mattress. One hand gripped my hair, yanking my head back. The other snaked around my throat, squeezing just enough to restrict my air.

“Only whore’s lie about this being their first dominant sex encounter, and now, I’m going to cum down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every drop.” He sped up, pounding into me, his grip on my throat tightening. He pulled out, flipped me on my back, and shoved his cock down my throat before I could breathe. I gagged and swallowed, my throat convulsing around him. Eventually, Marcus pulled out, leaving me coughing and gasping.

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