Dave is proving to be everything I ever wanted. Loving and at the same time sexually demanding. Before we get out of bed every morning, he fucks me hard and I take it willingly and with a great sense of what I think of as wifely obedience. While I lick his cock clean, he sucks me off. He grunts loudly like an animal when he cums while I, more quietly, scream with joy. If I scrape his cock with my teeth or he deems I've been naughty in some other way, Dave takes great delight in spanking me until my bottom is red and makes me stand in a corner of the bedroom until he's shaved and showered. On his return, he hugs me close and we exchange our morning kiss.
He dresses while, still naked, I prepare our coffee, cereals and toast. David likes to see me naked in the morning and I never dress until he departs for work. It's often convenient to remain naked as my oversexed lover usually wants to fuck me again after breakfast. Dave either bends me over a chair or lifts me up on the table or work surface, swings my legs up, unzips and pounds into me. Another hug and kiss and he's off.
I wash up and make the bed. Then into the bathroom to shave my face, armpits and groin and take a shower. With the money Nick gave me, I purchased a laptop and all the books I need. The rest of the money has gone on clothes as decided by Dave.
It was dead embarrassing to be taken to a women's shop where I bought silk underpants at least one size too small. Mostly white, but also two pink and two black. They could be easily mistaken for men's pants, but we both know they were made for women. At least my short cut tank tops and short sleeved shirts in similar colours came from a guy's shop. As did my one size too small white trousers, black trousers, summer shorts and jeans. In the shop I had to try them all on for Dave's smiling approval. I couldn't help thinking he was aiming for a rather effeminate look. This thought was reinforced by the knee length silk stockings, ankle socks and slip on shoes he chose for me. No trainers, Dave doesn't like me wearing them. Perhaps he wants me to be constantly reminded of my status. However if Dave's happy I'm more than pleased to wear whatever he wants.
After college I rush home in the evening, shower, change into just a pair of clean underpants and prepare our evening meal. Without fail, after hugging and kissing me, he drops his pants and I kneel down to suck his cock. Sometimes he cums in my mouth, more often he bends me over and fucks me as if he's not had sex for a week. Wow! Aren't I a lucky bitch.
Naturally I've reported all is going well to Doug Trent and he's really pleased we're hitting it off. He reminds me to always respond and be obedient to Dave's wishes and allow him to develop my full potential. I find that very thought provoking.
On Saturday morning while I'm standing naked in a corner of the living room after being spanked and Dave is reading his newspaper, the doorbell rings.
"Stay where you are, I'll go," says Dave.
I hear him opening the door and chatting and laughing with a guy. They come into the living room and I'm blushing so much with embarrassment that my face is as red as my bottom.
"Nice arse, May I touch?" asks the stranger. A soft Irish accent.
"Be my guest Liam, my kitten's very obedient. You don't mind, do you Matt?"
"Whatever you say Dave."
Two large, rough hands settle on my ass cheeks. They move around examining the contours of my bottom, slip between my legs and squeeze my balls.
"Smooth as a baby and nice balls."
Now the hands are on my nipples, teasing and twisting. My prick is rock hard as Liam's hands move down over my belly and feel my shaved groin and my prick. He pulls back my foreskin and rubs a thumb over my knobhead and uses my precum to massage it until I'm trembling with pent up excitement.
"Has it cum this morning," asks Liam as if I'm not there.
"No, but he'll toss himself off if you want to watch? He does it for me most days. You don't mind, do you Matt?"
Liam twists me around and I'm looking into the green eyes of a tall, handsome guy with a goatee beard and wearing cut off jeans and a black tee with a printed slogan in white stating 'the Pope hates Irish queers'. He kisses me with his tongue down my throat as he continues to rub my prick head. He lets me go.
"Come on little'un, let me see how far you can shoot."
It's true I've wanked myself off in front of Dave, but this is so different. It's totally humiliating. They both sit on the sofa waiting for me to give them a performance so I start pumping my stiff prick and, if I'm honest, enjoy the humiliation as Dave smiles at me. He knows I'm into being humiliated in this sort of way and I'm sure he gets turned on by seeing me degraded in public. Liam's green eyes glitter and he starts rubbing his crotch.
All worked up, bent forward, the big finger of one hand fucking my own asshole, I use the other hand to work on my stiff cock.
"Come on bitchboy, show me... shoot that load," demands Liam.
"Yeah, do as you're told kitten or I'll have to thrash you." Dave's orders drive me into a new frenzy of wanking.
These two guys are watching me as I demean myself in front of them. Naked, but for my neckchain I'm masturbating like a red arsed zoo monkey. I turn around so they can see my own spanked red ass. To let them see I'm on heat ready to be shagged. I'm on the edge and turn back to my grinning audience before shooting a string of semen across the carpet and onto Liam's boots and Dave's bare feet.
"Fantastic! You've got a prize boy here Dave."
"Look at the mess you've made kitten. What you going to do about it?"
I drop down and start licking up my cum across the floor. Didn't need to be told. It simply increases my feeling of degradation and I love it. Liam's boots are dirty as well as being covered by my spunk, but I lick them clean before turning eagerly to lap up my cum on my man's feet. Just as eagerly I insert my tongue between his toes and enjoy the taste of his sweat.
"Easy kitten," Dave pulls me up by my hair and lifts me onto his lap where I snuggle down naked, his little kitten.
Liam strokes my naked back as anyone might a household pet.
"Liam's an artist and sculptor. I've promised he can use you as a model. You don't mind do you sweetheart?"
Like all such similar questions there is only one answer.
"If you're happy Dave, I'll do it."
"He knows only I fuck you, but I've said you don't mind giving him the occasional blow job. Is that okay with you kitten." Dave strokes my hair.
"If you say so Dave." What else can I say? And to be truthful, little whore that I am, I'm delighted to suck any guy Dave instructs me to.
"Actually Dave pal, I could do with his services now." Liam pleads.
I turn my head to look at Dave and he smiles and nods. I slip off his lap and move to kneel between Liam's outstretched legs. It's quite clear he needs relief as his rampant cock is tenting his denim shorts. He un- zips his flies and pushes his shorts and underpants down to his ankles. His beautiful hard circumcised cock is in my face and I take it into my mouth. He exhales loudly as I perform my first mouth and tongue stroke up and down his erection. By my third stroke he's stretching back with his arms above his head.
"Oh, mother of god... this is only to be expected in a homo heaven."
There's no doubt he's building up to a swift climax and I keep my mouth sucking on him until he unloads what feels like a pint of spunk into my mouth. Some of it dribbles down my chin.
"Swallow it kitten. Take my friends seed," Dave encourages me to obey.
Gulping twice I manage to swallow as I'm told. While Liam recovers, Dave pulls me close into his arms.
"You're so good Matt, I'm proud of you babe."
What better words could I hope for as Dave cuddles me? I vaguely hear Dave making arrangements for me to model for Liam the following week. After seeing Liam out, Dave returns, strips naked, bends me over the back of the sofa and fucks me.
"My obedient boy, this is what you and I need."
"Oh yes Dave. Fuck me hard, make me yours," I'm gasping as his huge male weapon possesses me.
He twists me around on his solid hard pole and rests my ass on the back of the sofa. Dave continues fucking me. His arms are around me and his tongue is down my throat as he thrusts in and out of me. This is total dreamworld for me. I suck on his tongue and feel his cock deep in my boycunt. When he reaches his gasping climax I feel spurt after spurt of his male juices shooting into me. Can I be more sexually satisfied than this?
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