Page 31 of Ship of Fools

“Your supervisor promised you would compensate me for the sloppy job done. I feel I should teach you a lesson, but he said you would ensure I received a thorough apology. So, what have you got to say for yourself, Mitchell?”

He grips my chin, with force and pushes me away so I can see his face.He struggles not to laugh, and I let a giggle slip.

“You should tell me off for that giggle.” I suggest. “It sounded slutty.”

“Are you wanting to be a little slutty for this one?” He questions softly.

“I think I am very slutty. Inexperienced. I might need some guidance. I’ve never sucked a cock before.”

He swallows, like I have hit a little nerve ending of arousal.

“Your supervisor...” He says sternly, clearly trying to recompose himself. “...said you should perhaps compensate me with… pleasure.”

Dirty. He’s too bloody good at this, as he leads me into the living room and pushes me down on my sofa, with my trousers wide open and my dick sticking out, hard and neglected, just begging for my hand. I don’t touch it though, because I am enjoying the show in front of me, where he is dropping the coat from his shoulders with an arrogant shrug, and unfastening his own belt with steady fingers.

He drops them to the floor, stepping out of his shoes and then the jeans, with almost perfect elegance. He truly becomes someone else when he’s like this, and I can suddenly feel blood in my ears, roaring through my head as he slowly kneels over me. His nipples are erect under the t-shirt he’s still wearing, and I sneak in a cheeky stroke of his stomach. Just a feel of his skin, the hardness and the warmth.

“Slouch down a bit,” he demands, and I shuffle my arse until his cock is right in front of my face. I can smell him. I can almost taste him on my tongue. Feel him as he uses his cock to stroke my skin. Just gentle movements across my face as he speaks. “Have you ever sucked a man's cock?”

“No.” I whimper. “I would very much like to, though.”

“If you had done a better job on the car, I might have let you,” he booms, painting my lips with his slit. Slow movements that want me to just open my mouth and suck him in. I don’t though, but I cheekily move my hand to give myself a little stroke, as he slaps my arm away with almost brusque force.

I love it. My dick loves it.

“Don’t,” he warns. “You need to learn. Pay attention.”

“Yes, Sir.” I moan. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He likes that, his cock twitching in his grip. My own is straining, begging for some kind of relief. A stroke. A touch.

Not yet. Oh, god, I’m enjoying this.

His slit strokes my face, leaving a trail of warm wetness on my skin. Taps my cheek, almost like he wants to slap me. I’d let him. Because that, right now? It would be... hot.

“I’m sorry for the scratches. I was not paying attention.” I beg. “You should punish me for that. You said you would teach me a lesson.”

“I’ll teach you a lesson, but I’m going to take my time and enjoy this...” He’s all stern. Tense. Fisting my hair as he pulls my head back. “Do you think you deserve to be punished?” He asks, his grip on my hair making me wince.

“Yes...” I moan. “Yes, I think I need... punishing. Slapping. Perhaps.”

“No, baby, no,” he coos, then immediately sharpens his tone. “That would be far too lenient for the damage you caused.” Then he slaps me. Not hard, but the shock rumbles through me as he follows it up with a slow gentle stroke against my skin.“That okay?” He whispers, “Please tell me if it’s too much.”

“Oh, god, yes, do that again.” I urge, bracing myself.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“It’s not too much.” I almost beg. Well, who am I kidding? I am begging, opening my mouth, trying to get his cock inside, as he slaps the other cheek to get me away.

“Please... Please, let me suck your cock!” I beg, putting on my most desperate voice.

“Don’t be so impatient.” He roars back at me. Then his voice is calmer. “That’s enough. Now open your mouth. I’m going to let you off gently this time, so I’m going to let you suck my cock. Go gentle. No teeth.”

Ah. I know what he wants, as I suck him enthusiastically. Sloppily licking around the head, letting a drip of saliva spill from my mouth as I look up at him.

“Dirty, dirty boy. Lick up that spit.” He wipes it from my mouth and makes me lick his finger clean, before shoving his cock back in my mouth. “Suck it, and suck it good.”

I do, looking up at him again as I try to take him deeper, only to almost burst out laughing as he sucks in air and fists my hair.

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