Blake Michaels - Ass Reaming

I opened my lips, opened them wide.

It slid in.

I slowly worked my tongue around it, feeling its hardness slip around in my mouth.

I pulled more of his sac into my mouth. Soon I felt his other nut approach my mouth.

So, I opened my mouth wider and let the other ball slide in.

My mouth was full. My cheeks were bulging. My tongue was working madly.

My jaws were working cautiously, lest I bite too hard. I worked my jaws from side to side, up and down, grinding the meat of his sex between my lips.

I saw the crack of his ass over me. I buried my nose in the bottom of it.

The smell of perspiration mingled with the smell of shit. I was at once revulsed and attracted.

The smell wasn't really too bad, after all. In fact it was rather intriguing.

I turned my body so that I was sitting on the floor, my legs spread, my head back, buried beneath his balls. My tongue licked at the spot between his balls and his ass.

My nose was just a little way from his ass hole.

"Yeah, hot bitch! Yeah… " He was beginning to moan now, too. His passion was getting to him. He was letting me have him.

I wanted him!

Cautiously, I bent my head back a little more, bracing my hands on the cheeks of his ass.

I slipped closer to his ass.

My nose touched it. I hesitated. I inhaled. It was heavenly.

It was delicious.

I buried my nose in it and pressed it against the right ring of his ass. I shoved and pushed, tried to sink my nose in. But it wouldn't go.

I moved my mouth back farther, keeping my dripping tongue out, wetting his crack as I moved.

My tongue touched the tight ring, wetting it, and then pushed against it.

At first it was tight. It was tightly puckered. I couldn't enter it.

Then he bent forward. His ass cheeks spread. His ass hole relaxed.

My tongue began to slip in.

I prodded and poked, making short little jabbing motions. And each time I did, my tongue probed him a little deeper.

"Suck it, you slut!" he said. "Suck it into that face of yours. Suck it into your filthy mouth. Lick it out."

I did as I was bade.

I sucked hard… harder.

It moved into me. The whole ring came into my mouth.

I held my tongue stiff and steady, breathing the odor from his hairy ass crack. As he pressed his ass against my face, my tongue moved into the warm depths of his ass hole. It seemed as if I were pulling, sucking and pushing, all at the same time, trying to taste as much of his bowels as I could. I couldn't get enough.

After a minute, my tongue was as far as it would go. Still, it wasn't far enough. I wanted more. I could feel him tightening the ring of muscle at the entrance. His ass hole contracted, grasping my embedded tongue. It held my tongue tightly, pulling it even farther from my mouth. Keeping it lodged inside his warm, moist ass hole, I opened my lips wide to breathe. At the same time, I began fucking him, sliding my tongue in and out as best and as deeply as I could.

At the same time, I played with his cock, grasping the warm, throbbing hardness in my first. I could hear him grunting with passion as I manipulated it, rubbing my hand up and down the rigid length. With my other hand, I cupped and squeezed his sensitive balls, hefting their weight, feeling them fill with a thick, scalding load of sperm.

My tongue was beginning to tire inside his anus, but I couldn't release it completely. His muscles were holding it tight. It wouldn't come out, but then, I didn't really want it to.

I could feel his nuts tightening in their sack and 1 knew that he was on the verge of coming so I released his cock from my grasp. Just then, he loosened his ass hole and broke away from me.

"Come on," he said, "let's go into the bedroom where we can really get with it."

The bedroom was fantastically beautiful. It was large, and had windows on two sides. He was completely secluded from the other tenants. On one side was the bathroom and dressing room. On the other side was his living room.

The room was as good as soundproof.

The bed was huge. It was covered by a black leather sheet.

The wall opposite the foot of the bed was covered with mirrors which had been obscured by heavy drapes until he had pulled them back.

"On the bed," he ordered, emotionless. I complied.

"On your stomach!"

I rolled onto my stomach.

Quickly, before I could turn or object, he had grabbed my wrists and snapped a pair of handcuffs on them. They were locked behind me.

Just as quickly, he snapped a pair of shackles on my feet. I spread my legs and discovered that there was a length of chain about a foot long between my ankles. I could only hobble if I tried to walk.

"Now, cunt, we'll see how badly you really want it. Tell me," he said, "Tell me how you want it… "

I heard the sudden whistling sound and felt the sharp slap of a broad leather belt.

He was standing beside the bed with his cock in one hand the other hand was holding a mean looking garrison belt.

"How badly do you want it?" he sneered, shoving his cock forward.

"Badly," I moaned.

"Bad enough to have some more belt?" he asked.

I hesitated.

"Answer me! he shouted, angrily, "Yes… "

The belt cut me short. It crashed into my ass and I could feel the stinging welt it was raising.

"Bad enough to have some more belt?" he asked again.

"Yes… "

Again the belt hissed me. This time on the other ass cheek. It burned. It hurt.

But it felt good.

"More?" he asked.

"I want to be fucked!" I shouted back.

"More?" he asked again, as though I had not even spoken one word.

"More," I echoed, resigning myself to him.

"Let me hear you beg for it," he taunted.

"More… belt… I want… more belt." I continued. "Belt… belt… more… give me more… "

My voice was going off on its own. I wasn't thinking of the words… they were coming of their own accord.

I got more belt. Hard. Over and over. My ass was tingling. Burning. It was hot. It was burning up.

And I heard myself talking…

"Oh, more… give me more.,. more of the belt… whip me… whip me."

"Who am I?"

I heard him ask me. I knew what I was supposed to say…

"My master," I intoned, seriously, eagerly. "You are my bond-master… my boss… my cock… you are my… "

And again the belt cut me short. It lashed across both my buttocks, low, and I could feel it cutting the flesh.

I didn't want to look. I only wanted to feel.

I could feel my hips working. I could feel them shoving the cheeks of my ass upward, toward the source of my pain and my joy.

I wanted, suddenly, to be beaten unmercifully.

"Oh, hell," I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Beat me. Make me yours. Make my body cry. Make it hurt. Make it yours… whip me… beat me! Beat me! Beat me!"

I screamed my plea over and over. And over and over he complied.

I watched him as he beat me. His one hand worked methodically on his cock, skinning it back and then moving forward, forcefully, seductively, pressing the skin forward, increasing the size of the glistening glob of juice clinging to the head.

His other hand was swinging loosely with his arm, grasping the big belt firmly.

He was looking down on my body. His eyes flew over the length of my body. They were glazed. They were seeing through me.

There was a cruel smile on his wet lips. His breath came fast. He was impassioned.

He hit me again.

I whimpered under him. Enjoying the feel of the pain in a way I never dreamed I could.

"Beg, bitch… beg for your master to love you… let me hear you beg… "

I begged.

"Yes… yes, that's it… whip me… prove to me that you're my master… prove that I'm yours… whip me… whip me… oh, please… whip me!"