Blake Michaels - Ass Reaming

He rubbed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, just hard enough to create the sensation of pain. It set me afire. I twisted and turned under his manipulations. I sucked at his cock with renewed vigor.

"Eat, baby, eat!" he urged.

I obeyed and ate his cock and balls. "That's it, whore, lap it up," he coaxed, sternly. "Eat it! That's it. Let me know you're there."

I moaned and renewed my efforts in his crotch. His whole groin was wet from my saliva, but he didn't seem to mind. Neither did I.

The salty taste of his body and the smell of his sex was driving me out of my mind.

"Do you smoke? You know, grass, pot… "

"I've tried it a few times*" I said, "But it never really did anything for me."

"It will when I'm through with you," he said, very confident.

He shoved me off him, rather roughly. Then he went to the desk across the room. From the top drawer, he removed a pipe and matches.

"I guess you've never gotten really stoned," he said.

"Stoned?" I asked.

"Never mind," he went on. "You'll know what it's all about in a few minutes."

He seated himself once again, I took hold of his cock, stroking it, feeling its hardness in my hand. Each time I squeezed if, it would throb back at me in response.

Bruce lit his pipe and took a few puffs of it, each time he inhaled deeply and held his breath for a short while. The marijuana smelled very sweet and strong.

"Now breath out and open your mouth. Relax and let me do your breathing for you," he instructed.

He took a long draw on the pipe and then covered his mouth over mine.

I felt him pushing his breath into my open throat and I tried to relax. His breath crawled into me and filled my lungs.

Then I felt him draw it back out. I relaxed further, letting my body become an extension of his. I let my lungs fill and empty at his direction.

He twisted his tongue into my mouth and worked it around, probing, searching.

I opened my mouth wider for him, giving him full access to me.

My head was spinning. I felt I wanted to gasp for fresh air, but I fought against it. I wanted to do exactly as he told me. I wanted to satisfy him.

"That should do it," he said, a few drags and a few minutes later. "Now just let it happen."

A warm feeling slowly crept over my whole body. I felt loose, relaxed, euphoric.

"Tell me," I asked, still toying with his stiffened cock. "Is Bill queer?"

"Bill? Naw. What gave you that idea?"

"The way you fucked him," I answered.

"Oh, that. Naw, he's not queer. That's the first time I've had him. I've wanted that little ass of his for a long time," he said. "He's really a pussy eater from way back. He loves nothing more than a hot cunt wrapped around his fuce."

"Oh," I said, simply.

"He gets so hung up on cunt," he continued, "that when he really gets with it, you can do almost anything with him. I just saw my chance and jumped at it."

"Then… " I started, not knowing quite how to ask him.

"Then, am I?" he finished for me. "Shit, no. I just love to fuck. My cock stands up whenever it sees a hole, any hole. I'd just as soon plug a knothole as an ass. I don't care what it is, so long as I can get it on my cock and soak it."

"That's a relief," I said.

I felt better. I was fearful that I had gotten hung up with a fairy that was playing some sort of game with me. I didn't know what it was all about, but I felt much relieved.

Bruce got up from the couch and walked a few paces away. He turned to face me, placing his hands on his hips and shoving his crotch forward sensually.

"Come here," he ordered, his gaze hard upon me.

I started to get up from the couch.

"Down!" he spat. "Crawl!"

I didn't realize what he was saying. I stood there, staring blankly at him.

"Crawl!" he repeated.

"Crawl?" I echoed.

"On your knees. Crawl!" he said, his full voice sounding hard and threatening.

Slowly. I sank to my knees. I didn't know what he was talking about. My mind wouldn't function properly. My reflexes were slow.

"Way down!" he shouted, his voice commanding. Somewhere in the back of my mind a light flashed.

It was a signal for me to obey. I didn't understand why, but I complied.

"Now come here," I heard him saying, his voice a little lower.

Against my better judgment, I started crawling slowly toward him. He said nothing as he quietly watched me.

I crawled until I was before him on all fours, I turned my head and looked up at him.

Just as I did, he swatted me on the side of the head, knocking me to the floor.

I was stunned. I was amazed.

I looked up at him again. His expression had not changed. It was hard, with a flicker of cruelty. He was very serious!

I didn't know whether to cry or to be indignant. I had the feeling I should have been angry. But then, I reasoned, he really hadn't hurt me. He had only surprised the hell out of me. I wasn't prepared for his move. I didn't know how to react, or how to act.

I lay there, awaiting his next order, obediently. Somehow I felt that it was expected of me.

"Lick!" he said, putting a foot before my face. "Lick!" he repeated, wiggling his toes against my lips.

My tongue darted out, hesitantly. It touched the flesh of his toe. It was coarse and tough.

But it wasn't bad.

I continued flicking my tongue at his foot. He didn't move it.

Gradually, I worked my way onto the top of it. The little hairs there tickled and excited me. The smell of his maleness filled my nostrils.

I worked my way up to his ankle. Suddenly, I realized that I was on all fours. I had to twist my head so that I could lick up the back of his calf.

His flesh was slightly salty. But it was his odor that attracted me. I couldn't taste it, but I imagined it.

I imagined that I was eating his flesh, chewing it off his bones. I fancied that I was stripping his frame, devouring him.

My mouth and lips were working up and down his calf feverishly, lapping at his hard leg and licking the hairs.

"That's it, you no-good, fucking bitch," I heard him tell me, his voice low and steady, tense and hard.

It stimulated me. I sucked and lapped harder. His lower leg was wet from my efforts.

I raised my body higher, sucked his knee, licked at the hardness of it, forced his kneecap to move under the flesh with the pressure of my tongue.

I edged my way between his legs and licked the back side of his knee, lightly.

The sensation brought a reaction from him. His knee weakly bent. His reaction excited me. I had the feeling that I was making him move. He was becoming my puppet. I was making him feel good.

So I sucked on, first applying pressure with my tongue and lips and then slacking off, barely touching him at all.

I could feel the muscles of his thigh quiver and tense.

I continued my efforts, little sounds of passion coming from my lips.

Then I felt a soft, feathery touch skim across my back. It startled me, and then I relaxed to it. It never occurred to me to determine what it was. It felt good. I liked it. It was very exciting.

That's all that seemed to matter at the moment.

My mind was filled with hunger. I was approaching his rampant crotch with my mouth. I was eager for his cock. I was eager for his body.

I nuzzled my nose in the underside of his prick. The smell of his excitement made my head spin. I wanted more much more.

I opened my mouth and took the hardness of his nuts into it. I pulled and tugged, gently, trying to pull them deeper into me.

All of a sudden, I felt a stinging on my back. It started low on my rump and shot up to my shoulder. It was like a lightning flash.

I jumped in surprise and shock.

I looked up quickly and saw that he was swinging a pair of rawhide thongs.