Blake Michaels - Ass Reaming

"She's probably cleaned her cunt out," the voice answered back.

She was right. I had cleaned it out. I had cleaned out good. I was fresh and ready to start again.

My cunt started to warm and I realized her tongue was inside my pussy.

Mentally I spread my legs. Physically, I lay there, immobile.

I felt its warmth in my canal. I wanted to push it out toward her. I wanted to lift it to her.

But I couldn't move.

"She certainly is wet," the delicate voice commented.

"She's a slut! She's a fucking whore-slave. That's why. You'll be that way, soon, you knew, he said to her.

Somehow the thought angered me. I didn't want to share my man with anyone. My man, I had not yet had him. He had me, under his spell, in his power.

The gentle pulling sensation of her mouth crept over me. I could feel my lax pussy slipping into 114 her mouth. I could feel the hardness of her lips puckering on me. I could feel the sharpness of her teeth biting into me.

"Ummmm, that's good," I heard her say.

"You fucking queer cunt. You really like that, don't you?"

There was no answer.

Whizz! Cra-ack! The thongs were alive.

"You like that, don't you?" the voice repeated, hard, commanding.

"Yes… "

"Yes what?"

Whizz! again the vicious sound of punishment.

"Yes, sir!"

"That's better. Now suck. You wanted a cunt to play with; now play, eat!"

Whizz! the whip bit into her flesh.

The heat crept into my channel.

I felt my clit being pressed, as I had earlier pressed hers.

"Do you think she knows what's going on?" I heard her ask.

"Pinch her tit!"

I didn't feel anything.

"Yeah, she's awake. She's feeling. She knows."

"How can you tell?" she asked.

"Never mind! Suck! Work that pussy! Let me see how far out you can suck that cunt!"

I felt the warmth again. I felt the gentle tugging sensation in my crotch. I felt the tingling Sensation from my clit as it was massaged.

I tried to wiggle my hips. I tried to lift them.

"Oh-oh," I heard him say.

And the sweetness was in my nostrils again. I breathed deeply, relaxed; completely relaxed!

I was floating in an endless black sea. I could see nothing. I could hear everything. I could move nothing. I could feel all the fantastic sensations.

"Like that?" I heard him ask, his voice husky, tense.

I wanted to answer him.

"Yes," I heard the soft, muffled voice answer.

I continued to feel the sensations emanating from my cunt. They were delicious. It felt like my cunt was being dragged along a velvet carpet. Millions of little needles poked every inch of my hole…

My lips were hyper-sensitive. I could feel the wetness of her saliva dripping off them. I felt the alternating hot and cold of her breath as she probed me with her mouth.

I could feel the deliciously ecstatic pain as she bit my clit. I wanted to scream.

I was unconscious.

"How's this look to you?" he asked her.

"Oh, that's beautiful! Can I suck it?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes… oh, yes."

"What will you do for it?"

"Anything, anything you ask!"

"Suck my balls?"

"Yes!"

"My ass?"

"Yes!"

"My ass?"

"Yes! I love the taste of ass holes."

"Eat my shit?"

"Ye… yes… "

"What will you do with it?"

"Suck it," she moaned, "And what else?"

"Eat it!"

"And what else?"

"Fuck it!"

"And what else?"

"Sit on it!"

"What will you do to get it? Beg for it?"

"Yes, beg for it."

Whizz! whistled the whip.

"Owwwww… "

"Beg!"

"Please. Please let me suck your cock!"

"Please what?"

"Let me suck your cock!"

"Who am I?"

"My master! Yes, my master!"

"Please what?"

"Please let me suck your cock, master!"

"That's better. Now take it. Just the head, and hold still. That's it. Don't move. Hold it."

"Ugmfh!"

"Swallow! Swallow it. Drink it! Drink it! Drink it all!! don't want you to drop a drop of me!"

I heard the harsh sounds of gasping gulps. I knew what was happening.

I tried to see it in my foggy mind. Bruce was on his knees, legs spread, his mammoth cock standing out.

On her knees in front of him was a young girl, Lana, the head of his cock lodged in her throat, or her mouth. Her lips pursed tightly around it, locking it in her.

I could see her throat contorting, the muscles contracting, pulling the hot liquid into her, over and over, gulp after gulp.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No."

"Now how do you feel?"

"Ah… "

"How?"

"Cheap."

"How else?"

"Low."

"Why?"

"Because I drank your piss. Because I'm a slave. Because I want your cock."

"Well, before you get some more cock, how about getting your fucking face back in that cunt and clean it out. It's dripped quite a bit of juice and there ought to be something there for you."

Again, the sweet smell filled my head. I breathed deeply, the fragrance exciting my senses.

I felt the mainspring of oblivion tightening and then begin to unwind. I imagined myself to be spinning on a disk, my legs and arms outspread, my cunt gaping open, the force of my swirls pulling my tits upward and the momentum of my movements forcing my juices from me in warm gushes.

I moaned softly as I felt the soft, wet tongue slithering through the hot, juicy folds of my cunt. Lapping at the warm, tasty cream that oozed from my convulsing hole.

"Oh, she's coming," I heard her voice cry out.

"Well, don't tell me about it cunt. Lap it up. I want to watch you suck out all of her come. I want you to swallow her pussy juice. Now, get to it. Lick her cunt, suck the come from her hole and then swallow it!"

The tongue complied with his order. I felt it once again swirling around inside my swollen pussy, plunging deep into my hole, drawing out the juice that chose to remain inside.

Afterward, she ran her tongue up and down the length of my gash, lapping up the fluids that remained. Wave after wave of pleasure beat at the shore of my cunt until I could stand no more. And still, she continued, lashing me with her delicious, young tongue.

The convulsions of my climax ended slowly, very slowly; the movements of her tongue stopped. The waves became gentle and the spinning inside my head came to a halt.

"Alright, slave!"

The voice echoed down the long corridor of consciousness, I felt the sting of thongs.

My eyes opened.

I was on my own bed, spread in the middle of it.

"Get up and clean yourself off. You're a mess!" Bruce's voice was cold, impersonal. It was commanding and demanding.

Obediently I got off the bed. I was wobbly.

"What's the matter, whore, too much for you?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Well don't worry about it. You'll be alright. You're just becoming a better slave, that's all. The change isn't always easy."

I staggered across the room oblivious of my surroundings. I bumbled through the door, down the hall and into the bath.

I stepped into the shower and turned on the cold spray.

Lightning struck!

I was alive and moving. My head was becoming suddenly more clear. But I was a slave.

The image of the male cock impressed itself in my mind. I felt myself heating under the cold water.

Cock… I needed that cock… I wanted that cock.

I stepped from the shower. Dried and went back down the hall. I entered the bedroom.

There they were! His cock was buried deep in her cunt.

I flew across the room in wild rage. I was beyond control.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled. She toppled from him, fell from the bed and ended in a heap on the floor, I started to crawl over him but the thongs stopped me.