I'll say what needs to be said

I picked up my phone to see if he had messaged me. He had not, but I saw three bubbles in his chat. I waited. 

“My friend says that you were everything I promised him. Good boi. He said that you begged him to fuck you. Is that right?” 

“Yes, Sir. I did. Being rimmed drives me fuck crazy. I begged and begged, but he wouldn’t. He just kept eating my ass.”

“I told him he could eat your ass. I told him that he could not fuck you.”

“Oh… that explains why he would not go further.”

“He said he did put his cock in your ass for a couple of thrusts after he shot his load on your back. Is that right?”

“Yes Sir. He shot on my back, and then used his cock to push the load into me. It was very hot. Like, I am a cum dump, so his load belongs inside me, but without the pleasure of being fucked.” 

“Is that what you want to be?”

“Sir, You fucked my bare ass and filled it with Your Seed last night. I want to be whatever You need while I’m here.” 

“Good answer, boi. Your next visitor will be there soon. I want you ass up, head down on the bed.” 

“Aye Sir.” 

I assumed the position, and a moment later, the hallway light flooded into my room, and then, it was totally dark again. I heard footsteps approach, and I felt a hand rest on my ass. A finger from the other hand penetrated my wet and lubricated hole. I moaned reflexively. 

Both hands left me, and I heard the sounds of undressing. Then, I felt him on the mattress behind me. I could hear him stroking, but I could not see him. With ass up and face down, I did not have an angle where I could see his shape. He hadn’t spoken to me, so I wasn’t sure if I could speak first, so I waited quietly. 

I felt his weight shift, and then, he moved closer. I felt a thumb press into my hole. He spat just above the hole and used his thumb to press the spit into my hole. With both hands, he spread my glutes. Holding them apart, he spat on my hole again. He plunged both thumbs into my hole this time. I gasped. I felt him position his cock. The head was pressing between his thumbs. Then, he withdrew his thumbs and pushed his cock deep into me. 

Its thickness made me gasp and yelp. He thrusted. I grunted. He adjusted his knees to push mine farther apart. His hands rested gently but firmly on my hips as he adjusted again. He thrusted once more and groaned in satisfaction. He held my hips steady and began to fuck me. 

It didn’t take long before I recognized the cock. My hole relaxed, and I pressed my hips back to receive him. I moaned, “Master…” 

“That’s right, boi. It pleases me that You know my cock so soon.” 

He drilled my ass using the first visitor’s spit and cum as lube. “I wanted to fuck this sweet hole after it had been eaten properly. Wetter and more relaxed,” he continued. “Even the cum for lube feels great.”

“This ass exists to serve You, Sir.” 

“I know, boi.”

I felt him lean forward and pause his thrusts. I saw his left hand reach for mine on the mattress. He fondled my wedding ring for a moment. 

“Who does this ass belong to now?” 

“You, Sir,” I answered. Clenching my hole around his cock, I added, “This ass belongs to You, Sir.”

“I know, boi. Yes, it does, so why is this thing on your hand?”

“To remind me that I am a cheating slut, sir.”

“This ass belongs to me now, so when I fuck it, you’re not cheating, are you?” He flexed his cock inside me. 

Gasping, I answered, ‘No, Sir.” 

He flexed his cock again and pressed it upward, sending a shock of discomfort through me. “What’s that, boi? Say the whole thing.” 

Grunting, teeth clenched in discomfort, I replied, “Aye, Sir… This ass… belongs to You…, so when You fuck it…, I am not cheating.” 

He relaxed, and relief washed over me. “Glad we got that corrected, boi. Now, why are you wearing that thing?”

“Habit, sir. I didn’t think to take it off.” 

His fingers pushed the ring upward on my finger, past the knuckle, then stopped. “Remove it and give it to me.” 

I finished slipping my wedding ring from my finger and placed it in his palm. I wondered what he planned to do with it and how I would explain to my husband what happened to it if I did not have it when I returned home. But, right now, with this bull of a man fucking me, I did not dwell on those worries. 

He pressed up from my back and started fucking me again. Building his rhythm of thrusts, he informed me, “I’ll hold onto this trinket. Fitting to take this thing from you just like I took your ass from him.”

“Yes, Sir. This ass belongs to You now, so that trinket should too,” I echoed as my mind reeled from the waves of lust and pleasure his thrusts inflicted.  

He drove his thick cock deep and held while lifting his hips. I gasped and yelped. He pulled out and drove his cock through the hole, deep, and lifted again. Again, I yelped, but this time, When he withdrew again, I clenched my teeth to brace for it. When he drove into me and lifted, I grunted through clenched teeth. He continued this maneuver until I started moaning. 

He knew he had me enthralled, so he pulled out and rose to his feet on the bed. With his feet, he adjusted my knees to bring them close together. He stood with his feet on the outside of each of my knees. He hunkered down and drove his cock to full depth. Reflexively, I pushed up, raising my shoulders from the mattress for an instant. 

His hand grabbed my neck and pushed me back down. He growled, “Head DOWN.” 

I relaxed my arms obediently. He moved his hand from my neck to the side of my head. His thrusts were primal, rough, and powerful. I grunted with each one. He was wrecking my ass tonight. I felt a tear escape my eye as I grunted under the force of his fuck. 

“This ass belongs to me now.” 

“Yes Sir. It is yours.”

“Say it, boi. Say it.” 

“This ass belongs to You, Sir. It is Yours now.” 

“You will not beg anyone here to fuck you.” 

“Aye, sir. I will not beg anyone to fuck this ass. It belongs to You.” 

“You will not let anyone put a cock in you unless I say so.” 

“Aye, Master. You and only You decide when a cock may enter this ass…”

“OR your mouth”

“…or this mouth, Sir. You and only You, Sir, decide when a cock may enter this ass or this mouth.” 

“And who are you, boi?”

“Your faggot, Sir. I am Your faggot.” 

“Good answer.” He pulled out and drove to full depth again. Then, he returned to drilling me. “Who can put a cock inside my faggot?”

“You, Sir. Only You.”

“That’s right, faggot. I decide who fucks this hole.”

“Aye Sir. No cock enters Your faggot unless You command it.” 

“Who is my faggot?”

“I am, Sir.”

He slammed his cock into me roughly. “Who is my faggot?”

“I am Your faggot, Sir.” 

“Yes, you are,” he growled. Then, he drove deep and held there, grunting. His legs stiffened, and his arm holding my head down did too. His weight held his cock deep inside me, and I felt his load filling me again. 

“Oh fuck,” I whispered, almost a prayer. Then, I spoke up, “I am Your faggot, Sir. You and only You can put a cock or a load inside your faggot.”

“I know, boi. And now, you do too. Glad we got that corrected, faggot.”

He dismounted and made me suck and lick his cock and balls until they were clean. Then, he dressed to leave. 

“Your next visitor will be here soon. I want you kneeling on the floor a few steps from the door. Put a pillow case over your head like a hood. After he has closed the door and the room is dark, HE may remove your hood if he wants, but both of you must remain anonymous. You will obey him as You would me. You will want to please him as much as you want to please me.” 

“If he wishes to fuck me, Sir?” 

“He won’t,” he paused as in thought, “but… I like the thought of his cock covered in my cum, so yes, boi, if he wishes to fuck that ass, he may. Bareback.” 

“Aye, Master.” 

With that, he turned and left, leaving the door ajar. I grabbed a pillow from the bed, extracted the pillow from its case, and moved to foot of the bed. I dropped the pillow on the floor for my knees and then knelt on it facing the door. I took a deep breath and exhaled. What was this next visitor going to want? 

I placed the pillow case over my head and waited.