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As with all fiction, there are elements of truth. However, any resemblance to actual people or places are unintentional. This is a six-chapter story. By the end, I will have fucked, and been fucked, fisted, dominated and DPed. All I can say is...
Be Careful What You Ask For. Chapter 3
The shadows stretched across the gravel lane as I reentered the campground. It was later than I had intended, but it had been a good day of riding mountain roads.
The camp was a beehive of activity. I was amazed at the addition of so many additional tents, and the pool was full of naked male bodies. As promised, Kyle and Bruno had set up their registration tent just past the first curve. I swung in to say "hi" before getting cleaned up.
Kyle looked up from his attempt to get a fire started. "Hey, how was the ride?"
My dick strained in my jeans at the sight of him. I figured him at about six foot of pure muscle. He was naked save for the Prince Albert in his ample cut cock. His reddish blond chest hair ended in a nice bush of pubic hair and shaved balls that hung low - the size of goose eggs.
I parked the bike, pulled off my helmet and adjusted my crotch. "It was great. Rode about 300 miles. That's pretty good for a day of mountain roads. Butt's sore, but other than that, feel pretty good."
Bruno's head jerked up from his paperwork at the words "Butt's sore", with that 'deer in the headlights' look. He came around the table to meet me with a bear hug and kiss that lasted a bit too long as his tongue snaked past my teeth.
I looked over his shoulder. I wasn't sure if the look in Kyle's eyes was surprise or jealousy. I winked at him. He raised an eyebrow and smiled.
Bruno broke the embrace and turned to the group under the tent. "This here's the guy I've been tellin' you about; the one that's agreed to take my fist tomorrow, since Tony pussied out on me." The seven naked or near naked men nodded and grunted their hello's. He only chuckled as I mumbled, "Jeez, that's one hell of an introduction."
He squeezed my left butt cheek, then started around the circle with introductions. "These guys are all part of different Leather Fetish groups around the country. They each have their particular expertise and will be part of the demonstrations tomorrow.
"You met Kyle last night. He's down from Cheyenne. He's into cock and ball torture - other's cock and balls, that is." The group snickered at that.
Kyle halted his fire duties long enough to shake my hand. I returned his grip with one just as strong, which he seemed to appreciate as he smiled and winked at me this time. "So...last night did Bruno add to that sore butt you were talking about?"
I rubbed my ass, then winked back at him. I looked over at Bruno and shrugged. "I guess I passed the test. We seem to be scheduled for a gig tomorrow." Kyle just shook his head and went back to his fire.
The next two guys could have been brothers. Each of them had shaved heads and hairy chests. One was wearing a leather vest and seemed to sport a continuous half hard-on. The other wore a leather harness with a chain the disappeared into a leather jock strap. They both had great builds and no nonsense attitudes.
Bruno nodded to them. "These two studs are Pete and Tommy. They're up from San Antonio. They're experts in electro sex."
I shook my head. "Electro sex?"
Pete laughed as he shook my hand. "Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it."
Tommy joined in, "Ya ever had a vibrating dildo up your ass? Or two dicks working your ass at the same time, while someone was working your cock?"
"Yeah - the former a few times and the latter twice."
"Well, double and triple those experiences. That's what electro sex is like when your cock and balls are wired up, a metal dildo is up your ass, and Tommy here turns on the juice." Pete explained.
I held up my hands as I looked over at Bruno. "I'm thinking a fist up my ass is about all I can take for one weekend."
"Ah, come on." Bruno said. "Show 'em that bubble butt of yours."
I was glad I had on my tight jeans. I made a couple of turns and did my best body-builder's pose to their cat-calls and whistles.
"Now tell me," he continued, "that my fist is all you're going to have up your ass this weekend." I simply shrugged.
The next guy was a six-foot Greek god right off the cover of GQ...neatly trimmed black hair, dark eyebrows and super long eye lashes with mesmerizing brown eyes. Dimples appeared when he smiled, which was a lot. His sculpted body was clean shaven except for a patch of dark pubic hair above his shaved balls. He was preppy, in a shy sort of way.
Bruno continued, "This is Robby..."
Robby, the Greek god, jumped up and gave me a hug, grinding his groin into mine. "Man, you've got a great bod and gorgeous ass."
I laughed. "Like you've got a body to be ashamed of."
"...and Tim. They're down from Denver."
Tim pushed Robby out of the way and shook my hand. "Ya gotta forgive Robby. He gets all over- enthused when he wants to get fucked."
I'm sure I looked a little shocked as he added, "We're into flogging and spanking and the like."
I couldn't help but be surprised. Tim was at least two to three inches shorter than my 5' 10" and a little on the skinny side. His blond hair was shaved on the sides and spiked on top. He had just a wisp of blond hair between nicely formed pecs with a thin line that disappeared into black chaps. He definitely had a cocky attitude that left no doubt who did the flogging and who was the recipient.
The last two were exact mirror images of each other, with wavy brown hair that hung to their shoulders, neatly trimmed beards and mustaches, and nice thatch of hair that trailed between massive pecs down through matching black leather harnesses to a batch of neatly trimmed pubes. When they stood, we looked eye to eye, but they were impressively hunkier than I would ever be.
A studded collar gripped each man's throat with chains from eyelets that attached to rings in each nipple. Separate chains then traveled down their torsos to leather cock and ball rings. The most impressive feature, however, was the beer can thick cocks that hung down from those cock rings.
"And last, but certainly not least are the Lewis twins, Jack and Jake from LA. They're experts in Dominance and Submission, but I never know which does which."
They looked at each other and shrugged. One of them commented, "Neither do we, so we just flip a coin to see who does what."
As I shook their hands I asked, "So how do we tell which one is Jack and which one is Jake?"
The other twin answered, "Ma had the same problem, so she made us get tattoos." He nodded to his brother. "Jack has a skull on his right shoulder and I've got one on my left."
Robby handed me a beer and Jake (I think) got a campstool. Pete asked what I'm sure all of them were wondering, "So, what made you decide to bare your ass to the world and take old Bruno's fist?"
I took a healthy swig of beer before I answered. "Well, the excuse I used for Kyle and Bruno last night was that I'm a writer, and it's hard to write about things you've never experienced." I paused. "But the truth is, several guys have tried, but failed." I shrugged. "I just wanted to see if I could take a fist and what it would feel like if I did."
Pete looked around the group. "Hell, the boy's got more balls than I do. Sounds good to me."
Tim chimed in. "So, what else would you like to 'experience'?" he asked with a grin.
I matched his grin. "A flogging and/or spanking might be nice...and," my voice trailed off.
Jake spoke up, "And?"
I bit my lower lip and drained the last of the beer. "And...I've always had a bit of a rape fantasy lurking in the back of my warped mind. I think they call it 'consensual non-consent'." I caught the twins looking at each other and then glancing over at Kyle. "Hey, but that's just a fantasy that needn't ever be acted on. OK?"
They held up their hands. "Sure. No problem."
Kyle spoke up. "Fire's about ready. I'll be putting on the brats shortly." He nodded at me. "You're staying for supper, right?"
"Yeah," I answered, glad that we had gotten the subject changed. "I just need to get the bike back to my tent and clean up a bit. Besides, I'm a bit over-dressed."
Kyle nodded. "Not a problem, as long as you come back with that nice ass of yours bare to the wind. You probably got twenty minutes."
"Great. I'll scoot."
I parked the bike in front of my tent, stripped down and took a quick shower. I then poured myself into a tight pair of leather shorts that accentuated my bubble butt, with a detachable pouch in front for my cock and balls.
On my way back, Robby and Tim were waiting for me at the entrance to their cabin. Robby's dimples lit up the corners of his broad smile. "Ya want to come in for a quicky before supper?"
I shrugged. "Sure. Why not."
Within seconds of the door latching, we were all naked. Robby was on his knees devouring my cock while Tim and I dueled with our tongues. I had to admit, Tim was one hell of a kisser.
As if on cue, they switched places. I was amazed that Tim swallowed my six and a half in one attempt, then pulled off and began to polish my balls. Robby nibbled at my tits then worked his way up, licking my lips with the tip of his tongue. With no restraint, I tongue-fucked his mouth as deep as I could. He pulled back and whispered, "Fuck me, please fuck me."
He dropped to his knees. Tim ripped open a condom and handed it to Robby. I was surprised when he put it in his mouth instead of on my cock. He proceeded to unroll the sheath with his teeth as he once more devoured my rigid cock.
When it was in place, he went to all fours on the rug beside the bed. Tim dribbled lube between his ass cheeks and greased my shaft. I used the head of my cock to spread the lube over his hole, then teased his quivering pucker.
Robby raised his head and arched his back. "Fuck me, man. Bury your dick inside me," he whispered. "I've wanted your cock up my ass from the moment I saw you ride in this afternoon."
I ran my fingers up each side of his spine. "And I wanted just as much for my cock to be buried in your man chute."
I gripped his shoulders, forcing my dick head past his sphincter. I paused to give him a chance to adjust. Instead, he slammed back, forcing me deep into him as my balls slapped his. With a sigh, he began to fuck himself on my rod.
Tim moved around in front of him. Soon, he and I were fucking Robby from both ends while making out over his back. Shit, he was one great kisser...and Robby's ass felt like the milking machine back on the farm. (Shit...that's way too much information and a story for another day).
Way too soon, I felt my nuts begin to churn. I slowed my thrusts, wanting this scene to last as long as possible. Tim groaned. With a final thrust, he buried his cock down Robby's throat. Robby's gag reflects sent a spasm to his ass. His muscles clenched my tool. With a grunt, I drove into him, filling the rubber with my spunk.
We held him impaled for a moment, then each withdrew to let him breathe and relax. I flipped him over on his back. Tim stripped the condom from my wilting dick. He cleaned the spent sperm from my wilting dick while I kissed Robby's throbbing tool.
I ran my hands over his thighs and ads, slick from our sweat. The intoxicating aroma of man-sex permeated the room .
I popped the head of Robby's cock between my lips, tracing the ridge with my tongue. I relished the sweet taste of his pre-cum. I fucked his slit with the tip of my tongue. With one gulp I swallowed his entire shaft, burying my nose in the tangle of his black pubic hair. His shaft expanded even more. He thrust deep into my throat. He gasped, "Shit, I'm gonna cum!" I pulled back with just his head in my mouth. I wanted to savor the taste. He flooded my mouth with his seed. It reminded me of the honey in a honeycomb as it filled my mouth and throat. I sucked him dry. I wanted every last drop.
We all three collapsed together on the floor, exhausted. We kissed, mingling the bitter-sweet taste of the other two. Tim was the first to move, getting a towel for us to clean up.
I let out a huge sigh. "I hate for this moment to end, but we need to get back."
Robby chuckled. "Yeah. Bruno and Kyle will give us hell as it is."
"So, what's the story between those two?" I asked as we made our way back to the main tent. "Are they partners?"
"If you mean sexually, no, just friends."
"They go back forever," Kyle added. "We've all wondered if Bruno hasn't bottomed for Kyle - but none of us has the balls to ask."
Robby winked at me. "You know Kyle wants to fuck you in the worst way."
I smiled. "Yeah, I've gotten those vibes." I hesitated, then asked, "So, Kyle never bottoms?"
They both laughed. Tim answered emphatically, "No way. That would never happen!"
I gazed at the reds and golds of the lingering sunset. We'll see about that, I thought.
I had spent most of the evening after supper playing around with Robby and Tim in the pool. As we made our way back to the main camping area, we watched the twins lead a couple of young studs into the woods by chains hooked to studded cock rings. I could only imagine what would come of that journey.
Pete and Tommy had set up a sling and were putting it to good use. Robby and Tim wanted to check out the St. Andrew's cross that had been put in place behind the registration tent.
I went on the prowl hoping to hook up with Kyle. His condescending remarks about pussy bottoms and "never ever letting anything or anybody up his ass" still grated in my memory. I wasn't about to let this challenge pass without at least an attempt.
The cicadas and tree frogs blasted their chorus of sounds into the dark night as I made my way to the hot tub. As expected, the place was full of naked men. Sure enough, Bruno and Kyle were both in the water, a dozen empty beer cans stacked up behind them.
I turned to leave since there wasn't even a place to sit on either of the surrounding decks. Kyle saw me and said with a bit of drunken slur, "Hey bubble butt bike rider, don't leave." He nudged Bruno over. "We can make room for you. Get your bod over here."
"Sure, thanks," I answered, slithering down beside him. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. I ran my hand down his hairy chest, gave his dick a couple of quick rubs with one hand as I pulled his nuts down hard with the other. He groaned through a sloppy kiss.
"Be careful," Bruno said. "He's only a couple of beers from being crazy drunk."
"Is that good or bad?" I asked.
"Ya never know. Sometimes he's mellow as a lamb. Other times he can be mean as a bulldog."
I shrugged. "Then I'll try to make him purr like a cat."
I continued to massage Kyle's nuts and growing manhood. I was consumed with the thought of taking this arrogant SOB down after his comments the previous evening. I nipped his tits with my teeth, then whispered in his ear, "Why don't we go to your cabin and take this to the next level?"
He drew me close. The look in his eyes were no longer that of a half drunk, but rather a man clearly on a mission. "Fuck yes," he said. "I've wanted to drill that ass of yours ever since you came swaggering in here last night." He turned to Bruno. "Knock before ya come in. I have a feeling the bed may be in use for a while."
I smiled to myself. You may be bigger than me, but we'll see who drills who's ass before this night is over.
Bruno shrugged. "You can get him loosened up for a real cock." He nodded my way. "Then we can pick up where we left off last night." I could tell by the look in Kyle's eyes that last comment did not sit well. I only hoped I hadn't bitten off more than I could chew.
As the door to his cabin slammed behind us, I felt a sense of déjà vu. Kyle ripped the towel from around my waist and slammed me against the wall. He pinned me there as he ground his now fully erect cock into my groin and drove his tongue between my teeth. He was hungry like a tiger on a young buck. I knew I had to slow him down or I would get fucked on the spot. That wasn't my agenda.
I pushed him back. "Hey, man, slow down. We've got all night. Let me work my magic so you can roar like the lion I know you are."
His moment of hesitation was all I needed. I backed him up until he fell back, sitting on the edge of the bed. I immediately went down between his legs. I needed to keep him off guard.
Realizing from the hot tub that he liked his balls worked a little rough, I pulled and squeezed them as I teased his piss slit with the tip of my tongue. His moans and the thrust of his hips let me know I was on the right track.
I toyed with the piercing at the head of his cock with my teeth and lips. The metallic taste wasn't particularly unpleasant and his reaction was a good payoff. I let the metal click against my teeth, then looked up at him with a sheepish grin. "I've never tried to suck a guy with a Prince Albert. I guess there's always a first time."
"I've been told it's a little hard on the throat," he growled, "but you'll love it up your ass."
I gave it a yank with my teeth. We'll see about that. I sucked just the head in my mouth, continuing to play with the metal ring with my tongue, then licked my way down the underneath of his shaft.
His balls hung low like billiard balls in leather pouches. I sucked each nut, pulling down as hard as I dared. It seemed the harder I squeezed and pulled the more he liked it. I went back up to his cock, slowly sucking and slurping my way down the length of it. With the Prince Albert, I was glad he was only a six incher. Getting that down my throat could be a problem.
He took care of that problem for me. He roughly pushed on the back of my head, forcing me down on his cock. The metal ring scraped across the back of my tongue and roof of my mouth. I gagged as it reached the entrance to my throat.
Somehow, I had to take control away from him without him realizing it. I had taken down my share of twenty-something muscular jocks who claimed to be nothing but tops, but Kyle was different. First of all, he was somewhere in his late thirties with a supposed virgin ass. Second, he was big enough to easily put me in my place. Third, I was sure he knew all the tricks. Fourth, like I said, he was big enough to easily put me in my place - fuck me and/or rape me and toss me aside like just like another used piece of ass.
I slapped his hand away from my head, but continued to deep throat him on my own. I fully expected him to hit me up side the head and cram his dick back down my throat, but he instead leaned back on his elbows and let me do the work.
Mark one up for the little guy. This was the first point where he had not been completely in control. I had to keep it going.
I managed to swallow him without giving myself a tonsillectomy. I devoured his cock, deep throating him in spite of the piercing. By this time, he was beyond thinking. A piece of me felt guilty for taking advantage of his half-drunk state, but I had set out to take this arrogant top down and couldn't stop now if I tried.
I pulled back off. My throat was already sore, but I knew there would have to be more of the same to come if I had any chance of putting him over the edge. I clicked the metal against my teeth, then nibbled the tender skin on the underside of his head. I nipped down the length of his shaft, pulling hard on his balls.
It was time to work on his ego. "Shit, that's one huge set of balls."
"Fuck yeah."
I licked each one. "Yeah, big balls for a big stud."
I looked up through the bush of his pubs. He winked, then sneered with a curl of his lip. Cocky son-of-a-bitch, I mused.
I weighed each one of those orbs, debating my capacity and abilities. I sucked in the right one while squeezing and pulling on the left. He groaned. His head was hanging back and his eyes were closed.
I switched sides, swallowing the left one while pulling and mauling the right with my fist. I then pulled them both up to his cock and lightly flicked my tongue along the tender ridge leading to his ass, that sweet spot below his balls, tickling and teasing the core of a man's body between his balls and his butt. There was no resistance. Instead, he spread his legs further to accommodate me. Now was the time to see just how far I could take him.
I licked lower and lower, not quite reaching his pucker. I half expected him to cuff me or at least tell me to watch what I was doing. Instead, he just kept groaning, his eyes shut tight.
I licked up over his balls to the head of his cock. I hated to break the moment, but I needed him in a better position. That's when I spied the little brown bottle, condoms and tube of lube on the night stand. I grabbed the bottle. "Hey, let's add a little life to the party."
He shook his head. "I don't do poppers."
I unscrewed the cap. I don't do poppers either. Especially tonight I needed all my wits about me. But I really needed him to indulge. Staring him in the eye, I took a quick snort. I held out the bottle. "Come on, man. It'll just take things up a notch," I said with a smile that edged on a smirk.
He hesitated, then put the bottle to his nose and breathed in the fumes.
Another good sign.
He started to hand the bottle back to me. I nodded and smiled again. "Go ahead. Take another quick hit and scoot up on the bed so I can get to you a little easier."
He hesitated again. I held my breath. Then I could tell the fumes and the booze had taken over. He took another drag and did as I asked. Perfect. While his attention was elsewhere, I grabbed a condom and the lube, slipping them into a fold of the sheets.
He stretched out, his hands behind his head. Flexing his biceps, he said condescendingly, "Sure. Anything the pussy wants, the pussy gets."
I clenched my fists. I had to force myself to relax. Nobody calls me a pussy. NOBODY. Buddy, you're going down if it's the last thing I do. I forced a smile. "Right on."
I stretched out on top of him, grinding my hard cock into his. I kissed him hard, then worked my way down his torso, nipping each tit with my teeth as I passed, squeezing each massive pec in turn.
I nibbled and bit my way down his torso, then switched gears and did the same up each thigh, stopping just short of his balls. Once more I grabbed a handful of his jewels, squeezing them hard and pulling them down as far as I dared. I was amazed that he was groaning in pleasure through the pain and not punching my lights out.
Pre-cum glistened at his piss slit. I spit into my free hand, mixing my saliva with his goo. I slowly stroked his cock. I flicked my tongue along the tender ridge below his balls, each time coming closer to his puckered hole. I touched it with just the tip of my tongue. He jerked. I fully expected to get hit, or at least a demand to stop. Instead, just a groan as he spread his legs wider apart. Ah, we're making headway.
I worked his balls and cock even harder as I teased his hole. The musky smell of his manhood was almost more than I could bear. My cock was so hard, I thought it would burst. I wanted to plow his ass then and there, but I knew the time wasn't right yet. I didn't want to rape him (like that was possible). What I really wanted him to do was beg for it.
I touched that pucker once more, then looked up at him. His eyes were wide open, glaring at me. I hesitated going the next step, but it was too late to turn back now.
I rubbed up the sides of his crotch, spreading his legs a little more. I licked my upper lip with the tip of my tongue. "You have such a gorgeous ass. My tongue so wants to worship it, to delve into the depths of it. Are you sure you don't want anything up your ass?" Again I licked my upper lip.
"You fucker, you have me all worked up. Don't just knock at the door and then walk away. Get down there and eat my ass."
I smiled up at him. You think you're in control. You haven't got a clue.
"Take another hit. It'll loosen you up so I can really get my tongue in there." He didn't hesitate.
I flicked my tongue along the tender ridge, each time coming closer to his puckered hole. When I touched it, he convulsed and let out a groan. I circled it, teasing it unmercifully, then worked just the tip of my tongue through the first set of muscles. He gasped. I started eating his ass in earnest, driving my talented tongue deep inside him. He was groaning and pushing back against my face with each thrust.
As I began to tongue fuck his hole, he raised his ass off the bed and began to meet me thrust for thrust. I licked up over his balls, swallowed his dick, then went back to his ass. The third time I did that, I replaced my tongue with my thumb, caressing that hole with ever increasing pressure.
I pressed the tip of my tongue against the tender, quivering opening. Then leaving a good coating of spit in his crack, I gave his balls and cock one more hard squeeze, then left him bare, blowing cool breath over his wet, now tender groin.
"Take another hit." This time, it was more of a command than a request. He didn't hesitate. As he did, I sheathed my tool and got a handful of lube.
I went back to sucking the head of his cock, my middle finger taking the place of my thumb at his hole. When it slipped past his outer rim, his head shot up. "No. Wait!" With little resistance, his hungry ass swallowed the entirety of my finger. My finger grazed his prostate. The protest immediately changed to an "Oh, fuck."
"Take another hit." He complied without protest.
I slow fucked him with my middle finger, rubbing his prostrate each time...all the while toying with his Prince Albert with my teeth and tongue and sucking his cock head. When I thought he was ready, I worked his balls hard, then slipped in a second finger. Again, I half expected to get knocked across the room. Instead, he laid there with his eyes shut and his back arched.
As tight as he was, I wasn't sure about the third. I started working his balls hard to take his attention away from his hole getting filled. I fucked him hard with the two fingers, then stopped, with them caressing his prostrate. To my surprise, he pulled the magic bottle to his nose without being told. I slipped in the third finger. He groaned, convulsed, then relaxed. I slowly fucked him with all three fingers filling him.
Without warning, I pulled my hand out. The moan this time was one of desire rather than relief. I knew only too well that feeling of emptiness after being so completely filled.
I raised his legs to my shoulders, teasing his quivering pucker with the head of my cock. He stared at me, almost in disbelief. "I'm a top, damn it. I've always been a top."
I pushed gently at the door. "But right now, what do you want? Do you really want me to stop?" I pushed in a little further.
He gritted his teeth. "You son-of-a-bitch. You bastard."
I smiled down at him. "Kyle. What do you want?"
"Damn you," he whispered through his teeth. "I want you to fuck me."
"Kyle. I can't hear you. What do you want?"
This time he snarled. "You fucking son-of-a-bitch. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me long. Damn it, just fuck me."
He gasped as I entered him. I gave him a moment to adjust, then began to push in, inch by inch, pulling back each time until just the head remained. By the sixth time I was balls deep. I began a long, slow, deep fuck, massaging his love spot with each thrust.
His ass was so fucking tight. It wrapped and rubbed and sucked at my cock like no guy's mouth ever had. Between thrusts I panted, "You...are...so...fucking...tight." His eyes flew open and he glared at me. I thrust into him hard and held it there. "You really ARE a virgin. Shit, a forty year old virgin."
He clenched his fists on each side of his tight abs. "It's thirty-nine, you bastard." I thrust hard once more, expecting to take one to the chin. Instead, he snarled between clenched teeth. "Just shut up and fuck me, you little mother-fucker." Without any more conversation, I complied.
He knew the drill. By this time, he was holding his own legs back and stretched open so I could get more penetration. I was sure he had been on my side of the scene more times than I could count. He was now going to see what it felt like to be on the other - as the bottom he had so adamantly condemned.
I used every trick I had ever used or had used on me. I drove in hard. I changed positions. I slow fucked, then hard fucked. When he was really loosened up, I pulled out all the way, then slammed into him, crushing his nuts with the weight of my groin.
I picked up speed. I clutched his massive pecs, massaging them with each thrust. By this time, we were both in subconscious over-drive. I slammed into him with all my weight behind each thrust. I was thrusting hard, balls deep, accompanied by an ever increasing "fuck" growling from the depths of his being.
I felt my nuts contract. Without warning, I pulled out, stripped my tool bare, and shot a stream of my man-juice onto his stomach and chest, followed by three more smaller shots.
I wiped up a handful of cum. Mixing it with the copious amount of his pre-cum, I jerked him off. His first explosion reached his chin, followed by a half dozen more diminishing spurts.
When he was finished, I licked up a mouthful of our combined spunk. I kissed him, fucking his mouth with my tongue so we could both savor the taste, feeding him until he swallowed. Then I whispered in his ear, "You've now had my tongue, three fingers and my cock up your ass, and you've eaten your own cum."
I sat back on his chest. "Oh, and by the way, I'm nobody's pussy." I nodded to him, "But you were mine tonight."
There was a look of terror and anger and hatred in his eyes. I smiled and shook my head. "Don't worry, I don't kiss and tell. Whatever story you tell, I'll go along with it. But we both know the truth."
I climbed off the bed and grabbed my towel. At the door, I turned back to him and winked. "However, you might want to get cleaned up before Bruno gets back."
By the look in his eyes, I could tell he was still trying to figure out what had just happened.
Buddy, I thought, you just got fucked.
I headed back to my tent to prepare for my morrow's debut.
...To be continued.
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