The whisper

"Come for Sir" he whispers. She lets go.  
Engulfed in the intensity she feels,  
As his cum slut and bitch: the nasty ho,
Who'll come for master, knowing, when she kneels,
That this is how it is; it always will
Be just this way between them; so, she begs
For him to fill her boots; let all her skill
At oral entertainment mean the dregs
Of his desire won't disappear like words,
She hears him whisper once; and will obey
Because she realises he's deterred
By all resistance to the interplay
They both indulge in, shuddering in spasms:
The climax whispered as the cunt orgasms...