Blake Michaels - Ass Reaming

What had come over me? I was playing the role of a masochist.

And I was loving it. I was wallowing in the deliciousness of the slick, sticky leather under me. I was tingling at the pain behind me. I loved the feeling of the restraints on my body.

I was a macochist.

"Now what do you want, you shit-eating piece of dirt," he asked.

I looked hungrily at his cock and the huge drop of clear fluid beginning to drop from the head of his prick.

"That's what I want," I said… "That's it the love juice. I want it on my tongue… I want to taste it… I want to lick it from you… "

I thought at first that he was going to let me have it. He leaned his body forward, over the bed and continued to massage his throbbing tool.

The drop grew in size. He was milking more of that lubricating juice out of his cock. It was hanging in a great blob by a luminous thread of liquid.

It extended further and further, lower and lower. I wanted it. I tried to move my body over so that I'd be under him.

But the shackles stopped me.

"Oh," I said, involuntarily. "Please… please let me have it… I want it I want your cock."

But he wouldn't.

I saw it come lower and lower, closer and closer to the leather covering.

And then the drop fell loose. It fell to the leather and lay there in a huge puddle.

"Now, you cock eater!" he spat at me. "Lick it up."

I didn't need the encouragement his belt gave my ass. But I accepted it, willingly.

I squirmed over the bed and planted my lips on the puddle. My tongue lapped it up, licking off the leather sheet until there was no trace of his juice.

"Well? "he asked.

Again I knew, somehow, what he expected me to say. "Thank you, master," I intoned. "Thank you for your juice… Thank you… thank you,… thank you… "

Tears were filling my eyes. I was really grateful for this man letting me have his juice. I really felt like he had done me a great favor.

"Now," he said, "How would you like to taste this cock? How would you like to feel it in your fucking throat? How would you like it down your throat, nun?"

"Oh, anything," I said. "Anything at all."

"Good," he answered. "But first, we have to take care of that little cunt of yours, don't we?"

"Oh, yes," I said, remembering my hot cunt. It was aching to be filled. It was dripping wet.

"What would you like up there, slave?" he asked me.

"Anything," I said. "Anything at all. Please fill it… fill it… give it anything… "

I was grinding my hips into the mattress, pushing the lips of my swollen pussy hard against the bed.

My tits were mashed under me and I didn't care. I delighted in the feeling of them being pressed broad and flat. My head was reeling.

Bruce reached under the bed and brought forth what looked like a stubby dildo. It was ^only about two inches long.

At its base, it had a large suction cup.

Also attached to it was a long tube, to the end of which was a rubber bulb, similar to a blood pressure device.

"How's this for a start?" he asked, teasing me by shoving it in my face.

"Yes," I moaned, heatedly, "Anything… Anything."

"Then lick it. Wet it… get it nice and moist for that hole of yours, baby. You're gonna get it and you're going to get it good," he threatened.

Automatically my tongue shot from my mouth and slithered back and forth, over the stubby dildo. I licked it all over until it was wet, managing to deposit some of my sex slobber on Brace's fingers and hand as I did so.

He turned the device upside down. "Now wet the cup, bitch. Wet it good, 'cause that's going to hold tight for it to work for you. Wet it good. That's it; working your tongue like that will do it. Let me see that tongue… Yeah… lick it… "

When I had saturated it, he spread my legs and planted the dildo firmly in the center of the bed, pressing it down so that the cup grasped the leather covering on the bed.

"Okay, bitch," he told me. "Get to it. Get on it and let's see what you can do with it… "

I complied immediately. The mere thought of having my pussy worked excited me beyond a point where any inhibitions I had were completely washed away. All I wanted to do at this moment was get that thing up my ass.

My body slid over it. I felt it pressing against my groin.

I raised my body until it lodged itself in my crack. It wasn't big enough.

It only pressed into the edge of my lips.

I held my legs as far apart as the shackles would allow me and began bucking my hips onto it.

It slipped into my lips and I let out a little moan as it brushed up against my clit.

I had found the spot. I worked my hips frantically.

"Yeah, cunt. Work on it… get it in there… "

As he said this to me, he got on the bed and spread his legs so that his crotch was just out of reach of my tongue. He was slowly working on his cock.

I could see his balls lift each time he moved his hand up to the head. I could see them roll liquidly within his sac.

And then they would settle and nuzzle neatly between his legs as he lowered his hand.

"Buck, baby,… buck that ass. Let me see you buck."

I began a steady bucking motion with my hips, rocking back and forth on my stomach. I could feel the little stubby dildo teasing and taunting my ass. It was barely rubbing my clit.

"Oh, you ass hole. You should see what you look like. You should see in the mirror. Here," he said, producing a mirror and holding it in front of my face. "Look at what you look like. I want you to see how cheap and dirty you really are. You fucking slug… "

I looked into the mirror, I could see the crack of my ass. I could see the orange dildo poking into it. I could see my ass rising and falling on it. I could see the welts all over my ass.

It was criss-crossed with them. And I remembered the feeling of the belt.

"Oh, whip me," I begged. "Whip me some more… I love it… "

"Naw, baby. You don't want too much of that. I don't want to kill you, I just want you to love it… love it… love it… "

He repeated himself like a broken record. And the words had their impact. They pressed further and further into my mind. Love it… love it… love it…

I could only associate the thought with the act of the moment. I could only think of the dildo.

"How would you like a little more?" he asked, looking down on me and into the large mirror alternately.

I raised my head, my eyes speaking for me and my hips confirming my desire.

He picked up the rubber bulb and squeezed it a couple of times.

I felt the reaction. He was pumping air in to the bladder of the rubber stub. It started to grow, slowly. I could feel it poking deeper into my ass hole, pressing harder against my ass.

"How's that," he asked, sounding very much like he didn't really care.

"Oh… beautiful… " I moaned, "It's hitting my clit harder… it's beautiful… beautiful… "

I lent proof to my words by bucking harder on the stubby shaft within me.

"Now," he said, "The rest is up to you. It's all up to you… "

Saying this, he placed the bulb at his groin, resting it against the base of his cock, nestling it in his hairs.

"Suck!" he spat. "Let me feel your mouth! The more you suck, the more dildo you get. The more you suck… the more your ass hole gets. Now suck!"

He pushed himself forward.

Saying nothing, I arched my back and pressed my groin onto the dildo for support. Without my hands, I couldn't raise my head easily.

But I managed to raise high enough to latch my lips onto the head of his cock. It was moist and sticky. It was salty and sweet. It was hard, stiff, throbbing.

I opened my lips and let the head slip into my face. I let my eyes come open and I saw the bulb in front of me, but… it was so far away.