As we came back to earth from a no-holds-barred rampant session, I struggled to catch my breath. Robyn had cum three or four times on the way to my desperate and animalistic release. Fuck I needed that more than I thought. I was amazed at how much tension I had been storing. I pounded her like there was no tomorrow. The bed was damp in pussy juice and sweat.
As I kicked back to watch the wrap up of the weekend's football I reflected on the situation. His clipped head and nude pubes had knocked his confidence around enough for him to be using his fist for relief rather than random hook ups. The phone video of him jacking off, and public collar shaming should seal the deal to keep him servicing me for the next while. I wondered where now?
"What the fuck is this?" I pressed as I pointed towards his pubes "I said nothing below the neck". I adjusted my stance to be a little more menacing, "are you trying to be a smart arse?"
In a world which I find somewhat fixated on categorizing people as this or that, I seem to fall oddly in the middle, at least in some areas. For example, my choice of fuck buddies come from either gender. Physically I don't really care one way or another but mentally if I'm just after getting off I'll choose a male every time. Males get each other that way.
It was another Saturday night and I was on my hands and knees at my Master's feet. Well, worshipping his shiny black leather boots, to be exact. I was not allowed to look up at his face without permission, but I knew exactly how he would look as he stood there..