Blake Michaels - Ass Reaming

I had a driving desire to have more of that dildo. I had to have that dildo.

I pressed my mouth down on his cock and felt it slip into me further. The crown of his cock passed my teeth and it seemed to fill my mouth. How was I to reach that bulb… so far away.

I continued my efforts, writhing on the bed, anchored to the dildo on one end and a stiff cock on the other end.

"Here," I heard him say. I looked up, not removing my mouth from his cock.

He pushed a white cloth in my face, covering my nose. I inhaled deeply.

I felt a coolness… drenching my body… relaxing my nerves… making me go numb…

"Breathe deeply and relax, relax… that's it, just relax… breathe… relax… "

He filled the room and my head with his voice.

I could think of nothing. I could only relax… and breathe.

The chemical on the cloth was reducing me to a limp rag. I felt, vaguely, his cock creeping into my throat, slowly and steadily.

I felt the dildo pressing into my ass hole, firmly.

I was torn between the two. I couldn't unscramble my thoughts.

I could only breathe… and relax.

Through eyes that really couldn't focus, I saw the bulb coming closer… closer… closer.

I felt the cock slip into my throat, deeper, deeper, deeper.

He resprayed the cloth and replaced it, completely cutting off any outside, clear air I might get.

"Breathe, slut… whore… slave… you fucking slave… breathe… relax… breathe… relax… let that ass relax… "

I was relaxing. I could feel the disjointed feeling of my hips… my pelvis. It was no longer a part of me. It was separate from me. It was pressing on the stubby dildo.

I felt something at my forehead and looked. It was the bulb. I bucked against it, pressing it slightly, and I felt the dildo respond. It firmed up some more and I could tell it had grown, if only slightly.

I marveled that I had negotiated so much of his cock. I relaxed, feeling his tool lodged deep in my throat. I could hear my breath whistling around it, my mouth opened wide, my teeth and lips not even touching the stem of his meat.

But I could breathe, and his cock was in my throat. I rolled my head from side to side and could feel his meat move in my throat. It was tight. It was hot.

I was hungry and I pressed down on him, devouring his manhood, I felt the tender pressure of the bulb against my forehead again and I bucked.

This time I could press hard on it.

"Heave! Buck! Fuck yourself… fuck yourself… come on fuck… fuck… "

I was putty. I was under his complete control. If he had told me to jump from the window at that moment, I would have.

"Suck… suck it… eat it up… lap on it… yeah, bitch, yeah, you slimy whore… suck, suck a man… suck cock… cock."

His voice droned on and on, it echoed in my head. There was nothing but sound in my head. I couldn't escape it.

I didn't want to.

I wanted to suck… I wanted to eat it up… I wanted to lap his maleness… I wanted to eat his cock.

"Ugh," I heard my own voice, in response to another thrust of the dildo in my cunt. My hips were pressing down on it, forcing it into me, forcing it to spread my lips, forcing it to fuck me, forcing it to make me want it… forcing me on… for more.

Again I bucked on Bruce's cock and slammed my head toward the bulb. I made contact and pressed it hard… once.,. twice… three times…

It lurched, it pushed… it pressed.

Deeper into me it crawled.

Wider and wider it stretched my lips.

More and more I wanted.

The taste of Bruce's cock came to my consciousness again. That delicious, hard shaft planted in my throat. I began swallowing it, contracting my throat muscles, milking it, pulling at it.

At the same time I kept working my head up and down, pressing it deep into his crotch. Each time making contact with the bulb.

Each time pressing it flat.

Each time inflating the dildo, and each time getting it further into me.

Each time feeling greater depravity immerse me.

I brought my legs close together. I could feel the firmness of the weapon between my legs. I rocked my hips from side to side and felt its flexible rigidity. I could feel it pressing against the walls of my dripping ass.

I was getting near.

I wanted to come.

I pumped and throbbed on it wildly.

"That's it… work it… there's more. Take it, take it all, fuck, suck, you slut."

Each one of his words formed a picture in my mind, and I lived each picture.

I worked my cunt, feeling it slide up and down the rigid, almost coarse staff between my legs.

Striving to take more and more.

Striving to satisfy Bruce by taking it.

Striving to take it all.

Fucking myself with his dildo.

Sucking his cock greedily.

Feeling like the dirty, filthy slut he had called me.

And loving the feeling.

He placed his hands on either side of my head and began to work my head up and down the length of his torrid tool. He lifted my head, arched my back and pulled me off him until only the tip of the throbbing tool was pressing against my lips, seductively.

Then he gently but forcefully pulled my head into him, forcing his maleness deep into my throat; forcing my face into his crotch.

Forcing my head to flatten the rubber orb lying on his groin.

Forcing the dildo to climb deeper into my ass canal.

I was an animal. I was depravity.

I was moaning incoherently, slobbering, writhing, wallowing in the filth of sex. Loving the delights of boundless sensuality.

I grunted against the dildo, forcing my pussy lips out, forming a huge ring of flesh that rode the length of it. I had no idea how deeply it was planted into me on my downward thrust. I had no idea of how much I slipped out.

I felt like a million miles of hot cock was crawling into me.

"Wait a minute!" Brace suddenly said. "I forgot something… "

He reached over the side of the bed and brought up a tube of ointment.

He twisted a little screw in the rubber orb and I felt the dildo begin to deflate, to retreat from me, to go soft. Almost like a cock after it had come.

He got to his knees and pulled the flaccid dildo from my ass; my lips hung loose, dripping my passion until I formed a puddle under me. I could feel a sticky wetness smearing all over my groin. But I didn't care.

I turned my head and saw Bruce press the head of the tube against the head of the dildo. He was forcing the ointment into a little sac in the dildo. He forced nearly half the small tube's contents into the depraved instrument.

When he finished, he replaced the stubby little mound of pink rubber against my ass hole once again.

Then he resumed his position in front of my face. He replaced the rubber ball on his groin, just as it had been.

His cock was still rampant. It was throbbing and its head showed the proof of his passions. It was freely dripping that clear, slick, salty-sweet fluid that serves so well as a lubricant.

My greedy tongue lapped at it hungrily. I wanted every bit of it I could get.

"Now, slave," he said in my ear, "now you can really go to town. Now you can prove to me what a fucking slave you are… Fuck that dildo now… "

As he said this, he again covered my nose and mouth so that I could only breathe the fumes from the cloth.

Once again I drifted into a world of total oblivion. An orange ball formed in the back of my head and began moving forward. In its wake it left complete submission, complete abandon.

Almost at a distance, I felt my hips throbbing on the dildo. I was vaguely conscious of Bruce's cock poking into my throat, conscious, too, of the rubber ball being repeatedly pressed against my forehead.

But most of all, I was conscious of the sensations coming from my groin. They were like millions of needles, stabbing every inch of my anal canal.