By Sorbus
“Ask you politely, Sir?” I said, grinning as another spine-tingling spark shot down from my brain to my. . . smaller brain. “Please, Sir, may I suck you off? May please I take you into my mouth, may I provide you with pleasure? Sir, may I please wrap my lips around your manhood and, if I do a good enough job, would you reward me with what a real man tastes like?” I made my eyes go as wide as they could, doing my best begging-puppy impersonation as I stared up at him. Lips pursed ever so slightly, I twisted my head around as best I could so I could look up pleadingly at him.
He simply laughed, tussling my hair with one hand, and then nodded. His smirk changed into a wide grin, one of total self-assured superiority.
It took me a couple of moments to shift from sitting with my butt in the dirt to kneeling there. I had to get my legs back underneath me and then turn around so I’d be facing the right direction. I grunted when I nearly fell over, because I couldn’t use my arms to help me out!
