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I'm not your typical cock lover. I'm married to a wonderful woman who
knows my addiction and is ok with it. I don't lie or cheat or bring her
with me. But I love meeting men for cock. No, it'll never turn into love,
unless you count my love for cock. Friendship, respect, and good times
are all the things I care about deeply when I'm with another guy. Once I
have that, I'm not his man, I'm his bitch.
Take my fictional fantasy master. He doesn't exist anywhere but my head^Ã…
at least not yet, but there is no way I could look him in the eyes and
pretend that I was a man.
Master tells me to come over his place after work. It's a Tuesday and
that works our perfectly for me. My entire evening is free and I can
spend hours servicing him and taking his orders. I'm hard all day at work
just thinking about the new creative things he has planned for me.
My Master doesn't tolerate my being late. It's a good thing he lives near
Pittsburgh's Southside because I can make it to his house within minutes
after the 5:00 bell.
I let myself in the front door and strip down with my eyes still on the
ground. Master has provided pink panties and a yellow dress for me to
wear. I don't ask questions. I know the drill. I put them on and walk
into the living room where master is waiting for me fully dressed.
"Cockslut, get me a beer."
"Yes Master."
I get him his beer and sit on the floor next too him. He might finish it.
He might want more. I never know. I just know that he needs to relax
after a day at work and that my job is to help him. When Master is ready
to talk, he will let me know.
"Cockslut, come up here, in my lap."
"Yes Master."
I climb up into his chair with him, cradling my ass in between his legs.
I can feel his bulge. He's not the biggest cock I've ever had, but he's
big enough to feel wonderful under my ass. I do like em huge, but if it's
a cute cock, it just doesn't matter to me. I want it and I want it in me.
Master starts kissing me. He knows I'm not into kissing other men, but
that doesn't matter. It makes him happy and I do it for him. I give him
as much passion as he wants. My lips, tongue and mouth are his and he
knows it.
His hands roam around my body, gabbing my firm ass and feeling my
nipples. He knows this drives me wild and I get even harder under my
panties. Occasionally his hand or arm will rub across my bulge, but my
cock generally gets no attention.
Master pushes me off his lap and I land on the floor with a thud.
Most people would ask what that was for but not me. It's what Master
wanted to do and I accept it. He knows I'm not really into hard spanking
or pain or extreme bondage but he does have a mean streak in him, and he
knows I'll put up with humiliation to get at his cock.
"Cockslut, why are you suck a pathetic fucking loser? Why do you whore
your ass at to me? Can't you find a guy who respects you more then me? "
"I'm^Ã…I'm yours master, that is all I know."
He grins at me, "You are a worthless piece of shit is what you are."
I can only reply with, "Yes Master." I am a worthless piece of shit. Most
real men would avoid a situation like this and I run from it.
Master unzips his pants.
"Do you want this in you, Cockslave?"
"Yes master."
Master pulls out his cock. It's hard and pointing straight up. He motions
for me to come over and I do so. I'm on my hands and knees when I get
there..
"Sit up dog. Beg."
I sit up on my knees and beg for his cock, "Master please, let me have
your perfect cock."
He tells me to open my mouth by grabbing my chin and pulling down on it.
I'm expecting a mouth full of dick when he starts rubbing it all over my
face and bald head. Marking his terratory. He smacks me occasionally with
it and pops in in past my lips. I've been through this before, I'm not
supposed to suck until he tells me too. Right now he's teasing himself.
He's teasing me as well. I want to swallow him whole.
Finally I hear those magic words, "Suck it whore."
And I suck. Deep and shallow, moving my tongue rapidly under the head.
Master grabs my head and uses my face as his fuck tool and as well as I
can deep throat him I gag a few times on it. Which seems to turn him on
even more. Master always comes quick the first time and in no time I'm
almost downing in his cum. I swallow it all. Every drop. I actually miss
it when it's gone. I love cum. I am a slut for him.
Master backs up and his cock pops out of my mouth with a noise. He lifts
his leg and knocks me off balance with a gentle kick.
"You are such a sissy. Meet me in the bedroom."
I pick myself up and almost trip on my girl dress.
As I enter the bedroom Master is stripping off his pants and I stand
there with my head down. When he is done he commands me to lay down, face
up on the bed.
I do as I'm told and in no time his asshole is over my lips.
I lick and suck him clean. My tongue digs deep into his ass and I kiss
his ass like the worthless shit that I am. How appropriate - a shit
licking his ass. I love it. It's an honor to be under him like this.
After 4-5 minutes he's had enough of my cleaning and his cock is back to
it's hard self. Master reaches over and grabs a condom from his
nightstand and throws it on my chest. I'm on my knees, and he's on his
back and I'm fitting the condom over his shaft in no time. I've been
waiting for this.
"On your belly whore."
"Yes Master."
I'm a little scared. We talked about this a lot on Yahoo's IM. He's going
to fuck me. I've only had anal with two guys ever and it hurt. I loved it
but it hurt. I want to do it again, it's a big reason I'm even here. I
want to be used - mouth, ass, whatever. I'd let this guy piss on me if he
wanted to. My asshole is his.
"Master, will you fuck me nicely?"
"At first sure, but once it's in, your whore ass should take whatever I
give it."
I bite my lip, "Yes Master."
I feel my panties being pulled off, but I don't look. I'm truly his
bitch.
My face is buried in his pillow. I can smell him in it. His hands grab my
ass and raise it up to him. God his hands are strong. His right hand
disappears and I feel something rubbing across my asshole. The head of
his dick. I feel pressure. Master pulls me back on to his cock forcing me
to fuck him. It takes some time but he finally get it in me. His gentle
in and out changes with a slap on my ass. CRACK! He starts drilling me
and I can feel it in my throat. He's good, ooh soo damn good. I feel my
ass growing comfortable with his cock and his balls slap forward and hit
into mine.
Here I am, in a dress with another man buried balls deep in my man cunt.
I'm being used and I'm in heaven.
He flattens me out on his bed, closes my legs and pounds me flat against
the mattress.
"I'M COMING IN YOUR ASS SLUT!!! FUCKKKKK!!!!"
His weight is on me now, he's breathing heavy and I can feel his sweat
roll down off my sides. Eventually he lifts himself up, rolls me over and
I feel the condom splat on my chest.
"Get the fuck out of my house until I invite you back. Maybe next time,
if you are lucky, I'll have you serve a friend of mine too. He would love
that ass of yours."
I didn't get to cum like I wanted. But that's ok. I'm not a man. I'm a
toy. A plaything. Anything he wants is his.
Now if only he were real. If only he were in Pittsburgh. If only you were
him.
knows my addiction and is ok with it. I don't lie or cheat or bring her
with me. But I love meeting men for cock. No, it'll never turn into love,
unless you count my love for cock. Friendship, respect, and good times
are all the things I care about deeply when I'm with another guy. Once I
have that, I'm not his man, I'm his bitch.
Take my fictional fantasy master. He doesn't exist anywhere but my head^Ã…
at least not yet, but there is no way I could look him in the eyes and
pretend that I was a man.
Master tells me to come over his place after work. It's a Tuesday and
that works our perfectly for me. My entire evening is free and I can
spend hours servicing him and taking his orders. I'm hard all day at work
just thinking about the new creative things he has planned for me.
My Master doesn't tolerate my being late. It's a good thing he lives near
Pittsburgh's Southside because I can make it to his house within minutes
after the 5:00 bell.
I let myself in the front door and strip down with my eyes still on the
ground. Master has provided pink panties and a yellow dress for me to
wear. I don't ask questions. I know the drill. I put them on and walk
into the living room where master is waiting for me fully dressed.
"Cockslut, get me a beer."
"Yes Master."
I get him his beer and sit on the floor next too him. He might finish it.
He might want more. I never know. I just know that he needs to relax
after a day at work and that my job is to help him. When Master is ready
to talk, he will let me know.
"Cockslut, come up here, in my lap."
"Yes Master."
I climb up into his chair with him, cradling my ass in between his legs.
I can feel his bulge. He's not the biggest cock I've ever had, but he's
big enough to feel wonderful under my ass. I do like em huge, but if it's
a cute cock, it just doesn't matter to me. I want it and I want it in me.
Master starts kissing me. He knows I'm not into kissing other men, but
that doesn't matter. It makes him happy and I do it for him. I give him
as much passion as he wants. My lips, tongue and mouth are his and he
knows it.
His hands roam around my body, gabbing my firm ass and feeling my
nipples. He knows this drives me wild and I get even harder under my
panties. Occasionally his hand or arm will rub across my bulge, but my
cock generally gets no attention.
Master pushes me off his lap and I land on the floor with a thud.
Most people would ask what that was for but not me. It's what Master
wanted to do and I accept it. He knows I'm not really into hard spanking
or pain or extreme bondage but he does have a mean streak in him, and he
knows I'll put up with humiliation to get at his cock.
"Cockslut, why are you suck a pathetic fucking loser? Why do you whore
your ass at to me? Can't you find a guy who respects you more then me? "
"I'm^Ã…I'm yours master, that is all I know."
He grins at me, "You are a worthless piece of shit is what you are."
I can only reply with, "Yes Master." I am a worthless piece of shit. Most
real men would avoid a situation like this and I run from it.
Master unzips his pants.
"Do you want this in you, Cockslave?"
"Yes master."
Master pulls out his cock. It's hard and pointing straight up. He motions
for me to come over and I do so. I'm on my hands and knees when I get
there..
"Sit up dog. Beg."
I sit up on my knees and beg for his cock, "Master please, let me have
your perfect cock."
He tells me to open my mouth by grabbing my chin and pulling down on it.
I'm expecting a mouth full of dick when he starts rubbing it all over my
face and bald head. Marking his terratory. He smacks me occasionally with
it and pops in in past my lips. I've been through this before, I'm not
supposed to suck until he tells me too. Right now he's teasing himself.
He's teasing me as well. I want to swallow him whole.
Finally I hear those magic words, "Suck it whore."
And I suck. Deep and shallow, moving my tongue rapidly under the head.
Master grabs my head and uses my face as his fuck tool and as well as I
can deep throat him I gag a few times on it. Which seems to turn him on
even more. Master always comes quick the first time and in no time I'm
almost downing in his cum. I swallow it all. Every drop. I actually miss
it when it's gone. I love cum. I am a slut for him.
Master backs up and his cock pops out of my mouth with a noise. He lifts
his leg and knocks me off balance with a gentle kick.
"You are such a sissy. Meet me in the bedroom."
I pick myself up and almost trip on my girl dress.
As I enter the bedroom Master is stripping off his pants and I stand
there with my head down. When he is done he commands me to lay down, face
up on the bed.
I do as I'm told and in no time his asshole is over my lips.
I lick and suck him clean. My tongue digs deep into his ass and I kiss
his ass like the worthless shit that I am. How appropriate - a shit
licking his ass. I love it. It's an honor to be under him like this.
After 4-5 minutes he's had enough of my cleaning and his cock is back to
it's hard self. Master reaches over and grabs a condom from his
nightstand and throws it on my chest. I'm on my knees, and he's on his
back and I'm fitting the condom over his shaft in no time. I've been
waiting for this.
"On your belly whore."
"Yes Master."
I'm a little scared. We talked about this a lot on Yahoo's IM. He's going
to fuck me. I've only had anal with two guys ever and it hurt. I loved it
but it hurt. I want to do it again, it's a big reason I'm even here. I
want to be used - mouth, ass, whatever. I'd let this guy piss on me if he
wanted to. My asshole is his.
"Master, will you fuck me nicely?"
"At first sure, but once it's in, your whore ass should take whatever I
give it."
I bite my lip, "Yes Master."
I feel my panties being pulled off, but I don't look. I'm truly his
bitch.
My face is buried in his pillow. I can smell him in it. His hands grab my
ass and raise it up to him. God his hands are strong. His right hand
disappears and I feel something rubbing across my asshole. The head of
his dick. I feel pressure. Master pulls me back on to his cock forcing me
to fuck him. It takes some time but he finally get it in me. His gentle
in and out changes with a slap on my ass. CRACK! He starts drilling me
and I can feel it in my throat. He's good, ooh soo damn good. I feel my
ass growing comfortable with his cock and his balls slap forward and hit
into mine.
Here I am, in a dress with another man buried balls deep in my man cunt.
I'm being used and I'm in heaven.
He flattens me out on his bed, closes my legs and pounds me flat against
the mattress.
"I'M COMING IN YOUR ASS SLUT!!! FUCKKKKK!!!!"
His weight is on me now, he's breathing heavy and I can feel his sweat
roll down off my sides. Eventually he lifts himself up, rolls me over and
I feel the condom splat on my chest.
"Get the fuck out of my house until I invite you back. Maybe next time,
if you are lucky, I'll have you serve a friend of mine too. He would love
that ass of yours."
I didn't get to cum like I wanted. But that's ok. I'm not a man. I'm a
toy. A plaything. Anything he wants is his.
Now if only he were real. If only he were in Pittsburgh. If only you were
him.
