My instructions were simple. I was to stand across the street from his apartment at 8:00 and wait for his phone call. I had to assume he could see me from his window and he would determine whether I was worth using or not. This wasn't gonna be a problem; I'm a 24 year old blonde grad student. I am 5'8, 150lbs, a cute, slender guy with a nice body and an adorable face. Oh, yeah, and I'm an insatiable bottom boy. There's nothing I like better than getting fucked by a man. I don't care who it is or what else is going on the world so long as my boypussy is being pounded by some serious manmeat.
So, I was feeling pretty confident at 8:00 as I stood on a well-lit street in downtown. I looked good; tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt, per his instructions. I was gonna be meeting my master for the night very shortly and I was damn excited. We had met online a week ago and he was one of these really dominant, hot guys with a real straight-guy hot-shit attitude. He had sent me one picture of him, but it was just a shot of his eight- inch thick gorgeous cock. Part of the deal was that I was never to see his face. He told me he was in his low 40's, had a great body and cock and I would be very happy when he was done fucking me. That was enough to get me going. Why does it matter what he looks like if he knows how to fuck.
By about 8:15 I started getting a little tense. Was this guy playing games with me? I wasn't used to being dicked around. Well, I guess I was literally, but not like this. I decided I would give him a few more minutes. After all, it was kinda fun standing on the street like this in these super-tight jeans. It was a pretty gay neighborhood and I kinda looked like a whore. It was nice to get all these appreciative stares and come-ons from lots of hot guys.
Finally my phone rang around 8:23. I picked up the call and said "Hello." There was a pause and finally a low, very male sexy voice said "Boy." I replied "Yes sir." He continued "Boy, go across the street and take the elevator up to 16G. You understand boy?" "Yes sir." "When you arrive at the apartment, boy, there will be a bag on the doorknob. Open it up and tie the blindfold around your eyes. When it is secure, you will knock softly on the door three times. I don't wanna hear your faggot voice at all, boy. Once you are in my apartment, you will keep quiet and do as you are told until I am ready to release you. Got it boy?"
"Yes, sir" I exclaimed.
"Boy, you have any limits?"
"Sir, I don't want to bleed or anything."
"Understood boy...now get your pussy up here so I can use you up real good."
"Yes sir." And with that, I started to make my way upstairs. I was pretty hard and glad I had to wait all this time. Waiting around like that just makes me more and more horny and desperate to please a hot top. When I arrived at 16G, everything looked normal save the small plastic bag on the knob. I opened it up to find a nondescript black blindfold which I immediately tied around my head. I knocked on the door and stood there waiting. I heard the door open and was suddenly propelled forward into the darkness of my new master's home.
"Strip boy" my master commanded me. It was hard to get all my clothing off without the use of my eyes, but I managed. I took my shoes, socks and jeans off, but my shirt was taking a little more effort. My master said "hurry up slut if you want this cock," and slapped me across the face. It was a light slap but it still felt real good. Reminded me I was a boy and this was master. I hoped there would be plenty more to come.
I stood there naked with nothing on except the blindfold waiting for my master's next command. I knew nothing about this man except that I was his possession to do with as he pleased. All I could do was listen to his breathing and await further instructions. Suddenly my master began slapping my face hard. He slapt me around 5 times and told me I was a little pussy bitch and I was gonna love taking care of his big dick. Sir continued to hit me and it was getting pretty hard. I knew I would be red by the time I was out of there, but it was worth it to be the object of such lust.
The man pushed me down and started kicking me. He said "bitch crawl forward. Yeah, bitch on your hands and knees. Keep moving faggot bitch." He kicked me again, harder still. This was feeling real good. My head banged against something hard. My master laughed and said "stupid faggot boy. Turn around and lick my feet boy." I turned around and opened my mouth and started licking. I didn't know where my master's feet were but I figured I would just keep my mouth open and my tongue wagging till I found something to lick. My master helped me out and little and shoved his foot forward into my waiting mouth. It was a clean sexy foot and it felt pretty big. He shoved as much of his foot into my mouth and started fucking my mouth with it. Now, I'm a pretty amazing cocksucker but being fucked by a size 12 wide foot is another story completely. I wasn't totally prepared for that kind of assault and I guess I started gagging sooner than usual. For this I got slapped real hard across the face and a stream of something wet started falling onto my face. Lucky me! I was being rewarded by my master's piss nice and early in the evening. Usually I have to work real hard to get peed on, but this guy was ready to abuse me real quick. He was peeing on my head and my face and a little into my mouth. My master said "Keep your mouth wide open bitch," so I did and he proceeded to fill my mouth up with his delicious piss. When he was done relieving himself he said "get back to work on my feet whore!" This time he really let me lick each toe and in between real good. It's nice to be fucked by a big foot but I also just like to lick it real clean and really service my man well.
"Good job" my master tells me. "Now you can start working on the cock, little girl." I got myself up on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. The pictures made it look nice and thick, but I guess the combination of my disorientation from not seeing and the fact that it really was a big cock was just too much for me. I was amazed -- this was one hot cock and wasn't gonna be happy till it was deep down my throat fucking away at my whore mouth. "Yeah deep throat that big cock, you little faggot slutgirl. Keep sucking it. You keep doing a good job like that I'm gonna be forced to fuck your little tight pussy. Yeah, bitch. Keep suckin -- that's nice, girlie. Ya, bitch -- good work. Suck that cock."
All this "girlie" and "pussy" talk was getting me all riled up. I wanted to please my new master real good. I knew our first session wasn't gonna last all night, and I wasn't sure he was gonna fuck me on the first date, but this was really makin me hot. I wanted him to cum in my mouth or at least all over my face. I thought about telling him, but was scared that would anger him. After all, I wasn't supposed to talk. I considered this for a few moments, while continuing to suck his mammoth eight-incher (it has to be six inches wide as well). My ultimate decision was - I gotta tell this guy I want his load, no matter the consequences.
So, I pulled his cock out and before I could say anything my master punched me in the gut. It hurt like hell, and I didn't know what to do. My master said "Bitch, don't ever try to make a decision for me. When I'm ready to take your mouth off my cock, I will and until then you will serve me. Got it, bitch" And with that, he spit on my face, and slapped the spit around. He said open my mouth and spit again into my throat. He said "keep your slutmouth open whore" I did. I kep't still for a minute. I could tell by the sound he was jerking off kinda furiously. His cock was near my mouth and every once in a while a dash of precum spilled out on to my lips and my tongue.
"NOW. Keep that slut mouth open. I'm gonna bust a gut in your slutty girlie mouth, whore. Yeah, yeah, I'm cumming, bitch. Take my hot load you fucking bitch." He shot around eight streams of my into my mouth and I loved it to death. When he was done, he kicked me a few times, grabbed me by the neck, and threw me out his front door naked. A few seconds later, my clothing was thrown outside the door as well. I couldn't wait to go back for more.
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