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An untitled story, part 2 of 2
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Warning : This text contains explicit adult material. It is intended for
the eyes of people over 18 only. It also contains subject
matter of a "kinky/bizarre" sense - bisexuality, B&D, and more.
If any of the above offends you or excludes you, please stop
now before you REALLY get offended.
[A story, part II] [1/9/92]
I slept well, dreaming of exotic lakes with brilliant sunsets and the
like, with beautiful birds flying overhead. And in the distance, barely
visible, the silhouette of the beautiful woman I had just met tonight.
However, all too soon, the vision faded, and I gradually returned to
the physical world about me. The strange thing was, that I could not see.
Now, I've been drunk before, but NEVER so well that I couldn't see the next
morning.
"Huh?" I explained prophetically as I struggled for an answer. Struggled
was a good word, as I soon found I couldn't move an inch. My arms were
stuck somewhere above my head, and my legs spread apart, cool wind from a
fan blowing on my thighs.
"Um, excuse me..." was the only thing I could get out, as I heard a light
swishing sound. "I'm glad you've woken up, finally!" I heard the voice of
the woman say. "I've been waiting for this. You see, last night was my
treat, as I told you. Although this morning you're going to pay me back.
Do you understand?"
My mind raced and my pulse pounded maddeningly. Here I was, tied and
blindfolded in the apartment (or so I assumed) of the woman of my dreams.
And SHE wanted to get paid back. I must admit, I was in no position to
argue.
"Yes," I replied.
"Yes, what?" replied the mysterious woman, in a condescending tone.
The thought flashed through my mind and out of my mouth in a single
heartbeat - "Yes, ma'am."
"Very good." she stated. "Now, you've learned rule number one. All
you need are rules two and three now. Rule two is that whatever I say
goes. Whatever I want you do, IMMEDIATELY. Rule three is that you will
not speak or make a sound unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am." My mouth was fast making a habit of speaking before I
had a chance to think.
"Now, we begin." the voluptuous voice intoned. "You were not a very
good boy, last night. You only offered to service me once! What should I
do with such a naughty boy...."
My pulse pounded. I was seriously beginning to get excited by her talk-
ing down to me! What was she going to do? I had but to sit and wait.
"I think I shall punish you. Yes. That is what I shall do. You have
been a naughty boy, and naughty boys get nice whippings."
I could scarcely breathe. The thought of ANYONE, much less this beau-
tiful female spanking me was beyond comprehension. I was almost panting,
when she began to speak again...
"But first, I think I need something from you. Would you like to eat
my pussy, little boy?"
My mind paused for a second. I did want to give her head, so where was
the problem?
"Yes, ma'am." I answered, in the meekest tone I could muster.
WHACK!
The slap across my cheek was sudden and brutal. It knocked my head to
the side on whatever it was resting on, and I gasped in suprise. This
woman had just slapped me! I could NOT believe it!
"You sounded a bit too smug, little boy. Now, would you like to eat my
pussy or not?"
I didn't think much this time. "Please, ma'am, let me eat your
pussy..." I begged.
"That's better, boy," she answered, "but not quite good enough. Remind
me to punish you extra for your poor manners to your Mistress."
Mistress? My head reeled again at the warfare she waged on myself, the
control freak. I struggled to come up with something, anything, just to
make her happy. And eating her out would be a nice bonus.
"Please, Mistress, please let your naughty boy eat your wonderful pussy."
I answered, bracing myself for the next slap. I had little idea of what
she wanted, but hoped this would be close to it.
"Well, well, well, the little boy catches on fast, doesn't he? I think
I'll let you, just to show you what you're missing" she answered, after a
pause. "Finally!" I thought.
I heard creaking on the now-recognized bed as she shifted her weight
about a bit. Next thing I know there was warmth spread all across my face
as she lowered her steaming crotch onto my mouth.
"Eat, boy" was all she said. I took the hint and dug right in, instantly
stabbing my tongue deep into her wetness. She tasted and smelled wonderful,
as I heard her gasp slightly. I smiled inwardly, and continued about my
business. After about five minutes of this she began to grind her hips into
my face with a vigor, as I felt her hair burn against my cheeks.
"Ahhhhhhh.....!" I heard her gasp, over and over, until her strong
thighs grabbed ahold of my face snugly in a split second. Her voice
trailed off into incomprehensible squeaks and moans, and a warm rush of
her juices poured out over my face. Hurriedly I devoured them, for want
of them and for fear if I did not.
She stayed on top of me for a few minutes, not moving, thighs still taut
against my head, the heat of her sex smothering me. Finally, she moved off
of me, and then I felt her climb back on top. What was going on?
"I liked that very much, little boy, but it could have been better. MUCH
better. Now, I want you to do something else for me," she said. I began to
wonder what else I could do with her sitting on top of me that I had not
done already, when I felt a hand trace the back of my neck.
A tug on my hair as sharp as the dawn breaking on a new day greeted me.
My head was jerked back and I yelped in suprise and pain. As I did so, I
was aware of the weight on top of me shifting and something being forced
into my mouth. I was shocked for a second, as it slid deeper and deeper,
until I felt it bang firmly against the back of my throat. It was a man's
cock! I gasped, trying not to gag with this seemingly huge piece of meat in
my mouth and lunging for my throat, as a man grunted and the woman spoke
once more.
"Yes, you did a nice job on my pussy. But I'll bet that you like to eat
cock and drink cum even more. Is that right, little slut?" I tried to nod,
but I was in no position to do so.
The man kept his hand on the back of my neck as he pulled his cock almost
fully out of my mouth, until only the head was left inside. He shifted his
weight slightly, and I felt both of his hands come to grasp the sides of my
head roughly. I slowly realized what was going to come next.
"You're going to get your face fucked, boy," taunted the woman, "and
swallow his wonderful cum. And for every time you gag, and every drop you
don't swallow, that'll be 5 lashes with the whip. Whimper if you understand
your Mistress, slut!"
My heart pounded at the threat of more punishment. The idea of giving
head was nothing new, but the punishment was. Strangely complacent, afraid,
and excited all at once, I whimpered the best I could.
"Good!" she exclaimed. "Now fuck him good!"
The thrusting started. I was so out of practice that I fought not to gag
with every thrust of the man's cock. Out and in his tool rode, the swollen
head alternating between banging the back of my throat and bumping my lips
as I held onto it with every ounce of suction I had. I had a feeling
neither one of them would be pleased if it slipped out.
The man's thrusts quickened. I was taking his tool fully just more than
once every second. His hands grasped my face roughly as his cock sawed in
and out of my mouth, his balls slapping consistently against my chin, his
gasps and grunts coming more and more often. I had never been this turned
on just giving head, and was quite tempted to do this part again, if I could
ever numb the back of my throat...
Suddenly, it came, literally. The man squeezed my face hard, as my mouth
shot further open than it had before. He rammed his cock fully into my
mouth, as I felt his pubic hair slam into my nose and his scrotum almost
into my very mouth. Tons of come flowed out of his cock as it struck the
back of my throat and kept going, down my very throat. I swallowed and
swallowed and swallowed for dear life, but he kept coming.
Finally, it got to be too much. I missed a swallow, gagged, and his cock
shot right out of my mouth. It shot a last two full spurts of come, one
striking my left cheek and the other pouring mostly into my open mouth. I
coughed, and another gob of sperm shot out of my mouth to who-knows-where.
The beating was quick and painful. The man backhanded me twice across
the cheeks as the woman yelled once and began flogging the soles of my feet
with some sort of whip. The breath was driven from me from the first two
hits, and nullified the pain from the first several blows to my feet until I
could recover my head. The beatings continued on my feet, the most
sensitive part of my body (almost), for a good two minutes constant. I
kicked, thrashed, cried, and shook in my bonds, until they ceased.
"That was for being disobedient, boy. You ever do that again and it will
be twice as bad. Do you understand?" the woman spoke sternly.
I paused for a second, hoping to regain my composure to answer her in a
straight tone. After a few seconds, I whined, "Yes, my Mistress..."
"Good," she said. The man climbed off of me and I was left alone for a
few minutes. I slowly stopped sobbing, followed by regaining my breath and
my mental composure.
Silence. Not a sound. Not for a good 10 minutes after I realized where
I was again. Then a rustle or two from the end of the bed.
I felt my legs loosen up, as if released from the bindings they were
bound with. "Don't move a muscle," I was told, as my legs were lifted above
my head, to be tied somewhere near where my arms where. A human U, turned
on its side is what I now was. Ass exposed for all to see.
"Now, boy, we get to look at your ass." the man spoke, for the first
time. The woman merely chuckled, as both pairs of hands began to explore my
backside. The travelled over my ass, down around my scrotum and cock, and
occaisonally someone would slip a fingertip inside my ass itself. Whenever
this happened, I would squirm and gasp a bit.
"You like that, slut?" the woman asked. "Yes, Mistress, I love the way
you fondle my anus," I replied meekly. The woman and man spoke in a low
voice for quite a few seconds, as I felt fingers entering and retreating
from my ass on and off.
"We think you've got a virgin ass. Is this true, little boy?" the man
asked. "Yes, Sir," I replied. More discussion as all hands retreated from
my body. Silence. Then rustling for a few seconds.
The weight on the bed shifted again, and I felt a body work its way
between my legs and maneuver itself over my face once again. From the
scent, I could not tell whether it was male or female. Was I going to eat
or swallow this time?
"Now." The voice was the woman's. At least I wouldn't gag to death this
time about. I felt weight shift even more until I felt heat over my mouth.
"Lick" was the only word spoken by her. I extended my tongue instantly out
of my mouth, not to find her sex, but her anus instead. As my tongue
touched tenatively and then withdrew, a hand slapped my ass quickly. "Eat!"
she yelled. I sighed inwardly, and stuck my tongue back out to her ass. I
began licking all around her tight backdoor, alternating between tiny
circles around it and long strokes over it and up to the edge of the lips of
her cunt. I could begin to taste the sweat and juices from her body and sex
running down into my mouth.
"Mmmmmmm.... You eat my ass very well for a slut, little boy. For that,
I'll give you the priveledge of having your own ass taken care of!" she
replied proudly. My mind raced once again. Taken care of? How?
I needed wait no longer. A slippery heat placed itself at the entrance
to my ass, and in a second was thrusting forward. I screamed at the first
entrance of the man's cock into my ass, and sobbed I felt his balls impact
with my backside.
The slap to my stomach was quick and painful. "I did not give you
permission to stop eating my ass, little slut! Now EAT!" the woman
insisted. Sobbing, my tongue buried itself in her asshole, pretending it
was a finger, striving to pass beyond her sphincter into her very depths.
Meanwhile, the pain began to subside from the harsh, sudden, painful
intrusion of a huge dick into my own backdoor. As I quit whimpering, the
man began a sawing motion : pulling almost out, and then ramming quickly
back in. The motion hurt for the first few strokes, but then was replaced
by a better feeling : the head of his cock striking my prostrate gland. My
worries, along with the pain, disappearred as he banged away at my
equivalent of a clitoris. Thrusting no longer hurt, it felt good, as my ass
contracted involuntarily and shivers ran up and down my body with the
stimulation the little gland was getting.
My tongue kept up the assault on the woman's ass. Burrowing in as her
hips ground her ass on my face, the heat suffocating me once again. The man
grew more insistent and faster with his thrusts, as his balls slapped my ass
harder and his breathing got faster.
The room was a blur. My tongue going 90 miles an hour with his cock not
far behind, trenching out my no-longer virgin ass. I was about to burst
with pleasure when the man stopped thrusting. Why? The answer was apparent
as he rammed one last time into me, the head of his cock sharply hitting my
prostrate as he yelled out. He came and came again in my ass, the bursts
hitting my prostrate and working their way up my backdoor.
This blew my mind, and me over the edge. My free cock started shooting
everywhere. I was suprised the room was not flooded, but I did feel come
keep shooting out of me in huge streams with great pleasure behind it,
pooling on my stomach, and rolling off onto the bed.
Obviously some struck the woman's back, because a second or two after I
began coming, she yelled in suprise. This was followed by a warm rush of
liquid over my face and chest again, but more than before. I did not
understand this, until she collapsed on top of me and said out loud to the
man, "Look at this, the little slut made me wet him!" I understood I had
involuntarily gotten my first "taste" of a Golden Shower at that point.
Instead of repulsing me, it turned me on, for reasons unknown.
We rested like this for a few minutes, until at which time the woman
climbed off of me. Soon, the man also pulled out of my ass quickly, making
me yelp with suprise. I felt come start to run out of my tenderized
backdoor as I felt my legs and arms lowered back to the bed. I was lifted
by two pairs of hands and carried a short distance. I was set down in what
seemed to be a bathtub, and I heard noise. Warm water coursed over me, as I
heard the woman whisper, "Sleep, little boy. You did well, and you'll like
even better what we do tomorrow..."
My memory trailed off at that point, with only a vague memory of falling
asleep in what seemd to be a warm, midsummer rain....
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