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Chapter 3

"Make yourself comfortable," Bruce said, as we entered his apartment.

I didn't say anything. I removed my sweater and shoes and took a seat on the couch.

"I said, make yourself comfortable!" Bruce snapped, handing me the tall drink which he had just mixed. "Take them off! Strip, whore!"

I was a little surprised at his tone. It was hard and cold. He had lost his casual, seductive air he had had earlier.

He started removing his own clothing as he moved about the room. He adjusted the radio, the lights and the drapes. When he finally sat next to 49 me on the couch, he had nothing on but his briefs. He took a long swig from his glass and turned to me.

"Still want to get fucked?" he asked, in a tone that was more of a business proposition than seductive.

"Well… " I stammered, somewhat embarrassed.

"Yes or no?" he cut in. "I got the impression downstairs that you still wanted more. Do you?"

"Well, yes, I guess so," I said, timidly.

"Good," he answered. "I was hoping you'd say that. I'm still horny as hell."

As he said this, he took my hand and placed it on his swelling crotch.

"Like that?" he asked, teasingly.

"Yes," I murmured. I was telling the truth, too. I wanted him. His shaft was so long, so large. I knew that I could get all the satisfaction I wanted from it. After seeing how he had so easily gotten into Bill, I was certain he'd have no trouble with me.

His cock had started to grow rigid, pushing against the sheer material of his briefs.

I started to pull it out, for more easy access, but before I could do so, he pulled my head down into him.

"Kiss it," he said, sternly. "Let's see you really love my cock up."

I nuzzled my face into him, obediently, and began breathing hotly against his huge cock and hairy balls.

His shaft continued to stiffen until it was lying full length in his briefs. His balls were heavy and 50 full. There was still a lot of life left in him.

The smell of his crotch excited me. I moaned very softly.

"Think you can manage all of it?" he asked in a low sultry voice.

"Ummmmm," was all I could answer. The smell of his manhood had captured me enslaved me. I began licking at him hungrily, wetting his briefs with my suliva, stroking his heavy legs with my free hand.

"Love it, baby. Show me how you can really love it," he whispered hoarsely.

The sound of his words inflamed me. My body started twisting and writhing on the couch.

I wanted him. I wanted his cock very badly.

"You really do want it, don't you, cunt?" he asked, shoving his hips up toward me.

"Yes," I responded, "Yes, I do!"

"Then lick it, whore!" he spat.

His hand came off the back of the couch and took hold of one of my boobs. His technique was that of a master. He was confident, forceful, and completely demanding.

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.

And a strange thing happened.

I returned to his cock.

I should have stopped, right there. I should have gotten to my feet and put a stop to it.

But, strangely, I found it exciting.

That tingling sensation to my back and ass was absolutely exciting! Where it should have hurt, it felt good. I wanted more.

I got it.

This time, I heard the swish of the thongs as they flew through the air. I felt their delicate sharpness as they bit into the tender flesh of my back.

I twitched, a natural reaction.

But then I relaxed again, and I moaned ecstatically.

"You filthy, no-good whore," I heard him say. "You no-good cunt. You slobbering bitch! You're nothing but a cocksucker, a motherfucking cock-sucker!"

Swish, zap! He hit me the third time.

The thongs bit me again and again.

Each time they struck me, I would jab my face into his crotch, bucking up into him like a calf at its mother's teat, beating the milk from her udder.

Gently, I took his briefs into my mouth, between my teeth. I began lowering my head, pulling them with me.

"Yeah, cunt," I heard him whisper hoarsely. "Yeah, take 'em off, bitch. Undress your stud. Bare that cock, that great, big cock that you want. Bare that hard cock!"

I lowered my head further, feeling his shorts resist. I felt them stretch, still clinging to his body, as though they were reluctant to leave the closeness of his hot skin.

I pulled and tugged, but they would not give.

And then, he hit me again. My sudden, violent twitch achieved the result I could not alone achieve.

His shorts slid from his hips. They went downward, lower and lower.

The black bush of his pubic hair came into full view. It sprang up like a wire brush, coarse, curly and shiny with his perspiration.

Quickly, I turned his briefs loose and raised myself to bury my nose in that hair. The smell of his male animalness permeated my mind. My skin tingled. My tongue came out and I lapped at him, hungrily.

I lapped at him as though I was absolutely starved.

"Oh," I moaned. "It's beautiful! Its warm and delicious. I love it. I love it!"

"Sure you love it, cunt," he said. "Sure you love it. That's the very thing you were made for, to love it. You were made to be its slave, to clean it, to make love, to lick it and suck, suck, suck it!"

His voice sounded lost, distant, and impersonal. It sounded as though he were speaking to no one and yet everyone.

But I was intensely excited. I licked harder.

Swish! The thongs kissed me again, sharply. I could feel their thready trail criss-cross on my back. I could feel the little paths of their previous contact between my ass cheeks. I could feel them heating up, burning and stinging.

It was painful.

It was glorious.

It was delicious.

I moaned like an animal in heat.

"Like that, don't you?" he asked, directing his words toward me. "You really like that, don't you?"

I started to answer, but before I could, he hit me again. Instead of speaking, I whimpered, deliciously.

The words weren't there.

The sound of my whimpering seemed far distant. It seemed to trigger me to further depravity.

His cock glowed amid the blackness of his pubic hair. The solid flesh came more and more into view as I tugged his briefs down.

First the very base, broad and flat, ridged by the gristle and veins that spelled male.

Then the length of it came into view. First only an inch. Then two. Then three.

I couldn't wait. Again, I turned my efforts to his crotch. My tongue was lapping greedily at the fleshy piece of meat. My teeth grazed it.

"You filthy cunt. You no good slave. Cock is what you want, isn't it? Isn't it?"

Before I could answer, the thongs made love to me again. My body twitched, violently.

My tits beat rhythms against my chest, in time to the movements of my body.

Until this very instant, I had not even given a thought to my cunt.

But its presence suddenly crashed into my mind.

It was hot.

It was wet.

It was twitching and throbbing in anticipation of its master.

"Oh, fuck me," I heard myself saying. "Oh, give me that cock up my ass, baby. I need that cock, that great big cock."

"You like that big cock?" he teased. "You want that cock? You want it up your sweet little ass hole? Wall, do you?"

"Oh, yes," I moaned. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Then, beg for it!" he spat, his voice hard again. "Beg for it, dog! Beg!"

Again the thongs crashed into the flesh of my ass. The cheeks quivered. They stung. They were painful. But I didn't want him to stop.

I wanted his cock and I would do anything for it. I would let him beat me, if that's what he wanted. Anything, just as long as I could feel his cock in me.

"Finish what you started," he said, shoving his groin forward once again.

And again I took his briefs in my mouth and tugged downward. I wanted to bare him. I wanted to strip him.

That's what he wanted.

That's what I wanted.

My eyes were glued to his pubic area so that I could see it clearly as I came into view. His cock hidden by the material. His mammoth cock had to be uncovered.

It grew longer and still longer.

I teased myself by pulling the material slowly, very slowly. I wanted to savor every millimeter of his hardened flesh.

The material slowly slipped lower, down over the hard cheeks of his masculine ass, down over the firm flesh of his thighs, his cock became even fatter and larger.

The cock pushed forward, against the material, the outline of its head showing clearly through the material.

My eyes watched it ravenously., It climbed closer and closer to the elastic of his waistband as the shorts were lowered over his legs.

Suddenly, with a snapping sound, it broke free and sprang up, dancing horizontally out from his body. It twitched and it throbbed. And on the tip, I could see the shiny presence of passion. His passion…

Quickly, I pulled the shorts lower, taking one of his feet in my hand and lifting it so that it would slip out of the briefs. Then I lifted the other one.

He was finally free.

His body was completely naked.

He was now completely mine.

"Look at it!" he said, as I approached his prick. ' 'Look at it and worship it!"

I complied, with the aid of his rawhide thongs.

"Oh, you wonderful cock," I spoke to it. "Oh, you beautiful piece of meat!"

Each time I spoke to it, the cock would throb and twitch restlessly.

"Oh, I love you. I adore you. You're my one and only cock."

"That's it, you filthy son of a bitch! Tell it. Tell it who's master here. Talk to it! Talk!" he said, bringing his stinging lash down onto my back again.

"Oh, my loving cock, my master, fuck me! I want you to feel good, hot and wet, up in my ass. I want you to poke me, to stab my ass, my juicy hole. More and more of you will go in my ass, until all of you is completely in!"

I continued talking, words spilling from my slobbering lips.

My own words incited me further.

My own words acknowledged my submission to him and to his cock.

"Now kiss it on the head, but don't touch the wetness. Kiss it. Go on, kiss it!" he insisted, dragging the thongs over my sensitive flesh.

I did as I was told. I raised off my hands and kissed it on the top of its head, as though I were some maid paying homage to a cobra. I kissed it delicately.

I licked it lovingly and passionately.

I didn't touch the wetness, but I wanted to. I wanted to taste it.

"Now the balls," he ordered. "Kiss the balls. They're your gods, too. They're part of your master. Show your respect."

I scrambled under his protruding cock and took the loose skin of his sac into my mouth. I kept pulling, sucking it in. And then I felt the hardness of one of his balls against my lips.

I opened my lips, opened them wide.

It slid in.

I slowly worked my tongue around it, feeling its hardness slip around in my mouth.

I pulled more of his sac into my mouth. Soon I felt his other nut approach my mouth.

So, I opened my mouth wider and let the other ball slide in.

My mouth was full. My cheeks were bulging. My tongue was working madly.

My jaws were working cautiously, lest I bite too hard. I worked my jaws from side to side, up and down, grinding the meat of his sex between my lips.

I saw the crack of his ass over me. I buried my nose in the bottom of it.

The smell of perspiration mingled with the smell of shit. I was at once revulsed and attracted.

The smell wasn't really too bad, after all. In fact it was rather intriguing.

I turned my body so that I was sitting on the floor, my legs spread, my head back, buried beneath his balls. My tongue licked at the spot between his balls and his ass.

My nose was just a little way from his ass hole.

"Yeah, hot bitch! Yeah… " He was beginning to moan now, too. His passion was getting to him. He was letting me have him.

I wanted him!

Cautiously, I bent my head back a little more, bracing my hands on the cheeks of his ass.

I slipped closer to his ass.

My nose touched it. I hesitated. I inhaled. It was heavenly.

It was delicious.

I buried my nose in it and pressed it against the right ring of his ass. I shoved and pushed, tried to sink my nose in. But it wouldn't go.

I moved my mouth back farther, keeping my dripping tongue out, wetting his crack as I moved.

My tongue touched the tight ring, wetting it, and then pushed against it.

At first it was tight. It was tightly puckered. I couldn't enter it.

Then he bent forward. His ass cheeks spread. His ass hole relaxed.

My tongue began to slip in.

I prodded and poked, making short little jabbing motions. And each time I did, my tongue probed him a little deeper.

"Suck it, you slut!" he said. "Suck it into that face of yours. Suck it into your filthy mouth. Lick it out."

I did as I was bade.

I sucked hard… harder.

It moved into me. The whole ring came into my mouth.

I held my tongue stiff and steady, breathing the odor from his hairy ass crack. As he pressed his ass against my face, my tongue moved into the warm depths of his ass hole. It seemed as if I were pulling, sucking and pushing, all at the same time, trying to taste as much of his bowels as I could. I couldn't get enough.

After a minute, my tongue was as far as it would go. Still, it wasn't far enough. I wanted more. I could feel him tightening the ring of muscle at the entrance. His ass hole contracted, grasping my embedded tongue. It held my tongue tightly, pulling it even farther from my mouth. Keeping it lodged inside his warm, moist ass hole, I opened my lips wide to breathe. At the same time, I began fucking him, sliding my tongue in and out as best and as deeply as I could.

At the same time, I played with his cock, grasping the warm, throbbing hardness in my first. I could hear him grunting with passion as I manipulated it, rubbing my hand up and down the rigid length. With my other hand, I cupped and squeezed his sensitive balls, hefting their weight, feeling them fill with a thick, scalding load of sperm.

My tongue was beginning to tire inside his anus, but I couldn't release it completely. His muscles were holding it tight. It wouldn't come out, but then, I didn't really want it to.

I could feel his nuts tightening in their sack and 1 knew that he was on the verge of coming so I released his cock from my grasp. Just then, he loosened his ass hole and broke away from me.

"Come on," he said, "let's go into the bedroom where we can really get with it."