Blake Michaels - Ass Reaming

And a strange thing happened.

I returned to his cock.

I should have stopped, right there. I should have gotten to my feet and put a stop to it.

But, strangely, I found it exciting.

That tingling sensation to my back and ass was absolutely exciting! Where it should have hurt, it felt good. I wanted more.

I got it.

This time, I heard the swish of the thongs as they flew through the air. I felt their delicate sharpness as they bit into the tender flesh of my back.

I twitched, a natural reaction.

But then I relaxed again, and I moaned ecstatically.

"You filthy, no-good whore," I heard him say. "You no-good cunt. You slobbering bitch! You're nothing but a cocksucker, a motherfucking cock-sucker!"

Swish, zap! He hit me the third time.

The thongs bit me again and again.

Each time they struck me, I would jab my face into his crotch, bucking up into him like a calf at its mother's teat, beating the milk from her udder.

Gently, I took his briefs into my mouth, between my teeth. I began lowering my head, pulling them with me.

"Yeah, cunt," I heard him whisper hoarsely. "Yeah, take 'em off, bitch. Undress your stud. Bare that cock, that great, big cock that you want. Bare that hard cock!"

I lowered my head further, feeling his shorts resist. I felt them stretch, still clinging to his body, as though they were reluctant to leave the closeness of his hot skin.

I pulled and tugged, but they would not give.

And then, he hit me again. My sudden, violent twitch achieved the result I could not alone achieve.

His shorts slid from his hips. They went downward, lower and lower.

The black bush of his pubic hair came into full view. It sprang up like a wire brush, coarse, curly and shiny with his perspiration.

Quickly, I turned his briefs loose and raised myself to bury my nose in that hair. The smell of his male animalness permeated my mind. My skin tingled. My tongue came out and I lapped at him, hungrily.

I lapped at him as though I was absolutely starved.

"Oh," I moaned. "It's beautiful! Its warm and delicious. I love it. I love it!"

"Sure you love it, cunt," he said. "Sure you love it. That's the very thing you were made for, to love it. You were made to be its slave, to clean it, to make love, to lick it and suck, suck, suck it!"

His voice sounded lost, distant, and impersonal. It sounded as though he were speaking to no one and yet everyone.

But I was intensely excited. I licked harder.

Swish! The thongs kissed me again, sharply. I could feel their thready trail criss-cross on my back. I could feel the little paths of their previous contact between my ass cheeks. I could feel them heating up, burning and stinging.

It was painful.

It was glorious.

It was delicious.

I moaned like an animal in heat.

"Like that, don't you?" he asked, directing his words toward me. "You really like that, don't you?"

I started to answer, but before I could, he hit me again. Instead of speaking, I whimpered, deliciously.

The words weren't there.

The sound of my whimpering seemed far distant. It seemed to trigger me to further depravity.

His cock glowed amid the blackness of his pubic hair. The solid flesh came more and more into view as I tugged his briefs down.

First the very base, broad and flat, ridged by the gristle and veins that spelled male.

Then the length of it came into view. First only an inch. Then two. Then three.

I couldn't wait. Again, I turned my efforts to his crotch. My tongue was lapping greedily at the fleshy piece of meat. My teeth grazed it.

"You filthy cunt. You no good slave. Cock is what you want, isn't it? Isn't it?"

Before I could answer, the thongs made love to me again. My body twitched, violently.

My tits beat rhythms against my chest, in time to the movements of my body.

Until this very instant, I had not even given a thought to my cunt.

But its presence suddenly crashed into my mind.

It was hot.

It was wet.

It was twitching and throbbing in anticipation of its master.

"Oh, fuck me," I heard myself saying. "Oh, give me that cock up my ass, baby. I need that cock, that great big cock."

"You like that big cock?" he teased. "You want that cock? You want it up your sweet little ass hole? Wall, do you?"

"Oh, yes," I moaned. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Then, beg for it!" he spat, his voice hard again. "Beg for it, dog! Beg!"

Again the thongs crashed into the flesh of my ass. The cheeks quivered. They stung. They were painful. But I didn't want him to stop.

I wanted his cock and I would do anything for it. I would let him beat me, if that's what he wanted. Anything, just as long as I could feel his cock in me.

"Finish what you started," he said, shoving his groin forward once again.

And again I took his briefs in my mouth and tugged downward. I wanted to bare him. I wanted to strip him.

That's what he wanted.

That's what I wanted.

My eyes were glued to his pubic area so that I could see it clearly as I came into view. His cock hidden by the material. His mammoth cock had to be uncovered.

It grew longer and still longer.

I teased myself by pulling the material slowly, very slowly. I wanted to savor every millimeter of his hardened flesh.

The material slowly slipped lower, down over the hard cheeks of his masculine ass, down over the firm flesh of his thighs, his cock became even fatter and larger.

The cock pushed forward, against the material, the outline of its head showing clearly through the material.

My eyes watched it ravenously., It climbed closer and closer to the elastic of his waistband as the shorts were lowered over his legs.

Suddenly, with a snapping sound, it broke free and sprang up, dancing horizontally out from his body. It twitched and it throbbed. And on the tip, I could see the shiny presence of passion. His passion…

Quickly, I pulled the shorts lower, taking one of his feet in my hand and lifting it so that it would slip out of the briefs. Then I lifted the other one.

He was finally free.

His body was completely naked.

He was now completely mine.

"Look at it!" he said, as I approached his prick. ' 'Look at it and worship it!"

I complied, with the aid of his rawhide thongs.

"Oh, you wonderful cock," I spoke to it. "Oh, you beautiful piece of meat!"

Each time I spoke to it, the cock would throb and twitch restlessly.

"Oh, I love you. I adore you. You're my one and only cock."

"That's it, you filthy son of a bitch! Tell it. Tell it who's master here. Talk to it! Talk!" he said, bringing his stinging lash down onto my back again.

"Oh, my loving cock, my master, fuck me! I want you to feel good, hot and wet, up in my ass. I want you to poke me, to stab my ass, my juicy hole. More and more of you will go in my ass, until all of you is completely in!"

I continued talking, words spilling from my slobbering lips.

My own words incited me further.

My own words acknowledged my submission to him and to his cock.

"Now kiss it on the head, but don't touch the wetness. Kiss it. Go on, kiss it!" he insisted, dragging the thongs over my sensitive flesh.

I did as I was told. I raised off my hands and kissed it on the top of its head, as though I were some maid paying homage to a cobra. I kissed it delicately.

I licked it lovingly and passionately.

I didn't touch the wetness, but I wanted to. I wanted to taste it.

"Now the balls," he ordered. "Kiss the balls. They're your gods, too. They're part of your master. Show your respect."

I scrambled under his protruding cock and took the loose skin of his sac into my mouth. I kept pulling, sucking it in. And then I felt the hardness of one of his balls against my lips.