A Home for Awhile
‘I’m horny. Kneel by my bed and give my cock a home for a while.’
‘Now that, sir, is definitely in my skill set. I will happily do that, sir.’
’Good slut. I want to feel my cock hit the back of your throat.’
I lower myself to my hands and knees and crawl across to you, my breasts dangling and swinging as I approach. I get to the side of your bed and rise up on my knees. I present my breasts to you, hands behind my back, chest thrust forward, knowing just how much you like to keep them bruised and sensitive. ‘Would you like me to fetch you anything, sir, or would you like to use your hand? Or maybe I should wrap them around your cock, sir?’
You lift one, thoughtfully, then bring your hand down flat on it, over the top, a bloom of red instantly appearing. You begin to slowly rwin blows down; sometimes over the top of my breasts, sometimes under, hard enough to lift them up. Sometimes the blows fall right across my nipples. A moan of pleasure fills the air as I relish each blow. I edge closer, wanting more. Your pace picks up and the marks begin to show. I glance down and smile. Marks of your ownership. The room echoes with the sound of flesh on flesh.
You grab my head and shove your cock into my mouth in one deft move. I love it when you fuck my mouth, the way it fills me. You hold my head there, and I struggle to breathe as you hold your cock deep in the back of my throat. The grip of your fingers in my hair holding the back of my head in place, not letting me pull away. You pull out and strings of your come cover me. You smear it all over my face.
You leave me there, covered in it. I wait in anticipation, hoping that you will use me again, having me rub your cum in each time you use me. Each time, the cum covers somewhere else on my body until I’m coated in you. Smell of you. Am yours.
Later, after fucking my mouth, you command me not to swallow, but instead letting it run back out of my mouth, down my chin. As it does so, you have me run it into my neck and chest. Another coating.
There’s a knock at the door. Your friend sticks his head around. He smiles at the scene in front of him. ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck those big, beautiful, bruised breasts. May I?’ You wave him in. I crawl forward, undo his trousers and pull them down. He deftly steps out of them, his rock hard cock peeking out of the top of his pants. I grab those with my teeth and slide them down, leaving his cock bobbing in front of me. I kneel in front of him and wrap my generous breasts around his cock and slide them back and forth between them, gliding, sliding. As his cock pops through my cleavage, I lick the tip and try to draw it into my mouth. As my tempo increases, I can feel his leg muscles begin to tense. All the sudden pain rears on my ass. My master has grabbed his single tail and is encouraging me to greater effort. I try to focus, but my whole body begins to gyrate. I hear a low keening and realise it’s not me, but him. In just a few strokes, his Cock spits out large globs of come all over my breasts. He falls back on the bed. My master commands me to rub his friend’s come into my breasts. I rapidly comply as the single tail continues to lick at my ass. Every stroke stoking my desire, bringing me closer to the edge.
The single tail stops and I feel my hair being grabbed. He turns me around by my hair and shoves me down on the bed. Whether it was watching the scene before him or enjoying the smoothness of his single tail across my ass, he is aroused again. He pulls me by my legs to the edge of the bed and buries himself deep inside of me. Again and again, he pounds into me, and with each drive, I feel the sting of my ass against the duvet. It only makes it sweeter. He is a man possessed as he speeds up, his girth feeling as if it’s splitting me. I start to beg, to plead for him to let me come, but tonight isn’t about me. It’s about him. He pulls out and sprays me with his come, covering my stomach. Without being told, I rub it in. Covered in him, smelling of him, his.
I awaken later. I’ve no idea how much time has passed. I can feel them, one on each side of me. Spooned warmly between them. I can feel a semi-hard cock against my ass. I push back against it, grinding my ass against it. As I do so, I reach around and grab the cock to my other side, I start stroking it, twisting my hand as it glides up and down the length of him. Increasing and decreasing the pressure as I play. ‘You’d think she would have had enough, but clearly not. What a greedy little slut I own.’ He grabs me by the hips and pulls me up onto my knees. He walks around and shoved his cock into my mouth. I take him in, all the way to his base, I knead his balls in my hand. He pulls out and I roll over, taking his balls into my mouth, sucking, savouring. For a few moments, he enjoys my mouth, but then he flips me back over and without hesitation, slams into my ass, driving hard, running his hand over the marks he’s left crisscrossing my ass. ’Feel free to use her mouth, it’s free. However, when you come I want you to do something for me.’ Some unspoken communication flies between them, but I’m none the wiser. I open my mouth and let his mate slide in. I worship his cock as if it were my Master’s licking, sucking, pumping, playing with his balls and that sensitive area just behind. The pace picks up as my Master reams my ass. I do my best to maintain the rhythm they’ve established. I am merely a vessel to be used and filled. ‘Now!’ He shouts. He pulls out and i can feel his come hitting my ass. At the same time, his mate pulls out of my mouth, pushes down my head and his come lands in my hair. ‘Rub it in, slut, both of them.’ I rise up on my knees And massage the come into my hair as if it were my shampoo, then I reach behind me and rub my Master’s come into my already burning cheeks. The salt burning a reminder of the single tail the night before. ‘And whose are you, whore?’
‘Yours, sir. All yours.’