"Ass Reaming" - читать интересную книгу автора (Michaels Blake)

Chapter 4

The bedroom was fantastically beautiful. It was large, and had windows on two sides. He was completely secluded from the other tenants. On one side was the bathroom and dressing room. On the other side was his living room.

The room was as good as soundproof.

The bed was huge. It was covered by a black leather sheet.

The wall opposite the foot of the bed was covered with mirrors which had been obscured by heavy drapes until he had pulled them back.

"On the bed," he ordered, emotionless. I complied.

"On your stomach!"

I rolled onto my stomach.

Quickly, before I could turn or object, he had grabbed my wrists and snapped a pair of handcuffs on them. They were locked behind me.

Just as quickly, he snapped a pair of shackles on my feet. I spread my legs and discovered that there was a length of chain about a foot long between my ankles. I could only hobble if I tried to walk.

"Now, cunt, we'll see how badly you really want it. Tell me," he said, "Tell me how you want it… "

I heard the sudden whistling sound and felt the sharp slap of a broad leather belt.

He was standing beside the bed with his cock in one hand the other hand was holding a mean looking garrison belt.

"How badly do you want it?" he sneered, shoving his cock forward.

"Badly," I moaned.

"Bad enough to have some more belt?" he asked.

I hesitated.

"Answer me! he shouted, angrily, "Yes… "

The belt cut me short. It crashed into my ass and I could feel the stinging welt it was raising.

"Bad enough to have some more belt?" he asked again.

"Yes… "

Again the belt hissed me. This time on the other ass cheek. It burned. It hurt.

But it felt good.

"More?" he asked.

"I want to be fucked!" I shouted back.

"More?" he asked again, as though I had not even spoken one word.

"More," I echoed, resigning myself to him.

"Let me hear you beg for it," he taunted.

"More… belt… I want… more belt." I continued. "Belt… belt… more… give me more… "

My voice was going off on its own. I wasn't thinking of the words… they were coming of their own accord.

I got more belt. Hard. Over and over. My ass was tingling. Burning. It was hot. It was burning up.

And I heard myself talking…

"Oh, more… give me more.,. more of the belt… whip me… whip me."

"Who am I?"

I heard him ask me. I knew what I was supposed to say…

"My master," I intoned, seriously, eagerly. "You are my bond-master… my boss… my cock… you are my… "

And again the belt cut me short. It lashed across both my buttocks, low, and I could feel it cutting the flesh.

I didn't want to look. I only wanted to feel.

I could feel my hips working. I could feel them shoving the cheeks of my ass upward, toward the source of my pain and my joy.

I wanted, suddenly, to be beaten unmercifully.

"Oh, hell," I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Beat me. Make me yours. Make my body cry. Make it hurt. Make it yours… whip me… beat me! Beat me! Beat me!"

I screamed my plea over and over. And over and over he complied.

I watched him as he beat me. His one hand worked methodically on his cock, skinning it back and then moving forward, forcefully, seductively, pressing the skin forward, increasing the size of the glistening glob of juice clinging to the head.

His other hand was swinging loosely with his arm, grasping the big belt firmly.

He was looking down on my body. His eyes flew over the length of my body. They were glazed. They were seeing through me.

There was a cruel smile on his wet lips. His breath came fast. He was impassioned.

He hit me again.

I whimpered under him. Enjoying the feel of the pain in a way I never dreamed I could.

"Beg, bitch… beg for your master to love you… let me hear you beg… "

I begged.

"Yes… yes, that's it… whip me… prove to me that you're my master… prove that I'm yours… whip me… whip me… oh, please… whip me!"

What had come over me? I was playing the role of a masochist.

And I was loving it. I was wallowing in the deliciousness of the slick, sticky leather under me. I was tingling at the pain behind me. I loved the feeling of the restraints on my body.

I was a macochist.

"Now what do you want, you shit-eating piece of dirt," he asked.

I looked hungrily at his cock and the huge drop of clear fluid beginning to drop from the head of his prick.

"That's what I want," I said… "That's it the love juice. I want it on my tongue… I want to taste it… I want to lick it from you… "

I thought at first that he was going to let me have it. He leaned his body forward, over the bed and continued to massage his throbbing tool.

The drop grew in size. He was milking more of that lubricating juice out of his cock. It was hanging in a great blob by a luminous thread of liquid.

It extended further and further, lower and lower. I wanted it. I tried to move my body over so that I'd be under him.

But the shackles stopped me.

"Oh," I said, involuntarily. "Please… please let me have it… I want it I want your cock."

But he wouldn't.

I saw it come lower and lower, closer and closer to the leather covering.

And then the drop fell loose. It fell to the leather and lay there in a huge puddle.

"Now, you cock eater!" he spat at me. "Lick it up."

I didn't need the encouragement his belt gave my ass. But I accepted it, willingly.

I squirmed over the bed and planted my lips on the puddle. My tongue lapped it up, licking off the leather sheet until there was no trace of his juice.

"Well? "he asked.

Again I knew, somehow, what he expected me to say. "Thank you, master," I intoned. "Thank you for your juice… Thank you… thank you,… thank you… "

Tears were filling my eyes. I was really grateful for this man letting me have his juice. I really felt like he had done me a great favor.

"Now," he said, "How would you like to taste this cock? How would you like to feel it in your fucking throat? How would you like it down your throat, nun?"

"Oh, anything," I said. "Anything at all."

"Good," he answered. "But first, we have to take care of that little cunt of yours, don't we?"

"Oh, yes," I said, remembering my hot cunt. It was aching to be filled. It was dripping wet.

"What would you like up there, slave?" he asked me.

"Anything," I said. "Anything at all. Please fill it… fill it… give it anything… "

I was grinding my hips into the mattress, pushing the lips of my swollen pussy hard against the bed.

My tits were mashed under me and I didn't care. I delighted in the feeling of them being pressed broad and flat. My head was reeling.

Bruce reached under the bed and brought forth what looked like a stubby dildo. It was ^only about two inches long.

At its base, it had a large suction cup.

Also attached to it was a long tube, to the end of which was a rubber bulb, similar to a blood pressure device.

"How's this for a start?" he asked, teasing me by shoving it in my face.

"Yes," I moaned, heatedly, "Anything… Anything."

"Then lick it. Wet it… get it nice and moist for that hole of yours, baby. You're gonna get it and you're going to get it good," he threatened.

Automatically my tongue shot from my mouth and slithered back and forth, over the stubby dildo. I licked it all over until it was wet, managing to deposit some of my sex slobber on Brace's fingers and hand as I did so.

He turned the device upside down. "Now wet the cup, bitch. Wet it good, 'cause that's going to hold tight for it to work for you. Wet it good. That's it; working your tongue like that will do it. Let me see that tongue… Yeah… lick it… "

When I had saturated it, he spread my legs and planted the dildo firmly in the center of the bed, pressing it down so that the cup grasped the leather covering on the bed.

"Okay, bitch," he told me. "Get to it. Get on it and let's see what you can do with it… "

I complied immediately. The mere thought of having my pussy worked excited me beyond a point where any inhibitions I had were completely washed away. All I wanted to do at this moment was get that thing up my ass.

My body slid over it. I felt it pressing against my groin.

I raised my body until it lodged itself in my crack. It wasn't big enough.

It only pressed into the edge of my lips.

I held my legs as far apart as the shackles would allow me and began bucking my hips onto it.

It slipped into my lips and I let out a little moan as it brushed up against my clit.

I had found the spot. I worked my hips frantically.

"Yeah, cunt. Work on it… get it in there… "

As he said this to me, he got on the bed and spread his legs so that his crotch was just out of reach of my tongue. He was slowly working on his cock.

I could see his balls lift each time he moved his hand up to the head. I could see them roll liquidly within his sac.

And then they would settle and nuzzle neatly between his legs as he lowered his hand.

"Buck, baby,… buck that ass. Let me see you buck."

I began a steady bucking motion with my hips, rocking back and forth on my stomach. I could feel the little stubby dildo teasing and taunting my ass. It was barely rubbing my clit.

"Oh, you ass hole. You should see what you look like. You should see in the mirror. Here," he said, producing a mirror and holding it in front of my face. "Look at what you look like. I want you to see how cheap and dirty you really are. You fucking slug… "

I looked into the mirror, I could see the crack of my ass. I could see the orange dildo poking into it. I could see my ass rising and falling on it. I could see the welts all over my ass.

It was criss-crossed with them. And I remembered the feeling of the belt.

"Oh, whip me," I begged. "Whip me some more… I love it… "

"Naw, baby. You don't want too much of that. I don't want to kill you, I just want you to love it… love it… love it… "

He repeated himself like a broken record. And the words had their impact. They pressed further and further into my mind. Love it… love it… love it…

I could only associate the thought with the act of the moment. I could only think of the dildo.

"How would you like a little more?" he asked, looking down on me and into the large mirror alternately.

I raised my head, my eyes speaking for me and my hips confirming my desire.

He picked up the rubber bulb and squeezed it a couple of times.

I felt the reaction. He was pumping air in to the bladder of the rubber stub. It started to grow, slowly. I could feel it poking deeper into my ass hole, pressing harder against my ass.

"How's that," he asked, sounding very much like he didn't really care.

"Oh… beautiful… " I moaned, "It's hitting my clit harder… it's beautiful… beautiful… "

I lent proof to my words by bucking harder on the stubby shaft within me.

"Now," he said, "The rest is up to you. It's all up to you… "

Saying this, he placed the bulb at his groin, resting it against the base of his cock, nestling it in his hairs.

"Suck!" he spat. "Let me feel your mouth! The more you suck, the more dildo you get. The more you suck… the more your ass hole gets. Now suck!"

He pushed himself forward.

Saying nothing, I arched my back and pressed my groin onto the dildo for support. Without my hands, I couldn't raise my head easily.

But I managed to raise high enough to latch my lips onto the head of his cock. It was moist and sticky. It was salty and sweet. It was hard, stiff, throbbing.

I opened my lips and let the head slip into my face. I let my eyes come open and I saw the bulb in front of me, but… it was so far away.

I had a driving desire to have more of that dildo. I had to have that dildo.

I pressed my mouth down on his cock and felt it slip into me further. The crown of his cock passed my teeth and it seemed to fill my mouth. How was I to reach that bulb… so far away.

I continued my efforts, writhing on the bed, anchored to the dildo on one end and a stiff cock on the other end.

"Here," I heard him say. I looked up, not removing my mouth from his cock.

He pushed a white cloth in my face, covering my nose. I inhaled deeply.

I felt a coolness… drenching my body… relaxing my nerves… making me go numb…

"Breathe deeply and relax, relax… that's it, just relax… breathe… relax… "

He filled the room and my head with his voice.

I could think of nothing. I could only relax… and breathe.

The chemical on the cloth was reducing me to a limp rag. I felt, vaguely, his cock creeping into my throat, slowly and steadily.

I felt the dildo pressing into my ass hole, firmly.

I was torn between the two. I couldn't unscramble my thoughts.

I could only breathe… and relax.

Through eyes that really couldn't focus, I saw the bulb coming closer… closer… closer.

I felt the cock slip into my throat, deeper, deeper, deeper.

He resprayed the cloth and replaced it, completely cutting off any outside, clear air I might get.

"Breathe, slut… whore… slave… you fucking slave… breathe… relax… breathe… relax… let that ass relax… "

I was relaxing. I could feel the disjointed feeling of my hips… my pelvis. It was no longer a part of me. It was separate from me. It was pressing on the stubby dildo.

I felt something at my forehead and looked. It was the bulb. I bucked against it, pressing it slightly, and I felt the dildo respond. It firmed up some more and I could tell it had grown, if only slightly.

I marveled that I had negotiated so much of his cock. I relaxed, feeling his tool lodged deep in my throat. I could hear my breath whistling around it, my mouth opened wide, my teeth and lips not even touching the stem of his meat.

But I could breathe, and his cock was in my throat. I rolled my head from side to side and could feel his meat move in my throat. It was tight. It was hot.

I was hungry and I pressed down on him, devouring his manhood, I felt the tender pressure of the bulb against my forehead again and I bucked.

This time I could press hard on it.

"Heave! Buck! Fuck yourself… fuck yourself… come on fuck… fuck… "

I was putty. I was under his complete control. If he had told me to jump from the window at that moment, I would have.

"Suck… suck it… eat it up… lap on it… yeah, bitch, yeah, you slimy whore… suck, suck a man… suck cock… cock."

His voice droned on and on, it echoed in my head. There was nothing but sound in my head. I couldn't escape it.

I didn't want to.

I wanted to suck… I wanted to eat it up… I wanted to lap his maleness… I wanted to eat his cock.

"Ugh," I heard my own voice, in response to another thrust of the dildo in my cunt. My hips were pressing down on it, forcing it into me, forcing it to spread my lips, forcing it to fuck me, forcing it to make me want it… forcing me on… for more.

Again I bucked on Bruce's cock and slammed my head toward the bulb. I made contact and pressed it hard… once.,. twice… three times…

It lurched, it pushed… it pressed.

Deeper into me it crawled.

Wider and wider it stretched my lips.

More and more I wanted.

The taste of Bruce's cock came to my consciousness again. That delicious, hard shaft planted in my throat. I began swallowing it, contracting my throat muscles, milking it, pulling at it.

At the same time I kept working my head up and down, pressing it deep into his crotch. Each time making contact with the bulb.

Each time pressing it flat.

Each time inflating the dildo, and each time getting it further into me.

Each time feeling greater depravity immerse me.

I brought my legs close together. I could feel the firmness of the weapon between my legs. I rocked my hips from side to side and felt its flexible rigidity. I could feel it pressing against the walls of my dripping ass.

I was getting near.

I wanted to come.

I pumped and throbbed on it wildly.

"That's it… work it… there's more. Take it, take it all, fuck, suck, you slut."

Each one of his words formed a picture in my mind, and I lived each picture.

I worked my cunt, feeling it slide up and down the rigid, almost coarse staff between my legs.

Striving to take more and more.

Striving to satisfy Bruce by taking it.

Striving to take it all.

Fucking myself with his dildo.

Sucking his cock greedily.

Feeling like the dirty, filthy slut he had called me.

And loving the feeling.

He placed his hands on either side of my head and began to work my head up and down the length of his torrid tool. He lifted my head, arched my back and pulled me off him until only the tip of the throbbing tool was pressing against my lips, seductively.

Then he gently but forcefully pulled my head into him, forcing his maleness deep into my throat; forcing my face into his crotch.

Forcing my head to flatten the rubber orb lying on his groin.

Forcing the dildo to climb deeper into my ass canal.

I was an animal. I was depravity.

I was moaning incoherently, slobbering, writhing, wallowing in the filth of sex. Loving the delights of boundless sensuality.

I grunted against the dildo, forcing my pussy lips out, forming a huge ring of flesh that rode the length of it. I had no idea how deeply it was planted into me on my downward thrust. I had no idea of how much I slipped out.

I felt like a million miles of hot cock was crawling into me.

"Wait a minute!" Brace suddenly said. "I forgot something… "

He reached over the side of the bed and brought up a tube of ointment.

He twisted a little screw in the rubber orb and I felt the dildo begin to deflate, to retreat from me, to go soft. Almost like a cock after it had come.

He got to his knees and pulled the flaccid dildo from my ass; my lips hung loose, dripping my passion until I formed a puddle under me. I could feel a sticky wetness smearing all over my groin. But I didn't care.

I turned my head and saw Bruce press the head of the tube against the head of the dildo. He was forcing the ointment into a little sac in the dildo. He forced nearly half the small tube's contents into the depraved instrument.

When he finished, he replaced the stubby little mound of pink rubber against my ass hole once again.

Then he resumed his position in front of my face. He replaced the rubber ball on his groin, just as it had been.

His cock was still rampant. It was throbbing and its head showed the proof of his passions. It was freely dripping that clear, slick, salty-sweet fluid that serves so well as a lubricant.

My greedy tongue lapped at it hungrily. I wanted every bit of it I could get.

"Now, slave," he said in my ear, "now you can really go to town. Now you can prove to me what a fucking slave you are… Fuck that dildo now… "

As he said this, he again covered my nose and mouth so that I could only breathe the fumes from the cloth.

Once again I drifted into a world of total oblivion. An orange ball formed in the back of my head and began moving forward. In its wake it left complete submission, complete abandon.

Almost at a distance, I felt my hips throbbing on the dildo. I was vaguely conscious of Bruce's cock poking into my throat, conscious, too, of the rubber ball being repeatedly pressed against my forehead.

But most of all, I was conscious of the sensations coming from my groin. They were like millions of needles, stabbing every inch of my anal canal.

I knew I was riding up and down on the dildo. I knew it was inflated considerably. I knew it wasn't as rough as it felt.

Then it occurred to me… the ointment… My ass was draining it from the head of the dildo and transporting it back and forth along my canal.

The heat increased. It ran down my legs toward my feet. It burned everything in its wake.

It spread through my stomach, destroying any sense of restraint, any sense of decency, any thought of reality.

"Yeah, how's that, whore? How's that dildo now, slave, like it? Want it? Take it all… let me see that ass hole fly… yeah. That's it… push them out… push those lips out… way out… let heaven in… fuck."

Fortunately, he was holding my head and working it back and forth on his cock. I didn't have to concentrate on that. I only had to think of my ass hole.

I only had to think of satisfying my ass. I only had to think of filling it.

I pumped and moaned. I ground my hips, twisted my pelvis, arched my back.

I slammed myself down on it and could hear the force of my body hit the bed.

The fire was consuming me.

The odor coming from the cloth was overcoming me.

My head was spinning. My ears were ringing, my eyes blinded by the lights flashing inside my head.

I was wanton. I was sex… feeding on itself… I wanted him to see me… I wanted to please him.

Suddenly there was no other thought in my mind, but to please him. I knew he was watching me. I knew he was judging me, 1 wanted to please him… I wanted to show him.

Then it happened.

Amid the burning, throbbing sensations in my ass there rose an all-encompassing feeling of climax. My stomach tightened, my legs tensed, my back stiffened. My ass hole pushed out, harder and harder against the invading representative of sex. My lips were turned inside out. My ring of flesh was slapping against the leather covering on every descent.

Even with Bruce's cock buried in my throat I managed to make animallike gurgling sounds. I could feel his rigid cock trying to probe deeper into me. I gulped at him; fed on his animal sex, thrived on his physical invasion of me.

I could feel the hot juices of my climax welling up inside my stomach, running down through the channels inside my cunt.

My body exploded with the force of my orgasm. Hot, garbled moans escaped my cock-filled throat. My body writhed in orgasmic ecstasy. My hips thrashed about as the hot juice of my come spewed from my palpitating, convulsing hole.

As my own come raced through me, I felt the cock inside my mouth swell. I sucked harder, knowing what was about to happen. The head of his cock was pressing against the back of my throat when the first thick, white gush of sperm came shooting from his piss hole. I swallowed it hungrily, sucking at the same time. I couldn't swallow fast enough and finally thick, globs of come ran from the corners of my stuffed mouth, rolling down my chin and then dripping onto my heaving titties.

Suddenly, the cock was pulled from my mouth and I could feel the remainder of his come shooting all over my face, landing in a hot, sticky mess on my eyes and forehead, with the last few drops squirting onto my nose and mouth.

I moaned with passion, feeling total degradation at last. I was being used and I loved it. I began feeling totally spent, drained of all feeling. I felt a calm, relaxing coolness creeping over my entire body. Sounds became more and more distant. I could imagine the way I looked, the globs of come covering my face already cold and beginning to harden, forming a crust.

"You fucking slut," was the last thing I heard. I was totally and completely out of it.