Sam snorted, blew her nose again, and fixed me with a look. "Don't think I didn't notice when Naimh did it earlier while you were blindfolded."

I blinked. "She did?"

Sam shrugged.

“She told Mari she'd done it to you last night.”

I frowned and sighed.

“Please tell me this isn't still about you trying to buy my favoritism."

Sam rolled her eyes.

“I'm not trying to buy your favoritism. I'm just... competitive."

I mused on that. "Fair enough."

She smirked at me.

“And I'm not stopping at doing that just once. Come here. I want you to fuck my face a little.”

I blinked. "Um, what?"

“You know: Grab my head and thrust in and out of my throat a bit. Make me choke until my makeup starts to run."

“Um, WHAT?"

“Zofi, translate."

From right behind my ear, Zofi explained, “She's always in charge but she gets off on you forcing her a little bit. Sometimes when it's just the two of us, she likes for me to tie her up and order her to eat my pussy. Maybe spank her with a riding crop. That sort of thing."

I blinked several times, my jaw dropping open.

“C'mon, Matty. Fuck my fucking face," Sam urged.

Zofi slapped my ass. "Go get ‘er."

We started with me fucking Sam's face the way she wanted. She made little “glug, glug" noises when I did that, and I had to admit it was a bit of a power trip to see the normally in-charge and dominant de facto leader of the BTC with tears and streaked makeup while my cockhead entered her throat over and again. Plus, it reminded me of the night she took my cherry, and that was certainly a very fond memory (well, apart from the whole sobbing girl part).

She did keep choking every now and again and we had to stop a few times. On the other hand, once or twice she had me hold her head and pin her down with her lips around the base of my cock, a full deep-throat, and when she pulled back she had such a HUGE smile on her face that I couldn't help but smile with her.

“Can you tell I've been practicing?" she beamed, her grin an odd juxtaposition with the tear-streaked makeup running down her cheeks.

I arched my eyebrow and asked, “Practicing with what?"

Sam smirked, shared a glance with Zofi, and said, "Maybe you should come over to my house and I'LL show you some of my toys. How ELSE do you think I've been satisfying myself for the past few years?"

As fun as it was to fuck her face, the frequent stops and my general concern for her well-being kept me from cumming. Sam decided she wanted to move on and grabbed some tissues to clean up her face.