"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.
When I returned home I sent my new master a thank you e-mail;
"Sir: Thank you so much for allowing me the chance to service your hot cock and your sexy feet. I hope I can please again at your convenience. You are an amazing master, sir. Thanks again, your boy."
The following morning I received a response. "Don't let another man fuck you till I see you again, bitch. I want your hole ripe and tight. Keep your cell phone on always. I will call you sometime this week and I expect you to answer your phone and report to immediately. If you fail at this simple task, you will prove yourself useless and I will be forced to use a different boy. Also, you should shave all the hair off your body and take a shower before you see me next. You are a fucking ugly worthless piece of shit boy. I expect better from you next time."
I kept my cell on night and day for the next week. When I was in the shower, when I was asleep, at work, at my parent's house. I would tense up when it would ring, hopeful that my master was summoning me, but ever disappointed. A week later my phone rang at 4 in the morning. I woke up on the fourth ring all groggy and a total mess, and immediately picked up the phone.
"NOW bitch." And the phone clicked.
I jumped up, showered, cleaned out my pussy real fast and threw on some sweats and a tank top. I got in the first cab downstairs and told the cabbie it was an emergency and he would have to get me downtown ASAP. I buzzed up probably around 15 minutes after the initial call, which I thought was pretty good. When I got upstairs the bag was on the door again, so I put the blindfold on again and knocked on the door. The door flew open and I was thrust into his dark apartment and thrown against a wall. I fell and started to cry. He said "bad little pussybitch. I told you to come NOW. That was not soon enough. How should I punish you slut?
I kept crying. He came over and kicked me in the head. "You think I have a problem with you crying you stupid whore. If you cry that easy we ain't gonna get along."
I stopped myself from crying but stayed on the ground. "Open your mouth bitch. I've had to pee all night. You be my toilet NOW!" I opened my mouth wide and he gave me a healthy flow of piss. Tasted like he had been drinking beer for hours so it was totally delicious. He must have caught the smile on my face cause he said "stop smiling you stupid whore. Its not all gonna be nice like that tonight. Think we are gonna have to test your limits a little bitch. Put your hands behind your back. I did and he cuffed me. He led me into another room, which felt even darker. He strapped me up to a big bed and music started playing. I think it was "Massive Attack" and totally made me feel the mood.
I heard a lot of other noise in the room. He said "I'm gonna start really playing with my toys now fag. Now feel this!" He put something on my leg and started rubbing me with it. I had no idea what it was other than it was made of wood and it was big. He put it up to my nose and had me sniff it. He pried my mouth open with his hands and said "feel that big wooden stick...try to figure out this is and where I'm gonna put it." He kept shoving this thing further and further down my throat. He pulled it out and lightly swapped my face with it. I started realizing what this could be. Felt like wood and it seemed long and smelled funny; this was a baseball bat. With that realization I smiled again and I'm sure my dimples looked pretty cute.
"Yep, you figured it out. It's a baseball bat. Not sure if I'm gonna fuck you with it or just tease your asshole. Not sure if you can take it you sloppy little bitch. Why don't you suck on my cock for a little while whore."
I got to work on his big thick cock. At first I felt like I was in control cause he just let me suck it at my own pace, but once I got pretty deep he totally took over. He started grinding his cock as deep as it could go into my throat. I was choking a little which made him laugh. When I would choke he would spit on my face. I'm sure I looked like a total pigslut and the thought was very appealing. I wished he would take some pictures so I could see what a slut I looked like. He fucked my throat way deep and didn't let up for fifteen minutes. The whole time he had one hand on the back of my head to support his face-fucking and another holding the baseball bat down near my asshole.
As the head got more and more intense his buttplay with the bat got more intense. I think he must have put some lube on the end of the the bat cause I felt it start to actually enter my hole. I couldn't believe there actually was a bat entering my hole. I have had monster cocks and fists in there, but I was totally becoming a fuckin total whorebag slut with a dirty bat going up my shithole.
He took his cock out of my mouth and concentrated on working the bat in and out of my hole. It felt like he had around 7 or 8 inches in me, but it was so wide I couldn't believe it. I'm sure I was crying again. This was an amazing experience.
Suddenly he pulled the whole bat out of my hole and replaced it with a few fingers. Maybe four, maybe five. I really have no way of knowing. He really let me have it with his hand. One hand was inside my ass and the other was slapping my butt real hard. He was basically beating me with that other hand. I think both hands may have been in fists at this point. I was sure to be black and blue both inside and out.
He kept this up for quite some time and I was feeling awesome. Time really plays tricks on you when you don't have the use of your eyes or other senses. I had no idea this hot master had been using me, but eventually he stopped and said "We're done here. Get out."
I was sad that he didn't cum this time, and couldn't believe that after two sessions I still hadn't been fucked. What did I have to do to make him fuck me? How was I gonna become his number one whore? Would I ever get to chance to see his face and his cock? God, I was hungry for cock at that point. I guessed I would have to go out and find something to fill up my hole.
This time he let me get dressed and as I was walking out the door, he grabbed me and whispered in my ear "I bet you wanna get fucked. Well, you better keep that pussy nice and clean for me. I can tell when another man has been on my turf and you will not be in good shape if you let anyone else fuck that hole. That's my property and you better get used to it. I decide what goes in and out of your faggot hole slut. Get out."
I left his apartment feeling vaguely satisfied but way hungry for more. I couldn't wait for my next session.
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