The Presidential Suite, Ritz Carlton. He waits patiently as i timidly enter the room. His limited state of undress immediately informs me of my submissive role, inferior status, and sole purpose for being here. The act itself will be as sterile and clean as His freshly starched shirt and freshly shaved balls. It will go slowly, ritualistically. It will be neither rough nor fast and will test my instinct to rush the climax, to force the ejaculation.
It is understood even before i take His veined cock into my warm, wet mouth that i will swallow every drop, leaving it as clean and dry as when we began. i will use my lips and tongue to softly stimulate and pleasure His turgid member. Only when He eventually grabs the back of my head to control the rhythm and force of His strokes will the focus shift from pleasure to release. The orgasm will be surprisingly strong, immediately filling my throat and mouth. The smell and taste of it will overwhelm my senses. He will command me to look at Him as He watches me swallow. i’ve tried hard to please Him but i won’t know until He returns whether i’ll get another chance.