If you are offended by sex between men, or men forcing other men into humiliating sexual acts, stop reading right here! Go away and find someplace else to play.
The following is a story about my first encounter with a real male DOM. It hasn't happened yet, I'm still looking for him. As I said, this hasn't happened yet. When/If it does, we WILL practice safe sex, and you should too. Life is already too screwed up to have to deal with STDs too.
FIRST TIME AS A REAL SUB.DOM (Part 1 of 3 from the MY LESSON series)
I had developed a curiosity about sex with another man. I had even tried to just hook up with another guy for some fun, but it just didn't click. All my life I've been raised to believe sex between two men is wrong. Most of the folks I hang out with make the gay jokes and just don't get it when it comes to a persons sexual preferences. Since I live in a small community anyway, finding someone local was out. I also believed that I would need a guy that wasn't afraid to take charge, to help get me started. That led me to one of the adult dating web sites. I had sent several intro messages and received various degrees of response, none satisfactory. Then I saw it, the ad read "Dom looking for subbies to play occassionaly." Not much to go on but the guys age and other information seemed about what I was looking. I sent him a short 'hello' message. He replied within the hour (fastest reply ever!) He asked what I was looking for. I replied that I have a real curiosity about male-male sexual encounters and wanted to find a strong, confident man to experiment with. I believed a Dom was the best way to ensure I didn't get a wishy-washy partner.
His response was short and to the point, "If your serious, be at the following address Saturday afternoon, 1:00 sharp! If your not serious and waste my time, you won't enjoy it." There was an address; no name, directions; nothing else. As Saturday approached I began to wonder if I was doing the right thing. After all, my upbringing led me to believe this was all wrong, but I had read many stories involving same sex encounters and the idea intrigued me. Of course there were many other ideas (from other stories) that intrigued me also, but those may come along later. I was on his front porch at 12:55 and waited 5 minutes the rang then bell. It wasn't very long until the door opened and the guy that answered simply said "come in.
I entered the entryway and he closed the door behind me, saying "go on into the living room."
As I entered the living room I noticed a recliner with a large floor pillow positioned in front of it.
"Kneel on the cushion, facing the chair."
I was still a bit nervous since we really hadn't talked about any of this, but knelt as directed. He walked around in front of me and I got my first look at him. He wasn't any kind of hunk, just an average looking, guy with a little bulge around the middle, maybe 6 foot tall, brown hair (mostly still there) and blue eyes. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a Harley-Davidson logo on it. He sat down in the recliner and just looked at me for a few minutes. Finally he broke the silence.
"So, you want to experience sex with another man and you think I will do that for you?"
"Yeah" I replied, "that's what I was thinking would happen."
"Tell me what it is you want to experience."
"I'm very curious about what it feels like to give another guy a blow job."
"Is that it?"
"No, I've also wondered what it would feel like to have another guy take my ass."
"That's it then, just a quick suck-and-fuck?"
"Well, past those two ideas, I'm sorta open to what comes along, within certain limits."
"Have you ever sucked a guy before?"
"Kind of, I met a guy that claimed to be a Dom. He had me suck him but I don't really count that one."
"How can you not count it?"
"Well, he couldn't keep it hard, and ended up having to jerk his soft dick to finish."
"What else did he do?"
"We had spent about 20 minutes discussing things I wanted to try or thought I might like. Then he spent a little over an hour trying to do them all. He tried to fuck my ass but couldn't get it in, since he wasn't very hard. When he spanked me it didn't even turn my ass red. I got the feeling he didn't really know what he was doing."
"So you've never had a cock in your ass?"
"No"
"You spoke of limits, what are they?"
"No children, no risk of permanent damage, and no feces, none! None of those points is negotiable. Also, when I leave I must be able to appear as I do now, no marks, stained clothes, etc. Nothing that puts me at risk for disease. Nothing that could lead to an arrest, like being naked in the front yard for example."
I knelt in silence as he seemed to be thinking this over.
"So those are your only limits?"
"The only ones I'm aware of. Everything else remains a possibility at this point."
"If I do take you on, what is in it for me?"
This caught me off guard a little. Here I was basically offering to blow this guy and let him do my ass and who knows what else, and he wants to know what is in it for him.
"I would serve you to the best of my abilities. You advertised as a Dom, so it would seem you enjoy controlling others. My inexperience may test that control from time to time, it's just my nature, but I would strive to serve you well, that should give you pleasure."
We spent another 20 or 30 minutes discussing sexual history, safe sex, and the use of safe words. Then he made his pitch.
"OK, he's the deal. You go down the hall into the last room on the right. On the bed you will find an outfit. If you truly want to serve me, get dressed and be back on that cushion at 2:15 otherwise you may leave. If you stay, you will serve me at MY pleasure, not yours. That other fellow truly didn't understand the nature of dominance if he was trying so hard to do everything YOU wanted. What you want only comes into play if it happens to coincide with what I want. We've discussed a couple of things you want to experience. I do like a good cocksucking so we just may have to see how good you are. The thought of taking a virgin ass stirs my rod more than just a little, so I believe those desires can be accommodated, IF your good at following instructions. If your not good at that, you may not get to experience your desires but you will experience my displeasure. The choice is yours, you've got 30 minutes to think it over and get ready. Once we start, there are only 2 ways to stop; use of the safeword, which ends not only this session, but our relationship. That is required for me to truly be able to push your limits and explore my perversities. The other way it ends is at 6:00 PM tonight. I set this alarm", he picked up an old windup alarm clock from the table beside his chair, "once it goes off we are done for today. If you successfully complete today, you may be invited back. Now go to the bedroom and think this over."
That being said, he got up and left by another doorway. I slowly got up, wondering if this was truly what I wanted, and walked down the hall, turning right at the last room. My stomach was turning over and over with nerves and anxiety. I wanted to do this. I truly believed I did, but once I started down this road, there maybe no going back. I reached the end of the hall and turned into the room.
The room was very basic, a bed with four tall corner post, a 4-drawer chest of drawers, a small side table with drawer, and a large, overstuffed chair. One wall and the ceiling were covered in mirrors. On the bed lay a cheerleaders sweater and skirt, along with a tube of lipstick. This wasn't exactly how I pictured this scene going, and I'm not really into women's clothes, but then I guess it is really about what he wants, not me. I sat on the bed and thought about what it would mean to put these clothes on. I would be humiliated if anyone I knew saw me like that; or for that matter, if anyone I knew saw me doing anything sexual with a guy. While I had been through the botched encounter before, I started to question if I was really ready for this. After a while I made up my mind. I took off my clothes, stacking them on the small table. I stepped into the skirt, pulling it to my waist and zipping it up. It barely covered my cock and had no chance of covering it, once it started to rise. I pulled the sweater over my head. It actually fit pretty good and I'm kind of a big guy. Then I picked up the tube of lipstick. He didn't say anything about makeup but I figured he was testing me. I looked into the mirror and did my best to put it on.
I took a step back and looked at myself. A hairy legged cheerleader with a hard cock in bright red lipstick. This was definitely not how I had envisioned this adventure. The clock indicated 2:10 so I headed back to the living room. He still wasn't back. I knelt on the cushion in front of his chair and waited. >From my position I couldn't see a clock but I know more than 5 minutes passed before he came back into the room.
"Ah, I see my little cheerleader has showed up. Oh, I like that lipstick, nice touch, though I don't seem to recall mentioning anything about that. Must just be something you like, eh? We can explore your slutty side some other time."
"Well, sir I thought..." SMACK!
He leaned reached down and slapped me across the face, then took his seat again.
"Rule number one. The only words from you mouth will be 'yes, sir' and 'no sir' unless I specifically asked for something else. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir"
"Very good. If you need to address me, you will use Master. Now, how shall I use my little toy today?"
This question didn't really seem directed at me so I just kept quiet. After a few minutes he looked down at me again.
"Well, at least you learn fast. Stand up."
I stood, feeling very embarrassed with my cock sticking straight out.
He looked down at my stiff rod, lifting the front of the skirt (which wasn't really necessary.)
"Well, well, I think you like that outfit. I'll have to remember that. Turn around and bend over."
I quickly complied and felt my skirt being lifted. He pulled my cheeks apart and gently blew on my exposed hole. My cock twitched at that sensation; I have always enjoyed having my ass played with.
"So, your ass likes a little attention eh? How's this?"
Then I felt him press a finger into me. He worked it around some, then in and out some, then put in two. They weren't lubed up, so it was kinda uncomfortable. Then I thought 'oh god, I hope he's not going to try a fist me', I'm not sure I could handle that. Finally I feel him withdraw, then I feel something cold and hard being pressed against my hole. He works it inside and I can feel it seat. It must be a butt plug and it did have a little lube. I've never had one in before, but have read about them. Once I felt it pushed all the way, it really felt kinda good.
I heard a rustling sound and then the command "turn around, kneel."
I did so and found myself staring at his crotch, as he now stood in front of the chair.
"You like the view?"
No really isn't the right answer, but neither is yes.
"I'm not sure, sir"
SMACK
"Yes or No! Can't decide, let me help you. You stated earlier you wanted to know what it felt like to give a guy a blow job, right?"
"Yes, sir"
"Then you contacted me and came over here with the intention of giving me a blow job, right?"
"Yes, sir"
"So you want to suck my cock, right?
"Uh, yessir"
"What?"
"Yes, sir"
"Yes, sir what? What is it you want?"
"I-I-I w-want to suck your cock, sir" I whispered.
"What, I couldn't hear you!"
"I want to suck you cock, sir" I answered very plainly this time.
"But you've never seen my cock. How do you know you really want to?"
"I—I—I've thought about doing it so often. Now that the opportunity is so close, I just want to."
"You've thought about sucking MY cock often. We just met a week ago. You must have just been thinking about cock in general. So you just want to suck ANY cock, not just mine?"
"No, sir"
"But that's what you just said. You haven't seen mine, and didn't even know me when you came here but you hope to suck my cock. Isn't that right?"
"Y-Y-Y-Yes, sir"
"Take down my pants, slowly!"
I reached for the button on his jeans. My hands trembled as I unsnapped it. Then I slowly lowered his zipper. I could see he was wearing light blue underwear. I lowered his jeans to his ankles and he raised his left foot, then his right to step out of them.
"So, made up your mind yet? Do you like what you see?"
I returned me gaze to his crotch. You could see he was just starting to get hard. His cock looked to be 5 or 6 inches long as it was.
"Yes, sir"
"So you like the look of my underwear?"
That caught me off guard again, "Uh, yes, sir"
"You weren't thinking about my underwear were you? You were thinking about my cock. Can't even see it yet, but you think about it. I bet want to see it though, don't you?"
"Yes, sir"
"Yes sir what. Say it."
"Yes, sir, I want to see your cock."
"Well, go ahead and take my underwear off."
I reached for the waist band.
"Stop, no hands."
I thought about this for a few seconds the leaned forward and tried to grab the waistband in my teeth. I finally succeeded in getting one side down over his hip bone. When I tried to get the other side in my teeth, I nipped him, just a little.
SMACK on top of my head.
"No biting, you be punished for that when we finish up here!"
I returned to the task at hand and finally got the other side below his hip bone. The front was now caught up on his growing cock though. I put my mouth around the tip, being careful to cover my teeth with my lips, and pulled it off the end of his cock. From there it was easy to just keep working it down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them across the room.
"Now, tell me you like what you see."
"I like what I see."
SMACK, across the face.
"I said to address me as Master, try again."
"Master, I like what I see."
SMACK, "tell me what it is you see."
"Master, I see your cock and I like it very much, sir."
"What do you like about it?"
I wasn't really sure how to answer, so I just stared at it for a bit.
SMACK
"I said, what do you like about it?"
"Master, I like the fullness of it. Not overly fat, but not like a pencil."
"Go on."
"I like the shape. A well defined head and not too veiny."
"So" he asked "do you still want to suck it?"
"Oh, yes sir"
"Tell me what you want to do."
"Master, I would like to kiss your wonderful cock, and taste it in my mouth."
He just kept looking at me, so I continued, "I want to run my tongue up and down the length of it, then feel the warmth and texture of it as it slides past my eager lips. I want to take it all the way in, feeling your pubic hairs on my nose and your hard cock all the way down my throat."
He reached down to stroke his cock a few times, increasing it's hardness. Then he held it straight out.
"Do you think you can take this all the way down your throat?"
"Master, I'm not sure. But I do want to try."
He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it across my lips.
"Kiss it!"
I hesitated only a second before kissing the head, taking about half of the head between my lips before pulling away.
"Very good, you should remember to always show a superior cock the proper respect."
I have thought about being in this situation for a long time. One of my favorite fantasy positions is to be forced to kneel before anyone (man or woman) and perform oral sex. To me it a position of submission, acknowledging their power over me. And here I was, kneeling before a guy, fully ready to suck him off.
"My poor little cock-slut sub, you are just now beginning to experience the power of a real Dom. It's not about getting you to do the things you want to do, it's about making you do things, whether you want to or not. Now, take it into your mouth. Do those things you talked about."
I reached up and took hold of his cock around the base, aiming it towards my mouth. I took just his head between my lips and squeezed them down on his shaft, then ran my tongue around the head several times. I backed off then stuck my tongue out and tried to work it into his pee slit. My own hard cock was twitching up a storm under my skirt.
"Your really enjoying yourself, eh?
My only reply was to put his now rigid cock into my mouth as far as I could get it, then moan "Mmmmm"
I began to work my way up and down his shaft. As he got deeper into my throat I would gag a little, so I would back off some and try again. I reached one hand down and gently started to play with his balls.
"So, you like my balls too? OK, stop sucking."
I was very disappointed but did stop right away.
He sat back in his chair, putting his butt out towards the edge.
"Well then, start at the tip of my cock, and lick your way down to my ass. I want to feel you tongue in every hole you encounter.."
I moved forward till my legs were comfortable (hoping this would last a while) and again took the head into my mouth. I stuck my tongue into his pee slit again, working it up and down the slit. Then I pulled off and began tongue the underside of his hard shaft. I worked my way down to his hairy ball sack, flicking my tongue around and across them. Finally I took one ball, then both into my mouth and swirled them with my tongue. He let out a groan, "yeah, suck 'em good."
I spent quite a few minutes on his balls, because I really didn't relish the thought of sticking my tongue in his ass. That must be the part about doing what he wants, whether I wanted to or not.
"Keep going" he growled.
I moved down below his balls and finally got to his waiting hole. He had laid back in the chair and raised his legs, providing full access to his little brown puckered hole. I swirled my tongue around the rim a few times before plunging in. The taste was gritty and the aroma wasn't the most pleasant thing. After a few fumbled attempts, I finally felt the tip of my tongue pass through his hole. I would plunge it in and out the best I could. This must have lasted a while when he finally commanded "suck my cock, now!"
I went back up to his rigid shaft, now about 7 or 8 inches long and resumed trying to take him all the way in. I really wanted to feel his shaft all the down my throat and my tongue on his balls. Alas, this wasn't to be. After just a few more short minutes he began to thrust his hips to my rhythm. Then he grabbed my head just as I felt his cock start to spasm. I had reacted by trying to pull back but only got part way. I still had the head in my mouth when I felt his juices flow onto my tongue. Now I have tasted my own cum before (I was curious), but this was the first taste of someone else's. It was slightly bitter, but no so much I would gag. I swallowed and swallowed, until I felt him stop moving. I reached up and stroked him a few more times to get the last few drops, looking him in the eye as I licked them from the tip of his partially limp cock.
"Alright, that wasn't bad for your first REAL blow job. We may work on your technique later. Get your ass up here and over my lap. Time to show you what happens to cock-sluts that bite their superiors."
I got up and laid across his lap, figuring a spanking was coming. He reached down and pulled his belt from his pants and doubled it over.
"Don't worry cockslut, I'll do this right."
With that he proceeded to spank my ass with his belt. 20 strokes, hard. He would move up and down my ass, varying the intensity of each stroke. I never knew what to expect. I was beginning to tear up when he finally finished."
"Now it is time to administer your punishment for failing to address me properly. Follow me."
He headed for the bedroom where I had changed clothes. I followed and stopped once I was inside the room. He opened the 2nd drawer from the top, on the chest of drawers.
"Get over here"
I move beside him and looked into the drawer. Inside was a large die (you know, half of a pair of dice) and 4 other items, each with a number on it. The first was a wooden paddle, about 15 inches long and 3 inches wide. One end was carved to fit a hand and the other end had several small holes. This was numbered '25'. Then next item looked like a horse crop. It was numbered '17'. The third item was a piece of cane, about ½ inch in diameter. It was numbered '10'. The last item was a very small whip, only about 6 inches long plus the handle. The last 2 inches of it were knotted and the tips frayed and each fray ended in a small knot. This was numbered '5'.
"Here's how this works, you choose the instrument of your punishment. Then you roll the die. I multiply the die number by the number on the item and that is how many strokes you must take. Simple eh?" he grinned, "Choose!"
There had to be some logic here, probably the higher numbered items didn't hurt as much. I started doing the math of number times 6 (max number on a die) and decided to try and endue the small whip numbered 5. After all, how much could that small sucker hurt, plus it beat possible 60 to 150 strokes from something else. I pointed to the small one.
"Oh, bad choice for you but I like it. Roll the die."
I picked up the die, prayed for a 1 and rolled. I got a 3.
"Alright, that's 15 strokes. Lay on the edge on the bed, legs hanging off."
I got on the bed, face down and started to move my legs off the edge.
"What are you doing? Turn over, face up!" he growled.
Now I was confused but slowly complied. My ass was still very tender from the spanking just a few minutes ago so this was already not a comfortable position.
"See, you fucked up. All the others are mainly for your ass, this one is for your cock and balls."
He must have seen the panic on my face because he quickly responded "so next time don't be so stupid and try to outguess me. When you try to take the easy way out, around here it usually cost you. But don't worry, this won't kill you; you may just wish it had though."
I laid back with my butt on the edge of the mattress. He crawled onto my chest, moving my arms down to my sides, then straddled me with his back to me, pinning me.
"Spread your legs, wider, wider; that's good. By the way, if you put your feet together before I'm finished, I start over at 1."
SMACK, he landed a blow around the shaft of my hard cock. The small whip wrapped around my cock and the knots bit into the sensitive skin.
"OooooowwWWWwww" that damn thing hurt like hell, but I resisted the urge to put my legs together.
SMACK, a blow to my ball sack. My hard cock was quickly shriveling.
SMACK, another to the cock shaft. He repeated this pattern up through nine, alternating between cock shaft and ball sack. I was in agony by this point and tears ran freely down my cheeks. He changed his technique slightly. He would reach down and hold my aching, deflated penis into just the position he wanted it then SMACK. I felt him lift my cock again, but he was positioning it differently. SMACK, this time the whip went across my balls, but the knotted tips ended up right on my ass. I think the butt plug is the only thing that saved my poor hole. He landed several more around my wilted, pained shaft. Then he pulled my cock straight out from my body, gently holding the tip.
SMACK
"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" He aimed the blow to let the tiny knotted tips catch the underside of my cock head. I was ready to use the safeword but before I uttered it, I realized it was over.
He crawled off me and just stood watching me. I was too stunned to move. I had fantasized about some pain, but nothing like this. Finally he told me to pull myself together, clean up in the bathroom, and meet him in the den.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face, then put a cool washrag around my aching cock and balls. After a few minutes I looked up in the mirror and realized I had lipstick all over the place from sucking his cock. What the hell, I washed my lipstick all off and reapplied it, then headed for the den.
He was waiting in his chair so I went and knelt on the cushion.
"You are picking this up really well, that's good. I'm pretty sure you won't ever make the mistake of choosing the cock whip again either. If your wondering why I keep it at all, sometimes you don't get to choose. Nice touch fixing the lipstick. I guess you wanted to look nice for the company."
Company, what company?
"Come on in, he's ready."
I looked towards the kitchen and saw a couple walk in. He was maybe 5-10 and around 200 lbs, she was at least 6 foot, very athletic looking, smallish breast but long shapely legs.
"So" the woman started "this is your new fantasy plaything. I take it from the screaming and crying he chose the cock whip."
"Yeah, bet he doesn't do that again" Master replied.
They both got a good laugh out of that.
I must have had a very disturbed look on my face because Master looked at me and began to explain.
"These are my neighbors, Monica and Art. We had a bet going and they lost. That means I won and they both belong to me for the rest of the night. Now, let's all move to the bedroom back there, and I'll really get the fun started."
Once in the bedroom, Master wasted no time in taking charge.
"OK cockslut, take all of Art's clothes off, then do Monica."
I walked over to Art and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Come on Will" Art begged "don't do this. You know it was all in fun."
So Master's name was Will. Master looked to Monica who replied "we made a bet and were going to follow through! Don't be such a pussy."
By this time I had his shirt off and had his slacks down to his ankles. He sat back on the bed and I pulled off his shoes and socks, then finished removing his slacks. As I reached up for his underwear, he tried again "come on, don't make me do this, I'm not gay."
"Neither is cockslut there, but he is going to go through with this. Keep going." That last part was directed at me.
Art wiggled around as I pulled his underwear down and off, revealing a rather impressive cock. It would definitely be larger than Master's. Master apparently noticed me looking.
"You like Art's cock? You want to suck it too?"
"If it would please you, yes, sir"
"Well, too bad. Get busy with Monica."
I moved over to her and looked her in the eyes. She didn't seem to be worried at all. I pulled her tank top up over her head, revealing two small but pert breast, with VERY hard nipples. Somebody didn't share Art's concern, she was enjoying this. I dropped to my knees and removes her sandals, then slowly pulled her shorts down and she stepped out of them. I reached for her panties and slide them down and off as well. I looked to her crotch and was greeted by a very nicely trimmed pubic region, cut just short enough you could see two pouty pink lips. There was a slight glisten to those lips also. I was transfixed and just stared until Master's voice broke the silence.
"So, you get to submit to man and woman tonight. Pleasure her."
Here I was again kneeling before a stranger, surrendering myself and giving them power over me. I leaned up and gave her cunny a little flick of my tongue. She shifted her stance to part her legs a little. I pressed my mouth against her lips and stuck my tongue as far up into her as I could get it. I began licking up and down her slit, stopping occasionally to plunge inside or flick her clit. I do love to eat pussy. I worked her over for 15 or 20 minutes until she shuddered and grabbed my head, pulling it into her sweetness so tight I couldn't breath. Finally she let go and I backed away.
"Well, I see Monica enjoys your oral attentions, but you've left her poor husband wanting."
I glanced over to see Art sporting a huge erection. Must have been 10 inches at least.
"Go do her husband the same favor" Master suggested.
I crawled over to Art and reached for his cock. I began by licking around the tip several times, then dipping down to lick from his balls, up the underside, to the tip. He moaned slightly at that. Then I took him in my mouth as deep as I could for a few stroke, then backed off and nibble my way down to his balls again. I would take one then the other into my mouth and swirl it with my tongue, then lick my back to the tip and drop down on it, as deep as I cold take it. I had been at this to a while, wondering if/when he was going to come when Master called out "Stop, I have a new idea."
"Monica, bend over the arm of that chair."
She complied, presenting us all with a very nice ass shot.
"OK cockslut, since sucking Art's cock has excited you, put your hard cock in one of those holes, I don't care which" he stated, pointing to Monica's upturned butt.
My cock had hardened again. I wonder when, Monica or Art?
Well, since there was no lube handy, I decided to go for the honey pot. I walked up and buried myself fully into her cunt in 3 strokes.
"Stop moving" Master commanded, "now bend over her back. You can play with her tits if you want."
I leaned over and grabbed a small handful in each hand. I began to teak her nipples, pinching and pulling. I gave one a hard twist and she moaned. Then I heard Master's voice again.
"OK, Art, lube him up and put in his ass. He wanted to know what it felt like to be ass fucked."
I was a little worried, based on the size of Art's cock, but Monica turned her head and whispered to me "just relax and let it happen, it's not that bad."
I noticed her looking to the side. I followed her gaze and realized I could see everything that was happening in the mirrors. I was really getting into the picture when I felt the butt plug being removed and some more of the cold lube being applied. Then I felt Art's cock head press against my cock-virgin hole. He pressed harder and finally got it started in. The farther he went, the more it hurt. I grunted a few times and jerked forward but Monica just kept whispering "take it easy, it gets better soon." And it did. After he was part was in, he stopped and began working it in and out slowly. The pain subsided and a new feeling started to take over. It really did feel good. Damn, why did they hide this feeling from me my whole life. Finally Master commanded Art to stop. I heard more movement, then felt Art grunt a little and lean forward on my back.
After a few more minutes I heard Master's voice "nobody move, just relax, stay still, and let this happen. If either of you guys cums before me, you'll be eating it out of the hole you came in."
Well, this wasn't a good thing, Master had already cum once tonight and I was so hot I was ready to blow at any minute. Oh well, I guess eating out Monica again would be such a bad thing. Then I felt it start. It was a little push from Art. Then another, then another. Master was fucking Monica through me and Art. I felt my dick start to slide deeper into her with each of his thrust. I also felt the rumblings of an orgasm and started thinking about baseball, instead of the sweet tight cunt I was buried in. Finally I couldn't hold back any longer. There was a quick muscle cramp in my back and BAM, I blew my load into Monica's pussy. I heard her crying out "oh yeah, oh yeah" and realized she had been frigging her clit and was cumming herself. About this time the rhythm increased and the pounding became more severe. Finally I felt one hard shove and heard Master cry out "Yyyeeaaahhhh".
We began pulling apart after that. Almost immediately Art started complaining that he was the only on that hadn't cum yet. I was kinda worried that Master would want me to finish off that pole that had been in my ass, but he had other plans.
"OK, cockslut, on the bed, face up. Monica, sixty-nine over him but don't touch his cock. Art, finish in her ass, while he eats his cum from her pussy."
Well, that all sounds well and good but it is damn hard to eat pussy proper when some dude keeps whacking you in the forehead with his balls. Not to mention the odor from my own ass, so I guess I had that coming. I guess it could have been worse. I did enjoy her sweet pussy again (even though it had a distinct taste of my own cum) and she orgasmed once more before Art blew his load deep in her ass. The three of us then collapsed on the bed.
Master gave us a few minutes to recuperate then ordered "everyone in the living room."
We all went in and I knelt on the cushion in front of his chair.
"Kneel" he commanded Monica and pointed to my right, the "kneel" to Art and pointed to my left.
"Cockslut, I want to hear how you honestly feel about your time here and your experiences."
"Master, it has been an experience that I will never forget. Many wonderful new sensations and answers to some of my questions and satisfaction of my curiosities."
"Not too far" he queried
"No sir" I replied
"Well, let's go see about that." He turned to Monica "are you ready?"
"God, I've been ready for a while now Will."
"OK, follow me."
We followed Master into the bathroom. He ordered me into the tub and told me to kneel. He gave Monica a nod and she stepped in, positioning herself in front of me (there was that beautiful mound again).
"Monica has to pee, cockslut. You are going to swallow every drop, then lick her clean, no more than that! If I find any urine on her, you, or the tub, once you've finished, Art and I will also contribute to you thirst. Understand?"
"Yes, sir"
I hesitantly placed my mouth over her sweetness and waited. Finally she let go with a stream. It was a shock and I had to swallow rapidly to keep up. It was very acidic tasting and took a few seconds to get used to it. I did manage to keep up though and once the stream ended, I reached up and flicked my tongue over her slit until none of the acidic taste remained. Then I backed away.
Master was in the process of inspecting my work when we heard the alarm go off. 6:00 already, wow time sure flies when your being abused. Master pronounced me, her, and the tub dry. Art looked disappointed.
Master ordered them to the living room. "OK, that's it for today. You've done well. Usually I provide some pleasurable reward for a good session, but you did get Monica's pussy so I think that's fair. You may use this shower to clean up, then get dressed and leave. Don't talk to anyone on the way out. If I need to again, I'll email you."
And with that he turned and left me standing in the bathroom alone. I took a quick shower and got dressed in my clothes again. On my way out I had to pass through the living room. Monica was sucking Master's cock and Art was licking his balls. I found myself wishing I could stay.
Stay tuned for part 2!
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