Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2009 17:00:22 -0500
From: Jamie Lee <jamieontop@gmail.com>
Subject: cody part 8

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From Part 7:

At some point I vaguely heard the cowboy say, "Fuck yeah, fuck that bitch,
sir!"  And Cody moaned every couple of strokes.

Finally, I couldn't hold off any longer and pushed as far as I could in the
hot cunt surrounding my dick and shot off several big spasms of cum,
breeding my little boi-bitch.

Part 8:

So, I had pulled out of Cody's pussy and was lying back on the bed sucking
in great lungfulls of air.  I had a hot 24-year-old bitch in bed beside me
panting as well from the hard sex we'd just had.  I had a thirty-something,
6ft 2 in cowboy with a very red ass and hands tied behind his back standing
by the bed watching the incredibly hot sex show we'd just put on.  Does it
get any better than that? LOL.

"Clean me up, cowboy," I ordered him and scooted next to the edge of the
bed.  The cowboy leaned over and sucked my limp dick in his mouth, sucking
and licking off my cum and Cody's ass juice.  In spite of my just having
cum, it felt nice to have the cowboy's warm mouth all over my cock.  He
made sure to use his tongue a lot while my dick was in his mouth, which is
easier to do when a guy's not rock hard, of course.  It had to have been
awkward leaning over to suck me since his hands were still tied up with my
bandana behind his back, but the cowboy did a good job.

I told Cody to go shower while the cowboy finished cleaning me up with his
mouth.  After my cock was clean, I pulled the cowboy on the bed and told
him to start cleaning me with his mouth, licking all the sweat off me.
He'd mostly done the fun part, LOL, but I brought his mouth up to my pits
and shoved his face in first one, then the other, making him lick the sweat
of the hairs and suck the man-musk smell into his lungs with every breath.
Then I shoved his head onto my chest and my belly.

Have you ever had a tongue bath?  It's an interesting feeling and very good
training for a bitch if you wanna make sure he understands that while sex
is great, service is about more than sex.  I moved his head down to my
balls and made him lick those clean, too, getting them nice and wet.  That
was fun for both of us, with my dick starting to plump up a bit.  Then, I
rolled over and pulled my knees under me.  About this time, Cody walked
back in from his shower, and I told him to spread my cheeks so the cowboy
could lick up the ass-sweat from my crack.

Cody didn't look very happy at that, which just shows you what jealousy
will do, because he's only rimmed me once and didn't especially like it.
But he clearly thought the cowboy was "getting" to do something for me.
Boy, jealousy makes you dumb ;-).  However, partly because Cody is getting
to be a good bitch, and partly because he didn't really want his face down
in my ass, he didn't say anything-he just did what I told him to.  It
wasn't too long before the rough cowboy tongue had cleaned my crack and was
starting to pay a lot of attention to my pucker.  I enjoyed it a couple of
minutes and then shoved his head back.  I like the sensation of a tongue on
my ass, but it's not especially erotic to me unless I'm so horny I'm about
to explode cum all over the place.

I got up and told Cody to get dressed.  I untied the cowboy's hands and
told him to go shower.  I made both of them use mouthwash since their
tongues had just been a lot of places I had no desire to kiss LOL.  Cody
was not happy about putting the pink silk panties back on, even though
doing so obviously made him hot.  His dick started to plump up inside the
panties as soon as he put them on.  Hot bitch-tight black tee and pink
panties!  At some point during all the sex, his nipple clamps had come off,
but I didn't make him put them back on since while they are hot on a naked
boi, they give a weird effect when worn under a tight tee.

The cowboy had just come back out of his shower when I called Cody over to
me in the tee and panties and made him stand by my while I played with his
nips with one hand and caressed his silky ass with the other.  He hated it
but it turned him on so much, he started getting a big wet spot again where
the tip of his dick jutted into the panties.  I was about to stop and tell
him to finish getting dressed, when I noticed the cowboy staring at him,
playing with his own cock.

"Did I tell you to play with your cock, bitch?" I barked at him.  He
immediately dropped it and looked down at the floor.

"On the bed, cowboy, that gets you five more swats."  He obediently
stretched out on the bed, face down, spread eagle.  I made Cody find my
belt and bring it to me, and I swatted the cowboy's ass that was still red
from the earlier whipping.  He obviously was used to this because he
counted out the strokes.  I put a lot less muscle into them this time,
partly because his skin was obviously still tender-he jumped with every
lash of the belt-and partly because he had disobeyed me this time in
playing with his dick, he'd just done something stupid he should have known
not to do.  *No* bitch plays with himself in his master's presence without
permission.  And no-body who's a thirty-something bitch doesn't know that,
so the cowboy had fucked up.  In his defense, though, watching a guy play
with a twenty-something bitch clad in only a black tee and pink panties
*was* pretty fuckin hot.

After I heard, "Five, sir!" I dropped the belt and told Cody to bring me my
clothes.  I got dressed and told the cowboy to dress.  It was interesting
to watch him flinch and groan as he wiggled into his jeans, which I'm sure
seemed a helluva lot tighter now, going over things and ass that had gotten
whipped, than they did when he took `em off an hour and a half earlier.

"Are we going to take him back to get his car, daddy?" Cody asked while I
dressed.  Fuck, he was cute in that tee and panties.

"No, son, we're gonna go find an all-night place and get something to eat.
That bar food earlier when we picked up the cowboy is long gone, and my
stomach is not real happy right now.  The cowboy stays with us.  Unless
you've got plans, bitch?" I asked, turning to the cowboy.

He grinned. "No sir, I'd be honored to stay the night with you."  I'd
finished putting on my clothes, so I went over and gave the cowboy a long,
slow mouth fuck with my tongue, probing my muscles into every nook and
cranny of his warm, sexy mouth, enjoying the moaning I was making come out
of my cowboy bitch.  Cody must have been jealous, but he didn't say
anything.  I noticed when I broke the kiss, though, that Cody's dick was
pushing out the pink panties ever farther.

"Fuck, he's cute!" the cowboy said, and I couldn't have agreed more.

"Put on your jeans, Cody, and let's go."

We went to a place not far from the bars and got food.  And also another
boi for the rest of the night.  Our waiter was flirting with the cowboy,
evidently assuming he was a macho-ass top, which amused the crap out of me.
Even Cody smiled at the waiter's obviousness in trying to pick up the
cowboy.  Cowboy at one point asked me if he wanted me to set the waiter
straight-I guess he was afraid I'd get angry at him for letting the
flirtation go on.  But I told him, no, I thought it was funny and he could
do whatever he wanted.  So he kept pushing it.  At one point, he even told
the waiter he had gotten a hotel room with his friends and the waiter
should call him if he wanted to come over and play later.  When he passed
the waiter his cell number on a napkin, he made sure to rub the boy's palm
with his index finger, very sensuously.  I thought the poor kid's dick was
gonna push right through his tight pants!

I thought about rubbing the waiter's ass while Cowboy fingered his palm but
decided that was just over the top..  As the waiter took our money back to
the register to get change, I noticed this young, skinny guy come in.  He
got seated at a table in the far back corner.  He had an odd look to him,
almost furtive.  As I got up to go piss, I passed by his table on the way.
He happened to look up, so I smiled down at him.  He looked shocked.  I
thought that was odd, but WTF?

I was pissing when the kid comes in the bathroom and takes the urinal next
to me.  He pulls his cock out, but nothing's coming out. He looks over at
me and licks his lips.  Then he sneaks a glance up at my face before
looking away.

"That's a big cock you got, mister.  I'd love to suck it for you."

"No thanks, kid, I'm not interested.  Plus, I don't think this is the sort
of place that likes people giving each other blowjobs in the restroom."


"I'm not a kid, man.  And I'll do a really good job."

"I'm sure you would, dude, but..."

He interrupted me.  "Please, mister?  I kinda need a contribution to help
out with dinner, if ya know what I mean."

Yeah, I knew what he meant.  What I didn't know was whether this kid was
effectively homeless or whether he'd already spent his money on drugs for
the weekend and was getting hungry now.  Great.  Why the fuck does this
have to happen?  All I want to do is take an after-dinner piss before going
back to a bar and playing around a little more before I take two hot
bitches back to my room for the rest of the night.  I do *not* want to have
to make big decisions or be a responsible citizen or anything.  Fuck.

Sigh.  I put my dick away and say, "OK, dude, here's what we're gonna do.
I don't wanna hurt your feelings, but I don't want a blowjob.  I've got two
hot bitches at my table I've just had a hot-as-fuck three-way with and both
those bois are waiting to service me some more."  I took out two twenties
from my wallet and shoved them in his back jeans pocket while he was
getting his dick back in his pants.

"But you look like you could use a good meal, so take this for dinner."
His ass was fun to feel as I slid my hand in his pocket.  He looked around
at me, startled, I guess, to feel my hand in his pocket.  Or maybe startled
because he realized I was giving him money without the sex.  When he looked
around, I kissed him on the mouth.  Hard, but no tongue.  "You're cute,
dude.  Try to take care of yourself."

And then I went back to my table, leaving a shellshocked boy in the
bathroom.  The waiter had come back and was flirting with Cowboy again by
the time I got back, and Cody was enjoying the show-I guess cause the
flirting didn't involve me.  I told the boys to get ready to go.  I glanced
back to the table in the corner, and the boy was sitting there with the
menu open.  He looked up and saw me looking at him and smiled.  I smiled
back and sighed.  I borrowed the waiter's pen and wrote my cell number on a
napkin and took it back to the kid.

"We're going out now to a bar, but we'll be back in our room in about an
hour and a half or so.  Call me if you want company for the night or just
need a place to stay."

He immediately got all pissy: "Hey, I'm not a street kid or anything, I..."
I shut him up by leaning down and kissing him on the mouth again although
my body screened our faces from the rest of the restaurant so I don't think
anybody could see what I did.

I pulled back a little and said, "Shut the fuck up.  You've got my number.
You can use it or throw it away.  Your choice."  And then I walked back to
my table, picked up my bois, and we walked to a bar down the block

This place had dancing, and Cowboy was in his element.  He asked if he
could go dance, and I said sure.  Then Cody and I stepped out, and I
started grinding into his ass in time to some western music.  Yeah, I'd let
the Cowboy bring me to a cowboy bar.  What the fuck...

It was fun grinding my crotch into Cody's hot ass.  I reached around and
undid the top button of his jeans and stuck my hand down the front of his
pants, grabbing his dick through the panties, sliding the silky material up
and down his cock.  The little bitch groaned and pushed his ass further
back into my crotch each time I stroked his hard dick.  I used my other arm
to circle his chest and tweak his nipple every once in a while.

I looked around and saw Cowboy grab his partner by the hips and pull their
crotches together as they ground their dicks into each other's.  Pretty
soon, the cowboy had a heavy lip-lock on his partner, who was basically
another cowboy, only a little shorter and slimmer than my cowbitch.

I twisted Cody's head around and forced his mouth open by squeezing his
cheeks with my hand.  Then I stuck my tongue in and started mouth-fucking
him again.  All around that hot mouth my tongue danced, stabbing here and
there, eliciting more hot moans from my little bitch.  Cody was so hot he
was humping up against me while I kissed him.  Other couples were looking
at us, one with disapproval but most with smiles on their faces even while
they kept dancing.  One guy even yelled out, "You go, boy, you get you
some!"  I could hear the laughter even over the music.

I pulled out of Cody's mouth and pulled him with me to the bar, where I
ordered us both a gin and tonic. I told Cody to chug his down fast,
whereupon I ordered him another one.  This one, I let him drink more
slowly.  We saw the cowboy continuing to grind and mouth-fuck his
partner. I started to wonder if that boy might not be versatile most of the
time and just in a real bottom mood when we picked him up earlier.

The bar started to get crowded as couples came off the dance floor, so I
made Cody get us a table.  I sat down and made him kneel on the floor
beside me while he finished his drink.  The cowboy and his partner came
over and asked if they could sit with us.  I nodded, and the cowboy sat
down with his friend on his knees at his side.  Cody was clearly not
pleased that the cowboy was sitting while he was kneeling.  I asked the
cowboy if he was still coming back with us tonight.  He kinda grinned and
said he'd found himself a new friend and wondered if he could take a rain
check.  I said sure and congratulated him.

Then I got up to go piss again and snapped my fingers for Cody to follow
me.  In the men's room, I went to the handicapped stall and motioned Cody
in.  He went in, and I told him either to kneel on the floor or sit on the
toilet.  One look at the pissy floor convinced him to sit.  I made him pull
his jeans down but leave the panties up, so he was a boy in black with a
hard dick making a tent in a pair of bright pink panties.

I'd brought my glass from the bar and asked him whether he wanted my piss
straight from the tap or from a glass.  Well, he clearly didn't want it
from either place and tried to tell me that, but I shut him up with a mild
slap on his cheek.

"Cody, we've been through this before.  You're my bitch.  That means you do
whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you.  Got it?"

He nodded resignedly.  "Yes sir."

"Good, now how do you want my piss?"

"From a glass sir.  I'm afraid I won't be able to swallow fast enough if
you just piss in my mouth."

Well, that was something he'd need to practice, then, but for now...well,
that's why I brought the glass.  I pissed in the glass, and Cody watched
the warm liquid steam up the glass and swirl around.  Pretty soon the glass
was half full of a straw yellow liquid.  I actually had to piss more, but I
decided to break Cody in easy.  He took the glass and swirled it around,
then raised it to his mouth and started drinking.  He seemed surprised that
it wasn't disgusting.  It took several tries, but he got it all down.  Then
he just sat there, so I had to remind him to thank me for the piss.

"Thank you sir for your piss."

"How was it, boy?"

"Surprisingly not bad, sir.  A little bitter, but I've had coffee that was
worse."

I laughed and patted him on the head, unlocked the stall, and headed back
to the bar, leaving him to follow.  I'd gotten almost to the door, when
another young guy came up and touched my arm.  He asked if I had any more
piss, and when I said, yeah, he dropped to his knees.  I thought, "Well,
what the fuck?" and pulled out my cock.  He leaned in and sealed his lips
around my dick. It felt really good in his warm mouth.  It took me a bit to
get the flow going, but I had just started when I saw Cody walk up.

Pretty soon, I was going full blast, and Cody looked puzzled, like, "Why is
your dick in a guy's mouth and he's not sucking?"  I guess he didn't see
the guy's throat throbbing from all the swallowing he was doing.  After I
finished, I pulled out, and the guy finished swallowing and then licked my
cock all over.

"Thank you for your piss, sir," he said, still on his knees.

"You're welcome, bitch," I said as I put my cock back in my pants, zipped
up, and walked out.

As the door was closing behind me, I heard, "Is he yours?" and then Cody's
voice answered, yeah.

"You're one lucky bitch."

"Yeah, I know."

Back at the bar, I ordered another couple of drinks, jack and coke this
time.  I made Cody stand beside me while I sat on a bar stool.  As I was
looking around, my phone vibrated, so I pulled it out.  It was the place
we'd had dinner.  When I answered, a young voice said, "Um, mister?  This
is the guy you bought dinner for.  Can I still come over?"

"Sure, kid, um, sorry, dude.  We're at the Eagle down the street.  Walk
down and we'll meet you outside.  Are you calling because you want to play
or because you need a place for the night?"

"Um, well, actually, I still owe you a blow job."

"You don't owe me anything, dude, but if you wanna fuck around with me and
my bitch, that's fine.  And if you just wanna crash for the night, that's
cool too.  But if you wanna actually sleep, you'll need earplugs cause I
plan on plowing my little bitch again when we get back to the motel."

"Um, I'd like, um, wanna have sex with you if you're willing.  Can you,
like, teach me how to be your bitch?"

"Maybe.  But let's just play it by ear.  We'll see you in a few."

I told Cody the gist of the conversation and he looked somewhat
disgruntled, but not too much.  Maybe he thought a skinny kid was less of a
threat than a big cowboy stud.  Anyway, I made Cody finish his drink and
then we started to leave, when a heavily tatted twenty-something, black
hair, olive complexioned in the face and around the tats came up.

He looked at me, then lowered his eyes.  "SIR, I hear you're a hot master.
Would you consider taking me home and letting me bitch for you tonight?
The cowboy over there said you whipped him good earlier and then gave him a
great fuck. That's what I need, SIR."

I looked over at Cody, and I guess he thought he might get to do some
spanking again, because he nodded.  I grabbed the boy's face in my hand and
made him look at me.  He definitely had a very needy look in his eyes, and
his speech earlier had sounded a little slurred, so I figured he was drunk,
maybe a little scared at being so open, and really feeling whatever need
was riding him tonight.

"Look, you slut, if you come with me tonight, you will bitch for three
different men, one of them a teenaged kid.  You will serve all of us like
we fucking *own* you, and I will tie you up and beat you whenever I feel
like it, just to see your body shudder with the blows and hear you scream
into my gag.  Are you sure that's what you want?"

I looked at the boy and he licked his lips.  His dick twitched in his camo
pants, and he unconsciously adjusted it.

"Yes, SIR."

"Ok, boy, turn around."  I grabbed his wrists and brought them together
behind his back and then tied them with one of my bandanas, right there in
front of everyone.  Then I shoved him hard in the small of the back, and he
stumbled forward toward the door of the bar and the night beyond.