My last owners were a dominant married couple. They liked to include me in their lovemaking sessions, and although I had tried my best to do whatever they wanted, I didn’t think they were very happy with me. They never spoke to me except to give me an order.
My Master considered himself straight, completely heterosexual. A happily married man who was very much in love with his wife. But from the first day they brought me into their home —— and into their bed —— he got a real power trip out of using my body sexually. Well, not my entire body, just my mouth and my asshole. But of course, he never told his wife about that.
My Mistress liked me to use my tongue on her. I would be licking her asshole while my Master went down on her pussy. Or I would be licking her asshole while Master fucked her pussy. Often they would make me the third partner in a “sandwich,” with her in the middle. But I was always the one at her back, the one who fucked her in the ass, and she was always facing and kissing her husband as if I wasn’t even there.
In their home, outside of bed, I was always fully dressed. They liked to act like I was just their “house man.” My job was basically to do all the housework. All the cooking, cleaning, laundry, ironing, and the gardening. And although I gave it my all, hoping for some sign that I had pleased them, they just ignored me unless they were actively angry with me. I never knew what would set them off.
As I mentioned before, Mistress never realized what her husband did to me when she wasn’t around. She had no idea that he fucked me every chance he could. She believed I was only in their lives to pleasure her and her alone. And I know that though he liked to act like he was the boss in the family, in actual fact, she scared the shit out of him.
One night, when my Mistress was out with her girlfriends, my Master called me into his study. I went in, closed the door quietly and faced him, trembling. He told me to take off all my clothes . . . fast. By the glazed look in his eyes, I knew he was going to fuck me, and fuck me hard. Whenever he got that way, he always caned my ass afterwards, I guess to punish me for making a straight man like him desire me.
As soon as I was naked, he ordered me to undress him. I undid his shirt buttons, and took off his shirt. Then I kneeled down to remove his shoes and socks, unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly, and pull down his trousers along with his underpants inside. He held onto my shoulders to balance himself as he stepped out of his pants. I was ordered to remain on my knees, while he stood there a few moments, naked, just looking down at me.
My Master slowly walked over to the couch and kneeled upon it, facing its back and away from me, with his knees spread and leaning forward with his arms crossed on the top of the couch back. He then ordered me to crawl over behind him and ream his ass out.
Man, I had never done that before to a man. I didn’t even know if I could go through with it. It was one thing for me to let him fuck my mouth or fuck my asshole. After all, I just had to be passive and accept those things being done to me. But now he wanted me to take an active role. Oh, God.
There I was, kneeling behind him, looking at his hairy asshole with its piece of toilet paper twisted in the hair, and trying to force myself to just close my eyes, lean forward and do it. After all, I was his slave. I had no choice but to obey him. But I couldn’t do it! And when I didn’t do it right away, he turned and looked at me over his shoulder. I knew he could see the disgust on my face. I just couldn’t hide it fast enough.
He slowly got up and then he slapped my face. He grabbed my head with both hands so I couldn’t move it, and then he shoved his huge dick way down my throat. I tried not to gag, but it was hard to get my bearings and to breathe again. Then I felt him pull out halfway, so that he was only in my mouth and not in my throat. Master told me that unlike the other times, he wasn’t going to fuck my face, but instead he wanted me to make love to his cock with my mouth.
Well, I tried to do what he wanted. I tried swirling my tongue around his dick head and, using my hands to control the depth of his thrusts, I licked and sucked the length of him the best I knew how.
After about five minutes of this, he stopped me before he could come. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved back to lean on the corner of his desk so he could catch his breath. I stayed there on my knees, waiting and not moving an inch.
When Master’s breathing had calmed down a bit, he got up and walked around his desk to remove something from one of the drawers. It was a tube of KY jelly and a condom. He ordered me to turn around and bend over, cross my arms on the floor in front of me and lay my head upon my crossed arms. I had to spread my knees as far apart as I could and arch my back, tilting my pelvis back more, more, a little more, until he told me to freeze.
I braced myself to feel the cold jelly on my asshole, but was shocked to instead feel his tongue there! He used his thumbs to spread my ass even more and then he went at it, reaming me, licking along my ass crack from my asshole down to my balls. He even popped my balls, one at a time, into his mouth, rolling his tongue around them! It felt so good, I was afraid I was going to come right then, but I didn’t dare.
Then, Master pulled away and started to dab the KY around my asshole, rubbing it in real good in a slow, circular motion. He kept adding more and more jelly, working it deep into my ass as far as his fingers could go. First one finger, then two, then three, spreading them apart to loosen my hole and stretch me open. Then he stopped and I heard him rolling the condom onto his dick. I heard him rub some KY onto the shaft of his cock, but he was taking so long with it that I began to wonder if, maybe, he was just going to jerk himself off instead.
But then I felt his thumbs pulling on my ass cheeks again, exposing my asshole even more. And the next thing I knew, his cock was poised at the entrance to my ass. I held my breath as he very slowly shoved it in deep in one long stroke. Once it was in all the way, he stopped, I hope to allow my ass to get used to him and stop the reflex of trying to squeeze him out. (Not that he was always this considerate.) After a couple of minutes of both of us breathing hard, he pulled his cock almost all the way out and then shoved it back in, fast and very deep.
In. Out. In. Out. Long, steady strokes. This went on for about ten minutes, and he never once sped up or changed the slow rhythm of his pace. It was luxurious.
Then all of a sudden his thrusts became rough. He began ramming his cock deep into me, and it seemed to me that he was trying to ram me as hard as he could. His swinging balls were slamming against mine with each inward thrust. I knew my poor asshole couldn’t take this much longer.
Suddenly I felt Master’s hand around my cock, pulling on it, stroking me in rhythm with each of his thrusts. His grip was strong and it really hurt, but together with his huge cock in my ass, I knew I was going to come. I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
Just then, I felt his cock begin to twitch violently and he shoved it very deep inside of me one last time. And that’s when I came, too. I was having the most powerful orgasm of my life! And the most painful, because Master’s hand had a death-grip around my dick and my raw, abused asshole was throbbing around the thick base of his vibrating cock. We both came so hard, we actually screamed. I thought I was going to pass out.
And that’s the moment that the study door opened and my Mistress walked in on us.
(End of Part 1)
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