I felt it enter me, the cock head widening me farther than her fingers did, but she was slow, and a good ass fucker. I had had my ass fucked before, and I had learned that with my own thick cock that patience is something that needed to be learned so that the receiver could adapt to the width of the invading probe. I pushed back a little trying to push with my anus so that I could get her in better. She pushed again and then again. The second time she even pushed me so that half my thigh was actually on top of the bed and my feet were off the floor completely – I felt the gravity pulling me back and with one more shove “UGH” – it was in, oh my! – to the hilt! “Hold still baby, get used to it.” She did not have to tell me twice, my butt was on fire with the pain of being stretched that much, but I also was proud that I had all of her in me. She started bouncing me a little but soon was bouncing me hard so that I was sliding up and down that cock, I knew that the end of that rubber cock must have been pressing against her clit, because she was really getting into it. I could really feel that she was fucking me, and that it was SHE in me, and not just a plastic extension of herself. Her hands moved from my hips to my shoulders – then further out to hold down my wrists (my hands were grasping at the bed cover) as she did I felt the weight of her body and the softness of her breasts at my back. What an erotic feeling that was, to feel those breasts, like over filled water balloons, between us so that she was riding on their give. I could even hear her breath race, I was in too much pain, joy, to cum I thought – but with the sounds of her getting off right there at my ear, I felt it rise in me again. GROANNNNN it came out of me –as squealed for me and let me know that somehow she was cumming too. “Ohhhh God that was great!” she yelled out to the gods to hear. “Oh my fucking God! Oh, my – I need you to lick me all up now “A”! I was a man possessed, I had no feeling of my own now, and I just wanted to please. I just sort of slid off the bed, the covers of the bed and my stomach covered with my own spunk, which now smeared up to my chest. I got down on my knees in front of her and started helping her out of her strap on and her hot pants. I could see just a bit of blood on her cock as it was there in front of me, and I could tell from my ass that it was ripped a bit, but not too bad, it still felt good, but even though it felt empty I did not want anything in there at all. Her aroma was intoxicating. The shorts that she had on, had kept her wetness there in her pussy as she sweated fucking the living daylights out of me. I would imagine that this was more pungent then she normally was, but I had to have my face in there, she pushed my face in there as the pants came down to her ankles – kicking them off one foot at a time but keeping my mouth to her muff. “YES” she was still speaking loudly – too loudly for the size of her room, “yes, there, lick my clit, yes stick it in me, use your fingers you bastard.” Her hips started to fuck my face and I felt my nose almost break with the force, but I wanted to make her cum again. “YESSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” Yes, I had made her cum; or rather she had fucked my face till she had cum herself, masturbating on my face as it was. “Get on the bed right now!” I did I moved onto the middle of the bed, on my back. Seeing her this wild just got me hotter, my cock was sticking up and hard. She straddled my thighs and slammed her pussy down on my cock, and it parted her like butter. She was so wet inside there was no friction at all, but she bounced on me and fucked me so that her pelvic bones were bouncing off of each other – her hair was wild, SHE was wild. She was chanting, “fuck” as she fucked me. I pushed up my hips making sure that all of me was there, and making sure that she was being filled. She had her fingers on her nipples, pulling and pinching them as she continued to bounce. “AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” She came again, I knew that sound, and it was the sound of the animal in her released. She had gotten to that point that I have so many times when I have cum deep inside someone, as I became the beast.
Her bustier was almost off and she sort of got the rest of it off and flung it to the side of the room. Her breath was ragged, as she was coming down from her high. “Let’s get under the sheets,” she told me, and her naked body was behind me as she spooned me. I started thinking that this was very much how I would sleep with some one –but them in MY arms, but I was in hers. I was the lamb being protected by the lion tonight. My ass was sore, my body tired, and I felt happy and exhausted as I heard her breathing calm down to something that I knew was sleep.
*****End Day One******
The room was mostly dark when I woke, but you could see a little ambient light peaking from the sides of the curtains knowing that the sun was out already. Owwwe my ass ached still; I could see the big cock that had fucked me on the floor on the rug that was on my side of bed. It was still unbelievably big, and I was thinking it was pushing my own cum inside of me! I did need to go to the bathroom, so I slipped out from under my Mistress’s arm careful not to wake her, and walked to the main door. I wanted to use the other restroom so that I did not disturber her when I flushed. I closed the door after me as I exited her room and the kitchen was bright in front of me. I thought about making some breakfast for us both, as I past the kitchen and headed for the restroom. I was marveling at the house, how simple and functional it was. It was like it was taken out of history, a classic farmhouse. I thought back on the conversations that my Mistress and I had prior to coming out here for the weekend. She had received a trust fund when she was 23, and had bought this house then. She had a good attorney that helped her invest in some venture capital, which panned out for her. She did not have to work, other than running her baby farm. She raised most of her own vegetables. She sold some too and traded others. I knew that she had some other subs that were part of her life, and I felt lucky that I had captured her eye a bit. She liked how I wrote she said, she said it was sort of an excited rambling, which really put you there. She liked that I tried to have no limits when I wrote, and she really did like my artwork too. She said more than once that the images were very erotic and sensual. She was a sensual person too and respected it in others. She had told me as a Mistress she tried to make her subs FEEL new things, and sense them. Encompassing the word “sensual’ to its fullest.
In the bathroom I sat instead of standing to relieve my bladder – and I notice a piece of my artwork framed in the bathroom. Wow! I was humbled again that she enjoyed them so much. I guess that is how this whole weekend stared. She had challenged me to do some artwork of men in submissive positions, saying that she loved what I did with the curves of women, but that men could be sensual too. I told her that I sometimes have a hard time seeing the sensual side of men, but then she said, “Look at yourself.” It was a heavy statement for me, because I did think of myself as a sensual man, but in a submissive position? I told her again I did not have the right perspective for that, and she challenged me to do it anyway. Not to be one that ever walks away from a challenge – I did some. The response I got was very favorable; somehow I had captured the spirit, especially with the couple poses that seemed to touch more people the others. My host’s conversations with me grew from that time, challenging me, and she would playful say that she would be the one that could get me in touch with that submissive side. I liked her, and her looks were the kind made me nuts. I hated that I did not really have a chance at all yesterday to suckle or handle her breasts, which I knew she knew how much they teased me. I guess she was right, she really was putting me in touch with my submissive side, but honestly too, I had always had a healthy respect for people that have earned it from me. And respect could lead to some behavior that might seem submissive, but it was a show of respect. (Ok I was starting to think to myself that the show of respect is the first trait that good sub must show – they MUST respect their Master or Mistress – this was good – I was learning). After I was done urinating, I fingered my sore ass a bit, just to see if I could feel any tear or anything. It did hurt, but nothing felt out of place, and the pain was dying away, like a bruise it was becoming, and I know sometimes you just have to work past something to get it to a place where it did not hurt any more. I was not looking forward to having my ass fucked today – but having it licked sounded like heaven!
I got out of the bathroom after sort of picking it up a little; straightening it up after the wonderful bath my Mistress had given me last night. I folded the towels and then went out back into the kitchen. I heard something and went to the window – I saw Captain running, and I was then able to see a car come down the long drive way. I was there naked in my Mistress’s kitchen and she was having someone come over? I wanted to see who it might be before I ran back into the bedroom to wake up my Mistress or grab something to wear (where were my clothes anyway? I have not worn anything since I peed on my clothes yesterday, and I did not see my bag in her bedroom). I saw her pull up beside my car, and I say her, because I could tell it was a young woman (but a bit older the me) – from the kitchen window I was looking out of. As she got out of the car I could tell that Captain and she were good friends because he was bouncing around her and she was smiling and petting him. She was almost to the door and I was still there naked. Oh what the hell. I waited there and in she walks. She kept Captain outside though I could hear him whining because he wanted to be in, but she was inside and smiling and beaming. She was maybe twenty-one and wearing some jean shorts and a tube top that was stretched over her C + breasts. I was watching them jiggle, unrestrained by anything other than the tube top, as she turned to me and say “Oh, Hello”, a cheerful voice, her eyes giving me a once over and still smiling. “You’re…….. “, she hesitated searching for a name. “Mistress calls me “A”” I said, figuring that whoever this girl was, she was cool with what was going on here. “”A”, huh, well nice meeting you I’m “Puppy”” she said not stopping, moving with energy that light the house up more than just the sunshine that was streaming in. She did not miss a beat or stop at all; he was on a mission. She was pulling her tube top over her head as she was telling me her name at the same time she was kicking off her tennis shoes. Next came her shorts and her panties all in one quick movement as she bent down and mooned me with her wonderful round ass. Then she got on her hands and keens by Mistress’s door, (naked) and pawed at the door and yipped like a small puppy.
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