Bedroom Closet

S___ had given me more instruc­tions.  I was to unlock an ankle and turn so that my head was hang­ing off the side of the bed.  He wanted his cock all the way down my throat now.  I quickly move and wait, mouth open.  With­out words he comes into the room and slides that amaz­ing cock right where he wanted it.  Fur­ther, he tells me, take it in fur­ther, and I do.  He is fill­ing my mouth, I am immo­bile, impaled.  He slips his cock out and leads me to suck­ing his balls and lick­ing his ass.

Every­thing is over tak­ing me.  I am drip­ping wet, my nip­ples like stones.  Still suck­ing, I cant con­cen­trate, my thoughts are every­where, my body is barely doing what is told.

“Turn me over, hands and knees, spank me, cum on my ass.” I beg, please.  S___ thinks I should wait. No, please, please, cum on my ass, spank me, please.  I plead with him until he orders me up.  His sharp hand feels incred­i­ble, leav­ing a bright red sting.  I feel him stroking him­self faster and faster, rub­bing his cock over my ass, teas­ing my ass hole.

I am cum­ming from the action, from the ideas.  He cums hard, shoot­ing all over my ass, drip­ping into my pussy.  Cum­ming so hard he hits my back, the back of my neck.  Cov­ered with him. I feel his tongue on my ass­hole again and melt.  Drunk with pleasure.

He plans on keep­ing me at a boil tonight.  Cur­rently I’m about boil­ing over.  Tonight I’m his cum slut.  I’ve begged for it and will take what­ever he gives me and do what­ever I am told.

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