Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Him (Part Two)

The door opens and I turn my head towards Him, and smile. He responds with “Don’t move slut. I want to look at you.” I turn my head back and take a deep breath. Although I can’t see Him looking at my body displayed in such a way, I can feel His eyes on me. I can only just hear Him walking on the carpet. I dare not move, obeying His order to stay still.

I can hear Him breathing, He’s closer than before. And just as quickly as He came close, He moved away. I hear His voice “This look suits you. You look very sexy, very sluttish, very usable.” I feel His breath on my thighs. He says, “I see you are wet… Just how I like you”, as he flicks my clit. I gasp, not expecting this. He asks, “What’s wrong slut?” “Nothing Sir, you just surprised me”. He laughs. “Just keeping you on your toes”.

He moves away, I can no longer feel His breath on my thighs. I do not know where He is. “I see you had no troubles with the dildo.” I start to speak and He stops me. “I didn’t ask you anything, you do not speak. You know this!” He says, His voice rising a little in volume. I close my mouth as quickly as I opened it.

“Your cunt looks stretched to the max, I bet you’re loving it.” I take a deep breath in, concentrating on how good it feels to have both my holes full. I squeeze my cunt muscles and the dildo is sucked in a bit further. “Yes, you are loving it, I saw that slut. I knew you would. And that’s just the beginning…Just wait until they’re not filled with plastic, but with real cock.” I take a deep breath in, imagining how or if I could handle having my arse and cunt filled with real cock at the same time. He laughs. “You’re picturing that aren’t you?” I respond with “Ah ha.” “What was that slut? You know how to answer me.” “Yes Sir, I am imagining that.”

I hear Him across the room; He pulls a dining chair away from the table and sits down. “Tell me what you’re imagining.” He says as I hear Him undoing His belt and pulling down His zipper. I smile, partly at what I’m imagining in my head, and partly at knowing He’s undressing slightly. He’s probably hard just looking at me.

“There is a man laying on the bed, he smiles and motions for me to come join him.” From across the room He says “Tell me about this man.” I go back to the image in my head. “He’s tall, shorter than you though. Exotic looking, Spanish perhaps. He has a nice tanned look about him. Dark hair. Deep brown eyes. Nice waxed chest. Strong arms and legs. Average package, but nice.” “Okay. Keep going,” he says. “I straddle him, easing his cock into my cunt. It feels very nice. I start riding him, his hands glued to my hips, pulling me down onto him. His head tilts back as he enjoys my cunt engulfing his cock. I feel something against my arsehole. Someone is rubbing my arsehole with their finger.” At this point I start using my cunt muscles to move the dildo inside me. My master doesn’t comment, and I keep telling him about my fantasy.

“I feel a finger slip inside me and I moan. I have my cunt filled and am getting my arse finger-fucked by another man. I feel another finger push into my arse as he starts working two fingers in me. He moves his head next to mine and whispers: “ That’ll be my cock filling you soon.” ”

I start to use my cunt muscles more, wanting to be fucked. “Nice work slut, I can see what you’re up to, keep going with your story”. “The man removes his fingers from me and pushes me down so I’m laying on top of the other man. He leans in and spits on my arsehole, and rubs his saliva around. I feel the tip
of his cock at my arsehole. He slowly pushes, the head of his cock entering my arsehole. I moan louder than before. He says, “Yeah, you’re going to love being full.”

He doesn’t want to waste anymore time, and pushes hard, his whole cock filling my tight hole. I gasp as he does this. It feels extremely great having both my wholes filled, but more than that, it’s the size of his cock that is surprising. He is longer than average, which is not a worry; it’s the fact that he is a LOT thicker than average, which surprises me. I am being stretched. I don’t know how they’ll manage to fuck me.” My master interrupts me: “Do you like telling me your fantasy?” I stumble to respond. “Yes Sir, but it’s something I’m not used to.” “That’s okay slut, keep going”. “I needn’t have worried about how they were going to fuck both my holes at the same time, they managed quite well. One might say they were used to doing such things.”

I hear Him get up and move around the room. I hear His voice from beside the bed. “You look like you’re getting hot slut. Are you getting hot?” “Yes sir I am.” “Why are you getting hot?” “Because of what I am imagining, but partly because you’re looking at me while I’m telling you, and hardly wearing anything.” “And why would that have an effect on you?” “I like you looking at my body Sir. Especially when you make me dress up for you.” “I know, I can tell….All I can smell is the scent of a wet cunted slut.” I blush and smile. He moves onto the bed beside me. “Guess what slut?” “What’s that sir?” I ask. “I’m in the mood to use your mouth.” He says as he straddles my chest and places the tip of his cock on my lips.

To Be Continued.....

No comments:

Post a Comment

Please leave a comment. Constructive criticism welcome, flames ignored.