Like Gods | The Americans Vol. 3

I was given another assignment to take care of Mr. Snow. I never know and cannot ask questions other than where do I go, who am I to meet, when, and am I to deliver or pick up a package. This time there was no package mentioned, so I prepared myself, dressed appropriately and went. These men of, or associated with, the Cabal want to feel and be treated like kings and gods. And my job here is to make him feel it, no matter what it takes. I know that my life depends on it. But this time it was different…

I was mesmerized by the sight of Mr. Snow when meeting him. So far, the Americans I have met have been absolutely gorgeous and this man definitely fits that description. His handsome visage, power, and inner confidence was evident from the start. I was instantly mesmerized by him. When he came closer to me, we began by kissing. I have never been kissed or groped in quite as sexually erotic a way as I was by Mr. Snow. I wanted him. No, I needed him! And I was damned well determined to do everything I could to please him. Realizing I was told and knew to only follow orders, but in this case, I took a chance and began opening his belt without permission, continuing to kiss him. He did not seem to mind.

When I got down to suck his cock, I paused to admire and honor it, holding, smelling it up and down, kissing it, worshiping the very member for which I now helplessly craved. But I knew my time for such worship was over and that Mr. Snow needed to be serviced. I also knew that I was definitely going to fully give everything I have within my body, to provide it, because I knew I already wanted to have a chance to take care of his needs again in the future. When hard, his dick is like a pillar from the coliseum in Rome, strong, wide, tall, beautiful! I sucked him, taking as much of his member in my throat as I could take.

Mr. Snow had me to bend over, rimming me, and I have never had a feeling like that. His beard and his techniques were driving me insane with lust. No one has ever rimmed me like he did, like sucking my cock, moving up, sucking my balls, licking my taint, and then back to my hole, licking, sucking and his beard tickling everything. Up and down he went, driving me crazy like a bitch in heat. It is said that European men make the best lovers, as I have quickly learned from my limited experience with the Americans. That is a lie. The ones I have had the pleasure of entertaining would put many European men to shame.

Still on my hands and knees, Mr. Snow lined up his cock and pushed in. I have never had a dick as thick as his, but with the pain came pleasure as he stretched my hole, almost splitting me open. It took him several thrusts before I opened enough to take him and he was able to fully penetrate me. Through this, he was kind, even romantic, kissing me over and over, while he fucked me, which made the pain from stretching easier to take. Whenever I looked him in the eyes, he would give me a smile and I knew then I was quickly addicted to him. I got up and sat down on his dick, riding him, bouncing on his member, taking all I could with every drop of my ass.

Soon, Mr. Snow motioned me to get on my back. Laying back on the couch, I lifted and opened my legs. He shoved back in balls deep, demanding his need and pleasure. He pumped me slowly at first then picked up speed as I jacked my own dick. He bent over, face to face with me, both of us moaning, kissing, touching, not what I was ever expecting at all. The heat built inside us. I continued jacking my cock and came while he fucked me. Then he sped up satisfying his need, pumping me faster and blew his load inside me with ropes of warm cum. I love that feeling. Smiling, he looked at me and said, “I may need you again. I will let you know.” I smiled back saying, “Yes sir”. I look forward to that and hope Mr. Snow will need me again soon.