It happened my senior year of in high spirits school. I was starting to explore my sexuality and things got out of paw too fast. It was the offset metre I had been with a man ; the first meter I had been the submissive partner, and the only prison term I 've been raped.

I was one of the smart I. School was easy without campaign. I barely spent time on prep, never studied, kept straight A's. Lacrosse and Martial graphics kept me in expectant athletic pattern despite my utter want of talent for the late, it allowed me to cross sociable groups between the nerds and jock easily. My beginning girlfriend for 2 years had never let me past 2nd radical, and maybe I overcorrected by losing my virginity after my kickoff day of the month with the secondly girlfriend. We had a short but passionate relationship and I discovered the Brobdingnagian joy of sex ! Not simply the sensual physical pleasance, or the touch of control condition that came with being the alpha spouse. What I enjoyed most was the opportunity to send out someone into orgamic bliss. To me, giving joy was the reward, and watching a woman turn a loss control of her body overwhelmed with stimulation was the ultimate prize. Learning came naturally to me and soon I wanted to explore the edge beyond vanilla extract sex. I studied Calidris canutus for thraldom, massage technique, and researched versatile kinks that piqued my interest. Thank skill for the net !

bingle again in my terminal year of high school school I turned to a dating site specifically for hookups. This was before smart phones and apps, but the idea was similar. My internet site of pick attracted a lot of swingers. Mostly I met cleaning woman, but eventually the approximation of joining a pair intrigued me. I had always considered myself straight, but as I explored kink like BDSM, mature women, and groups, I developed the motto ‘ try everything three times : once to see what it 's like, again since you probably did it wrong the first meter, and once more later, in case you 've changed your mind.'

After various successful assemblage with adult female from the land site, I set my creative thinker to finding the right couplet. I chatted for a few workweek with multiple brace, but one stood out. About 15 years older than me, Eva the married woman had a epicurean broad figure, well-endowed with heavy naturally perky breasts, hourglass hips, obscure rippled hair that flowed to the curve or her tight round of drinks ass, captivating eye, and an eastern European emphasis. She was the paragon cougar, and I would bear done anything she'd asked for the chance to watch her thrash in sexual climax. She was a flight attendant and they regularly played with Thomas Young men in hotels so she could stay close to the airport.

Mark, her husband, was a unspoilt looking guy. Taller and broader than I, though we had similar size members. He agreed that our encounter should be about pleasing Eva. That if I wanted to experiment with male-male link it would be delicately, he was epicene, but that it was n't necessary. I could stay within my quilt zona as often or as slight as I wanted, as long as Eva got what she needed. We set a day of the month and place to fit, and I was extremely excited to see this puma vixen squirm by our corporate drive. Perhaps that very excitement steer me to expect past the red flags.

We had planned to encounter at a java shop, somewhere public, before going to the hotel, as is typical when meeting strangers from the net. Mark texted me a few hours before.

"Hey Mike, Eva and I are running late. Her flight of steps has been delayed and I had a meeting run long. Can we encounter a little later, how 's 8PM ?"

"No job, I 'll see you both at 8. I ca n't wait !"I replied.

"Thanks ! Me neither."

As I arrived at the java workshop :

"Would you mind coming straight to the hotel ? I 'm still behind, just getting in the exhibitor now."

Huh, that 's not what we agreed to but okay, whatever gets my facial expression between those big beautiful titties the fastest.

"Sure, I guess, where are you at ?"

"The Marriott on bound St, room 566. arrive up and knock."

At to the lowest degree they're close I thought as I drove the few minutes down the road. Once parked I collected my bag, took a few deep hint to calm my nerves, and started for the pressure group. Past the clerk with an impossibly shady gaze, up the lift, to room 566. I knocked a little too hesitantly.

The door swung in to reveal a barrel chested man in nothing but a towel. Mark was strikingly freehanded, better looking than his pictures had conveyed. I hoped a similar surprise was in stock when I met Eva. It turned out that I was in for a surprise, but not the one I expected.

He stepped back and out of the way, extending his exit hand inward to lead me. I stepped in and he reached for a handclasp with his right hand, which had been holding up his towel, it fell as the doorway closed.

"Nice to finally meet you Mike."He offered, standing naked and imposing before me.

"Likewise, Mark I presume ?"I tried to sound collected. He could see the hesitation in me.

"The one and only."He smiled, enjoying my irritation"Do n't mind me, I 'm just getting comfortable."He strode to the bed and I looked around for the for the first time metre as he reclined onto a stack of pillows, pressing play to restart the porno on the TV. Soft moans and wet sounds filled the elbow room.

"No problem. Looks like you 've started without me, I hope I have n't missed the show"I joked, smiling timidly. I was n't usually this demure. A combination of this large naked man and the unexpected way our skirmish had unfolded so far was throwing me off."Where is Eva ? In the privy ?"

Was that solemn confusion on his fount, or an act ?"I told you, her trajectory was delayed."She was still in New York an hour ago."

"Oh…"I started."I misunderstood…"

"Get comfortable, we can watch this for a piece until we hear from her."He gestured at the blond getting image teamed on the TV.

"Yeah, sure."That did n't sound too bad. He did have a bit of a suspicious glint in his eyes, though."The drive was a little retentive. I 'll rinse off while we wait."

"assist yourself."

I left my bag near the door, undressed in the bathroom, and got in the shower. The warmly piddle allowed me some reprieve from my anxiety. What had I gotten myself into ? Was he up to something or am I paranoid. I really want to eff Eva, so far this is definitely worth the trouble, but how long will she be ? Well, I can always leave if affair get weird.

I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off. Suddenly the door opened and scrape, still naked, stepped through handing me a phone.

"It 's Eva."

I took it."Hello ?"

"Hi Mike ? It 's Eva."Her voice was like silk. I so wanted to find out her cum.

"Eva ! It 's so good to take heed from you ! How are you ?"

"Not great, I 'm disconsolate mike, my escape was cancelled. I 'm spending the night in New York. I wo n't be able to make it to our date tonight."She did sound genuinely sad.

"I 'm good-for-naught to listen that…"my heart and soul sunk. darn. I wasted all this sentence for blue balls.

"I was really looking forward to it. We should reschedule."

"Oh definitely. Mark told me how sexy you are ! I ca n't wait, but I do n't have it off what my schedule will be like yet, we 'll sustain to get back to you."She purred.

"Of course."

"Great, well it 's been a long day. I 'll leave you in Mark's more than than equal to hands."

What did that mean ?"Ok Eva. Get some rest and dream of me !"I quipped. She giggled as she hung up.

That had turned around quickly. I handed the speech sound back to Mark.

"Damn. What a disappointment. She sounds bewilder, print, I wish she could have made it."I turned, looking around for my clothes. They were n't on the conceitedness where I had left them.

"She is."He grinned wide"But it does n't think of the fun has to be over."

"I appreciate the offer, but like I said I 'm not sure about being with another guy. If I 'm going to experiment I 'd rather give birth a woman present. It would just hit everything more comfortable."we'd been over this, but I felt the need to restate."Do you see my clothes ? I could throw sworn I left them here."

"What happened to ‘ try anything three sentence'? I thought you were adventurous."He shifted, placing a hand on my shoulder. As he moved I glanced behind him. My bag was not at the door anymore.

"Well usually I am, but this all changed so suddenly, it 's just not what I was expecting."I was backpedaling and he knew it. He put atmospheric pressure on my shoulder, leading me out if the bathroom.

"Just give it a probability. I promise you 'll have fun."He said, guiding me into the main room. The cover were off the bed and the massage oils I had brought were arranged on the nightstand.

What's happening, I thought, fighting the urge to panic and run out the door. If I held my composure I might actually be able to look him again and meet the confection goddess I was promised. But what does he mean, I 'll feature fun ?

"brand, did you go through my bag ? Where are my clothes ?"I asked trying to voice like it was n't a big deal.

"You said you would bring toys !"he defended,"I got queer. I could really use those massage skills you bragged about. My back is really tight."He ignored my instant question, laying face down on the bed, head towards the TV."aid me out. It would go a long way towards convincing me that you 're the right guy to fuck Eva with me."

What ? ! I thought he had already decided that ! crap ! Was I being extorted ? I paused, unsure of what to do.

He grabbed one of the feeding bottle of oil, extending it out to me as if I had already agreed. Grinning still, knowing his leverage was working.

I reasoned that a massage was nothing I could n't treat, and I really did want to get on his trade good English. This was my chance to manoeuver the face-off to safer waters.

Taking the oil I said"Yeah, of grade. I might as well put this to use if I 'm here anyways."I tried to recreate it coolheaded, rubbing the bottleful between my hired hand, warming it.

"Where does it spite ?"I resolved to do a good job.

"Where does n't It ?"he joked"Mostly my pegleg, low-down back, and upper shoulders."

I poured a large dollop of oil onto one hand, transferring to the other, and lifted one calf, starting on his ramification. I slowly, firmly massaged into the muscles, stretching the roughage and working out any knots I found. Up the spine of one leg, then the other.

"How's that ? Good force per unit area ?"I inquired.

"Mmmmm '' was all he could manage.

Mark was moderately hairy on his legs, limb and chest. His pubic hair was trimmed short. He was quite hefty. Despite my fighting experience, i thought, he might be able to beat me if he knew what he was doing. He probably had 40 pound sign on me. His putz lay semi-erect pointed down between his pegleg. I made a gunpoint to obviate it as I worked up the back of his second joint. I brushed it once with my fingertips on the way by and his overdone sigh told me he wanted more.

I worked up to his limit ass muscles. He didn't tense up like most people do as I reached to smooth oil over the firm ball. I pressed the medal of my hand deep into the muscle, smoothing out the mi. He wiggled his ass on the way by, causing my thumb to thrill his asshole. He was suggesting more, but I would n't have got it.

I changed billet to start on his berm. I knelt on the bed beside him, leaning over, gripping his strong neck and shoulder joint.

"That 's not enough pressure, you do n't have the right leveraging. Sit on my pegleg so you can use your weight."He knew why I had avoided that. Giving a massage is a sultry act whether or not it 's sexual. While I may not be attracted to him, between the intimacy and the big titted bimbo slobbering over a black pecker on the TV, I was rock strong. I swung one leg over him still massaging his berm, and knelt straddling his upper pegleg. Predictably my erecting nestled between his now slippery ass cheeks. Each time I pushed forward to put pressure level on him, my erection glided along his offer.

"Mmmmm that feels good."he groaned as I loosened his shoulder blades.

"right hand there ?"I pushed into a knot.

"Everywhere."I could see him smiling as he rotated his hips, stimulating my hammer."So you 've never been with a guy before ?"

"No, never. You 're the first guy I 've seen naked outside of the footlocker room."

"Do you like seeing the guy wire in the locker elbow room ? Checking out what everyone's packing ?"he chuckled. He seemed to enjoy making me uncomfortable.

"I 've never really been attracted to guys."I replied.

"But you like sex ?"

"wellspring yeah, I 'm here are n't I ?"It was my turn for a laugh.

"Would you fuck a girlfriend you were n't attracted to if it meant no strings ?"

"Maybe…"I thought for a moment."If we had a good platonic relationship and we both knew we could savor it without getting emotionally attached."

"Hmmmm…"he started."strait to me like you would have sex with a guy as long as they were a friend."

"I do n't know whether I would relish sex with a guy, I have n't tried it."

"Well, you know how to fix that."He cornered me. I chuckled awkwardly, not wanting to get myself in more trouble, and worked my way down to his lower back. In this position, at least my cock was n't between his cheeks. Maybe he would get the message.

"Oh my god. That feels amazing !"I blushed a little"I have n't felt this limber in years, you have talented hired hand Mike."He complimented."My thigh and groin are hurting pretty bad now by comparison."He rolled unexpectedly, effortlessly taking me off balance. Demonstrating a clear strong-arm advantage while repositioning himself face up again, seated against the stack of pillows. I was left kneeling beside him."Would you mind ?"His now total erection stood at attention, his legs splayed. He looked directly into my eyes, willing me to comply. Was this still just a massage ? I wondered. He took both my hands and pulled them to his second joint, eyes still fixed to mine.

I caved. Without a word I continued, kneeling in front line of him on the bed. Pressing trench into the tissue paper of his second joint muscles, working slowly, reluctantly towards their vertex.

He shifted his gaze to the TV behind me. Two Cy Young brunette were fondling each former and kissing. With my hands on his thighs he started to slowly stroke his hard-on. With the rigid fellow member less than a base from my face I could n't help but take on in the sight. He was a similar length as me, about 7 '', but with much Thomas More girth. The perfectly straight shaft was wrapped in bulging veins. He was circumcised with a large dark mushroom-shaped cloud head that glistened with pre-cum.

I moved my men as gamey as I dared. Gripping his groin muscles and kneading the tension away. If I could get this over with maybe he 'd let me fuck Eva. I could surely manage being face to face with a big dick for that.

He made his move. He reached for his drinking on the nightstand but came away with a pair of handcuffs, evidently from the drawer below. Before I knew what he was doing they were secured to my wrists. I spoke up to dissent as his custody wrapped behind my head, only serving to spread my mouth as he forced me down.

"Hey- hmmmph '' his bulbous mushroom cloud caput passed my lips and he let out a long gasp.

"Ahhhhh that 's more wish it."I pushed against his thighs with no effect. One of his peg wrapped behind his men, around my promontory, he trapped that foot in the crook of the diametrical knee, capturing my head word in his lap with a design four ignition lock. I struggled and sputtered in a moment of scare. I breathed through my scent as the salty taste of his pre-cum sank into my appreciation buds.

"That 's enough pussy footing Mike."He spoke while gyrating his pelvic girdle, gently fucking my mouth."You came here tonight for a new experience and I 'm going to make for sure you get it."

I shook my head as best I could, trying to resist, but that only served to drag my tongue back and Forth River across his lance.

"Mmmm that 's a soundly boy, now you 're getting the hang of it."

He was clearly much inviolable than me. Maybe I could make a caper. Hit his nut case, middle, throat, and run. No way to know if it would work for sure. And I could just make him angry. What would he do then ? Even if i made it out of the elbow room I was naked with no idea where my clothes were, where would I go ? Part of me wanted this over as soon as potential, maybe if I just played along he would take it easy on me. Maybe he 'd be fulfill once he came. My cervix and arms grew fag out of pushing back against him. I resigned to do my best. Apparently I was going to instruct how to contribute a blowjob, I might as well make it a adept one. If I get a chance to get it on Eva out of it, maybe it would be worth it.

I stopped struggling, relaxing my arms, bringing my hand to the base of his dick. I pushed my head teacher forward a little, restricted by his tight grip. He sensed the alteration in me, releasing the ignition lock with his peg but keeping his hands on my point just in pillowcase. At this point I could get a little Sir Thomas More than half of his dick in my rima oris. My jaw hurt from opening so wide, and I was humiliated by his forcefulness, but I did n't hate the taste. I explored the texture of his manhood with my tongue, almost finding use in the silky fogginess of the skin over his rigid celestial pole. He pushed deeper into me and I felt his tip nudging at my throat. I suppressed the urge to gag, having taught a few girls along the way about the illusion of squeezing your thumb to deflect. Pleased with my submission he loosened his hairgrip on my head. I bobbed a few multiplication, just as rich, to signal my spirit, then removed his dick from my lip with a slurp and started licking the entire length.

"I knew you 'd like it."His vox dared me to resist again."Fuck that feels corking. You 're a natural."

I felt crushed. Humiliated. He was going to get his way with me and he would not allow me to object.

"Look at me boy."He commanded. I couldn't. Pretending this was still hypothetical, maybe happening to mortal else, somewhere else. He pulled my chin up as I rounded his shaft with my natural language. My centre pled for him to stop, I did n't want this. Not this way.

He grinned that smirking grin. No sympathy for me in his gaze. He grabbed his dick and guided my knife to his balls. At to the lowest degree he's clean I thought, tonguing his scrotum as he jerked next to my face. One last lick around his balls then I placed the flat tire of my clapper below his balls and dragged it slowly up to the tip of his rooster, swallowing as deep as I could. He roared with appreciation, bucking his rosehip to match my face. I grabbed his scape with both hands, twisting and jerking his spear between downstrokes. I pushed him further and further into my sassing, against my throat. After a few minutes my pharynx relaxed enough to squeeze his across-the-board mushroom head past. I buried my olfactory organ against his hip. My throat flexed involuntarily against the usurpation, massaging him further.

Hmmmm. 15 minutes into my first blowjob and I 've already taught myself to deepthroat. Maybe he was right after all. I looked up at him as he withdrew his prick from my throat. He grinned down knowingly. I coughed, sputtered, and drooled.

"You 're doing great, get on your back."He commanded. He rolled off the bed. I hesitated and he grabbed the handcuffs, pulling me by my arms so that my head leaned off the border of the bed. He straddled my arms and pointed his slick magazine cock back at my oral cavity. Unable to tug away I watched as the glistening rod probed at my sassing, slid slowly and steadily across my tongue and down my pharynx propelled by his weight. He stood at the incline of the bed feeding his englut cock into me, giving me just enough time to gasp a breath with each withdraw.

"Oh yes, your throat's squeezing me perfectly !"He sighed."You were made for my cock, boy, and I can tell you like it."he reached down to fondle my cock. Only then did I agnize how heavy I was. He gave me a few quick strokes as he drove his steely rod into me again. I shivered from the unexpected pleasure. As a good deal as I hated what he was doing to me, the part of me that needed to please was being fulfilled. He grabbed my hip and used it as purchase to grind his hips deeper into me. He withdrew, wiped a big glob of my spit and mucus from his shaft onto his finger, and plunged back into my throat with a grunt. print leaned over my prone body, impaling my throat, his testicle dangling and swinging into my closed center, he reached past my peter and felt around for my Virgo the Virgin asshole. As he swirled a lubricate digit around my attender hole I made the first auditory sensation of protest since he first forced his way into me. Humming a"no, please !"into his shaft, I tried to clinch my peg.

"Do n't struggle boy, or I wo n't bother with the lube."His warning scared me sufficiently. As long as it was just a finger. I had let a miss Milk my prostate before, it could n't be too bad. His finger was duncical but well lubricated. I unclenched and he plunged into me from both ends, bottoming out on my typeface and pressing his clenched fist against my ass, his middle digit deep as he could go from that Angle. He curled the finger like a draw, again using the purchase to roll in the hay deep into my throat.

"Mmmm !"he groaned."You 're such a well piece of ass toy !"he degraded me further."cum here."He leaned forward, grabbed me by the wastefulness and picked me up, upside down. It was a ripe affair I had n't tried to run, I was like a rag doll to him. I was still attached by the lip to his cock as he knelt on the bed, crawling forward until I was pinned between him and the wall at the head of the bed. He eased me down so my weight rested on my berm. From this angle he could n't penetrate my throat, but he continued to piston in and out of my sassing. He eased his body backwards, trapping my get out leg under his left axillary cavity so that i was bent against the wall with my prick pointed straight down towards my boldness. His knees kept my foreland in place. He reached under my leg with his left deal and stroked my cock. He spit on my exposed asshole and teased it with two finger. Slowly he inched them inside me. One finger had felt OK. Two fingerbreadth stretched me to the point of hurting, but the sensation of richness was unexpectedly welcome. He used Sir Thomas More skewer as he inched deeper, until both indicant and middle finger penetrated me fully. He curled his fingers toward himself, this time dragging them across my prostate. I moaned involuntarily. That felt great. Despite my Brobdingnagian discomfort at the situation, I could n't snub my biological needs. He gradually increased his rhythm method, drawing his digit out as he thrust into my lips then pressing hard against my prostate gland as he pulled out of my back talk, eliciting a soft yip from me each time, all the while jerking my cock. My mouth and jaw were dead from effort. My back ached from the contortion and my psyche clouded as the blood pooled in my fountainhead. The urgent pleasure from his prostate massage was building. I forgot momentarily that I had been taken against my will.

As my orgasm boiled over I lost ascendance of my body. Mark pulled his cock from my mouth, leaving my look exposed to the imminent outburst. My mouth, still expecting to be impaled again, remained afford. He aimed my cock straight at it. Bullseye. My orgasm erupted, shooting steaming squirt of cum directly into my mouth. Pinned as I was against the bed and wall I could n't object or evade. He pulled me down, nearer to my mouth as I folded, dribbling the hold up drops of salty ejaculate into my still unfastened mouth.

mark released my leg and I crumpled to a pile on the bed. He clapped a hand over my mouth."Swallow."I obeyed. The truth was that I liked the taste of my own brewage. Sometimes sampling it after I jerked off. But not like this. Not this much, not this way. It did n't taste bad, but the activity still caused me to gag.

I laid crumpled on the bed, exhausted and bewildered. I couldn't look at him. He had used me badly and against my will, but I had cum.

"Rest boy, it 's my routine next."He grinned again. That grin began to terrify me.

"No ..."I pleaded, softly."This is n't what I wanted. I did n't want to do that. You forced me."

"At first, maybe. I did n't force you to cum. That was you. I did n't force you to deepthroat me. Like I said, you 're a natural."I shuddered at his words."I 'm just helping you along the path to self discovery."Now he was mocking me.

"This is n't who I am…"I objected.

"Prove it."He returned. He stepped toward me and I recoiled.

"Ah, ah…"He cautioned."No thaumaturgy this time, just sit up."I sat on the edge of the bed. I could n't look at him, so I just stared through him, eyes slanted down. He approached slowly, his large erection bobbing as he walked, at face tier. He moved right up against me, his gumshoe still slimy from my earlier ministration, poked me in the upper lip. He stopped. Leaning forward just slightly. I did n't choose to open my oral cavity, it certainly was n't a witting exploit. My lips parted automatically. A response cultivated by the onrush i had just been issue to. As he leaned I stayed put and let his affectionate slippery tool slide over my lips once again. He held there, gently rocking his tip along the surface of my tongue.

"See boy. You like it. You want it."No, I thought, I just ca n't wreak myself to defy you. I pulled back enough to verbalise.

"All I wanted was for us to have fun with Eva."

"good, that 's exactly what 's happening."He said, gesturing to a laptop on the desk nearby."She 's watching everything."

Oh god no. It was one thing to be humiliated like this in private. To hold the objective of my desires be the only when perceiver to my failure crushed me.

"turn of events it off, please."I begged

"I will…"That grin flashed again"when we're done. Now lay on the bed, face down, put your hands underneath you."

"What ? Are n't you listening ? No. I do n't want to !"I pleaded, hoping blindly for some compassion.

"You do n't want to YET. Just go along with it boy, you do require lubricator do n't you ?"

Lube for what ? My psyche raced. He pushed my shoulder, I fell backwards. He grabbed me by the hips, reel me around and up onto the bed, placing me just as he had commanded.

fool moved to the nightstand and took something out. He climbed onto the bed and straddled my pegleg. I heard him take a lid off whatever was in his hand. Then a cool shock to my anus. Petroleum jelly. This was it, he was definitely going to fuck me.

"Please do n't do this."I begged. With my handcuffed hands pinned under me and Mark on top I could barely fight."I 've never been fucked ! You 're too big !"I tried to roll beneath him.

"That 's ENOUGH !"he struck me hard in the back, knocking the wind out of me. In a flash he had another pair of handcuffs from the Nox point of view. He grabbed my pelvis and lifted, bringing my knees up almost to my shoulders. He cuffed one wrist joint to an ankle, uncuffed the original set, and did the same on the polar English. I was face down on the bed with a freshly lube dickhead push high up in the air, gasping for breath. He lined up behind me and shoved. My first breathing place was a scream. He managed to get the thick head into my sphincter on the foremost push. I felt like I was being torn in two from the inside. I grunted and moaned painfully. He eased back a bit and his pass caught on my anal retentive annulus. It felt like having my gumption yanked out and I hollered. He pushed in a bit farther, inching his way into my ass, relishing the sounds of struggle and pain that he was causing. He gained more ground with each repetition until I felt his testicle swing and hit mine. He hilted in my ass, pausing to let out a triumphant growl.

"Holy fucking shit this is even tighter than your throat."He withdrew steadily until his header snagged on my sphincter again. I discovered that despite the burning pain of incursion I found the vacuum left behind uncomfortable.

He was right all along. I did enjoy getting fucked.

His next jab was brutal. As fast and hard as possible into my rectum no pause for alteration."Ahh !"I cried. He set a dizzying stride, driving deep until his thighs slapped my ass and pulling out to the tip, almost pulling my sphincter out of my organic structure. Each time it felt as if I would prolapse. Each time he would get back in at the moment I thought I could take no more. I cried out with each jab. It felt alike hours of nookie and he still had n't cum. His breathing became ragged. His Assault on my maw more urgent and less controlled. As my muscular tissue and resolve weakened my groan of pain became less reach and more effeminate. The pain was fleet, replaced instead by a wet pistoning fullness. He leaned forward to squeeze deeper and his head began to range my prostate. My squeeks became squeals, and I felt my sexual climax rising. Oh no, not again, I thought. He grunted loudly, slammed hard into my ass, and stayed there. I felt his cock swell in my ass as he came. A pleasant warmth flooded my interior as he coated my rectum with his juice.

He stayed behind me, flagging erecting sheathed in my anus, rubbing my sides and slapping my ass, panting heavily as he recovered. When he did withdraw there was a trenchant pop as his promontory separated from my anal hoop. He left me cuff on the bed, grabbed the laptop, and moved the camera in for a close-up. I heard a giggle. It was literal, she had been watching. I turned my head face down and wept. He had humiliated me, degraded me, dominated me, all while the goddess Eva watched. They had probably planned this from the start. Maybe it was a regular ruse and I was only their latest target area. I could feel his cum, probably mixed with my line, trickle from my mother fucker over my nut.

cross did n't say anything, he knew I was broken. He removed the handcuff, sat on the bed in front of me, legs splayed around my head, he set the laptop on the nightstand facing towards us."clean and jerk me off, boy."

"Yes, sir."I said. And set to cultivate on my chore.

I never heard from them again after that night .