Chapter 7: Evening Entertainment
The soft glow of the lantern painted shifting patterns on the shoji screens as Trainer settled onto the plush futon, the remote clicking rhythmically through channels. Falcon knelt naked on the thick carpet before him, the fibers scratching faintly against her knees. Her ponytail, still slightly damp from the shower after the kitchen counter and the bedroom, brushed her shoulders. Without a word, her small hand wrapped around the base of Trainer’s hardening cock, already thick and heavy against his thigh. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty bead forming at the tip before taking him fully into her warm, wet mouth.
"Keep it quiet," Trainer murmured, his eyes fixed on a news report flickering on the screen, his thumb idly stroking her cheekbone. Falcon hummed in acknowledgment, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked, her head bobbing slowly, rhythmically. The wet sounds were soft, intimate counterpoints to the distant murmur of the TV. Trainer shifted, his hand drifting down to grip the base of her ponytail, not pulling, just holding. "Good girl," he breathed, his hips lifting slightly to push deeper against her tongue. Falcon relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, her nose pressing against the coarse hair at his base, her eyes watering slightly.
He flipped channels again, landing on a cartoon rerun. His fingers tightened suddenly in her ponytail, yanking her head forward sharply. "Ah!" Falcon choked, her eyes flying wide as the thick head slammed against the back of her throat. Trainer held her there, buried deep, ignoring her gag reflex, watching her tears well and spill over her flushed cheeks. "Swallow it," he commanded gruffly, his thumb rubbing circles on her scalp. She struggled, saliva overflowing, dripping thickly from her chin onto her bare breasts. He released the pressure fractionally, letting her pull back just enough to gasp wetly before shoving her down again, deeper this time, holding her impaled on his cock. Her muffled cries vibrated against him, tears and drool soaking her chest as he used her throat relentlessly, his gaze flicking between her desperate face and the bright colors dancing on the screen. "Take it all," he growled, thrusting shallowly now, fucking her face with short, brutal strokes, her gagging sounds music to him. He finally released her ponytail, letting her slump back, coughing, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock. "Good girl," he said, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Now clean it."