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By *ikx OP Man
over a year ago
Blackpool |
He keeps me on his cock for what feels like hours. My stocking clad knees are sore on the tiled floor of his kitchen, my neck is stiffening and Im feeling light headed. All this in addition to constantly trying to adjust to his throbbing,errect rockhard penis that is literally blocking my airway leaving me on the verge of gagging and suffocating. Master had tried to train away my gag reflex and almost suceeded but its still a very hard reflex to control. Inspite of all my discomfort I desperately try to remain focused on giving him the pleasure he seeks from my throat.
All of a sudden he grips my short hair, says "suck if you can" and pulls my head off his shaft in one fluid motion. As soon as he begins to pull I relax and let him draw me away sucking on him as hard as I can as I travel up his length. As it leaves my lips a long string of saliva comes out of my mouth landing on Masters bare thigh as he gasps at the sudden change of pressure on his dick. He lets go of my head and slumps in his chair legs spread, cock pulsing.
"Up" he orders and gestures as I stiffly stand "bend" and he points to the kitchen table edge. I know precisely what to do and what he wants and glance at his errect saliva covered cock knowing perfectly well what is going to happen.
I quickly bend, the little skirt hem lifting as I do exposing the white satin thong and my two pert white cheeks. I stretch my arms across the big heavy wooden dining table, and tiptoe slightly to raise my bottom to the optimum height.
Master moves slowly and deliberately savouring this moment that he loves so much. This demonstration of his utter dominance of me mind and body.
His hands travel up my stocking legs to the exposed white flesh at the top of my thighs before tracing the contours to the bows that fasten to keep the knickers in place. A slight tremour runs through me, partly because his finger tips have just traced thier way across a sensitive part of my body and partly because I know what I am seconds away from.
My master does not make love. He fucks me for his own pleasure, of course, but also to ensure I understand his utter dominance of me. When he fucks me it is hard, deep, ruthless and relentless act. I am not supposed to derive any pleasure from it. If I do then lucky me, its all about him leaving me used and violated. Know my place.
Kicking my ankles slightly apart to allow them to drop away Master deftly tugs on both ribbons at once and my panties spring away from me leaving me exposed. He tugs the plug from my hole and tosses it aside. My hole gapes a little after its gone and he wastes no time.
I feel his hands on my hips, its my first signal. I have milliseconds to fully prepare before 9 thick inches of hard cock are pushed in to me. I place my forehead on the table knowing I will be lifting it up ina few seconds, I stretch away from master with my fingers gripping the opposite table edge and I lift the heels of my feet off the tiles. With all this happening at once I must remember the golden rule. I try to relax my anus.
Suddenly his grip tightens, his pelvis accellerates toward me and his cock is driven in to my tight hole. As expected I lift my head, arch my back, my eyes roll in my head, and feel myself pushed hard into the table edge. I let out a gasoed "Uhhhh" sound as he drives himself into me with a gasp and a hissed "yessssssss!"
He fucks me like he has not had sex in months. Long firm hard thrusts with hardly enough lube to avoid a fire. His balls slap at thr bottom of my buttocks as I try to breath, I try to relax and go with him but I know he is deliberately fucking me just fast enough to make it impossible to be comfortable. This is him dominating and using me. I catch sight of the kitchen clock just visible to the left of my head as I gain enough control of eyes to focus on it, 1030.
He Fucks and fucks, occaisionally he spits on my hole but he doesnt stop By now I am letting out all manner of crazy unintelligable noises as he screws me amd he is loving it. Im uttering nonesense like "no, no, please, oh god fuck me, fuck me master, oh no no no please!" Just gabbled rubbish.
His rhythm slightly changes, he starts to focus on staying deep in me. Ita more thanI can stand and my already weakened legs start to turn to jelly. He staggers a little, gasps, leans forward grips my shoulders and lets out a loud roaring "Yeaaaaaaahessss" and I think I feel a hot spurt in to my numb,spasming hole. He thrusts deep again amd again emptying his balls in to me again. I lay my left cheek on the table surface and the clock face comes back in to view. 11:38.
He leans forward onto my back pinning me to the table. He has not pulled out of me yet. Oddly for the first time ever I can feel a few throbs of his now softening cock and each time it happens Masters whole body twitches suggesting it must feel amazing.
"Clench" he orders, and I try to tighten my muscles around his shaft doubting my hole would ever close again. He withdraws with a soft slurp, not the pop of the first few times. Instantly I try to close up my hole to stop his cum dripping on the floor and think I have succeeded.
Master stands upright, his shorts and underwear round his ankles and placing his hands on his naked hips says "Slave"
Its all he needs to say as I stiffly and sorely stand and turn to him. I drop to my knees still clenching my buttocks firmly to avoid any drips and placing my hands behind my back I take his softening cock very gently in my mouth. It tastes of my hole, and his cum. I suck and lick him clean and look up at him for his approval. He looks down and nods indicating that I continue. Delicately I pull his white underwear back up his sexy legs and carefully tuck his cock and balls back in before doing the same with his blue shorts. Once I have him fastened up he simply says
"Plug, change to your pool wear and make me my drink and bring it to me outside slave"
With that he struts off leaving me with a spasming hole I have to push a butt plug in to.....
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