A Bourbon Friday

I was on my back.

My arms were tied up to the headboard; his four fingers were deep in my mouth.

“Wet them well”, he ordered me, pushing them even deeper.

He was pinching and twisting my right tit. My moans were getting louder, though muffled, and some kind of electricity was running between my pec and the lower part of my body. My dick was like some piece of warm wood against his flat stomach. He started rubbing it against me – delightful! – and I felt his tongue circling around my left tit.

After maybe a minute of that pleasant torture, he took his fingers out of my mouth, released my tits from his grip, and ordered me to lay on my stomach, which I did.

He spanked me hard with one hand – “Clac!” – and put his wet fingers on my hole, that he briefly caressed before inserting a first, a second, a third… and a fourth finger. I was properly opened. He pushed them inside as far as he could, and rotated them, as if to prepare my ass for something else.

I was already pushing it against his hand to make sure he’d go as deep as possible. When I understood what he wanted to do, I arched my body to offer him my butt, completely and unconditionally.

“He’s yours”, I said.

“Clac!” He spanked me again. I screamed faintly. “Clac!” Once more. I moaned and squirmed a little, taking the opportunity to rub my cock on the bedsheets.

“Again”, I asked.

“Clac!” A powerful one. “Clac!” Another. I could imagine my cheeks were dark red. They were burning.

That’s the moment he chose to take his hand out of me and use his fingers to caress my butt very lightly.

The mixture of his saliva and my assjuice was surprisingly soothing…

Suddenly, I sensed something warm on my hole: he was licking me. First, he made circles around my hole like he did around my tit, then he plunged his tongue inside, still while making circles.

I felt him extend his arm to reach something on the night table.

“How would you like having your ass played with a little more?”, he asked, stopping his rimming.

“I would love it”, I replied.

He got up. I heard the sound of a bottle being opened, and a few seconds later he came closer again, and I immediately felt the pressure of an object against my hole.

“Get on your knees”, he ordered me before pushing it any further. “I want you on all four.”

It wasn’t that easy, as the rope tying me to the bed wasn’t very loose.

He spanked me once more: “What a nice ass you have, little bitch”, he said.

(“Little bitch”: he called me that last time. I remembered what he was doing then: fucking my mouth, holding my jaw with his two hands and forcing me to swallow his dick deeply. I was lying on my back on the bed, head tipped backwards, his long shaft tracing its way in and out of my throat, slowly at first, quickly afterwards, until he screamed – “I’m there, little bitch, take that, little bitch!” – and made me choke on his heavy load of cum. Some of it even came out of my nose. Sweet and tasty memory.)

After he spanked me, I managed to get on my knees with my arms tied together supporting the upper part of my body. He spanked me again – “Clac!” – and started to lick my back. I felt again the object against my hole.

While licking my back, he pushed the thing harder – it was a big dildo, and it was opening me up.

I bit my lower lip and moaned as he pushed it further… He then suddenly took it out. “Ahh!”, I couldn’t refrain from shouting. My cock was swelling again, precum leaking from it. He hammered the dildo inside me again, deeper than before. I screamed. He spanked me, and started to move the toy back and forth, as if he were fucking me. Speaking of which…

“Fuck me”, I begged him. His first answer was an exceptionally hard spanking – “CLAC!”

“Oh yeah! Please fuck me!”

He took the dildo out of my ass, but it didn’t stay empty for long: he instantly thrusted in his alive and warm stick, without any lube. It hurt a little for a second, but as I was already well open, I pushed my butt as far as I could so he would penetrate me as deep as possible.

He spanked me one other time, then started to pick up a nice rhythm. With his right hand, he reached my right tit and massaged it. I picked my own rhythm too and moved to maximize my own pleasure, moaning hard every time he hit the bottom of my rectum.

He fucked me for a few minutes, occasionally spanking me with his left hand, pinching my tit with the other, and I was enjoying myself… I sensed he was too, as he accelerated his pace and started panting. “My little bitch, you’re totally mine tonight”, he whispered. He fucked me harder and harder, faster and faster, and suddenly he gripped my thighs with both his hands, thrusting himself inside me as far as he could.

He shouted “I’m coming” just before I felt the spasms in his lower body and in my hole, that he filled with a copious stream of sperm. It lasted for at least ten seconds, and I knew I was full of his man juice.

When he was done, he slowly came out of my ass, slapped it lightly and simply said: “Good boy.”

Right after, he slid two fingers in my hole, wetting them well with his cum, took them out, then reached my mouth and fed me with that precious juice. He did it four of five times. The last time, instead of making me lick his fingers, he rubbed them all over my face. A way of marking his territory.

J’étais aux anges. I was in paradise.

And oh! so hard. He was not done with me yet.

To be continued…