Sinful Maid

Chapter 4

Mr. Castro gave me a command. I give his cock a gentle pop to get it out of my mouth, and then I turn my head back to meet his eyes. There was a gentle tug on my hair. A happy grin spread over my face as a small string of saliva with some of his pre-cum slid down my chin.

"Deeper, Max. Take it in fully, I know you can handle the whole thing."

When I looked down at the enormous length resting beneath my chin, I began to question whether or not I could.

"Sir, I'm not sure that I can..."

"No words, Max. Take it easy at first. I have faith in your abilities."

I was overcome with a variety of feelings. The fear was caused by his directness—a sense of rage at his cynical disregard for my feelings. Desire was indeed the emotion that triumphed over them all. My skills fill me with self-doubt. I was never really skilled at deepthroating. It was never one of my strengths. I suppose it was about time that I learned something new. When is the best time to train, if not right now? " Without a doubt, Mr. Castro."

My perspective shifted as I took another look at the cock that I had been sucking on so eagerly. What had been friendly and comforting in the past appeared to be an enormous obstacle. A trial to determine my capabilities. A chance to push myself beyond my current limit. After putting his penis in my mouth, and moved as far as possible. Very slowly and carefully. It hadn't even reached the midway point yet. I did the best I could to loosen my jaw and relax the muscles in my body. But this was all I could do. I was aware that Mr. Castro's hands were pressing against the back of my head once more.

"Relax, Max. I have no doubt you can do it."

To my surprise, he roughly pressed his hand into the back of my head. I certainly would have been furious if it had been any other man. However, I was unable to refuse Mr. Castro's demand. Instead, I used his persistent nature as a form of power and support for his endeavors. Something very extraordinary took place. I could feel the muscles in the base of my throat beginning to relax. I was successful in bringing myself down even further. When his cock struck the back of my throat, it was a unique and wonderful experience. I successfully slid every last bit of his penis into me, using his hands as a powerful support. It remained that way for a couple of seconds while I inhaled and exhaled through my nose. Mr. Castro's fingers ruffled my hair.

"Good boy..."

That was all the encouragement and support that I needed to keep going. I brought my mouth to the tip of his penis and then slid my lips along the shaft of his penis. I didn't even stop for a break before returning to working at total capacity. When I tried it a second time, once my mouth had had some chance to relax, it was much more manageable. In no time, I was back to my old, thrilling speed, sucking and licking with an insatiable desire. Mr. Castro's responses remained the same; they were small affirmations of pleasure but commanding. In a sense, that made me even more excited about the encounter. It made me feel used and submissive. As though he saw me as nothing more than a sex slave. If it had been any other man, I would have felt ashamed by it. But when it came to Mr. Castro, I was more than happy to serve as his fuckboy.

When he came, there was no forewarning given. Only a tighter hold on my hair and the flavor of sperm down my throat with a salty aftertaste. I didn't even feel much of a connection to it. When it happened, I was working the head with my tongue, so I quickly sucked the entire shaft down to his waist as the strands of cum hit deep within me. I did this as the tip continued to work on me. To fulfill my expectation of Mr. Castro, I gave him an orgasmic experience, which brought me nothing but happiness.

After he was finished, Mr. Castro picked me up by the chin and carried me. I was the one who was breathing more heavily than he was. Giving a smile, I spoke.

"Did I do well?"

He showed a grin.

"Oh, Max. We're not done yet. On the mattress. On your back."

I had my fingers crossed that he would say that. I obediently obeyed and laid down on the bed while he removed the belt from his pants and placed it on the floor. I rapidly forced myself to block off the reoccurring sensation of unease that surged through my body. I reminded myself to think about it. Before this moment, I was under the impression that I would soon be homeless. At this point, I was getting ready to have sex with a wealthy and gorgeous older man. What does it matter if he was being a little rough? I enjoyed his authoritative and threatening nature, demonstrated by how wild my dick was. I admired how he took charge, making it clear that my presence was solely for his gain rather than mine. The sensation was, in a sense, exhilarating to have. Empty of any emotions or feelings for him. Nothing but raw, spontaneous sex.

My hands were high above my head while Mr. Castro used his belt to bind my wrists to the bed's headboard. I moaned and squirmed seductively, echoing my desire to be fucked as he slowly took off his clothes professionally. I also voiced my desire for him to be fucked. Each button on his dress shirt was one additional second of waiting time for me. The suspense was almost too much for me to bear. In the end, he was naked, standing tall, and staring at me with a hungry glare. It was now or never.

"Do you have a boyfriend, and have you already been fucked?" Hugo asked with a lustful expression before I began shaking my head. "No, I do not have a boyfriend at the moment, although I have had boyfriends in the past."

Hugo's eyes were twirling with horniness as he lewdly warned me that I also needed more practice while he was touching my body. "Well, it appears like you also need more training then," Hugo said.

"Just what exactly do you imply? Hugo, I'm sure you've been in an affair with a man before." I attempted to answer quickly.

"Absolutely, Max. Aside from that, what exactly are you concerned about, becoming pregnant?" Hugo laughed aloud and then, in a sarcastic tone, "You are lucky that I'm not Mr. Bermudez because right now you would've been gang banned to destruction."

While I was on my back, I noticed that his stiff dick was coming toward my face. I moved my face to the side in disobedience after he forcefully grabbed hold of my hair.

Hugo was far more muscular than I was, and I quickly found that I was covered with Hugo's cock in a matter of moments. After his fingers had blocked my nose, I was eventually forced to open my mouth so that I could take his dick back up into my mouth again. Although I thought the scenario absurd, I couldn't help but get increasingly interested in the scene.

Mr. Castro started mouth-fucking me, and I liked it very well. I am thankful that his interim charge was relatively light; however, as soon as he began to increase the force of his moves, I began to suffocate again.

I was covered with goosebumps all over my body. It hurt at first, but the agony started to lessen slowly. I felt every last inch of his penis slip into me at a savoring rhythm. I enjoyed every second of it. Mr. Castro appeared to be concentrating on something. My breath was hazy and rolled slowly behind my eyes as I arched my back. It was a sensation that was entirely apart from any I had experienced with any other guy. There's nothing about how suddenly everything happened; his control over me and the size of his dick made me feel uneasy. When everything came together, I had the sensation of having released a significant amount of pent-up frustration.

Max, relax your throat, he ordered me while putting his other hand on the front of my neck.

"Oh, Max, I am well aware that this is what you have in mind. Now do what you were always meant to be, "Hugo roared as his hands violently pulled my head, and he slammed his fist into my mouth as I moaned in pain.

Hugo shocked me after some time by releasing his hold on my head and untying the knot in my wrist. After giving me the order to stand up, he re-assumed his position on the bed and then asked that I cater to his dick and balls. I thoroughly engaged in the exchange and aggressively pounced onto his crotch. Hugo initially allowed me to do what I wanted to do. Still, he began asserting his authority over the situation by seizing control of my head with his hands.