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Part 1
For my entire adult life and even before, I have enjoyed the glories of sucking cock. From the time I was 12 year old, all through my teens, and beyond I have looked for ways to get my own fair share of cum. In my younger days it was with some of my peers who thought they were humiliating me by forcing me to suck their dicks in front of a crowd of boys, and yes, even some girls from the old neighborhood. What was even more humiliating was the size of my penis. I am downright tiny. I am constantly reminded of this fact every time I suck even the average size dick of six-inches. Sad to say, mine never grew much beyond four-inches, and that was fully erect. Usually, my tiny little penis lay hidden in its spot above my balls. The only prideful thing about me was the size of my balls. My ball sack is twice the size of what I’ve seen on other men, even those with nice size cocks.
Now, I am married. I soon discovered that my wife was not easily satisfied, especially when it came to the size of my tiny dick. So, I have learned to masturbate and suck her clitoris, which truth be told, was longer than my flaccid penis when she got excited. This worked well since I was able, through my manual ministrations and my tongue, to bring her to orgasm three or four times in rapid succession. Only then would I dare to shove my tiny erect penis into her vagina. All in all, she seemed to be satisfied with our sexual life. We’ve gone along this way for several years.
For a time, I thought I could give up on sucking cocks. I was wrong, oh so wrong. I knew that my wife would not approve of my illicit activities outside out marriage. Despite my inability to satisfy her sexually with my dick. I quickly found it was easy to find cock to suck and men who needed to have release from their cum loads. My wife worked in the city, a good hours commute each way. I, on the other hand, was able to wangle a position where I could work from home. It was supposed to be only two days a week for the home office, but I managed to eventually stretch that out to the full week. The internet made it simple to make the contacts I needed to satisfy my craving for cock and cum.
What I also found was that there were many men who wore panties and wanted me to dress in panties. I went so far as to announce to them that I would also be wearing stockings, a garter belt and sometimes a bra. The first time I dressed like this, it felt really weird. Yet, at the same time I rather liked the feel of female undies. With my new found willingness to dress like a sissy while I sucked cock, I found that I could count on finding at least one or two new cocks every few weeks. The new guys plus my list of long-timers kept my mouth full of cock and my stomach full of glorious cum. The list actually was fairly static from the overall viewpoint. As some of the older guys became disinterested, or their wives put a stop to their activities or they moved away. Whatever the reason, there were never fewer than twelve men who came to me on a fairly regular basis.This went on for seven years. I was in heaven. I could still fuck my wife as much as she desired it, which wasn’t often. Though it seemed that her needs for cock never came close to matching my need for cum. Still, it seemed a happy medium to me. That is until that fateful day six months ago.
It was a new guy, he was in his mid-forties. I had found him on the internet as was the case with so many. He said he had a ten-inch cock that was full inch and a half one thick. He needed someone who could handle his size. I assured him that I didn’t think it would be a problem. The only thing was that he wanted me to wear stockings and a garter belt. I told him that this would not be a problem that I often wear panties, stockings, and a garter belt. He told me just the stockings and garter belt would be fine. I suggested that we meet at my house. He said that he would rather have us meet at his place. I usually don’t do this. I was reluctant at first, but the promise of a fat ten-inch cock was too much to be tossed aside. He gave me the address and told me that it was in a small trailer park down along Route 70. He said I should plan on being at his place at 2 pm, sharp. He also said that I should just knock on the door and enter without waiting for him to answer. I was to strip down to my stockings and garter belt. I was to position myself on my knees and my elbows on the floor, and then announce that I was ready. This was all something new for me, but I figured, what the hell.
My wife was not scheduled to return home until later that evening. It gave me some relief just knowing that I had plenty of time for this little excursion. I arrived at the appointed hour. I knocked on the door, hesitated for a moment before trying the door. It was unlocked. I stepped inside. There was a sofa to one side of the room and a small television sitting on a table on the opposite wall. I could see a short corridor straight ahead of me with three doorways, they were all shut with the exception of one. I didn’t hear anyone stirring. I was a bit unsure if this was the smart thing to do, but my balls got the better of me. I stood there in my stockings and garter belt for a minute listening, nothing. I got down on all fours, my ass sticking way up, and I spread my legs to best show off my huge balls. I yelled, “Ready.”
I must have knelt there for five minutes, waiting. I could feel my huge balls hanging loose between my legs. My tiny cock was leaking pre-cum that was oozing out running down my balls and dripping onto the shag carpet. I could feel his footsteps approaching even before he said anything. The voice that suddenly made itself heard was on the quiet side though a deep basso that bespoke of someone with a large body.
“Don’t look at me. Keep your eyes on the floor. You will answer me always by addressing me as Master, when I ask you a direct question. Other than that, you will keep your mouth shut. You will not speak. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
He grunted his satisfaction and said, “Nice balls.”
I could hear him sit on the sofa which seemed to groan with his weight.
“Keep your eyes on the floor. Back up to where I’m sitting and present your ass to me.”
I did as I was told. I was rewarded with a hard smack to my ass cheek with a riding crop.
“Want some more?”
“Yes, Master, please whip me some more.”
“What did you say?”
“Yes, Master. Please some more.”
“Some more what, you faggot sissy”
“Please, Master, whip my ass hard.”
I should not have been surprised when I heard the swoosh of the riding crop as it sailed through the air and struck my ass with a resounding wallop. It was all I could do to remain quiet. To accept the punishment he was giving out. He continued to swat my ass for several minutes, seeming to get his pleasure from my pain.
He stopped and began to fondle my huge balls. Then he squeezed them tighter and tighter. Ache began to push through my belly and brought out a moan of pain from me. He batted my balls back an forth between my thighs, the pre-cum flying everywhere.
“Turn around and face me. Keep your eyes downward. Remember, you’re not to look at me.”
“Yes, Master.”
I couldn’t help but see his thighs come into view and handing between those thighs was one of the cock he had promised me. It was ten-inches and about two-inches in diameter at the base.
“Suck my cock, you sissy faggot. Now, tell me what I just told you to do.”
“You told me suck your cock, Master.”
“Well, get busy. Open your mouth and suck my cock.”
I tentatively leaned down and took his dick into my mouth. The head of his dick was wet with his own pre-cum, and filled my mouth.
“I said, suck my fucking cock, you cock sucking cum eating sissy faggot.”
I did not get the chance to answer him. His hand was on the back of my head pressing my face down onto his hard cock. It reached the back of my mouth and began to gag me. I retched twice while I tried to rise up off his dick. But his hand was stronger, it force my face even closer to his groin. His cock sliding deeper and deeper, past may gaging point until i felt it filling my throat. My air passage completely blocked. He held my head still, not letting me up. I swallowed again and again as I massaged his cock with my throat. I was getting desperate when he finally let me up and I pulled his enormous cock out of my throat until just the head was behind my lips. I gulped air endeavoring to catch up with my breathing. I only go in two good breaths before he forced my mouth down onto his cock again, my lips mashed into his pubic hair at the base of his cock. He pulled my head up once more.
“Keep working it you cock sucker. Get a good motion going. Fuck my cock with your face. Do it now and until I tell you to stop.”
I found it impossible to acknowledge his command other than to do exactly what he had told me to do. He helped me to come down harder and harder onto his cock, my lips being bruised by his pubic bone as his cock fucked my mouth. I was afraid it would never end. Then I felt his cock swell even larger that it already was. I knew he was going to cum. He pulled my head up until only the head of his cock was inside my mouth. He knew what I wanted. I received the first of seven or eight spurts of hot cum into my mouth. After the second spurt, I had to swallow or it was going to spill out of my mouth. Somehow I managed to time my swallows with every two spurts of hot cum. I was in heaven as I tasted the hot salty sweet nectar of his balls.
Finally, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and it flopped down onto my chin. There were a couple of final dribbles of cum that oozed out of the end of his cock. I picked them up with my finger and fed them to my mouth.
“Good, sissy. You’re a fine cock sucker. I think I’ll keep you. Now show me your ass.”
I quickly spun around and presented my ass to him.
He showed me a large black hard-rubber dildo. It was at least twelve-inches long with an attached handle.
“Suck on this you cunt.”
I opened my mouth and began sucking. It wasn’t as long as his cock, but it was fatter. As I slobbered over the length of this dildo I was hoping that he was going to use it on my ass. I didn’t have to wait long. I felt the coolness of some lubricant being squirted into my asshole. He took the dildo from me and pressed it against my asshole. He was relentless. It was huge. I was afraid that it might have been too large for me. He continued the pressure on my asshole then felt a pop as my anus opened up to receive the full two-inch diameter of that dildo. I moaned with the pain/pleasure of it. He worked that dildo deep into my asshole. Finally, he had the entire thing buried inside me. He began slowly fucking my hole with that gorgeous dildo, gradually adding lubricant until my hole was slick and wide open. He increased the speed of his dildo-fucking me and driving it in. Even the rippled handle was being pushed inside me. It was going in so far in that I could feel the end of the dildo pounding into my colon. I could feel it stirring up my insides. I looked down and every time I felt that dildo bottom out, I could see a bump on my belly that came and went in time with it. I‘m unsure just how long he fucked my asshole with that huge dildo. I was in ecstasy feeling every inch of it pounding my cunt. Then he pulled it out of my asshole with such force I thought it was going to drag my guts out with it.
“Now, move forward a bit so I can get my dick into you.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Open your mouth and suck on this dildo. Don’t you dare drop it.”
I opened my mouth and felt the now warm dildo spread my lips and enter my mouth. No sooner had he stuffed my mouth with his dildo than he shoved his cock deep into my asshole. My cunt was ready. I was wet and his cock slid right in. I felt his balls slam into my own ball sack. Then he began fucking me hard. He was pounding into my hole. A moan escaped around the dildo in my mouth as a wave of pleasure swept over me. The feeling of pre-cum oozing from my tiny penis as it massaged my prostate. It felt so good.
“Feel my cock you sissy faggot? You want me to fuck you don’t you?”
A muffled, “Eth Ma..er, eez uck me,” escaped my lips.
All I could think was, oh my God, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want your gorgeous cock.
His cock plunged into me again and again, his pubic bone slamming against my ass cheeks. I opened my mouth groaning in my ecstasy releasing the dildo. It landed on the floor with a thud. The next instant I heard the start of a diatribe that continued on and on, each word punctuated with a slap to my ass cheek, first one then the other.
“Please, Master, stop. I’m so very sorry.”
“Shut up you stupid cock sucking cum faggot cunt. What did I tell you?”
I couldn’t stop my tears, but managed to get out, “Never speak unless you ask me a direct question, Master. Forgive me, Master.”
“Oh, just shut the fuck up.”
With that he did, indeed stop slapping my ass, and began pounding his ten-inches of hard cock into my ass again. It was enough to drive me onto my stomach. It didn’t stop him for a moment. He just continued to fuck my ass. He was grunting at each stroke. I knew he was close to spewing his cum load again. Then he drove his cock into one last time. I felt the spurts of cum filling my ass.
I began to feel his cock beginning to ease out of my cunt.
“Get up, you cunt. Clean my cum and all your juices from my cock.”
“Yes, Master. I will clean you cock with my mouth.”
I struggled to my knees and turned to gathered his near flaccid cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked his slimy cock. I was so happy that he let me do this. Then, I realized that my cunt was dripping its contents onto his shag rug. All that goo, all his cum and my ass juices poured out of me.
He pulled his soft dick out of my mouth. “Nice, job…” then he saw the puddle beneath my ass. “You fucking whore. How dare you let your cunt drain onto my shag carpet. You get down there and lick and suck all that scum up.”
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
“Sorry, my ass.”
He pushed my face down to the floor and I began licking and sucking the puddle that my asshole had deposited. He push my head down harder. My face mashed into the wet carpet. My tongue licked out trying to lap up the mess.
“You keep working at it. I want my carpet clean. I’m going to go take a shower. Don’t stop until I tell you that you can stop. Understand, cunt!”
“Yes, Master. I will clean my mess with my tongue until you return.”
Once more I could feel his heavy tread as he walked down the corridor to the shower. I soon heard the water running. It didn’t take him long to shower. I felt, once more, his heavy tread as he returned. I snuck a peek up to see him. He was tall, about 6’ 4” with a beer-belly. I didn’t dare to spend too much time looking, fearing the worst if he should catch me. The last thing I saw was as he dropped his towel on the floor. I caught a glance of his wonderful penis swaying between his legs as he entered the living room.
“You done?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I want you to pick up that dildo from where you dropped it and take it to the bathroom. I want you to scrub it absolutely clean. You got me?”
“Yes, Master. I will wash the dildo clean.”
I scrambled to my feet, grabbed the dildo and half ran to the bathroom. I scrubbed that dildo until it not only looked clean, but to my own amazement tasted clean. I chuckled to myself at my audacity in doing such a thing. I returned to the living room and handed the dildo to my Master.
“I’m through with you for the day. You may gather your clothes and get the fuck out of my place.”
“Yes, Master. May I ask a question, Master?”
“Ok. Just one.”
“Master, am I a satisfactory, sissy cock sucking cum slut faggot cunt? Master.”
The barest of grins creased his lips. He grabbed his own cock and balls in his hands and said, “For now.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Now, get the fuck out.”
“Yes, Master.”
I picked up my jeans and began to put them on.
“No! You will NOT wear anything more than your stockings and garter belt. When you depart my place.”
“But….”
“No buts, take your stuff and get out.”
“Yes, Master.”
I gathered up my shirt and sandals, and piled them on top of my jeans. I walked to the door and placed my hand on the knob. I looked back at him, hoping he would change his mind. He only nodded towards the me and the door, and said, “Out.”
I opened the door and looked quickly around. There was no one there that could see me. I walked to my car which was parked only a few feet from his front door. The cool evening air on my nearly naked body made for a nice crop of goosebumps. I fumbled for my keys in the jeans pocket. I was relieved to find them there. Right where I had left them. The only thing out of place was my cell phone. I figured that in my hurry to arrive on time that afternoon, I had placed it in a pocket that was its usual place.
I pulled out of the small trailer park and drop for a couple of miles. I found a place where I could safely pull off the road and put my street clothes on over my stockings and garter belt. It was another thirty minutes before I arrived home. I thanked my lucky star that the wife had not yet returned form work. I quickly parked and sped into the house. I desperately wanted to change and look presentable for the wife when she arrived home. I had no sooner pulled off my jeans than I heard the garage door opening. She was home. I scrambled out of my stockings and the garter belt, stuffed them into my cabinet along with the rest of the lingerie I had hidden away. I climbed into the shower and got the water running before my wife opened the door from the garage to the house. I was soaping up and cleaning off any of my suspected residue when she poked her head into the bathroom and announced that she was home.
I gave a sigh of relief. I had once more been able to get the cum I needed and she was none the wiser.
Part 1
For my entire adult life and even before, I have enjoyed the glories of sucking cock. From the time I was 12 year old, all through my teens, and beyond I have looked for ways to get my own fair share of cum. In my younger days it was with some of my peers who thought they were humiliating me by forcing me to suck their dicks in front of a crowd of boys, and yes, even some girls from the old neighborhood. What was even more humiliating was the size of my penis. I am downright tiny. I am constantly reminded of this fact every time I suck even the average size dick of six-inches. Sad to say, mine never grew much beyond four-inches, and that was fully erect. Usually, my tiny little penis lay hidden in its spot above my balls. The only prideful thing about me was the size of my balls. My ball sack is twice the size of what I’ve seen on other men, even those with nice size cocks.
Now, I am married. I soon discovered that my wife was not easily satisfied, especially when it came to the size of my tiny dick. So, I have learned to masturbate and suck her clitoris, which truth be told, was longer than my flaccid penis when she got excited. This worked well since I was able, through my manual ministrations and my tongue, to bring her to orgasm three or four times in rapid succession. Only then would I dare to shove my tiny erect penis into her vagina. All in all, she seemed to be satisfied with our sexual life. We’ve gone along this way for several years.
For a time, I thought I could give up on sucking cocks. I was wrong, oh so wrong. I knew that my wife would not approve of my illicit activities outside out marriage. Despite my inability to satisfy her sexually with my dick. I quickly found it was easy to find cock to suck and men who needed to have release from their cum loads. My wife worked in the city, a good hours commute each way. I, on the other hand, was able to wangle a position where I could work from home. It was supposed to be only two days a week for the home office, but I managed to eventually stretch that out to the full week. The internet made it simple to make the contacts I needed to satisfy my craving for cock and cum.
What I also found was that there were many men who wore panties and wanted me to dress in panties. I went so far as to announce to them that I would also be wearing stockings, a garter belt and sometimes a bra. The first time I dressed like this, it felt really weird. Yet, at the same time I rather liked the feel of female undies. With my new found willingness to dress like a sissy while I sucked cock, I found that I could count on finding at least one or two new cocks every few weeks. The new guys plus my list of long-timers kept my mouth full of cock and my stomach full of glorious cum. The list actually was fairly static from the overall viewpoint. As some of the older guys became disinterested, or their wives put a stop to their activities or they moved away. Whatever the reason, there were never fewer than twelve men who came to me on a fairly regular basis.This went on for seven years. I was in heaven. I could still fuck my wife as much as she desired it, which wasn’t often. Though it seemed that her needs for cock never came close to matching my need for cum. Still, it seemed a happy medium to me. That is until that fateful day six months ago.
It was a new guy, he was in his mid-forties. I had found him on the internet as was the case with so many. He said he had a ten-inch cock that was full inch and a half one thick. He needed someone who could handle his size. I assured him that I didn’t think it would be a problem. The only thing was that he wanted me to wear stockings and a garter belt. I told him that this would not be a problem that I often wear panties, stockings, and a garter belt. He told me just the stockings and garter belt would be fine. I suggested that we meet at my house. He said that he would rather have us meet at his place. I usually don’t do this. I was reluctant at first, but the promise of a fat ten-inch cock was too much to be tossed aside. He gave me the address and told me that it was in a small trailer park down along Route 70. He said I should plan on being at his place at 2 pm, sharp. He also said that I should just knock on the door and enter without waiting for him to answer. I was to strip down to my stockings and garter belt. I was to position myself on my knees and my elbows on the floor, and then announce that I was ready. This was all something new for me, but I figured, what the hell.
My wife was not scheduled to return home until later that evening. It gave me some relief just knowing that I had plenty of time for this little excursion. I arrived at the appointed hour. I knocked on the door, hesitated for a moment before trying the door. It was unlocked. I stepped inside. There was a sofa to one side of the room and a small television sitting on a table on the opposite wall. I could see a short corridor straight ahead of me with three doorways, they were all shut with the exception of one. I didn’t hear anyone stirring. I was a bit unsure if this was the smart thing to do, but my balls got the better of me. I stood there in my stockings and garter belt for a minute listening, nothing. I got down on all fours, my ass sticking way up, and I spread my legs to best show off my huge balls. I yelled, “Ready.”
I must have knelt there for five minutes, waiting. I could feel my huge balls hanging loose between my legs. My tiny cock was leaking pre-cum that was oozing out running down my balls and dripping onto the shag carpet. I could feel his footsteps approaching even before he said anything. The voice that suddenly made itself heard was on the quiet side though a deep basso that bespoke of someone with a large body.
“Don’t look at me. Keep your eyes on the floor. You will answer me always by addressing me as Master, when I ask you a direct question. Other than that, you will keep your mouth shut. You will not speak. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
He grunted his satisfaction and said, “Nice balls.”
I could hear him sit on the sofa which seemed to groan with his weight.
“Keep your eyes on the floor. Back up to where I’m sitting and present your ass to me.”
I did as I was told. I was rewarded with a hard smack to my ass cheek with a riding crop.
“Want some more?”
“Yes, Master, please whip me some more.”
“What did you say?”
“Yes, Master. Please some more.”
“Some more what, you faggot sissy”
“Please, Master, whip my ass hard.”
I should not have been surprised when I heard the swoosh of the riding crop as it sailed through the air and struck my ass with a resounding wallop. It was all I could do to remain quiet. To accept the punishment he was giving out. He continued to swat my ass for several minutes, seeming to get his pleasure from my pain.
He stopped and began to fondle my huge balls. Then he squeezed them tighter and tighter. Ache began to push through my belly and brought out a moan of pain from me. He batted my balls back an forth between my thighs, the pre-cum flying everywhere.
“Turn around and face me. Keep your eyes downward. Remember, you’re not to look at me.”
“Yes, Master.”
I couldn’t help but see his thighs come into view and handing between those thighs was one of the cock he had promised me. It was ten-inches and about two-inches in diameter at the base.
“Suck my cock, you sissy faggot. Now, tell me what I just told you to do.”
“You told me suck your cock, Master.”
“Well, get busy. Open your mouth and suck my cock.”
I tentatively leaned down and took his dick into my mouth. The head of his dick was wet with his own pre-cum, and filled my mouth.
“I said, suck my fucking cock, you cock sucking cum eating sissy faggot.”
I did not get the chance to answer him. His hand was on the back of my head pressing my face down onto his hard cock. It reached the back of my mouth and began to gag me. I retched twice while I tried to rise up off his dick. But his hand was stronger, it force my face even closer to his groin. His cock sliding deeper and deeper, past may gaging point until i felt it filling my throat. My air passage completely blocked. He held my head still, not letting me up. I swallowed again and again as I massaged his cock with my throat. I was getting desperate when he finally let me up and I pulled his enormous cock out of my throat until just the head was behind my lips. I gulped air endeavoring to catch up with my breathing. I only go in two good breaths before he forced my mouth down onto his cock again, my lips mashed into his pubic hair at the base of his cock. He pulled my head up once more.
“Keep working it you cock sucker. Get a good motion going. Fuck my cock with your face. Do it now and until I tell you to stop.”
I found it impossible to acknowledge his command other than to do exactly what he had told me to do. He helped me to come down harder and harder onto his cock, my lips being bruised by his pubic bone as his cock fucked my mouth. I was afraid it would never end. Then I felt his cock swell even larger that it already was. I knew he was going to cum. He pulled my head up until only the head of his cock was inside my mouth. He knew what I wanted. I received the first of seven or eight spurts of hot cum into my mouth. After the second spurt, I had to swallow or it was going to spill out of my mouth. Somehow I managed to time my swallows with every two spurts of hot cum. I was in heaven as I tasted the hot salty sweet nectar of his balls.
Finally, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and it flopped down onto my chin. There were a couple of final dribbles of cum that oozed out of the end of his cock. I picked them up with my finger and fed them to my mouth.
“Good, sissy. You’re a fine cock sucker. I think I’ll keep you. Now show me your ass.”
I quickly spun around and presented my ass to him.
He showed me a large black hard-rubber dildo. It was at least twelve-inches long with an attached handle.
“Suck on this you cunt.”
I opened my mouth and began sucking. It wasn’t as long as his cock, but it was fatter. As I slobbered over the length of this dildo I was hoping that he was going to use it on my ass. I didn’t have to wait long. I felt the coolness of some lubricant being squirted into my asshole. He took the dildo from me and pressed it against my asshole. He was relentless. It was huge. I was afraid that it might have been too large for me. He continued the pressure on my asshole then felt a pop as my anus opened up to receive the full two-inch diameter of that dildo. I moaned with the pain/pleasure of it. He worked that dildo deep into my asshole. Finally, he had the entire thing buried inside me. He began slowly fucking my hole with that gorgeous dildo, gradually adding lubricant until my hole was slick and wide open. He increased the speed of his dildo-fucking me and driving it in. Even the rippled handle was being pushed inside me. It was going in so far in that I could feel the end of the dildo pounding into my colon. I could feel it stirring up my insides. I looked down and every time I felt that dildo bottom out, I could see a bump on my belly that came and went in time with it. I‘m unsure just how long he fucked my asshole with that huge dildo. I was in ecstasy feeling every inch of it pounding my cunt. Then he pulled it out of my asshole with such force I thought it was going to drag my guts out with it.
“Now, move forward a bit so I can get my dick into you.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Open your mouth and suck on this dildo. Don’t you dare drop it.”
I opened my mouth and felt the now warm dildo spread my lips and enter my mouth. No sooner had he stuffed my mouth with his dildo than he shoved his cock deep into my asshole. My cunt was ready. I was wet and his cock slid right in. I felt his balls slam into my own ball sack. Then he began fucking me hard. He was pounding into my hole. A moan escaped around the dildo in my mouth as a wave of pleasure swept over me. The feeling of pre-cum oozing from my tiny penis as it massaged my prostate. It felt so good.
“Feel my cock you sissy faggot? You want me to fuck you don’t you?”
A muffled, “Eth Ma..er, eez uck me,” escaped my lips.
All I could think was, oh my God, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want your gorgeous cock.
His cock plunged into me again and again, his pubic bone slamming against my ass cheeks. I opened my mouth groaning in my ecstasy releasing the dildo. It landed on the floor with a thud. The next instant I heard the start of a diatribe that continued on and on, each word punctuated with a slap to my ass cheek, first one then the other.
“Please, Master, stop. I’m so very sorry.”
“Shut up you stupid cock sucking cum faggot cunt. What did I tell you?”
I couldn’t stop my tears, but managed to get out, “Never speak unless you ask me a direct question, Master. Forgive me, Master.”
“Oh, just shut the fuck up.”
With that he did, indeed stop slapping my ass, and began pounding his ten-inches of hard cock into my ass again. It was enough to drive me onto my stomach. It didn’t stop him for a moment. He just continued to fuck my ass. He was grunting at each stroke. I knew he was close to spewing his cum load again. Then he drove his cock into one last time. I felt the spurts of cum filling my ass.
I began to feel his cock beginning to ease out of my cunt.
“Get up, you cunt. Clean my cum and all your juices from my cock.”
“Yes, Master. I will clean you cock with my mouth.”
I struggled to my knees and turned to gathered his near flaccid cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked his slimy cock. I was so happy that he let me do this. Then, I realized that my cunt was dripping its contents onto his shag rug. All that goo, all his cum and my ass juices poured out of me.
He pulled his soft dick out of my mouth. “Nice, job…” then he saw the puddle beneath my ass. “You fucking whore. How dare you let your cunt drain onto my shag carpet. You get down there and lick and suck all that scum up.”
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
“Sorry, my ass.”
He pushed my face down to the floor and I began licking and sucking the puddle that my asshole had deposited. He push my head down harder. My face mashed into the wet carpet. My tongue licked out trying to lap up the mess.
“You keep working at it. I want my carpet clean. I’m going to go take a shower. Don’t stop until I tell you that you can stop. Understand, cunt!”
“Yes, Master. I will clean my mess with my tongue until you return.”
Once more I could feel his heavy tread as he walked down the corridor to the shower. I soon heard the water running. It didn’t take him long to shower. I felt, once more, his heavy tread as he returned. I snuck a peek up to see him. He was tall, about 6’ 4” with a beer-belly. I didn’t dare to spend too much time looking, fearing the worst if he should catch me. The last thing I saw was as he dropped his towel on the floor. I caught a glance of his wonderful penis swaying between his legs as he entered the living room.
“You done?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I want you to pick up that dildo from where you dropped it and take it to the bathroom. I want you to scrub it absolutely clean. You got me?”
“Yes, Master. I will wash the dildo clean.”
I scrambled to my feet, grabbed the dildo and half ran to the bathroom. I scrubbed that dildo until it not only looked clean, but to my own amazement tasted clean. I chuckled to myself at my audacity in doing such a thing. I returned to the living room and handed the dildo to my Master.
“I’m through with you for the day. You may gather your clothes and get the fuck out of my place.”
“Yes, Master. May I ask a question, Master?”
“Ok. Just one.”
“Master, am I a satisfactory, sissy cock sucking cum slut faggot cunt? Master.”
The barest of grins creased his lips. He grabbed his own cock and balls in his hands and said, “For now.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Now, get the fuck out.”
“Yes, Master.”
I picked up my jeans and began to put them on.
“No! You will NOT wear anything more than your stockings and garter belt. When you depart my place.”
“But….”
“No buts, take your stuff and get out.”
“Yes, Master.”
I gathered up my shirt and sandals, and piled them on top of my jeans. I walked to the door and placed my hand on the knob. I looked back at him, hoping he would change his mind. He only nodded towards the me and the door, and said, “Out.”
I opened the door and looked quickly around. There was no one there that could see me. I walked to my car which was parked only a few feet from his front door. The cool evening air on my nearly naked body made for a nice crop of goosebumps. I fumbled for my keys in the jeans pocket. I was relieved to find them there. Right where I had left them. The only thing out of place was my cell phone. I figured that in my hurry to arrive on time that afternoon, I had placed it in a pocket that was its usual place.
I pulled out of the small trailer park and drop for a couple of miles. I found a place where I could safely pull off the road and put my street clothes on over my stockings and garter belt. It was another thirty minutes before I arrived home. I thanked my lucky star that the wife had not yet returned form work. I quickly parked and sped into the house. I desperately wanted to change and look presentable for the wife when she arrived home. I had no sooner pulled off my jeans than I heard the garage door opening. She was home. I scrambled out of my stockings and the garter belt, stuffed them into my cabinet along with the rest of the lingerie I had hidden away. I climbed into the shower and got the water running before my wife opened the door from the garage to the house. I was soaping up and cleaning off any of my suspected residue when she poked her head into the bathroom and announced that she was home.
I gave a sigh of relief. I had once more been able to get the cum I needed and she was none the wiser.
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