Me and my Man

The room was dark, no lights on, the curtains were drawn.  He was sitting, reclined in the chair next to the bed.  A typical upholstered chair that might be found in any hotel room. He was resting after having just given me a hard pounding, I was lying on the bed getting my strength back too.  He had not cum yet, so I was still on the hunt for a breeding.

We were both naked, and I could make out his broad shoulders against the lighter background of the wall. My eyes traced from those magnificent shoulders, down his muscular chest, past his full abdomen to his cock, resting now, not the raging hard cock that enters me but the relaxed member that I like to take in my mouth and make hard.

I wanted to be near him, so I climbed off the bed and moved towards him.  I sat on the floor in front of him, resting my cheek against his thigh, breathing in his smell, happy to be touching him.  He moved his hand down his body and have his cock a little shake, the signal for me to take it in my mouth.  I had other ideas.

I moved my head away from his crotch, moving down his calf until I was face to face with his left foot.  I was on all fours now, and I began kissing his foot, moving down towards his big toe.  I took his toe in my mouth, rolling my tongue over it, reveling in the salty taste and of having another part of him inside me. As I came off his big toe, I kissed down his other digits in order.  As I got to the smallest he lifted his foot off the ground, causing me to stop kissing, though I stayed near the floor.  I knew what he was going to do, we had done this before.

He placed his left foot on my head, pushing it into the carpet, exerting his dominance over me.  As he did this, I felt his right foot begin to touch against my ass-crack. He began to move his foot up and down, his big toes tracing the line between my butt cheeks.  As he reached the bottom of my crack, I felt him begin to play with my hanging ball-sack with his toes. He continued to hold me in place on the floor with his left foot, using his right foot to touch my pussy, balls, and cock. We had never gone this far with foot play before, and I could tell it was making him happy by the grunts and noises he was making.  I felt excited to be his sub and to bring him pleasure, more this time that I ever had before.

He set his right foot down on the floor and released me with his left.  As I moved up, I crawled backwards to kiss his right foot, making sure to give both his feet the respect they deserved. I moved up his calf, kissing his skin along the way.  As I got to the point where is legs meet, I could see he was already hard. I looked at his beautiful cock, then gave it a kiss right on the slit, tasting the precum that was leaking out.  I continued to kiss it, making love to his cock, showing him what he meant to me. I looked up and locked eyes with him as I took his head in my mouth, watching his darkly handsome face as I pleased him.

“Sit on it.” He said, halfway between a suggestion and a command.

And sit on it I did.  I moved to stand backwards over him, lowering myself until I could feel his head touch my entrance.  I mentally relaxed as I sat further down, forcing him inside of me.  I could feel his hard cock buried within me and started to move up and down to give him the pleasure he wanted.  He stopped me.

“Pull your ass-cheeks apart.”

I reached behind me to pull my ass open to sit all the way on him and drive him even further into me.

“Yeah, that’s what you like you little slut.”

He placed his hands on my hips to force me into the motion that he liked.  As I got into the rhythm he was looking for he released me but I kept the same position.  The physical pleasure of feeling him inside me combined with the metal pleasure of being his servant was driving me higher and higher.  I kept going for as long as I could hold out, changing movements every now and then to give him pleasure from a different angle.  Eventually I stopped, I could not hold myself up above him anymore.

“Get on all fours, but keep it in.”

It’s amazing how he can say just a few words, but I understand exactly what he wants.  I moved to all fours on the floor, and he moved along with me so that he was sitting on the edge of the chair.  His cock still pierced my insides and I started to buck against him, creating the friction we both wanted to feel.  He reached forward, grabbing my hips, and suddenly pulled me back onto him.  I felt like his cock was burning through my insides.  He was owning me, showing me what he wanted, letting me give him the pleasure I wanted him to have. 

We stayed this way for quite a while.  We both liked the position, and it was easy to hold.  I felt him move his hands up and down my back and legs, feeling what was his.  I heard his grunts and small noises of pleasure.  We were not focused on cumming, or even the end of sex, but just enjoying each other’s bodies.  We were each giving the other what he wanted.  I wanted to feel him close, to know that I made him hard and was keeping him hard, I wanted to submit to him.  He wanted to dominate me, and to feel the man-pussy that belonged to him, as he is the only one allowed to fuck me.

He didn’t cum at that time, and neither did I.  Eventually he released me, and I laid down on the floor right in front of him to rest.  He was, and is, the perfect man.