Harry's Tale

The story telling went on for over an hour. Miss Samantha had relented a little after twenty minutes and removed the glasses from the palms of my hands. She and Master John then drank the champagne, and she played with his cock, holding his full balls in her hands and dribbling the fizzing liquid over the glistening head of his dick before licking it back up. I had managed to restrain myself while they enjoyed themselves and kept my hands at my sides. My reward meant that my mistress had kissed me on the lips and sucked at my nipples while one of her hands, with its long red nails, ran up and down my now rock hard cock.

 

For the remainder of the hour, as I lay on the floor, she knelt above me and rested herself on my head, her pussy covering my mouth, my nose in the crack of her arse, and I had licked and sucked her to many orgasms. She seemed to know when I was getting panic stricken due to lack of oxygen and would hold herself in position just a few seconds longer than I thought I could bear before raising herself slightly and laughing as I took great gulps of air into my agonized lungs. All this time I knew, however much she was enjoying herself, she was watching me and so I was unable to touch myself and get any relief at all. It didn’t stop her from teasing me though, cupping my balls or flicking the head of my dick and enjoying seeing me squirm.

 

The sexy tales Master John was telling me, of how Miss Samantha had placed him over the bedroom stool, his hands on his head while the very dildo that I had worshipped, and yet been terrified of, had been fucked in and out of his arse, meant I was so desperate to cum myself that I knew it would take very little to set me off.

 

~*~

 

“Thank you, my darling, that was wonderful, don’t you think, Harriet?” Miss Samantha had moved away from me now and I was back on my knees.

 

“Yes, Mistress, I enjoyed it very much.” My hands were in front of me; my Master had positioned them there at the end of his tale. My little dickie was cupped in my palms, but still I wasn’t allowed to touch it, or even move my fingers.

 

“You know, I don’t think he is telling the truth, your stories were extremely erotic and all he can say is that he enjoyed them. You aren’t having a very good day are you, bitch? I think you will need to be punished for the mess at breakfast, your tardiness in the office as well as this.” Miss Samantha suddenly looked very cross with me and I felt my heart sink.

 

“Please, Miss Samantha, I’m sorry about everything that has happened today, I truly am.” I turned my head so I faced my Master, but still didn’t make eye contact with him. “Please, Master John, your stories were wonderful, I want to cum; to play with my little dickie and let my spunk shoot out, and it’s all because of your stories. Please, Sir, Mistress, please let your worthless slave cum.” I crawled over to first my Master and then my Mistress and kissed their toes, hoping to show them how apologetic I truly was before returning to my original position. My cock was straining and throbbing in my hands now and I wanted so much to at least touch it but I knew better.

 

“I think, my worthless boy, you are forgetting something.” Miss Samantha grabbed both my nipples in her fingers and pulled on them hard.

 

“Arghhh, please, Mistress, no, please.” The rings made the agony twice as bad and I wracked my brain to try and see what it was that had slipped my mind.

 

“John, come here and remind him.” My Master did as he was bid and stood beside my Mistress. One hand reached down and began to pull hard on his cock and then he caught the pre-cum glistening on its end and began to lubricate the dildo he held in his other hand with it.

 

“Oh, my God, no, please, no.” I knew, in my desperation, I had agreed to be violated with this thing, I had even set a time limit of ten minutes, but the stories had been so tempting, so sexy, that now, even though I would beg to be excused, the punishment was becoming secondary to my other needs. I was desperate to cum and the humiliation and sensations Master John would cause were soon going to send me over the edge into pleasure and pain and I knew I would be begging again, but this time for release.

 

The occasional table next to Miss Samantha’s armchair had been bought specifically for the job it was about to do. It was exactly the right height, when I leant over it, for my cock and balls to rest against the side while my arse was available for whoever decided to use it. I was instructed to crawl over towards this table and then assume the position. As I did so I saw Miss Samantha kiss Master John lovingly on the lips, one hand rubbing his hard cock whilst the other gently teased his butt cheeks and he tenderly placed his head against her breasts as he began kissing them. I moaned aloud; just once I wished she would treat me that way, be kind, loving and sensual with me, but I also knew that even if she did, in the end I would be begging for her to hurt me, to take me hard, and humiliate me in any way she chose.

 

“My little Harriet, you will be delighted to know I have my camcorder set up. Why should we give you all this pleasure and not be able to show our friends later?”

 

“Thank you, Miss Samantha, your slut is honoured you would share me in this way.” I swallowed hard. While the thought of being watched as a home grown porn star was deliciously exciting I knew the type of friends who would view it would also want use and abuse me for their own pleasure and satisfaction once the film was done. My cock grew harder as I thought about some of the people who would see the show. Two of them, Rick and Jordan, who had been at uni with my Master and I, had a slightly more vanilla relationship than us because they were gay to our bi. Both were over six feet tall, had beautiful bodies and their cocks were to die for. If they got excited by the film who knew what could happen? They had borrowed me in the past and I had suffered excruciating and exhilarating humiliation at their hands.

 

Master John walked slowly over to me knowing I was watching his every move. He had a cock ring of his own on now and his stiff member waved from side to side with each step he took and I wanted to grab hold of it, take it into my mouth and suck hard.

 

“Open wide.” He thrust his dick towards me and, after straightening my back and moving a little way from the table, I did as it was told willingly. I knew he wouldn’t cum, not yet, but the chance to serve him was too good to refuse.

 

“Yes, Master.” I rested him on my tongue before gently sliding my mouth over the head of his cock. There had been a time when I wouldn’t have done this, but that was long past. The first time he had taken me I had known I was a bottom, a sub, at heart and my whole life since that day had been one of submission to my Master and then later to my Mistress as well.

 

“First of all I think he should wear these.” Miss Samantha had moved closer to me again while I had been servicing my Master and I saw she had a pair of leather wrist restraints in her hands. “We don’t want you playing with your little dickie while this is going on, do we?”

 

I looked up at my Master’s face as I continued to suck him and waited for permission to move away. Slowly he nodded his head and then took a step backwards. His beautiful member bobbed against my cheek for a moment before he pushed my head down against the table and pulled my hands behind me.

 

“No, Miss Samantha.” My heart sank. I had been hoping to at least touch myself and introduce some pleasure along with the pain, but obviously that wasn’t to be. I stayed in the awkward position my Master had put me in, head down, butt upwards and waited patiently while I was restrained.

 

“Please, Mistress, could I have my hands in front of me?” My voice was a little muffled by the table, but Miss Samantha knew just what I had said.

 

“Oh, my dear little slave, no, no, no, behind you, where we can see them.” Miss Samantha nodded in Master John’s direction and he immediately pinned my wrists together where he had placed them in the small of my back and I felt the cuffs being put on.

 

“Now, make yourself comfortable over the table, slut, and we can begin.” Master John’s cock had, if anything, got even harder and glistened now with my saliva as I nodded meekly. He was relishing his time in control, as I would have done if it had been me. I watched, once I returned to my original position, as Miss Samantha began to play with her husband’s cock and knew that part of my humiliation would be to stay in position while they fucked each other in front of me. As they began to kiss I let my mind wander, remembering again how I had got where I was today.

 

Christmas Day had been a revelation to me, some of it pleasant and some of it not so. My own family had descended on the living room, ripped open any presents that were there and then disappeared off in different directions just as on any other day. John’s parents however, would have none of that.

 

We ate breakfast and then the three of us were expected to prepare all the food for the main Christmas lunch while John’s mother relaxed in the bath. I found myself peeling potatoes and carrots, John’s dad prepared the bird and he did the Brussels sprouts and made the stuffing. Once everything was either ready to be cooked or roasting away nicely in the oven we were finally allowed into the living room where their beautifully decorated tree stood and his mum had settled herself in what was obviously her chair. Glasses of champagne were handed out and toasts drunk before, one by one, the presents were opened, admired and noted down. The latter for thank you letters I was informed.

 

John had bought three presents for me, and I had two for him. To my surprise his parents had also placed a small gift under the tree with my name on and I stammered out my shocked thanks to them once I had unwrapped it. We were then left to our own devices until lunch was ready. Apparently the rest of that chore would be down to John’s dad who would cook, carve and serve. John and I would be expected to wash up and tidy afterwards.

 

I retired to my room and saw John going into his. After five minutes, which was enough time, I figured, for him to relax and feel comfortable, I went and banged on his door.

 

“Come out, you little slut, my cock wants its Christmas gift.”

 

John appeared, somewhat sheepishly, and nodded.

 

“Yes, Master.” I took his hand and pulled him back to my room where I stood, my back towards the now closed door, and began to speak again.

 

“Strip me down and then remove your own clothes. But don’t you touch yourself, otherwise I may not let you cum until next Christmas, understand, wimp?”

 

“Yes, Master.” John nodded his head and then began to unbutton my shirt. In less than two minutes we were both totally naked and John was on his knees with my cock in his mouth.

 

“What is going on here?” The voice behind us almost scared me half to death. I hadn’t been listening for anyone outside the door and neither had John. He shot to his feet, his hands going to cover his genitals as he looked up in horror at his mother. Then, as if realizing his place, he fell to the floor before her and began babbling about forgiveness and how sorry he was.

 

If I had thought John’s mother was in control downstairs, up here, with my friend powerless before her, she was clearly to be obeyed and feared. Taking a handful of her son’s hair in her hand she pulled him into a semi- upright position, and then grasped him tightly under the chin.

 

“As soon as I let go you will get up. Both of you will then go down into the living room where this will be sorted out.” I reached for my underpants but John’s mother, finally releasing her son, grabbed me by the ear. “Oh no, if you can expose yourself in my bedrooms you can do the same downstairs, now, get.”

 

I instinctively knew better than to argue and, with my head hung and my hands trying to cover myself, I let the dominant woman lead me, still by the ear, out onto the landing and then down the stairs wondering all the time what was going to happen next.

 

“Malcolm, come in here please.” Her voice had returned to its normal quiet and refined levels, which, if anything, scared me even more. Her husband, now, to my surprise, wearing nothing but a pinny, scuttled out of the kitchen and followed us back into the room where only a short while earlier we had all been having such an enjoyable time.

 

“Harry, perhaps you would tell John’s father and myself what you were doing upstairs.” The whole atmosphere had changed, I was on trial, guilty until proven innocent, but I also didn’t know what the hell was going on. John’s father was naked, he obviously deferred to his wife, as did my best friend. I had no idea what to do or say next.

 

“I … we … it was like …” I stammered and stuttered, trying to work out how to get myself out of this mortifying situation and then, to my surprise and further humiliation, I felt my cock beginning to enlarge between my clasped hands.

 

“He wanted me to suck him off and then he was going to fuck my arse. If I did that and did it well he would let me cum too. He does it to me all the time. I have to call him Master or Sir, when we’re alone.” John had no such worries about telling his parents what happened and, even though I knew I was in big trouble, still my dick stayed hard, not as hard as it could get, but then I had hardly touched it.

 

“I see. How do you feel about this, John? Do you want to be Harry’s slave? I’ve always found you a little more strong willed than that.” His mother was standing up now and I could see that she was flushed. It was apparent from this and the tent in John’s dad’s pinny that they were enjoying my discomfort.

 

“I … I don’t have much choice, but I would rather it was a woman telling me what to do, then Harry could be to me what I am to dad.” The smiles on his parents’ faces told me that although I had no idea what he was talking about they were both very pleased to hear him say it.

 

“What would happen if I found you forcing your father to suck you off, John?” His mother’s hand began to caress the belt she had around her waist. It was a plain band of leather but there were long tassels at the end of it. I wanted to ask her to repeat the question; John’s father sucked him off? How could that be? But the image it produced in my mind, with me watching was exciting and forbidden and I longed to know more.

 

“You would have dad spank me, and then you would spank dad for being weak and … and …” John stopped talking, the blush rising from his chest to his hairline as he searched for the words to speak.

 

“And then you would have to cum into your little hand and lick it all up, isn’t that so, John?”

 

“Yes, Mistress Mummy, that is so.”

 

My cock was so hard now that I could feel it pulsating behind my own hands. Part of me was terrified but the rest of me wanted the punishment to be dished out and for me to be a spectator. To my barely concealed delight, initially, it appeared as if that was what was going to happen but in the end it was far more mind blowing than that.

 

“Harry, I think you had better come over here. John, this is your show now.” The woman my friend called Mistress Mummy moved towards me menacingly and I felt myself go cold. “However, it will be your father who will deal with you.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am, thank you.” John had moved over to one of the dining chairs and sat down, then he had indicated that I should join him.

 

“Lay yourself over my lap, your palms should be on the floor.”

 

“No way! You don’t seriously think I’m going to let you touch me again do you?” Suddenly I was angry, I hadn’t done anything wrong, I was gay, and so was their son, if they couldn’t handle it inside their strange family group then tough.

 

“Oh, I think you will reconsider, young man. My son may only be a first year student but you are half way through your second year. Are you really willing to give all that up?”

 

“What? No, of course not, but then my education is hardly an issue here.” I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation with an almost total stranger who was the only person in the room fully clothed.

 

“I beg to differ.” Mrs Downley moved across the room until she was standing right in front of me. She then picked up the tassels of her belt and, moving my hands away, ran them across my hard penis. “How do you think your dean will feel when I call to complain about you raping your room-mate? I would think you would be sent packing before the turkey was gone from his plate.”

 

I was no longer angry now instead I was panicking. A bluff is a bluff, but there was no doubt this lady meant business. I thought of my parents, their Christmases may stink but they were good, hard working people and not only were they very proud of me, they had given up a lot to get me to uni. I couldn’t let them down, not in this way.

 

“What, what do you want me to do?” John’s mother placed her hand under my chin in the same way she had with her son earlier and I looked up into her unflappable but furious face and swallowed hard. “I … I’m sorry, I will leave right away, please, please, don’t call the dean.”

 

“You will not leave, you will take your punishment like the man you purport to be. Then when that is done, you and my son will have a talk about how your relationship is going to go from now on. Is that clear?” The belt was being stroked across my cock and balls again and I was getting harder and harder. I felt like a moth at a flame, I couldn’t drag my eyes away from her face, nor could I step back from her tantalizing teasing. She had me, and she knew it.

 

“Walk over to my son and assume the position he instructed you to take.” I tried to put my hands back over my genitals but this only made Mrs Downley angrier.

 

“Oh, for goodness sake, we all know you are turned on, young man, just do it.” John’s mother was in control of me now and so I hurried to do as I had been told. My cock was hard and sticking out angrily. I so wanted to touch it, but I had an awful feeling that would be part of my later punishment.

 

I made myself as comfortable as I could over John’s knees, feeling his own cock rub up my thigh as mine did the same to him, still not believing I was willingly going through with this. Well, as willingly as any blackmail victim does things.

 

“Have you ever been spanked before?” John’s voice was different, no longer was he the submissive half of our partnership, and although I wasn’t sure about anything that was happening to me I felt a change come over me as I replied.

 

“No, Master John, never.” I saw both of his parents smile as I spoke, it was clear that the title was acceptable to them.

 

“Well, for this you will receive fifteen smacks, by hand, and you will thank me and beg for more each time. Do you understand?”

 

“No, I won’t do that.” I wriggled and struggled, trying to get free as a small part of me rebelled against my treatment; I handed it out, I didn’t receive it, but all that got me was a hard kick on the shins and the sudden pressure of two sets of hands as they held me down.

 

“Do I need to repeat my instructions for you?”

 

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard before shaking my head. Thanking and begging for punishment had never turned me on before, in fact it had never entered my head as anything other than something I had others do, but now, maybe because I knew I had no choice, I readily agreed. Even so, the words still stuck in my throat and my voice was croaky as I finally replied.

 

“No, Master John, I’m sorry.”

 

“About time.” The voice was hard, and then, as I tensed up,

 

THWACK

 

“Thank you, Master John, please, may I have another?” I had never been smacked as a child and the first slap didn’t really register on my slightly numb brain.

 

THWACK

 

“Ow! Thank you, Master John, please, hit me again.” What was I saying? I didn’t like this, couldn’t possibly like this, but even though it hurt there was a part of me that wanted it to continue.

 

THWACK

 

“Ohhhh,” The third one really hurt and I felt myself tremble. “Please, Master John, hit me harder.” Again I surprised myself, but no one else in the room, that I could see, looked the least bit shocked.

 

John, or Master John as I now seemed to be calling him, had done just as I asked; his hand must have hurt as well by the time we finished. By then, my tears were flowing freely and my sobs made thanking and begging much harder to do.

 

“Sit.” Master John indicated the front door mat, which must have been brought in while I was being punished. It was made of the same material as a hard broom and my tears increased as I did as I was told.

 

John’s father then spanked his son five times. It seemed that because he had carried out his own punishment session so well he had almost escaped being reprimanded at all.

 

“So, boy, let’s see what your little dickie can do, shall we?” Master John was back in control again. His arse wasn’t as red and painful as mine, but I know he had felt his father’s hand. Now he wanted to impress on me that I was the lowest of the low not only in this house but in our relationship as well.

 

“Please, Master John, don’t make me.” I had realised as I watched the second punishment that I was far more turned on than I had ever been as a Dom and I wanted to cum so badly, I wanted to masturbate too, but to start with, for some reason, I needed to beg.

 

“You don’t want to?” A smile flickered over Master John’s face and I shook my head quickly.

 

“No … I mean yes, but … alone, we could do it alone.” I knew that Master John’s relationship with his parents was way different to mine, and I found myself responding to it and wanting to perform for them, but again I wanted to be forced. Now that the first part of my punishment was over I was so sexually excited that I would have suffered it again had they offered.

 

“Hmmm, I don’t know, you don’t sound very sincere to me.” Master John even rubbed his chin, joining in the game, enjoying every moment of it, as were his parents. I could see John’s father was trying to stroke himself without being noticed and his mother was sat now, sliding her hand up her leg beneath her skirt.

 

“Please, Master John, please.” I moved off the painful mat, fell to my knees before him and looked up. “I will cum for you, but not here, please, Sir, let me share this with you alone. Please, I beg you.”

 

My new master crouched down so we were looking into each other’s eyes. He then leant over and kissed me gently on the lips before reaching out and grabbing my testicles.

 

“Arghhh, no, Master, please.” My words ended in a scream as with a final twist of his hand Master John released me, pushing me to the floor as he did so. He was in charge, things would never return to the way they were. With that one act of torture my first and only Master showed me that he was now the boss and, as my eyes filled with tears, I knew I was lost.

 

“No, you little slut, you will not escape. Now, on your knees and begin. And if you are not loud enough, or not enjoying it enough, you will do it again.” Master John picked up the camcorder he had been given for Christmas and, as my hand began to stroke my shaft, he started to film.

 

“Mmmm, ohhh, God.” My moans got louder as I got harder and harder. I had never been quiet when having sex, and I had never wanted a quiet partner either. Now though, in this position, kneeling in the middle of a strange living room with my Master and his parents watching me, I was so turned on I couldn’t have kept quiet if my life depended on it. My cock was slick with pre-cum as my hand slid up and down it, the heat and the friction sending me hurtling towards my goal. “Ohhh, yes, please, Sir, please … may I cum?”

 

“Not yet, I don’t think you have played long enough, you will carry on a little while more.”

 

I was so close, I had never stopped myself from cumming before and in the end the only think I could think of to prevent the inevitable was to slow everything down.  I grasped my dick hard at the base and stopped all other movement for a moment until I felt the urgency disappear.

 

“Good boy, now bring yourself to the brink again.” Master John smiled at me and I felt my heart swell along with my cock, all that mattered at that moment was pleasing him.

 

“Yes, Master.” It was a good job I’d been told to stay on my knees because I knew my legs wouldn’t hold me any other way. I pumped at my cock, lubricating it again and moving faster and faster until I was ready to explode.

 

“Master, please.”

 

“Please what? Be clear, my little slut, or I won’t know what you are talking about!”

 

“Cum, Master, please, let me cum.” The words came out as a sob; I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop, not again.

 

“Very well. You may cum, but catch it, because you will lick it all up from wherever it falls.”

 

“Arghhh!” My cry was loud and urgent and, although I tried, the first two spurts from my dick shot away across the floor before I could get a hand up to catch them. The rest of my spunk I managed to gather up but my body was wracked with convulsions from my climax and as I fell in a heap, shaking and crying, it slid onto the beautiful wooden floor beside me and waited for me to swallow it down.

 

My Master gave me a minute or two to get myself back under control before reminding me with a hard smack on my bottom about the clean up job. Once I had licked it all up and shown my audience the white cream resting on my tongue I was told to swallow. I had never done so before but now was willing to try anything. I then opened my mouth again and when Master John saw it was empty he sent me to my room and told me to await him there.

 

I knew I shouldn’t think back, it only got me excited, and in my current predicament that wasn’t a good idea. Miss Samantha and Master John were kissing again, although I knew they would soon be returning to the table. As I tried to change my position a little my beautiful Mistress looked over at me.

 

“Ahhh, my sweet slut, anxious to get started are we?” She picked up the dildo and walked towards me. Its pale colour matched her skin tones almost exactly and she often used it with a strap to fuck both Master John and I. Tonight though it was only me and I knew my arse would get undivided attention.

 

“It appears your little toy has dried out while we’ve been busy. Do you want to suck it and make it wet again, or should we use it this way?”

 

“Let me suck it, Mistress, please.” I opened my mouth in readiness and, with a light laugh, Miss Samantha fed the huge beast between my teeth. She kept going until I was gagging with the feel of the plastic against the back of my throat and then she began to move it in and out all the while using her other hand to flick and pinch my nipples, which she knew would drive me closer and closer to an early ejaculation. The noises I was forced to make as my throat was violated were obviously turning my Master on because he stood next to his wife and Mistress slowly stroking his cock and I wished with all my heart that I was going to take that instead of this impostor.

 

“Very well, bitch, I think we’re ready.” The spittle left my mouth in a long string still attached to the phallus and Miss Samantha rubbed it onto the plastic.

 

“Thank you, Mistress, for letting me suck your cock.”

 

My Mistress laughed and then turned to her husband.

 

“My dear, I think this is yours.” She handed it to Master John and then sat in front of me on the chair, her legs wide and her shaved pussy glistening and swollen with arousal.

 

I felt Master John slide his tongue down the crack between my cheeks before concentrating on my tight little hole. He licked and sucked on it before rolling his tongue and beginning to force it inside.

 

“Ohhh.” I couldn’t help myself, the sensations were wonderful, and when my Master did this to me I would agree to do anything in return.  I felt him blow against my skin for a moment and then he was gone and in his place was his thumb which he not so gently inserted into my anus. My muscles tried to resist but suddenly he was in me and found myself pushing back against him. He then spat on my skin and I heard him suck his fingers before pushing in another digit and spreading my hole wide.

 

“Arghhh, please, Master, please, now, let me feel you in me, please.” I hoped if I pleaded he would relent and fuck me himself, but instead I felt the head of the large intruder, which was going to be in me for at least ten minutes.

 

“Relax, then we will both enjoy it.” His hand eased around to my front and I moved away from the table a bit. His fingers, which had just been stroking the inside of me, now caressed my little dickie and as I revelled in that pleasure he pushed hard on the dildo and I felt my anus resist again before suddenly letting it in.

 

“Urghhh, please, Master.” His fingers still played with me as gradually he pushed more and more of the phallus in. The fake balls at the end finally touched my skin and I knew it was all the way inside. As soon as that happened he let go of my cock and began to slowly take the dildo back out again. Then, with a slap on my arse, he forced it back in, it was only an inch or two but it pushed me against the table and I cried out with the pain and pleasure of it all.

 

Miss Samantha was now running her fingers into her pussy and the noise of her arousal was turning me on more and more. The entire dildo was lubricated and sliding in and out with more ease than before and suddenly I knew I could take it in silence no longer.

 

“Oh yes, yes, Sir. Fuck me, fuck your little bitch hard!” Part of the loathing was the knowledge that this piece of plastic could turn me into the wanton slut my master knew I was. Now, as he did as he had been asked and pummelled my arse with the monster I curled my restrained hands into fists and cried out again.

 

“More, Sir, more.”

 

“Like this, you cockslut?” My own cock slammed against the table, my balls banging against the edge of the wood over and over and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. 

 

“Oh, God, Sir, Madam, now, please, let me cum now.”

 

“No, my little whore, you may not.” The dildo was pulled further and further out of me and I waited for it to be pushed back in but instead I was left feeling empty and gaping.

 

“Sir, no, please, I need to cum.” I wanted to cry but then I felt my Master’s hands on my hips and instead of the cold plastic the heat of his own cock warmed my body as he pushed it inside of me.

 

“Oh yes, Sir, yes, fuck me with your big hard prick.” I humped backwards as my Master forced himself inside me, his balls slapping against my skin and his hands holding me in place. Hard and fast he reamed my arse until suddenly, without warning he began to grip me even tighter.

 

“Cum, slut, show me your cum, now, arghhh!” Master John loosened his grasp on me and, grabbing my hair to pull me back from the table, jammed into me one last time. I roared out my release and the spunk shot across the surface, once, twice, three times as my eyes rolled back and I saw the power and ecstasy in my Master’s face as I felt him fill my arse with his own load.

 

As soon as we stopped shooting he let go of my hair and I collapsed back across the table. My cum was in my face, on my chest and stomach but I didn’t care. He had fucked me, hard, and I had loved it. I couldn’t have been happier.

 

T.B.C.