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Master loans his best slave to a visiting friend
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MASTER LOANS HIS BEST SLAVE TO A VISITING FRIEND
I was still fully dressed ....... but Sir had just finished
removing his last few articles of clothing, tossing the items here and
there. Watching him in the large mirror before me, I wondered what he
had in mind and, even though my back was to him, he stared into my eyes
in such a way that I felt a momentary chill course up my spine.
Master had informed me that he was loaning me to a friend for the
evening and he instructed me regarding what I should wear. He told me
to make him proud of me by being a good slave ...... that this would be
my first taste of domination without the use of restraints.
I intended to obey his wishes to the letter. I was wearing a plain
white satin blouse over my bare breasts, the slinky material betraying
my excitement. I wore a long, blue pleated skirt of the same satin
material as my blouse and the length of it made me feel somewhat overly
modest since it reached nearly to the floor. Looking down in the mirror
I could just see the tips of my black patent leather heels peeking out,
the four-inch spikes lifting me nearly to Sir's height. I wore white
satin panties underneath the skirt just as he wanted, and the long,
dangling earrings completed my attire.
Just over my shoulder, I could see Sir standing there a few feet
behind me and although I could not see his entire body, the movement of
his right arm indicated that he was stroking his cock. I wanted very
badly to be able to see what he was doing but he had made it plain that
I was not to move ...... I was to remain standing in front of the
mirror with my arms hanging at my sides.
After a few minutes he turned and walked to the spot where he had
tossed his pants and for an instant his position was such that I caught
a glimpse of his rigid manhood jutting obscenely from the dark curly
thatch of his groin. I gasped involuntarily and hoped that he hadn't
heard, but I was shocked and amazed at the same time when the incredible
size of his cock registered in my brain. Master had not given me any
clue as to what his friend was like ....... or what he liked, but Sir's
manhood seemed to dwarf that of Master ...... not so much in thickness
as in length! It appeared to be half again as long, making it what
..... nearly twelve inches?
I watched him bend over to pick up his pants, his back to me then.
He reached into a pocket and took out a small pair of scissors, dropping
the pants once again and turning toward me. His eyes quickly
re-established contact with my own as he walked slowly toward me and I
hoped that my expression didn't show my growing anxiety. In my
peripheral vision I could see his cock swinging gently from side to side
but since it pointed generally up toward me the impression of length was
not as striking.
As he drew closer I could see less and less of his body until
finally he stood very close behind me and I could see only his face and
the top of his right shoulder. I could feel his warmth even through my
blouse. Our eyes were still locked and I had to concentrate very
diligently to keep from averting mine. I could feel just the slightest
touch in the small of my back and I didn't need more than one guess to
figure what it was that was touching me there.
"See anything you like, baby", he asked, just a hint of a smirk or
a smile in his expression.
"Yes, sir", I answered, confident that I had managed not to let my
voice tremble.
"We'll see .....", he said then, and he actually did smile just a
little.
When his face finally disappeared down behind me I closed my eyes
and let out a long but controlled breath. Although I couldn't see him,
I could feel him lifting the back of my long skirt. The cool air felt
soothing on my legs but caused me to shiver just a little, probably more
from nervousness than chill. He bunched the material up and pressed it
against my lower back, instructing me to hold it. I reached back with
both hands and accepted the balled up skirt. The front hem still nearly
covered my feet and I found it interesting that the pleating in the
skirt would allow the rear to be lifted so high without effecting the
front.
I felt his fingers fumbling between my thighs and when he told me
to "spread 'em a little" I obediently did so, moving my feet apart. His
fingers pressed up into the crack between my buttocks and pinched a
small bit of the satin, pulling it outward. I felt the waist band pull
down just a little as he apparently poked the point of the scissors
through the material and could hear the telltale snipping. I welcomed
the cool air when he began cutting. He cut a slit in the crotch and, at
one point, I felt the cold steel touch my hot skin down there. I think
I jumped a little before my mind reflected that the earlier glimpse I
had caught of the scissors showed them to have rounded points.
He was finished in only a few seconds and he reached up to the
waistband to pull them back up snugly between my cheeks. I felt his
finger then as he checked the slit, locating my anus and then tracing a
line forward to slip into the moist valley between my lips. It felt
nice ...... and I needed all of my willpower to keep from pushing down
onto his warm finger.
While he was down there behind me I had been staring into my own
eyes in the mirror, my mind closely following his every move and
wondering what course his desires would eventually take..........
I heard the scrape of the scissors on the floor as he picked them
up and walked slowly back to his pants, again treated to a teasing
glimpse of his still rigid cock as he turned to the side. I watched him
return the scissors to the pocket and retrieve yet something else from
another. I couldn't tell what it was until he returned to me, smiling
at my reflection over my shoulder.
"We may need this in a little while", he said. "I'll just hang it
right here....."
I tried not to appear overly curious but I know my eyes were moving
fast as he lifted his arms and passed the loop of soft cotton rope over
my head. The fleeting instant that it came into view and then
disappeared again behind me was all that was necessary. I recognized it
as a large tube of K-Y jelly suspended from the bottom of the loop
....... the markings were unmistakable and I began to form an image in
my mind of what was probably in store for me.
A strange but familiar combination of emotions gripped me as I
returned his stare as impassively as possible. I was excited by the
promise of having him inside of me, but at the same time I was terribly
conscious of Master's expectations. I was to make him proud of me
...... something I wanted more than anything ....... but I was to submit
without benefit of artificial restraints. I was afraid that maybe he
was expecting more than I could manage this time.
The weight of my "necklace" was very slight but I could feel it
hanging there, bumping lightly against my back as Sir adjusted the rope.
I was still holding my skirt up for him, my fingers clenched tightly
into the wad of material behind me.
"You can drop your skirt now", he said, smiling, and I did so
...... letting it drop and returning my hands to my sides.
He smiled his half smile again and turned once again to make yet
another trip to his pants. Again I tried not to be obvious as I
anticipated the moment when his wonderful cock would come into view
...... I knew he could not see me with his back turned but I felt that
I needed to control my discipline completely ...... so Master would be
proud.
Sir returned with the scissors and stood close behind me as before.
I felt his hand press against my buttocks, his fingers tucking the
material between them and coming to rest firmly on my anus. Again the
familiar pinch as he pulled the blue satin free ...... and I heard the
unmistakable sound of the scissors as he made several snips downward.
This time instead of dropping them at his feet, he turned partway and
tossed the scissors to land with a soft plop on his pants.
His hand was very gentle as he reached slowly into the slit and
cupped his fingers under my cunt. My legs were still parted as he had
instructed me earlier and again I had to fight to prevent my hips from
moving down against his touch. His finger slid smoothly into the cut in
my panties and nestled up between my lips ....... he made no effort to
enter me, instead pressing the length of it upward to bear firmly across
the entrance to my vagina. I don't know for sure, but I had the
impression that his other hand was busy elsewhere as he stared and
smiled into my eyes.
"You're wet for me, aren't you", he asked, moving another finger up
to lie snugly beside the first.
"Yes, sir", I responded automatically, a little surprised at the
steadiness in my voice ...... something I simply was not feeling.
His fingers slid away slowly, his hand pulling my skirt back just a
little as he withdrew it. As he brought his wet hand around in front of
my face he casually slipped his long cock through the slit in my skirt.
He flexed it upward to glide along against my cunt as he moved his hips
forward. His other hand rested on my belly just below the waistband of
my skirt for leverage, forcing my buttocks tightly against his groin. I
allowed him to move me as he wished and watched his eyes as he brought
his wet fingers to my mouth. I opened for him and tasted my growing
excitement as he held them there for me to suck on.
"Close your legs, baby", he said into my ear. "Hug it real
tight......"
I shifted my feet to obey him, closing my thighs and clenching them
tightly together. He felt very thick and hard and I wanted to hold him
there. He slowly drew his fingers from my mouth and his hand joined the
other at the front of my belly, drawing me tighter back against him and
straining his mound into my buttocks. His hips began to move
ever-so-slightly, the still dry skin of my thighs holding his cock in
place. I could feel the hardness under his skin moving inside the soft
sheathe as he moved backward and forward slowly. Our eyes were still
locked and I could feel my wetness begin to coat the upper side of his
shaft as little-by-little my thighs relinquished their grip on him.
"Look down at yourself", he said.
I looked down as he instructed, focusing on the front of my skirt
where it stood out from my body. The slinky satin material quivered
from the movement of his cock and I felt my thighs loose their grip
completely, now only caressing him wetly as he stroked to and fro
between them. The bulge at the front of my skirt appeared and
disappeared in unison with his movement and the sight of it served only
to excite me further. If I had been at liberty to act on my own I would
have used my hands to hold it gently through my skirt, forming a sort of
tunnel for him to move in and out of. I was very wet ..... and I wanted
so badly to angle my hips downward just a little so his cock could rub
along my clit ...... but I resisted the temptation. Master would be
proud!
"You want it, don't you baby", he said, maintaining his smooth
motion.
"Yes, sir", I answered, some of the self control suddenly missing
from my voice.
"You want it in your body....... You want all of it......."
"Yes, sir."
"......and do you want it in your hot little pussy", he asked, his
hands pressing me tightly now against my belly as his hips continued to
pivot, "or do you want it up your tight, steaming ass?"
I instinctively knew what he wanted me to say, else he wouldn't
have offered it as a choice ..... and a part of me wanted to say it.
Even though I was afraid, I thought of my Master and I looked slowly
back up into his eyes in the mirror.
"I want you in my ass, sir", I said as steadily as I could ......
and I felt a certain calmness having said it aloud.
"Say it all, baby", he said. "Tell me how you want it. Make me
believe it!"
"Oh yessssss", I groaned, staring into his eyes. "I want your long
thick manhood up my ass! YESSSSSSS! I want you to fuck me in the ass!"
I realized I was shouting much louder than I had intended to and it
suddenly occurred to me that I did indeed want him there...... I was
very excited and I could feel my wetness running down the inside of my
right thigh as Sir continued to stroke slowly.
"That's what I like", he said with a smile. "I like a woman who'll
speak her mind and let a guy know what she really wants from him......."
He laughed and pulled himself free of my wet thighs, slowing to a
stop as the head passed over my inner lips. Again, I had to fight with
myself to keep from pushing down onto him. I understood completely that
my job was not to act on my own initiative but rather to submit only to
the desires of my Master ..... nothing more and nothing less! At the
moment, the desires of my Master happened to be the desires of this thin
man.....
"Open up again, babe", he said coarsely. "Let's get this show on
the road!"
I shifted some of my weight onto my left foot so I could open my
thighs for him and was startled by the speed of his attack! Before I
had even planted my feet comfortably he had hunched down behind me far
enough to direct his aim upward, thrusting up into my wet but unprepared
cunt...... not very far, thank God, only a few inches, but enough to
make me groan loudly. I hoped that maybe the sound of my spiked heels
scraping on the floor had covered it, but my untimely error did not go
un-noticed....
"If there's any groaning to be done", he said, "I'll be the one
doing it."
He moved deeper then, straightening his legs slowly and driving up
into me. His hands were moving too, sliding upward across my stomach
and coming to rest on my breasts. I watched his fingers in the mirror
as they seemed to move in slow motion. He made an obvious show with
both hands, clamping my nipples between his thumbs and fingers.
"Is that clear", he asked, suddenly squeezing very tight with his
fingers and twisting my nipples roughly.
"Yes, sir", I answered, his invading cock forgotten for the moment.
All I could think of was the burning pain in my nipples as I fought to
control myself ..... please, Master give me strength.....
Sir slowly released his iron grip on my throbbing nipples but kept
his hands on my breasts, squeezing them ever so gently and forming them
into sharply pointed cones that strained against my blouse. He had also
resumed his other activity and I concentrated on keeping my eyes on his
in the mirror while my mind followed the path of his cock.
"I knew you understood that, baby", he said softly next to my ear.
"Your Master spoke highly of you."
I felt so grateful for those words that I could have cried then if
it hadn't been for the fact that the head of his cock had come to press
rudely against my cervix. I needed all of my control then as I tried to
relax inside, preparing myself for the uncomfortable and sometimes
painful sensation that comes when your womb is pushed up into an area
where it doesn't belong...... Master had once punished me in that way.
His cock is an inch or two longer than I can comfortably manage and he
had given me the most brutal fucking I've ever experience, slamming his
rigidness into me for what seemed an eternity. The bruises I suffered
inside from that session caused me pain for several days afterward.
There had been other times though when he was more tender and loving,
entering me fully ..... but slowly enough for me to cope. I find that
gentle pushing against my cervix is very nice and sensual when done in a
loving way.
But that was Master, and this was Sir....... and I had no delusions
of being able to accommodate him if he were to turn violent. My mind
was a flurry of thoughts and I felt on the verge of panic when his voice
brought me back.
"You'll have to start breathing again, babe", he was saying.
"We're a long way from being done and I don't want you passing out on
me."
While he spoke I could feel him drawing out slowly and I realized
that I HAD been holding my breath.
"Yes, sir", I said.
He was moving in and out slowly then and it felt so heavenly that I
wanted him to keep doing that for ever ..... and judging from his
position behind me it was obvious he was only using part of his
"capabilities". I was incredibly wet by then and I could actually hear
the squishing sound his cock made as it moved in and out of me. I
wanted so badly to press my fingers against the front of my skirt .....
just for a few moments ...... my clit was throbbing and I knew I could
cum so easily.
"You're very wet", he said softly. "Maybe I won't need any help
from the K-Y after all."
That was when he drew himself completely free of my cunt ..... I
could feel his knees alongside of my own as he crouched low behind me
and eased the slippery head back just a little. He had moved his hands
to my hips, holding me in place and I could see only his eyes above my
shoulder as he began pushing upward gently. He moved in small nudges,
gently but firmly "knocking at my door" and I tried to get my mind in
tune with what he was trying to accomplish.
I'm not a new-comer to back-door sex. Master had trained me well
..... and I knew what I had to do ..... if only Sir would be patient
enough. He seemed to be, the gentle urging of his cock head adding to
my pleasure and further heightening my anticipation. I had been taught
that the most comfortable way to allow my partner entry was actually to
bear down as if straining with a bowel movement, thus loosening the
sphincter muscle.
That was what I did with Sir, and was almost immediately rewarded
by the sudden but painless feeling of being stretched open as he slipped
into me ..... not real deep but just enough for a start. He was
gracious enough to pause right there for a few moments, moments I needed
to help me control my composure. I looked at my reflection and was
pleased to see a picture of passive calm, my arms still hanging limp at
my sides. The only clue that something was amiss was the pink glow of
my cheeks ..... no one would have suspected that I had a stranger's cock
up my ass and the sheer novelty ank kinkiness of the situation added to
my inner excitement.
Sir began moving up and down very slowly, not actually moving in or
out of me but rather just moving the tight band of my anus in and out
slightly where I gripped him. I could feel his head just inside moving
up and down a little and I was surprised to find myself impatient for
more ..... Sir was making sounds behind me, quiet sounds in his throat
that spoke of his enjoyment of the moment and I think I loved him right
then for being so gentle and patient when he didn't really need to be.
It was becoming difficult for me to stand motionless while Sir
teased me and I took a chance on doing something positive. I squeezed
together with my cheeks just a little and felt them press against the
sides of his cock ..... and discovered that he was dry already. All of
my precious juices had evaporated from his once slick shaft. He felt it
too, I'm sure, because he pulled himself free of my ass and stood up
straight. Taking a half step back, he disengaged himself from the slit
in my skirt and then moved up close again, squeezing my breasts and
stroking his long cock up and down against my lower back where it was
sandwiched between us.
"You've got a great ass, slave", he said, forming my breasts into
sharply pointed cones again with his hands.
"Thank you, sir", I offered, not really sure if a response was
warranted or not. I half expected him to try twisting my nipples off
again but he was aparently not offended.
"I spent too much time playing around though....."
Releasing my breasts, he reached for the rope around my neck and
lifted it up and over my head. He stood back a little and I could tell
he was probably unscrewing the cap, his eyes pointed down behind me.
From the was his shoulder moved then it looked like he was stroking
himself ..... and he smiled up at me over my shoulder.
"......so I'll just slick everything up real good and get back to
work ..... sound OK to you, babe?"
I couldn't believe I'd heard something that sounded so much like he
was asking if it was all right with me! I ventured a timid "Yes, sir"
and saw him smile again.
His hand moved down along the valley between my buttocks, or at
least I thought it was his hand until I felt the cool metallic touch
through the slit. He used a finger to locate the right spot and then
pushed the end of the tube into me ..... not the whole end of the tube,
but just the threaded end, and it felt rough. When he squeezed, I felt
a sudden chill as the jelly was forced into my rectum. He must have
emptied the whole tube up into me because I felt him fumbling with it
and it seemed as though he was flattening it with his fingers.
He pulled the empty tube back out of my skirt and I watched him
toss it and the rope over in the vicinity of his pants. I felt full
..... the sensation of having a cool mass of something in my ass brought
on an almost overpowering urge to force it back out ..... even though I
knew it would be a mistake.
Sir didn't give me long to ponder though because I watched him spit
into his hand and I could tell he was stroking himself again ..... and
when he crouched down behind me I closed my eyes and waited expectantly
for him. The combination of K-Y and saliva created a very slippery
condition and, having been loosened somewhat only a minute or two
earlier I didn't need any special skill to help him enter me. I felt
him search for a moment and let my breath out slowly as he penetrated me
deeply. With one long and smooth motion he arched his hips upward
against my bottom and I followed his cock with my mind as he filled me
literally to over-flowing.
The jelly that wasn't pushed along in front squished out around the
edges of my quivering anus and I raised up involuntarily on my toes as I
felt some of it ooze down along the backs of my thighs. I realized
belatedly that I was whimpering quietly, not from any sense of pain but
more from a feeling of panic ..... I was afraid I would be hurt .....
I had taken the full length of Master up into my ass many times but had
always believed he had reached the very limit that I could safely
accommodate ..... and I had no doubt that I was soon to be taken well
beyond that limit!
I felt his hands on my chest, his fingers squeezing tightly .....
and my eyes snapped open to see him staring at me over my shoulder. He
seemed to be standing completely upright then, his rigid cock feeling
like a spear, and I knew that if I settled down onto my heels "like a
good slave" I wouldn't be able to bear the pain ..... that something
inside of me would tear .....
"You can do it, baby", he was saying. "Pretend like you're taking
a shit."
A small part of my mind rebelled at hearing such coarse language
..... until I reflected on what I was doing ..... what was being done to
me ..... and somehow the words didn't seem so offensive. I tried to
concentrate on his instructions and made a feeble attempt at bearing
down, even though I knew I'd fail. But I felt something moving as my
muscles tried to squeeze him out ..... and he slid up into me deeper
yet! He was straightening my twisted intestines and the rhythm of my
muscles trying to dislodge him were actually aiding him in penetrating
even deeper .....
It seemed then for a while as if I were somewhere else ..... I
don't know where, just some dreamy place where I floated back and forth
between the realms of pleasure and pain. My entire being would be
concentrated on a wondrous feeling of fulfillment, almost better than an
orgasm ..... knowing only that I was filled to capacity with a living
being that wanted to touch my burning core. But then I would feel that
idea slipping from my grasp, only to be replaced by one of incredible
suffering .... a terrible pain deep inside of me that threatened my very
sanity! Somewhere in my semi-conscious thoughts though, I realized that
Sir was slowly impaling me with his inhumanly rigid maleness .....
deeper than I'd ever dreamed possible ..... and I was afraid for my own
well-being.
Intermixed with those two diametrically opposed sensations was the
occasional twinge of pain in my breasts ..... a kind of pain that wasn't
always pain but sometimes bordered on pleasure. Regardless of what
color it wore, it made me want to cry out ..... in pain or in utter
ecstasy, it didn't really matter. Foremost in my mind was always the
admonition that I must make Master proud of me ..... that I could not
display anything but the passive submission that had been so lovingly
trained into my make-up.
So when it occurred to me that Sir was withdrawing from me it was
with a mixed feeling of disappointment and relief. I opened my eyes and
stared at the pale reflection of my face, not at all surprised by the
rivulets of sweat that adorned my cheeks and neck. My breath caught in
my throat as his soft crown slipped free of my unfeeling anus and the
idea that he was finished with me was just beginning to sink in when he
spoke close beside my ear .....
"You almost had it all, baby", he said, pinching my nipples with
his rough hands. I felt my skirt moving as he pulled himself free of
the slit and moved his hands to my shoulders to turn me around toward
him. "But you need to get it wetter for me ....."
"Yes, sir", I said automatically as I felt his hands pressing down
on my shoulders. I let myself be bent at the waist, the movement making
me feel very empty inside as a small amount of the jelly oozed out and
ran part way down my thigh. My eyes were glued to the glistening knob
of his cock and I was resigned to the fact that I was to use my mouth to
"get it wetter" for him. Half-heartedly I let a small amount of spit
fall from my lips to add itself to the already slick-looking coating of
the jelly. It landed squarely on the head and ran uselessly off the
side and disappearing underneath.
"Now", he admonished sternly, "you know that's not what I need,
baby ..... put your mouth on it and get it good and wet!"
I felt a hand on the back of my head, guiding me lower as I closed
my eyes and readied myself for the disgusting thing I was about to do.
The idea of having him in my mouth after having been so deeply up my ass
would ordinarily have turned my stomach. But I did it ..... I opened
widely for him and marvelled at the soft and velvety texture of his
glans. I was somewhat surprised that there was no objectionable odor,
the jelly apparently rejecting any matter that would ordinarily have
adhered to the invader. The slight salty taste was not unpleasant and I
slathered my lips and tongue wetly around the head and upper shaft,
depositing as much saliva as possible.
Sir quickly drew me back up to stand before him and I had the
uncanny sense that he was about to kiss me ...... but he did not. He
informed me quietly that he would need some assistance from me.
"We don't want to loose any of that great spit, baby ..... so when
I turn you around I want you to find the slit in your skirt with your
fingers and hold it open for me so the material doesn't rub on my cock
..... understand?"
"Yes, sir", I said, emphasizing the words with a small nod as he
smiled and turned me to face the large mirror once again.
I stared at my own face while I located the slit between two of the
pleats and, bending forward slightly, I carefully pulled the satin
aside. While checking to be sure I had all of it out of the way, I
innocently slipped a fingertip into my juicy ass ..... I was stunned at
the way it felt! There was absolutely no resistance at all ..... it
felt as if I had dipped my finger into a bowl of warm pudding.
"That's it", he said. "Bend over just a little until I get it in
..... then you can stand up straight again."
I felt the hot slippery mass rub against the back of my knuckles as
he introduced it once again into my well-greased bottom. There was only
the slightest sensation of stretching as he thrust in smoothly, quickly
working the long shaft up as far as he had been earlier. It was a good
feeling ..... a wonderful feeling of being filled, but without the pain.
The extra lubrication from my mouth had made all the difference in the
world!
As he reached around in front of me with one hand to cup my breast,
he pulled me up once again while pushing just a little with his hips. I
shuddered inside as I felt his cock move deeper ..... this time only a
twinge of pain ..... and by the time I had straightened up completely I
was greeted for the first time by the pressure of his bony mound against
my quivering buttocks! I had unconsciously lifted up onto my toes again
as a defense against the terrible pain I knew would come ..... but I was
okay!
I gently eased my weight back down onto my heels as he pressed up
into me firmly and I had the impression of hanging on a large and
obscene hook of some kind ..... his hands were on my breasts again,
kneading the soft flesh and twisting my nipples gently between his
fingers. In my mind, I could identify the exact location of his big
knob where it was lodged deep in my bowels. It was almost directly
behind my navel and I could feel him flexing it, making it harder and
more rigid .....
"Slip those shoes off now, baby", he said softly, squeezing my
breasts and urging himself a small fraction of an inch farther into me.
I did as he instructed, using the toe of one foot to push against
the other heel and soon had them both off. Back up on my toes again, I
hung there in his grasp, on his hook, not daring to loosen the grip I
had on him with my clenched buttocks .....
"Relax, baby", he said. "Loosen those buns up and take it all
..... you can do it."
His words had a way of relaxing me, making me trust him, and I did
as he instructed. I began to loosen up with my cheeks and felt myself
slipping down even farther onto him and when the sharp stab of pain came
I tried desperately to squeeze myself bach up again, to no avail! I
tried his earlier suggestion of "pretend like you're taking a shit" and
it seemed to help a little. Within a few moments I had completely
loosened my "buns" and was truely hanging there, very little weight on
my trembling toes ..... he seemed to be supporting me with his rigid
cock, his hands serving only to balance me there where they squeezed my
breasts firmly.
We just sttod there for a long time, Sir's hips moving rhythmically
and gently, treating me to the most heavenly time! His movement was
very slight, probably not more than an inch or maybe even less in and
out but it became exquisite in terms of pleasure! He helped me through
the stage where I wasn't real sure if he was hurting me or not ..... it
didn't take too long ..... and right into the realm of honest-to-God
pleasure. I was always vividly aware of the movement of his knob way up
in there ..... that's where it felt so good, I guess because it was
something I'd never experienced before, you know, real live, to-the-hilt
ass-fucking like no one else had ever done me....
Through it all though I was able to maintain my facade of boredom,
my arms hanging limply at my sides. The only thing that might have
given me away was the glimmer in my eyes. I started to wonder after
some amount of time had passed, maybe ten or fifteen minutes (no lie) of
continuous pumping if Sir was ever going to cum..... His eyes had been
closed for the longest time, his chin resting gently on my shoulder. I
heard an occasional grunt or maybe just a catch in his breathing, but
nothing obvious to let me know what he was feeling. We must have looked
really boring and, like I said before, a casual observer would never
realize that I was being screwed severely up the ass. An observer would
probably think it strange that a tall, thin, naked man was standing so
closely behind me but he wouldn't know for sure.
Finally though, the rhythm changed a little. Sir moved his hands
down along my sides to grasp my hips as he gradually lengthened the size
of his strokes.
"Bend over, baby", he said hoarsely. "Rest your hands on your
knees if you want .... uh, uh, I'm getting ready...."
I quickly did as he said and was greeted by the return of some pain
as I leaned over. It wasn't real bad though ..... and I could tell he
was getting close so I knew I could handle it for a little longer. He
got a little rougher toward the end and he was really thrusting into me
with a vengeance ..... he started grunting, real quiet at first but he
got pretty loud, and he was making my breasts bounce up and down from
the force of his strokes. When he started to shoot I thought he would
leave bruises on my hips, he was squeezing so tight, and he held my butt
against him till he was done. I could feel him jerking inside of me
and, although I tried my best to feel his cum shooting into me, I just
couldn't.
After another minute or so I began to notice that he was shrinking
..... and he started moving his hips against me, apparently trying to
salvage his disappearing erection. But it was not to be .....
"I envy your Master", he said softly, squeezing my breasts very
gently. "You are a very capable slave ..... and I will treasure the
memory of this time we have had together."
"Thank you, Sir", I said timidly. I knew I was blushing but I was
simply astounded by his praise. He was a gentleman! What I mean to say
is that if it were comprehensible for a gentleman to do to a woman what
he had just done to me and still be a gentleman, Sir was that man.....
His flaccid cock slipped from between my cheeks then and I felt
something warm and wet running down both of my inner thighs ..... it
felt nice because I knew it was his love, his hot semen that he had so
dilligently pumped into me in such a profound manner. I too will
treasure the memory......
THE END
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