She did as he said, holding her shiny wet finger up to him. He bent down and sniffed while stroking his c**k. He was close to coming now.
‘Do you know what it tastes like, what a man’s semen tastes like?’
‘No, sir,’ she said.
‘Ask me to taste it,’ he said.
‘Please, Master,’ she said, ‘may I taste your semen?’
It shot from him onto her face, drops landing on her nose, on her cheeks, on her lips. Some fell on her breasts. He leaned forward and smeared it over her face, then pushed his semen-flavoured fingers into her mouth. She sucked them eagerly. He wiped his c**k with his hand, then made her lick his hand clean. He wouldn’t let her touch his c**k, though it took all his self-control to keep it from her.
He zipped himself up, then sat on the sofa.
‘Come to me,’ he said.
He took her
