Blake Michaels - Ass Reaming

"Cunt!" he spat at me before I could say a word, "Down on your knees and pay homage!"

I was immobile. I was torn between two extremes. I wanted to tear into him; claw his eyes, cut his throat, anything to take out my vengeance.

At the same time, though, I wanted to fall to my knees and please him.

My eyes were drawn to his crotch. It was bulging and full. It was tauntingly coaxing.

My knees folded. "That's it, you cunt," he sneered. "Get down and show me who's boss! Get down and worship the thing you love most in life… "

I was on my knees, crawling toward him, hypnotized. I could not control myself. I was a pawn. I was a prisoner.

I was a slave.

My face was at his crotch, nuzzling it. I could feel him.

I could feel his manhood lurking beneath the material.

I wanted his cock… his stiff cock… his throbbing cock…

My cunt ached. My pussy lips were quivering. My body was hot.

Perspiration broke out on my forehead.

"Strip 'em off," he ordered. I complied without hesitation. I complied in complete submission.

I was a slave once more.

I was in oblivion. I had but one thought in mind. I wanted that cock. I wanted it in me… completely in me… in my cunt… all the way!

My ears were ringing from my own excitement.

I buried my face in 'his crotch again. I heard whimpering sounds and realized they were my own.

"Yeah, you fucking slave… you no good slut… you low down filthy piece of hot shit… you cock hungry pussy… "

Again I caught myself up in his words.

I was a fucking slave. I was a no good slut. I felt low. I was a filthy piece of hot shit.

I was a cock hungry pussy; one complete pussy.

My breath came in short gasps. I was panting, sucking in hot air from his crotch sucking in the smell and the intangible taste of sex.

"Give me the bottle," I heard Bruce say.

I raised my head, in a daze and looked at him. I didn't know what he was talking about. "Not you, slave," he spat. "WHIZ!" The thongs hit me.

I heard a hissing sound. I felt the cloth as he pressed it to my face.

I tried to relax.

I was a slave… and I wanted to be a slave.

"Breathe deeply, you whore. Breathe… sink lower… lower… lower."

His repetition was a magnet. I heard his words and they echoed in my head.

"Yeah… yeah… now you're ready… now you're a slave… a cheap, no-good slave.,. my slave… "

I was his slave. My body was no longer my own, My mind was no longer in control. I was his slave.

I felt the limpness of my breasts pressing against his legs, the hardness of his groin pressing into my face.

I felt his legs as they moved together, rolling my breasts back and forth over them, kneading the flesh against the coarse material of his slacks. It scratched, it scraped… but I felt good.

I pressed myself harder against his legs by arching my back.

"You filthy bitch!" I heard him say. "You filthy slut. You cunt-sucking slave… "

I heard him… "Cunt sucking slave," he had said. I suddenly wanted to suck cunt. I suddenly wanted to bury my face into the folds of another woman's cunt. I wanted to feel the hardness of her clit. I wanted to feel the wetness of her canal.

I spun around, a madwoman. I had only one thought. I had to have the taste of pussy in my mouth.

I spied the nude form of Lana.

I pounced on her, knocking her to the floor, much to her sudden shock and surprise.

I ripped her legs apart and sunk my face into her wet pussy.

My tongue lashed out at her, stroking her tight slit, wetting it, prying it, pushing, prodding.

"Ugh!" I heard myself gasp as the thongs landed on my back again.

The feeling was like a bolt of electricity. It charged my whole being. It drained restraint. It drained logic.

It inflamed and fed desire. I was no longer feeling sensual.

I was depraved once again.

I tore her legs apart and took her pussy between my lips. I pressed my teeth to it. I nipped at it.

She squirmed under me. I could not tell whether she was enjoying it or trying to escape. I did not care.

I pressed my fingers into her crack and forced the lips of her love hole apart. The pink skin of her pussy blinded me. It drew me.

I fell on it with my mouth. I licked and lapped at it, wetting it with the saliva flowing from my mouth. I raised from her for air and the shiny saliva continued to bind us.

"Eat it, slave!" I heard Bruce saying. "Eat it… eat it… "

I fell back to my task. My appetite was becoming ravenous. I could not get enough of Lana. I was crazed.

Greedily I lapped at her crack, running my tongue up and down the length of it. I found her clit and sucked on it, hungrily, rolling it between my pursed lips, tugged on it with them. I pushed on it with my tongue. I bent it way out and up, forcefully.

As I did so, I felt her raise her legs and her cunt higher, in efforts to relieve the pressure.

"Oh, don't," I heard her whimpering. "Don't do that. I can't stand that, I can't take it, please… "

"Don't stop you bitch, if you know what's good for you," I heard Bruce cut in.

I obeyed him.

I renewed my efforts. I massaged her clitoris with my tongue, with my lips, with my chin, pressing it back as hard as I could.

I opened my eyes and saw Bruce's form in front of me. He was straddling Lana's head. He had stripped down to his briefs.

His long cock was resting horizontally, poking its way around to his hip. His swollen balls rested deep in the crotch of the sheer material.

The sight of it shot flames of lust all through me. I was driven on with taunting urgency.

I saw Lana's head raised between his legs, latched on to his underside, her tongue darting from her painted lips, over the material.

The material itself was stained from her lipstick. Reminding me of blood… My head reeled.

I felt the bite of the thongs. I smelled the material. The cloth he offered me was laden with something which was becoming sweet smelling, easier to breathe; I inhaled.

I felt myself failing… falling… falling.

I was unconscious. I could not move.

Yet I could hear everything. I could feel every- But I could not move.

I felt the body scramble out from under me. I heard the sounds of bodies rearranging themselves.

"Okay," I heard a male voice say. "She's all yours. Let's see what you can do with her. You've probably got about ten minutes. Get to it."

I heard the familiar swish of the thongs.

I heard the familiar whimper. But it was not mine.

"Oh baby, don't hit so hard, please," I heard the girl say. "It hurts."

"It's supposed to," Bruce said. "You saw how she liked it. You can learn, too."

I smelled the sweetness again and I drank it in. I felt it permeate my whole body, stripping it of movement, stripping it of any motion.

Lying there. Drained. Unconscious. I was a willing slave.

I was an eager slave.

Whizz! went the thongs through the air.

"Ow! Please… you'll mark me… "

"You want this cock, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Then shut your fucking mouth. Don't you tell me what to do. I give the orders here!"

Whizz! came the sound of his whip.

"Ungh!" the body responded. It, too, was becoming submissive. It, too, was tasting the joy of submission in its early stage. I wanted to move. I wanted to join the couple there with me. I wanted to fondle cock. I wanted to taste it.

But I couldn't. I was unconscious.

My legs were moving apart. Wider… wider!

"Oh, look at her pussy," the feminine voice said. "It's all red and wet."

"Probably got itself plowed this afternoon," he said. "Smell it!"

After a pause, he went on, "Well, was she?"

"I can't tell," she said, softly.

"Don't you know the smell of cock? Don't you know what a man smells like?"