Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2004 23:25:12 -0600
From: East Texan <a1easttexan@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Lesson: First time as a real sub

If you are offended by sex between men, or men forcing other men into
humiliating sexual acts, stop reading right here!  Go away and find
someplace else to play.

The following is a story about my first encounter with a real male DOM.  It
hasn't happened yet, I'm still looking for him.  As I said, this hasn't
happened yet.  When/If it does, we WILL practice safe sex, and you should
too.  Life is already too screwed up to have to deal with STDs too.


FIRST TIME AS A REAL SUB.DOM
(Part 1 of 3 from the MY LESSON series)

I had developed a curiosity about sex with another man.  I had even tried
to just hook up with another guy for some fun, but it just didn't click.
All my life I've been raised to believe sex between two men is wrong.  Most
of the folks I hang out with make the gay jokes and just don't get it when
it comes to a persons sexual preferences.  Since I live in a small
community anyway, finding someone local was out.  I also believed that I
would need a guy that wasn't afraid to take charge, to help get me started.
That led me to one of the adult dating web sites.  I had sent several intro
messages and received various degrees of response, none satisfactory.  Then
I saw it, the ad read "Dom looking for subbies to play occassionaly."  Not
much to go on but the guys age and other information seemed about what I
was looking.  I sent him a short 'hello' message.  He replied within the
hour (fastest reply ever!)  He asked what I was looking for.  I replied
that I have a real curiosity about male-male sexual encounters and wanted
to find a strong, confident man to experiment with.  I believed a Dom was
the best way to ensure I didn't get a wishy-washy partner.

His response was short and to the point, "If your serious, be at the
following address Saturday afternoon, 1:00 sharp!  If your not serious and
waste my time, you won't enjoy it."  There was an address; no name,
directions; nothing else.  As Saturday approached I began to wonder if I
was doing the right thing.  After all, my upbringing led me to believe this
was all wrong, but I had read many stories involving same sex encounters
and the idea intrigued me.  Of course there were many other ideas (from
other stories) that intrigued me also, but those may come along later.  I
was on his front porch at 12:55 and waited 5 minutes the rang then bell.
It wasn't very long until the door opened and the guy that answered simply
said "come in.

I entered the entryway and he closed the door behind me, saying "go on into
the living room."

As I entered the living room I noticed a recliner with a large floor pillow
positioned in front of it.

"Kneel on the cushion, facing the chair."

I was still a bit nervous since we really hadn't talked about any of this,
but knelt as directed.  He walked around in front of me and I got my first
look at him.  He wasn't any kind of hunk, just an average looking, guy with
a little bulge around the middle, maybe 6 foot tall, brown hair (mostly
still there) and blue eyes.  He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a
Harley-Davidson logo on it.  He sat down in the recliner and just looked at
me for a few minutes.  Finally he broke the silence.

"So, you want to experience sex with another man and you think I will do
that for you?"

"Yeah" I replied, "that's what I was thinking would happen."

"Tell me what it is you want to experience."

"I'm very curious about what it feels like to give another guy a blow job."

"Is that it?"

"No, I've also wondered what it would feel like to have another guy take my
ass."

"That's it then, just a quick suck-and-fuck?"

"Well, past those two ideas, I'm sorta open to what comes along, within
certain limits."

"Have you ever sucked a guy before?"

"Kind of, I met a guy that claimed to be a Dom.  He had me suck him but I
don't really count that one."

"How can you not count it?"

"Well, he couldn't keep it hard, and ended up having to jerk his soft dick
to finish."

"What else did he do?"

"We had spent about 20 minutes discussing things I wanted to try or thought
I might like.  Then he spent a little over an hour trying to do them all.
He tried to fuck my ass but couldn't get it in, since he wasn't very hard.
When he spanked me it didn't even turn my ass red.  I got the feeling he
didn't really know what he was doing."

"So you've never had a cock in your ass?"

"No"

"You spoke of limits, what are they?"

"No children, no risk of permanent damage, and no feces, none!  None of
those points is negotiable.  Also, when I leave I must be able to appear as
I do now, no marks, stained clothes, etc.  Nothing that puts me at risk for
disease.  Nothing that could lead to an arrest, like being naked in the
front yard for example."

I knelt in silence as he seemed to be thinking this over.

"So those are your only limits?"

"The only ones I'm aware of.  Everything else remains a possibility at this
point."

"If I do take you on, what is in it for me?"

This caught me off guard a little.  Here I was basically offering to blow
this guy and let him do my ass and who knows what else, and he wants to
know what is in it for him.

"I would serve you to the best of my abilities.  You advertised as a Dom,
so it would seem you enjoy controlling others.  My inexperience may test
that control from time to time, it's just my nature, but I would strive to
serve you well, that should give you pleasure."

We spent another 20 or 30 minutes discussing sexual history, safe sex, and
the use of safe words.  Then he made his pitch.

"OK, he's the deal.  You go down the hall into the last room on the right.
On the bed you will find an outfit.  If you truly want to serve me, get
dressed and be back on that cushion at 2:15 otherwise you may leave.  If
you stay, you will serve me at MY pleasure, not yours.  That other fellow
truly didn't understand the nature of dominance if he was trying so hard to
do everything YOU wanted.  What you want only comes into play if it happens
to coincide with what I want.  We've discussed a couple of things you want
to experience.  I do like a good cocksucking so we just may have to see how
good you are.  The thought of taking a virgin ass stirs my rod more than
just a little, so I believe those desires can be accommodated, IF your good
at following instructions.  If your not good at that, you may not get to
experience your desires but you will experience my displeasure.  The choice
is yours, you've got 30 minutes to think it over and get ready.  Once we
start, there are only 2 ways to stop; use of the safeword, which ends not
only this session, but our relationship.  That is required for me to truly
be able to push your limits and explore my perversities.  The other way it
ends is at 6:00 PM tonight.  I set this alarm", he picked up an old windup
alarm clock from the table beside his chair, "once it goes off we are done
for today.  If you successfully complete today, you may be invited back.
Now go to the bedroom and think this over."

That being said, he got up and left by another doorway.  I slowly got up,
wondering if this was truly what I wanted, and walked down the hall,
turning right at the last room.  My stomach was turning over and over with
nerves and anxiety.  I wanted to do this.  I truly believed I did, but once
I started down this road, there maybe no going back.  I reached the end of
the hall and turned into the room.

The room was very basic, a bed with four tall corner post, a 4-drawer chest
of drawers, a small side table with drawer, and a large, overstuffed chair.
One wall and the ceiling were covered in mirrors.  On the bed lay a
cheerleaders sweater and skirt, along with a tube of lipstick.  This wasn't
exactly how I pictured this scene going, and I'm not really into women's
clothes, but then I guess it is really about what he wants, not me.  I sat
on the bed and thought about what it would mean to put these clothes on.  I
would be humiliated if anyone I knew saw me like that; or for that matter,
if anyone I knew saw me doing anything sexual with a guy.  While I had been
through the botched encounter before, I started to question if I was really
ready for this.  After a while I made up my mind.  I took off my clothes,
stacking them on the small table.  I stepped into the skirt, pulling it to
my waist and zipping it up.  It barely covered my cock and had no chance of
covering it, once it started to rise.  I pulled the sweater over my head.
It actually fit pretty good and I'm kind of a big guy.  Then I picked up
the tube of lipstick.  He didn't say anything about makeup but I figured he
was testing me.  I looked into the mirror and did my best to put it on.

I took a step back and looked at myself.  A hairy legged cheerleader with a
hard cock in bright red lipstick.  This was definitely not how I had
envisioned this adventure.  The clock indicated 2:10 so I headed back to
the living room.  He still wasn't back.  I knelt on the cushion in front of
his chair and waited.  >From my position I couldn't see a clock but I know
more than 5 minutes passed before he came back into the room.

"Ah, I see my little cheerleader has showed up.  Oh, I like that lipstick,
nice touch, though I don't seem to recall mentioning anything about that.
Must just be something you like, eh?  We can explore your slutty side some
other time."

"Well, sir I thought..."  SMACK!

He leaned reached down and slapped me across the face, then took his seat
again.

"Rule number one.  The only words from you mouth will be 'yes, sir' and 'no
sir' unless I specifically asked for something else.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir"

"Very good.  If you need to address me, you will use Master.  Now, how
shall I use my little toy today?"

This question didn't really seem directed at me so I just kept quiet.
After a few minutes he looked down at me again.

"Well, at least you learn fast.  Stand up."

I stood, feeling very embarrassed with my cock sticking straight out.

He looked down at my stiff rod, lifting the front of the skirt (which
wasn't really necessary.)

"Well, well, I think you like that outfit.  I'll have to remember that.
Turn around and bend over."

I quickly complied and felt my skirt being lifted.  He pulled my cheeks
apart and gently blew on my exposed hole.  My cock twitched at that
sensation; I have always enjoyed having my ass played with.

"So, your ass likes a little attention eh?  How's this?"

Then I felt him press a finger into me.  He worked it around some, then in
and out some, then put in two.  They weren't lubed up, so it was kinda
uncomfortable.  Then I thought 'oh god, I hope he's not going to try a fist
me', I'm not sure I could handle that.  Finally I feel him withdraw, then I
feel something cold and hard being pressed against my hole.  He works it
inside and I can feel it seat.  It must be a butt plug and it did have a
little lube.  I've never had one in before, but have read about them.  Once
I felt it pushed all the way, it really felt kinda good.

I heard a rustling sound and then the command "turn around, kneel."

I did so and found myself staring at his crotch, as he now stood in front
of the chair.

"You like the view?"

No really isn't the right answer, but neither is yes.

"I'm not sure, sir"

SMACK

"Yes or No!  Can't decide, let me help you.  You stated earlier you wanted
to know what it felt like to give a guy a blow job, right?"

"Yes, sir"

"Then you contacted me and came over here with the intention of giving me a
blow job, right?"

"Yes, sir"

"So you want to suck my cock, right?

"Uh, yessir"

"What?"

"Yes, sir"

"Yes, sir what?  What is it you want?"

"I-I-I w-want to suck your cock, sir" I whispered.

"What, I couldn't hear you!"

"I want to suck you cock, sir" I answered very plainly this time.

"But you've never seen my cock.  How do you know you really want to?"

"I—I—I've thought about doing it so often.  Now that the opportunity is so
close, I just want to."

"You've thought about sucking MY cock often.  We just met a week ago.  You
must have just been thinking about cock in general.  So you just want to
suck ANY cock, not just mine?"

"No, sir"

"But that's what you just said.  You haven't seen mine, and didn't even
know me when you came here but you hope to suck my cock.  Isn't that
right?"

"Y-Y-Y-Yes, sir"

"Take down my pants, slowly!"

I reached for the button on his jeans.  My hands trembled as I unsnapped
it.  Then I slowly lowered his zipper.  I could see he was wearing light
blue underwear.  I lowered his jeans to his ankles and he raised his left
foot, then his right to step out of them.

"So, made up your mind yet?  Do you like what you see?"

I returned me gaze to his crotch.  You could see he was just starting to
get hard.  His cock looked to be 5 or 6 inches long as it was.

"Yes, sir"

"So you like the look of my underwear?"

That caught me off guard again, "Uh, yes, sir"

"You weren't thinking about my underwear were you?  You were thinking about
my cock.  Can't even see it yet, but you think about it.  I bet want to see
it though, don't you?"

"Yes, sir"

"Yes sir what.  Say it."

"Yes, sir, I want to see your cock."

"Well, go ahead and take my underwear off."

I reached for the waist band.

"Stop, no hands."

I thought about this for a few seconds the leaned forward and tried to grab
the waistband in my teeth.  I finally succeeded in getting one side down
over his hip bone.  When I tried to get the other side in my teeth, I
nipped him, just a little.

SMACK on top of my head.

"No biting, you be punished for that when we finish up here!"

I returned to the task at hand and finally got the other side below his hip
bone.  The front was now caught up on his growing cock though.  I put my
mouth around the tip, being careful to cover my teeth with my lips, and
pulled it off the end of his cock.  From there it was easy to just keep
working it down to his ankles.  He stepped out of them and kicked them
across the room.

"Now, tell me you like what you see."

"I like what I see."

SMACK, across the face.

"I said to address me as Master, try again."

"Master, I like what I see."

SMACK, "tell me what it is you see."

"Master, I see your cock and I like it very much, sir."

"What do you like about it?"

I wasn't really sure how to answer, so I just stared at it for a bit.

SMACK

"I said, what do you like about it?"

"Master, I like the fullness of it.  Not overly fat, but not like a
pencil."

"Go on."

"I like the shape.  A well defined head and not too veiny."

"So" he asked "do you still want to suck it?"

"Oh, yes sir"

"Tell me what you want to do."

"Master, I would like to kiss your wonderful cock, and taste it in my
mouth."

He just kept looking at me, so I continued, "I want to run my tongue up and
down the length of it, then feel the warmth and texture of it as it slides
past my eager lips.  I want to take it all the way in, feeling your pubic
hairs on my nose and your hard cock all the way down my throat."

He reached down to stroke his cock a few times, increasing it's hardness.
Then he held it straight out.

"Do you think you can take this all the way down your throat?"

"Master, I'm not sure.  But I do want to try."

He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it across my lips.

"Kiss it!"

I hesitated only a second before kissing the head, taking about half of the
head between my lips before pulling away.

"Very good, you should remember to always show a superior cock the proper
respect."

I have thought about being in this situation for a long time.  One of my
favorite fantasy positions is to be forced to kneel before anyone (man or
woman) and perform oral sex.  To me it a position of submission,
acknowledging their power over me.  And here I was, kneeling before a guy,
fully ready to suck him off.

"My poor little cock-slut sub, you are just now beginning to experience the
power of a real Dom.  It's not about getting you to do the things you want
to do, it's about making you do things, whether you want to or not.  Now,
take it into your mouth.  Do those things you talked about."

I reached up and took hold of his cock around the base, aiming it towards
my mouth.  I took just his head between my lips and squeezed them down on
his shaft, then ran my tongue around the head several times.  I backed off
then stuck my tongue out and tried to work it into his pee slit.  My own
hard cock was twitching up a storm under my skirt.

"Your really enjoying yourself, eh?

My only reply was to put his now rigid cock into my mouth as far as I could
get it, then moan "Mmmmm"

I began to work my way up and down his shaft.  As he got deeper into my
throat I would gag a little, so I would back off some and try again.  I
reached one hand down and gently started to play with his balls.

"So, you like my balls too?  OK, stop sucking."

I was very disappointed but did stop right away.

He sat back in his chair, putting his butt out towards the edge.

"Well then, start at the tip of my cock, and lick your way down to my ass.
I want to feel you tongue in every hole you encounter.."

I moved forward till my legs were comfortable (hoping this would last a
while) and again took the head into my mouth.  I stuck my tongue into his
pee slit again, working it up and down the slit.  Then I pulled off and
began tongue the underside of his hard shaft.  I worked my way down to his
hairy ball sack, flicking my tongue around and across them.  Finally I took
one ball, then both into my mouth and swirled them with my tongue.  He let
out a groan, "yeah, suck 'em good."

I spent quite a few minutes on his balls, because I really didn't relish
the thought of sticking my tongue in his ass.  That must be the part about
doing what he wants, whether I wanted to or not.

"Keep going" he growled.

I moved down below his balls and finally got to his waiting hole.  He had
laid back in the chair and raised his legs, providing full access to his
little brown puckered hole.  I swirled my tongue around the rim a few times
before plunging in.  The taste was gritty and the aroma wasn't the most
pleasant thing.  After a few fumbled attempts, I finally felt the tip of my
tongue pass through his hole.  I would plunge it in and out the best I
could.  This must have lasted a while when he finally commanded "suck my
cock, now!"

I went back up to his rigid shaft, now about 7 or 8 inches long and resumed
trying to take him all the way in.  I really wanted to feel his shaft all
the down my throat and my tongue on his balls.  Alas, this wasn't to be.
After just a few more short minutes he began to thrust his hips to my
rhythm.  Then he grabbed my head just as I felt his cock start to spasm.  I
had reacted by trying to pull back but only got part way.  I still had the
head in my mouth when I felt his juices flow onto my tongue.  Now I have
tasted my own cum before (I was curious), but this was the first taste of
someone else's.  It was slightly bitter, but no so much I would gag.  I
swallowed and swallowed, until I felt him stop moving.  I reached up and
stroked him a few more times to get the last few drops, looking him in the
eye as I licked them from the tip of his partially limp cock.

"Alright, that wasn't bad for your first REAL blow job.  We may work on
your technique later.  Get your ass up here and over my lap.  Time to show
you what happens to cock-sluts that bite their superiors."

I got up and laid across his lap, figuring a spanking was coming.  He
reached down and pulled his belt from his pants and doubled it over.

"Don't worry cockslut, I'll do this right."

With that he proceeded to spank my ass with his belt.  20 strokes, hard.
He would move up and down my ass, varying the intensity of each stroke.  I
never knew what to expect.  I was beginning to tear up when he finally
finished."

"Now it is time to administer your punishment for failing to address me
properly.  Follow me."

He headed for the bedroom where I had changed clothes.  I followed and
stopped once I was inside the room.  He opened the 2nd drawer from the top,
on the chest of drawers.

"Get over here"

I move beside him and looked into the drawer.  Inside was a large die (you
know, half of a pair of dice) and 4 other items, each with a number on it.
The first was a wooden paddle, about 15 inches long and 3 inches wide.  One
end was carved to fit a hand and the other end had several small holes.
This was numbered '25'.  Then next item looked like a horse crop.  It was
numbered '17'.  The third item was a piece of cane, about ½ inch in
diameter.  It was numbered '10'.  The last item was a very small whip, only
about 6 inches long plus the handle.  The last 2 inches of it were knotted
and the tips frayed and each fray ended in a small knot.  This was numbered
'5'.

"Here's how this works, you choose the instrument of your punishment.  Then
you roll the die.  I multiply the die number by the number on the item and
that is how many strokes you must take.  Simple eh?" he grinned, "Choose!"

There had to be some logic here, probably the higher numbered items didn't
hurt as much.  I started doing the math of number times 6 (max number on a
die) and decided to try and endue the small whip numbered 5.  After all,
how much could that small sucker hurt, plus it beat possible 60 to 150
strokes from something else.  I pointed to the small one.

"Oh, bad choice for you but I like it.  Roll the die."

I picked up the die, prayed for a 1 and rolled.  I got a 3.

"Alright, that's 15 strokes.  Lay on the edge on the bed, legs hanging
off."

I got on the bed, face down and started to move my legs off the edge.

"What are you doing?  Turn over, face up!" he growled.

Now I was confused but slowly complied.  My ass was still very tender from
the spanking just a few minutes ago so this was already not a comfortable
position.

"See, you fucked up.  All the others are mainly for your ass, this one is
for your cock and balls."

He must have seen the panic on my face because he quickly responded "so
next time don't be so stupid and try to outguess me.  When you try to take
the easy way out, around here it usually cost you.  But don't worry, this
won't kill you; you may just wish it had though."

I laid back with my butt on the edge of the mattress.  He crawled onto my
chest, moving my arms down to my sides, then straddled me with his back to
me, pinning me.

"Spread your legs, wider, wider; that's good.  By the way, if you put your
feet together before I'm finished, I start over at 1."

SMACK, he landed a blow around the shaft of my hard cock.  The small whip
wrapped around my cock and the knots bit into the sensitive skin.

"OooooowwWWWwww" that damn thing hurt like hell, but I resisted the urge to
put my legs together.

SMACK, a blow to my ball sack.  My hard cock was quickly shriveling.

SMACK, another to the cock shaft.  He repeated this pattern up through
nine, alternating between cock shaft and ball sack.  I was in agony by this
point and tears ran freely down my cheeks.  He changed his technique
slightly.  He would reach down and hold my aching, deflated penis into just
the position he wanted it then SMACK.  I felt him lift my cock again, but
he was positioning it differently.  SMACK, this time the whip went across
my balls, but the knotted tips ended up right on my ass.  I think the butt
plug is the only thing that saved my poor hole.  He landed several more
around my wilted, pained shaft.  Then he pulled my cock straight out from
my body, gently holding the tip.

SMACK

"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" He aimed the blow to let the tiny knotted tips
catch the underside of my cock head.  I was ready to use the safeword but
before I uttered it, I realized it was over.

He crawled off me and just stood watching me.  I was too stunned to move.
I had fantasized about some pain, but nothing like this.  Finally he told
me to pull myself together, clean up in the bathroom, and meet him in the
den.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face, then put a cool washrag around
my aching cock and balls.  After a few minutes I looked up in the mirror
and realized I had lipstick all over the place from sucking his cock.  What
the hell, I washed my lipstick all off and reapplied it, then headed for
the den.

He was waiting in his chair so I went and knelt on the cushion.

"You are picking this up really well, that's good.  I'm pretty sure you
won't ever make the mistake of choosing the cock whip again either.  If
your wondering why I keep it at all, sometimes you don't get to choose.
Nice touch fixing the lipstick.  I guess you wanted to look nice for the
company."

Company, what company?

"Come on in, he's ready."

I looked towards the kitchen and saw a couple walk in.  He was maybe 5-10
and around 200 lbs, she was at least 6 foot, very athletic looking,
smallish breast but long shapely legs.

"So" the woman started "this is your new fantasy plaything.  I take it from
the screaming and crying he chose the cock whip."

"Yeah, bet he doesn't do that again" Master replied.

They both got a good laugh out of that.

I must have had a very disturbed look on my face because Master looked at
me and began to explain.

"These are my neighbors, Monica and Art.  We had a bet going and they lost.
That means I won and they both belong to me for the rest of the night.
Now, let's all move to the bedroom back there, and I'll really get the fun
started."

Once in the bedroom, Master wasted no time in taking charge.

"OK cockslut, take all of Art's clothes off, then do Monica."

I walked over to Art and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Come on Will" Art begged "don't do this.  You know it was all in fun."

So Master's name was Will.  Master looked to Monica who replied "we made a
bet and were going to follow through!  Don't be such a pussy."

By this time I had his shirt off and had his slacks down to his ankles.  He
sat back on the bed and I pulled off his shoes and socks, then finished
removing his slacks.  As I reached up for his underwear, he tried again
"come on, don't make me do this, I'm not gay."

"Neither is cockslut there, but he is going to go through with this.  Keep
going."  That last part was directed at me.

Art wiggled around as I pulled his underwear down and off, revealing a
rather impressive cock.  It would definitely be larger than Master's.
Master apparently noticed me looking.

"You like Art's cock?  You want to suck it too?"

"If it would please you, yes, sir"

"Well, too bad.  Get busy with Monica."

I moved over to her and looked her in the eyes.  She didn't seem to be
worried at all.  I pulled her tank top up over her head, revealing two
small but pert breast, with VERY hard nipples.  Somebody didn't share Art's
concern, she was enjoying this.  I dropped to my knees and removes her
sandals, then slowly pulled her shorts down and she stepped out of them.  I
reached for her panties and slide them down and off as well.  I looked to
her crotch and was greeted by a very nicely trimmed pubic region, cut just
short enough you could see two pouty pink lips.  There was a slight glisten
to those lips also.  I was transfixed and just stared until Master's voice
broke the silence.

"So, you get to submit to man and woman tonight.  Pleasure her."

Here I was again kneeling before a stranger, surrendering myself and giving
them power over me.  I leaned up and gave her cunny a little flick of my
tongue.  She shifted her stance to part her legs a little.  I pressed my
mouth against her lips and stuck my tongue as far up into her as I could
get it.  I began licking up and down her slit, stopping occasionally to
plunge inside or flick her clit.  I do love to eat pussy.  I worked her
over for 15 or 20 minutes until she shuddered and grabbed my head, pulling
it into her sweetness so tight I couldn't breath.  Finally she let go and I
backed away.

"Well, I see Monica enjoys your oral attentions, but you've left her poor
husband wanting."

I glanced over to see Art sporting a huge erection.  Must have been 10
inches at least.

"Go do her husband the same favor" Master suggested.

I crawled over to Art and reached for his cock.  I began by licking around
the tip several times, then dipping down to lick from his balls, up the
underside, to the tip.  He moaned slightly at that.  Then I took him in my
mouth as deep as I could for a few stroke, then backed off and nibble my
way down to his balls again.  I would take one then the other into my mouth
and swirl it with my tongue, then lick my back to the tip and drop down on
it, as deep as I cold take it.  I had been at this to a while, wondering
if/when he was going to come when Master called out "Stop, I have a new
idea."

"Monica, bend over the arm of that chair."

She complied, presenting us all with a very nice ass shot.

"OK cockslut, since sucking Art's cock has excited you, put your hard cock
in one of those holes, I don't care which" he stated, pointing to Monica's
upturned butt.

My cock had hardened again.  I wonder when, Monica or Art?

Well, since there was no lube handy, I decided to go for the honey pot.  I
walked up and buried myself fully into her cunt in 3 strokes.

"Stop moving" Master commanded, "now bend over her back.  You can play with
her tits if you want."

I leaned over and grabbed a small handful in each hand. I began to teak her
nipples, pinching and pulling.  I gave one a hard twist and she moaned.
Then I heard Master's voice again.

"OK, Art, lube him up and put in his ass.  He wanted to know what it felt
like to be ass fucked."

I was a little worried, based on the size of Art's cock, but Monica turned
her head and whispered to me "just relax and let it happen, it's not that
bad."

I noticed her looking to the side.  I followed her gaze and realized I
could see everything that was happening in the mirrors.  I was really
getting into the picture when I felt the butt plug being removed and some
more of the cold lube being applied.  Then I felt Art's cock head press
against my cock-virgin hole.  He pressed harder and finally got it started
in.  The farther he went, the more it hurt.  I grunted a few times and
jerked forward but Monica just kept whispering "take it easy, it gets
better soon."  And it did.  After he was part was in, he stopped and began
working it in and out slowly.  The pain subsided and a new feeling started
to take over.  It really did feel good.  Damn, why did they hide this
feeling from me my whole life.  Finally Master commanded Art to stop.  I
heard more movement, then felt Art grunt a little and lean forward on my
back.

After a few more minutes I heard Master's voice "nobody move, just relax,
stay still, and let this happen.  If either of you guys cums before me,
you'll be eating it out of the hole you came in."

Well, this wasn't a good thing, Master had already cum once tonight and I
was so hot I was ready to blow at any minute.  Oh well, I guess eating out
Monica again would be such a bad thing.  Then I felt it start.  It was a
little push from Art.  Then another, then another.  Master was fucking
Monica through me and Art.  I felt my dick start to slide deeper into her
with each of his thrust.  I also felt the rumblings of an orgasm and
started thinking about baseball, instead of the sweet tight cunt I was
buried in.  Finally I couldn't hold back any longer.  There was a quick
muscle cramp in my back and BAM, I blew my load into Monica's pussy.  I
heard her crying out "oh yeah, oh yeah" and realized she had been frigging
her clit and was cumming herself.  About this time the rhythm increased and
the pounding became more severe.  Finally I felt one hard shove and heard
Master cry out "Yyyeeaaahhhh".

We began pulling apart after that. Almost immediately Art started
complaining that he was the only on that hadn't cum yet.  I was kinda
worried that Master would want me to finish off that pole that had been in
my ass, but he had other plans.

"OK, cockslut, on the bed, face up.  Monica, sixty-nine over him but don't
touch his cock.  Art, finish in her ass, while he eats his cum from her
pussy."

Well, that all sounds well and good but it is damn hard to eat pussy proper
when some dude keeps whacking you in the forehead with his balls.  Not to
mention the odor from my own ass, so I guess I had that coming.  I guess it
could have been worse.  I did enjoy her sweet pussy again (even though it
had a distinct taste of my own cum) and she orgasmed once more before Art
blew his load deep in her ass.  The three of us then collapsed on the bed.

Master gave us a few minutes to recuperate then ordered "everyone in the
living room."

We all went in and I knelt on the cushion in front of his chair.

"Kneel" he commanded Monica and pointed to my right, the "kneel" to Art and
pointed to my left.

"Cockslut, I want to hear how you honestly feel about your time here and
your experiences."

"Master, it has been an experience that I will never forget.  Many
wonderful new sensations and answers to some of my questions and
satisfaction of my curiosities."

"Not too far" he queried

"No sir" I replied

"Well, let's go see about that."  He turned to Monica "are you ready?"

"God, I've been ready for a while now Will."

"OK, follow me."

We followed Master into the bathroom.  He ordered me into the tub and told
me to kneel.  He gave Monica a nod and she stepped in, positioning herself
in front of me (there was that beautiful mound again).

"Monica has to pee, cockslut.  You are going to swallow every drop, then
lick her clean, no more than that!  If I find any urine on her, you, or the
tub, once you've finished, Art and I will also contribute to you thirst.
Understand?"

"Yes, sir"

I hesitantly placed my mouth over her sweetness and waited.  Finally she
let go with a stream.  It was a shock and I had to swallow rapidly to keep
up.  It was very acidic tasting and took a few seconds to get used to it.
I did manage to keep up though and once the stream ended, I reached up and
flicked my tongue over her slit until none of the acidic taste remained.
Then I backed away.

Master was in the process of inspecting my work when we heard the alarm go
off.  6:00 already, wow time sure flies when your being abused.  Master
pronounced me, her, and the tub dry.  Art looked disappointed.

Master ordered them to the living room.  "OK, that's it for today.  You've
done well.  Usually I provide some pleasurable reward for a good session,
but you did get Monica's pussy so I think that's fair.  You may use this
shower to clean up, then get dressed and leave.  Don't talk to anyone on
the way out.  If I need to again, I'll email you."

And with that he turned and left me standing in the bathroom alone.  I took
a quick shower and got dressed in my clothes again.  On my way out I had to
pass through the living room.  Monica was sucking Master's cock and Art was
licking his balls.  I found myself wishing I could stay.


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