It happened my senior year of high school. I was starting to research my sex and things got out of hand too fast. It was the first-class honours degree time I had been with a man ; the first sentence I had been the submissive married person, and the merely clip I 've been raped.

I was one of the smart ones. school was easy without effort. I barely spent meter on homework, never studied, kept straight A's. Lacrosse and Martial arts kept me in great acrobatic frame despite my complete lack of talent for the former, it allowed me to cross mixer groups between the nerds and jockstrap easily. My for the first time lady friend for 2 years had never let me past 2nd foundation, and maybe I overcorrected by losing my virginity after my initiatory escort with the second base girlfriend. We had a short but passionate relationship and I discovered the immense joy of sex ! Not simply the carnal physical joy, or the opinion of control that came with being the alpha collaborator. What I enjoyed most was the opportunity to station somebody into orgamic walking on air. To me, giving delight was the wages, and watching a woman lose ascendancy of her physical structure overwhelmed with stimuli was the ultimate trophy. Learning came naturally to me and soon I wanted to explore the boundaries beyond vanilla sex. I studied grayback for bondage, massage techniques, and researched various twist that piqued my interest group. Thank science for the internet !

single again in my final year of in high spirits school I turned to a dating website specifically for hookups. This was before bright telephone set and apps, but the estimation was similar. My site of selection attracted a lot of tramp. Mostly I met women, but eventually the approximation of joining a couple intrigued me. I had always considered myself straight, but as I explored rick like BDSM, mature women, and group, I developed the slogan ‘ try everything three metre : once to see what it 's like, again since you probably did it wrong the for the first time time, and once more tardy, in case you 've changed your mind.'

After respective successful assemblage with women from the site, I set my judgment to finding the right couple. I chatted for a few week with multiple pairs, but one stood out. About 15 years older than me, Eva the wife had a stacked full design, well-endowed with large naturally chirpy breasts, hourglass pelvic arch, dark rippled hair that flowed to the bender or her tight round ass, captivating middle, and an Eastern European accent. She was the ideal catamount, and I would give birth done anything she'd asked for the chance to watch her thrash in orgasm. She was a flight attendant and they regularly played with young men in hotels so she could rest close to the airport.

sign, her husband, was a good looking guy. Taller and panoptic than I, though we had similar size penis. He agreed that our meeting should be about pleasing Eva. That if I wanted to try out with male-male touch it would be alright, he was bisexual, but that it was n't essential. I could outride within my comfort zona as a good deal or as little as I wanted, as long as Eva got what she needed. We set a date and post to meet, and I was extremely excited to see this puma harpy squirm by our collective effort. Perhaps that very excitement tip me to look past the red flags.

We had planned to meet at a coffee bean shop, somewhere populace, before going to the hotel, as is typical when meeting strangers from the internet. fall guy texted me a few hours before.

"Hey Mike, Eva and I are running late. Her flight has been delayed and I had a confluence run long. Can we receive a small later, how 's 8PM ?"

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

"Thanks ! Me neither."

As I arrived at the deep brown store :

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

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

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

"The Marriott on outpouring St, way 566. Come up and knock."

At least they're close I thought as I drove the few minutes down the road. Once parked I collected my bag, took a few thick breath to calm my nerve, and started for the lobby. Past the salesclerk with an impossibly suspicious gaze, up the elevator, 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 handsome, better looking than his pictures had conveyed. I hoped a similar surprisal was in memory board 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 give mitt inward to lead me. I stepped in and he reached for a handshake with his right, which had been holding up his towel, it fell as the room access closed.

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

"Likewise, Mark I presume ?"I tried to voice compile. He could see the wavering in me.

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

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

Was that sincere confusion on his human face, or an act ?"I told you, her flying was delayed."She was still in New York an hr ago."

"Oh…"I started."I misunderstood…"

"Get comfortable, we can watch over this for a while until we hear from her."He gestured at the blonde getting doubling teamed on the TV.

"Yeah, sure."That did n't vocalize too bad. He did let a bit of a shady glint in his eyes, though."The drive was a footling long. I 'll rinse off while we wait."

"Help yourself."

I left my bag near the door, undressed in the bathroom, and got in the shower bath. The fond water 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 get it on Eva, so far this is definitely worth the trouble, but how long will she be ? well, I can always leave if things get unearthly.

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

"It 's Eva."

I took it."hullo ?"

"Hi Mike ? It 's Eva."Her vocalism was like silk. I so wanted to get wind her cum.

"Eva ! It 's so honorable to learn from you ! How are you ?"

"Not nifty, I 'm lamentable mike, my flight was cancelled. I 'm spending the dark in New York. I wo n't be able to take it to our date tonight."She did go genuinely sad.

"I 'm sorry to listen that…"my heart sunk. tinker's dam. I wasted all this fourth dimension for blue balls.

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

"Oh definitely. bull's eye told me how sexy you are ! I ca n't waitress, but I do n't acknowledge what my docket will be like yet, we 'll receive to get back to you."She purred.

"Of course."

"Great, well it 's been a foresighted day. I 'll leave behind you in Mark's Sir Thomas More than capable hands."

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

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

"Damn. What a disappointment. She sounds amazing, Mark, I wish she could cause made it."I turned, looking around for my wearing apparel. They were n't on the vanity where I had left them.

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

"I appreciate the offer, but like I said I 'm not sure enough about being with another guy. If I 'm going to experiment I 'd rather ingest a womanhood present. It would just make everything more comfortable."we'd been over this, but I felt the indigence to reiterate."Do you see my clothes ? I could let sworn I left them here."

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

"fountainhead 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 pressure level on my shoulder, leading me out if the bathroom.

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

What's natural event, I thought, fighting the urge to panic and run out the doorway. If I held my calmness I might actually be able to face him again and suffer the sweet goddess I was promised. But what does he mean, I 'll accept fun ?

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

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

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

He grabbed one of the 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 nil I could n't handle, and I really did want to get on his serious incline. This was my chance to maneuver the encounter to safer water.

Taking the oil I said"Yeah, of form. I might as well put this to use if I 'm here anyways."I tried to wreak it cool, rubbing the nursing bottle between my men, warming it.

"Where does it bruise ?"I resolved to do a serious job.

"Where does n't It ?"he joked"Mostly my stage, lowly back, and pep pill shoulders."

I poured a prominent dollop of oil onto one hand, transferring to the other, and lifted one calf, starting on his pegleg. I slowly, firmly massaged into the brawniness, stretching the fibers and working out any nautical mile I found. Up the back of one leg, then the early.

"How's that ? Good pressure ?"I inquired.

"Mmmmm '' was all he could manage.

marking was moderately hairy on his legs, arms and chest. His pubic hairsbreadth was trimmed unretentive. He was quite mesomorphic. Despite my fighting experience, i thought, he might be able to pound me if he knew what he was doing. He probably had 40 lb on me. His dick lay semi-erect pointed down between his pegleg. I made a pointedness to invalidate it as I worked up the back of his second joint. I brushed it once with my fingertips on the way by and his hyperbolize suspiration told me he wanted more.

I worked up to his limit ass sinew. He didn't tense up like most the great unwashed do as I reached to smooth oil over the firm globes. I pressed the palm of my hand deep into the muscle, smoothing out the knots. He wiggled his ass on the way by, causing my thumb to vibrate his whoreson. He was suggesting more, but I would n't accept it.

I changed positions to start on his shoulders. I knelt on the bed beside him, leaning over, gripping his strong neck and articulatio humeri.

"That 's not adequate pressure, you do n't have the the right way leveraging. Sit on my legs so you can use your weight."He knew why I had avoided that. Giving a massage is a sensual act whether or not it 's intimate. While I may not be attracted to him, between the intimacy and the big titted bimbo slobbering over a blackened dick on the TV, I was rock hard. I swung one leg over him still massaging his shoulders, and knelt straddling his upper berth ramification. Predictably my erection nestled between his now slippery ass buttock. Each clip I pushed forward to put pressure on him, my erection glided along his crack.

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

"right there ?"I pushed into a knot.

"Everywhere."I could see him smiling as he rotated his hips, stimulating my peter."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 bozo in the footlocker way ? 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 ?"

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

"Would you fuck a girl 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 savour it without getting emotionally attached."

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

"I do n't know whether I would enjoy 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 difficulty, and worked my way down to his let down back. In this position, at least my prick was n't between his impudence. Maybe he would get the message.

"Oh my god. That feels amazing !"I blushed a petty"I have n't felt this limber in days, you have talented hands Mike."He complimented."My second joint and breakwater are hurting pretty bad now by comparison."He rolled unexpectedly, effortlessly taking me off balance. Demonstrating a light up 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 full erection stood at attention, his legs splayed. He looked directly into my eyes, willing me to follow. Was this still just a massage ? I wondered. He took both my helping hand and pulled them to his thigh, eye still fixed to mine.

I caved. Without a word I continued, kneeling in strawman of him on the bed. Pressing rich into the tissue of his thigh muscles, working slowly, reluctantly towards their apex.

He shifted his regard to the TV behind me. Two young brunette were fondling each other and kissing. With my manus on his thighs he started to slowly stroke his erection. With the rigid fellow member less than a foot from my face I could n't facilitate but take in the sight. He was a similar length as me, about 7 '', but with much Thomas More girth. The perfectly flat shaft was wrapped in bulging veins. He was circumcised with a tumid iniquity mushroom head that glistened with pre-cum.

I moved my hands as in high spirits as I dared. Gripping his seawall muscleman and kneading the tension away. If I could get this over with maybe he 'd let me fuck Eva. I could surely manage being typeface to face with a big cock for that.

He made his move. He reached for his drink 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 men wrapped behind my mind, only serving to unfold my mouth as he forced me down.

"Hey- hmmmph '' his bulging mushroom cloud caput passed my back talk and he let out a recollective gasp.

"Ahhhhh that 's to a greater extent care it."I pushed against his thigh with no result. One of his peg wrapped behind his mitt, around my head, he trapped that foot in the crook of the opposite articulatio genus, capturing my oral sex in his lap with a pattern four lock. I struggled and sputtered in a moment of panic. I breathed through my nose as the salty taste of his pre-cum sank into my taste buds.

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

I shook my head as best I could, trying to protest, but that only served to drag my tongue back and forth across his shaft.

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

He was clearly much stronger than me. Maybe I could make a gaming. Hit his crackpot, eyes, throat, and run. No way to recognize if it would turn for sure. And I could just gain him angry. What would he do then ? Even if i made it out of the way 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 train it easy on me. Maybe he 'd be satisfied once he came. My cervix and coat of arms grew tired of pushing back against him. I resigned to do my undecomposed. Apparently I was going to learn how to break a blowjob, I might as well make it a expert one. If I get a prospect to fuck Eva out of it, maybe it would be worth it.

I stopped struggling, relaxing my implements of war, bringing my custody to the base of operations of his pecker. I pushed my principal forward a footling, restricted by his slopped grip. He sensed the alteration in me, releasing the curl with his leg but keeping his hands on my caput just in casing. At this point I could get a little more than half of his cock in my rima oris. My jaw hurt from opening so wide-eyed, and I was humiliated by his force, but I did n't detest the appreciation. I explored the texture of his manhood with my spit, almost finding use in the silken mildness of the skin over his rigid pole. He pushed deeper into me and I felt his tip nudging at my throat. I suppressed the itch to gag, having taught a few daughter along the way about the trick of squeezing your quarter round to perturb. Pleased with my complaisance he loosened his grip on my head. I bobbed a few time, just as deep, to indicate my intent, then removed his shaft from my lips with a slurp and started licking the stallion length.

"I knew you 'd like it."His voice dared me to resist again."screwing that feels great. You 're a natural."

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

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

He grinned that smirking grinning. No fellow feeling for me in his regard. He grabbed his gumshoe and guided my tongue to his testis. At least he's clean I thought, tonguing his scrotum as he jerked next to my face. One last clout around his balls then I placed the flat of my tongue below his egg and dragged it slowly up to the tip of his stopcock, swallowing as deep as I could. He roared with taste, bucking his hips to meet my expression. I grabbed his shaft with both hands, twisting and jerking his putz between downstrokes. I pushed him further and further into my mouth, against my pharynx. After a few min my throat relaxed enough to stuff his wide mushroom head past. I buried my nose against his hip. My throat flexed involuntarily against the encroachment, massaging him further.

Hmmmm. Fifteen bit into my first off blowjob and I 've already taught myself to deepthroat. Maybe he was right after all. I looked up at him as he withdrew his pecker 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 handlock, pulling me by my arms so that my principal leaned off the edge of the bed. He straddled my arms and pointed his slick cock back at my mouth. unable to advertise away I watched as the glistening rod probed at my lips, skid slowly and steadily across my natural language and down my throat propelled by his weight unit. He stood at the side of the bed feeding his ingurgitate dick 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 caress my cock. Only then did I realize how laborious I was. He gave me a few quick strokes as he drove his steely rod into me again. I shivered from the unexpected joy. As much 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 leverage to grind his coxa deeper into me. He withdrew, wiped a big ball of my spit and mucus from his putz onto his digit, and plunged back into my throat with a oink. Mark leaned over my prone body, impaling my throat, his Lucille Ball dangling and swinging into my come together oculus, he reached past my cock and felt around for my virgin asshole. As he swirled a lubed digit around my tender mess I made the offset sound of protest since he first forced his way into me. Humming a"no, delight !"into his diaphysis, I tried to clinch my legs.

"Do n't contend boy, or I wo n't vex with the lube."His warning scared me sufficiently. As long as it was just a finger. I had let a girl milk my prostate gland before, it could n't be too bad. His finger was wooden-headed but well lubricated. I unclenched and he plunged into me from both ending, bottoming out on my font and pressing his fist against my ass, his middle fingerbreadth deep as he could go from that angle. He curled the finger like a sweetener, again using the leverage to love deep into my throat.

"Mmmm !"he groaned."You 're such a adept ass toy !"he degraded me further."Come here."He leaned forward, grabbed me by the dissipation and picked me up, upside down. It was a serious thing I had n't tried to run, I was like a rag doll to him. I was still attached by the lips to his prick 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 come home my throat, but he continued to piston in and out of my mouth. He eased his body backwards, trapping my left leg under his left axillary fossa so that i was bent against the wall with my cock pointed straight down towards my cheek. His stifle kept my head in seat. He reached under my leg with his left handwriting and stroked my dick. He spit on my exposed asshole and teased it with two fingers. Slowly he inched them inside me. One fingerbreadth had felt OK. Two fingers stretched me to the gunpoint of pain, but the sensation of richness was unexpectedly welcome. He used More spittle as he inched deeper, until both index and centre finger penetrated me fully. He curled his finger toward himself, this time dragging them across my prostate gland. I moaned involuntarily. That felt great. Despite my Brobdingnagian irritation at the situation, I could n't ignore my biologic needs. He gradually increased his rhythm method, drawing his finger's breadth out as he thrust into my back talk then pressing hard against my prostate as he pulled out of my mouth, eliciting a subdued yip from me each clip, all the patch jerking my cock. My mouth and jaw were numb from cause. My back ached from the torsion and my idea clouded as the blood pooled in my head word. 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 control of my body. Mark pulled his hammer from my lip, leaving my side exposed to the imminent flush. My oral cavity, still expecting to be impaled again, remained spread. He aimed my cock straight at it. Bullseye. My coming erupted, shooting steaming spurt 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, penny-pinching to my oral cavity as I folded, dribbling the last drops of salty ejaculate into my still overt mouth.

Mark released my leg and I crumpled to a heap on the bed. He clapped a manus over my sassing."Swallow."I obeyed. The truth was that I liked the preference 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 activeness 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 spell 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 storm 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 Word of God."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 illusion this prison term, 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 bombastic erecting bobbing as he walked, at nerve level. He moved right up against me, his dick still slimy from my earliest succour, poked me in the upper lip. He stopped. Leaning forward just slightly. I did n't pick out to open up my mouth, it certainly was n't a conscious effort. My lips parted automatically. A response cultivated by the onslaught i had just been subject field to. As he leaned I stayed put and let his tender slippery cock slide over my lip 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 play myself to dare you. I pulled back enough to speak.

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

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

Oh god no. It was one affair to be humiliated like this in private. To have the aim of my desires be the only observer to my failure crushed me.

"Turn it off, please."I begged

"I will…"That smile flashed again"when we're done. Now lay on the bed, face down, put your mitt 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 lube do n't you ?"

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

Mark moved to the nightstand and took something out. He climbed onto the bed and straddled my peg. I heard him take a lid off whatever was in his hand. Then a assuredness shock to my anus. petroleum jelly. This was it, he was definitely going to have it off me.

"Please do n't do this."I begged. With my handcuffed hands pinned under me and Mark on top I could barely contend."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 distich of handcuffs from the night stand. He grabbed my articulatio coxae and lifted, bringing my knees up almost to my shoulders. He cuffed one wrist to an mortise joint, uncuffed the master copy set, and did the Lapp on the paired side. I was face down on the bed with a freshly lube asshole thrust high in the air, gasping for breathing spell. He lined up behind me and shoved. My low gear breath was a shriek. He managed to get the fatheaded headspring into my sphincter muscle on the maiden 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 head caught on my anal ring. It felt like having my guts 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 clump 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 promontory snagged on my sphincter again. I discovered that despite the burning pain of penetration I found the emptiness left behind uncomfortable.

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

His following stab was fell. As fast and hard as possible into my rectum no pause for adjustment."Ahh !"I cried. He set a dizzying pace, driving deep until his second joint slapped my ass and pulling out to the tip, almost pulling my sphincter out of my eubstance. Each meter it felt as if I would prolapse. Each time he would tug back in at the import I thought I could guide no more. I cried out with each jabbing. It felt like hours of fucking and he still had n't cum. His ventilation became ragged. His assault on my hole more urgent and less controlled. As my brawn and firmness weakened my moans of pain became less sieve and More effeminate. The hurting was fading, replaced instead by a wet pistoning comprehensiveness. He leaned forward to thrust rich and his head began to crease my prostate. My squeeks became squeals, and I felt my orgasm rising. Oh no, not again, I thought. He grunted loudly, slammed hard into my ass, and stayed there. I felt his dick beau in my ass as he came. A pleasant warmth flooded my inside as he coated my rectum with his juice.

He stayed behind me, flagging erection sheathed in my anus, rubbing my incline and slapping my ass, panting heavily as he recovered. When he did withdraw there was a clear-cut pop as his head separated from my anal ring. He left me handcuffed on the bed, grabbed the laptop, and moved the tv camera in for a close-up. I heard a giggle. It was real, she had been watching. I turned my head word face down and weep. He had humiliated me, degraded me, dominated me, all while the goddess Eva watched. They had probably planned this from the beginning. Maybe it was a regular ruse and I was only their latest target. I could palpate his cum, probably mixed with my blood, drip from my mother fucker over my balls.

mug did n't say anything, he knew I was broken. He removed the cuffs, sat on the bed in front of me, legs splayed around my headspring, he set the laptop computer on the nightstand veneer towards us."Clean me off, boy."

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

I never heard from them again after that night .