Martin's Bitch

Martin and I had been best mates all through school. We got on well and shared a lot of interests. We both had girlfriends but Martin was engaged to be married. He wanted one last bit of fun before he settled down so we decided to go on holiday together leaving the girls behind. The girls were not happy as they didn't trust us but we were determined to go. I booked the bed & breakfast and the coach down to the coast and soon we were on our way.

Martin was a good looking guy just over 6ft tall. He went to the gym and took pride in his appearance.  His broad chest and strong legs and big cock always attracted the girls. I'd never seen his cock in the flesh but I could tell by the bulge is his trousers that he was big.

On the other hand I was 5ft 11 a bit stocky and conscious of my man boobs and pert nipples. Martin's chest was developed but not puffy like mine his nipples just pin pricks. I had tiny balls and a fairly average cock at 6 inches. I liked girls but I was very cock curious.

The B&B took some finding as it was in the backstreets of town. The landlady showed us to our room and read us the 'riot act' about not brining anyone back.

I looked around the room and noticed there was only a double bed. Martin spotted it too and got really annoyed with both me and the landlady. She laughed and said we could take it or leave it. We had no where else to go so Martin reluctantly agreed we would stay. I could tell he wasn't happy with me but I didn't think to ask when I booked the room.

We went on the pull that very first evening and was delighted when we found out that the town was full of Swiss exchange students, mainly all girls.

We had no luck that first night and headed back to the B&B about 11pm. The landlady said the door would be locked at midnight and we wouldn't be able to get in until the morning.

We showered and I put on my pyjamas that my mum insisted I bring. Martin didn't wear anything in bed and for the first time I saw his cock in the flesh. Wow, it was big. When soft he looked bigger than me when hard.

He was still not happy about sleeping in a double bed with me so put a pillow in between the two of us.

The first couple of nights on the town we had no luck whatsoever. The girls were going after the older guys in their 20's. Martin was getting increasingly frustrated, he had been fucking his girlfriend for a good six months whereas my girl was catholic and wouldn't let me go near her.

It was on the Thursday night that Martin struck lucky and got off with one of the Swedish girls. He bought her back to the B&B we were all a bit tipsy.

I gave up the bed and went to sleep in the chair. The room was dark but I could still see Martin undressing her. Under her skirt she was wearing stockings and suspenders which looked very sexy. Martin helped her off with them and then he hitched up her skirt and began fucking her. She was very vocal and he kept telling her to shut the fuck up.

It was no good though. Suddenly I heard a key in the door which then burst open, the light was switched on and there was the landlady and her husband.

The landlady screamed to the girl to get out. The girl grabbed her shoes and ran down the stairs. The landlady told us she wanted us out by the morning and slammed the door shut. Martin looked over at me. He held up the stockings and suspenders shaking his head. I laughed and said that at least he had a souvenir of her visit.

We decided to crack open a few more beers.

We sat chatting for an hour or so and then we crawled into bed. This time I was naked I couldn't be bothered to put on my PJ's. I noticed that Martin had not put the pillow between us either.

It was getting light when I felt something hard against my bum. To my surprise it was Martin's cock. Straight away I got an instant hard-on. I wasn't sure if he was awake. Was he doing it on purpose or was he asleep. Either way I slowly started rubbing my ass cheeks against his cock. It was a stupid thing to do as I know Martin would have beat the shit out of me, but I was drunk and not really thinking.

I reached around and grabbed Martin's cock it was hot and like a rod of iron.

"Fucking queer"

Oh my god, Martin was awake.

"You dirty fucking queer", his words were slurred I could tell he was still pissed.

"Fucking queer, touching my cock, you dirty fucking queer"

I heard Martin get up and he threw something on top of me.

I half opened my eyes and felt around on the bed and found the girls stockings and suspenders.

"Put them on, you fucking queer"

"What!", I asked.

"Put them on, you fucking queer"

I got out of bed the lingerie in my hand.

"Put them on faggot", he snarled.

I looked over at him not really knowing what to do.

"Don't look at me you fucking queer, turn away and put them on"

I'd never put on stockings and suspenders before but I turned to face the wall and started putting them on.

My hand brushed against my rock hard cock as I pulled on the first stocking leg. I managed to attach the front suspenders but couldn't get the hang of the ones at the back.

"Don't fucking bother with those, lay on the bed face down and don't look at me faggot"

I did as I was told and I laid on the bed naked apart from the stockings and suspenders.

Martin got on top of me, I could feel his hard cock against my bottom.

I went to turn around but he told me in no uncertain terms not to turn around. He pushed my head into the pillow and started rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass.

"Open your fucking legs faggot"

Martin pushed my legs open with his knees then told me to open my ass cheeks. I reached around and pulled my ass cheeks open. By now my legs were trembling with excitement. I'd often imagined a man fucking me while I was trying to stay hard for my girlfriend and now it was happening for real. I just could believe it was Martin that was fucking me.

I felt his hard cock pushing against my rosebud and it caused some cum to leak from my cock. There was no way Martin was going to get his big cock in me as I was too tight.

"Relax bitch", he kept saying. "Stop fighting it".

I didn't know how to relax.

Martin got up. "Fucking bitch I'm going to have my way with you if it's the last thing I do".

I heard him go into the bathroom, he returned  and I heard him shaking a can. I turned to look what he was doing and he told me again not to fucking look at him. Then I realised by that fresh smell that he was squirting  shaving foam on my ass. He rubbed it over my buttocks and I jumped and whimpered as he stuck his fingers inside me.

"Shut up bitch, don't you start moaning like that fucking girl"

I held onto the pillow as he got on top of me again.

He positioned his cock over my rosebud. I gasped as it popped inside me. He pushed my head into the pillow and told me to shut the fuck up.

My legs, my whole body was trembling. He started slow, I could feel his fat cock filling my ass. I pushed back on him as he thrust inside me. Each time I felt cum shoot from my cock and soak into the bed clothes.

Then he pushed his cock in balls deep and held it there.

"You're my bitch now, understand"

I nodded and sort of whimpered yes under my breath.

After that he just banged away at my ass, calling me all the names under the sun - bitch, faggot, sissy, Nancy boy.

He fucked me relentlessly none stop until he shot his load deep inside me.

He pulled out, got up and went for a shower.

When he came back he told me to get cleaned up but not to look at him.

I went into the shower but not before reaching around to feel my ass. It was wet and sloppy like a woman's cunt.

Out of all the men I'd fantasied about Martin seemed to be the least likely but here I was with his cum dripping from my ass onto the shower mat.

I showered and got back into bed with him. Part of me wanted a cuddle, I enjoyed what we did and how masterful he was but I wasn't sure if he was that sort of guy.

I feel asleep and woke up just before the alarm went off. Martin was already up and ready to leave. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to look at him but he did seem more friendly.

I showered again and then we went down for breakfast. We sat at the table in silence and then Martin whispered that I'd make someone a good wife. I laughed and said didn't he mean husband? He replied no, I meant what I said. Then he turned to me and looked me in the eyes for the first time.

"Nothing to the girls right, nothing".

I nodded my head in agreement and told him I wasn't going to tell a soul.

We went back to the room and continued with our packing. We left the room and paid the rather surly landlady and then we were out on our ear.

I looked at Martin and asked what now, do we go home?

Fuck no, he replied we find another B&B for the last couple of days.

"With a double bed" I asked rather gingerly.

He laughed, "I'm not asking for a double bed you little faggot".

We smiled at each other and went off in search of some digs.