I was Now Truly Her Bitch Pegged
Monica and I lay in our bed, holding onto one another, our bodies slick with a sheen from the after-glow of our lovemaking. I was thankful to have a lover like her and even more thankful that she was my wife. Feeling especially close to her, I told her there was something I wanted to ask her. Seeing my hesitancy, when I didn’t immediately follow-up with my question, she asked, “What is it? Is something wrong?”
“No, no nothing’s wrong. I just don’t know how to say this,” I stammered and still wasn’t forthcoming. Now Monica looked worried. I suddenly blurted out, “Would you be willing to play with my ass sometime, maybe even fuck it?”
Monica looked quite surprised at my question. “Where did that come from?” she asked.
I told her that this had been on my mind for a long time, but I never had the courage to ask her before this. I told her that, years ago, long before I met her, I had discovered that I was “anally erotic” and loved the sensations that my ass gave me. I said that I felt embarrassed and a little ashamed to tell anyone about my desires until now. I said that it was only because I loved her so much and trusted her that I was willing to ask.
Monica proceeded to ask me for information about my anal eroticism. How this manifested? What toys I used? Did I orgasm? What I enjoyed the most?
Monica told me that she would have to let what I had told her settle in a bit and said she wasn’t sure about how she wanted to respond to my confession and my request. She told me that she had been afraid that I was going to tell her I was having an affair and was greatly relieved that it was “just about sex”. We both laughed about that, and that seemed to lighten both our moods. I felt lighter having shared my secret passion and relieved that Monica hadn’t rejected my request outright.
That week continued like nothing had changed. We had sex a couple of times, and it was good like it always was. On Saturday night we went to bed as usual. Often we warmed scented oil on a little ceramic basin next to our bed to spread on our bodies, making touch even more sensual and our bodies slick. Monica lit the candle under the oil to warm it, and we began to kiss and fondle one another. Soon we were spreading the warm oil all over each other, and she was sensually caressing her breasts over my chest, sliding up and down my torso. When I tried to raise up to return the favor, Monica pushed me back down.
She then grabbed one of our pillows, had me raise my butt up, and placed it under me. Dipping her fingers into the warm oil, Monica then caressed my cock and balls, making them slick. She continued applying more oil along my perineum, finally reaching my butt. Sliding her hand between my cheeks, she generously applied even more oil, until my ass was quite literally dripping. Soon her fingers were gripping and groping my ass cheeks and pinching as best as she could with my ass so slippery. With each pinch and squeeze I began to squirm, becoming more and more aroused. Then, for the first time, I felt Monica’s fingers graze my puckered hole, then swirling around it. Finally her fingers lingered, and I felt her finger slowly enter my ass for the first time. Her finger remained there for a while, but slowly I realized she was applying pressure in a circular motion, not going in and out. She was feeling the insides of my ass. Then she began to slide her finger in and out, slowly at first. Soon she added a second finger, then a third, stretching me, arousing me more and more.
“You like that, baby? Do you like my fingers up your sweet ass?” Monica cooed. “Show me, baby. Show me how much you like me fucking your ass.”
I pushed back on her fingers and met each of her thrusts with more and more vigor and excitement. I moaned, “Oh God, baby. Your fingers feel sooo good. I love you.”
“Is this what you wanted, baby? Did you want me to fuck your ass? C’mon baby, tell me how much you want me to keep fucking you,” she insisted. When I didn’t say anything, she stopped and began to pull out of my ass.
“Nooo, don’t stop! I love your fingers in my ass. Please keep fucking me. I love it,” I pled with her, and with my acknowledgement, she resumed her assault. Somehow Monica had managed to find my prostate and started pushing in and out over it. As my moans became louder, my body began to buck almost involuntarily, and just before I was about to cum, she swallowed my cock, and I erupted into her mouth, overwhelming her capacity to handle all of my cum. She slowed down her pumping fingers, while still sucking my now shrinking cock.
When I finally calmed down, Monica crawled up my body and kissed me and pushed the cum she had been holding in her mouth into mine. This was another first for us. Even though tasting my own cum didn’t especially appeal to me, the taste wasn’t as unpleasant as I had imagined, and it was the least I could do in thanks of making my dream come true. We passed the cum back and forth between us, and I finally swallowed what was left.
I returned the favor and went down on her and licked and finger fucked her until she had her own orgasm. I would have licked her to another one, but she said, “Enough,” so I stopped and lay down next to her, and we kissed and cuddled.
“That was so hot, watching how turned on you were from my fingers. You weren’t k**ding when you said you were anally erotic,” Monica enthusiastically agreed.
“It was a dream come true for me,” I told her. “Thank you so much.”
“Don’t worry babe, were just getting started in this area, ” she reassured me, gesturing with her fingers as if she was fucking me, “Just getting started. Leave this to me.”
This was going better than I could have imagined, and Monica was a full participant too. I felt like I was one of the luckiest men in the world to have a sexy and accepting wife like her.
Over the next several weeks unbeknownst to me, Monica visited several internet sites that featured stories about males receiving anal sex from their female lovers. Soon she learned about strap-ons and butt plugs and found online toy stores for what she needed for her plans for my ass.
One night, a few weeks after I confessed my desire for anal sex, Monica asked me to come to bed after a light dinner. Our foreplay was very similar to what was usual for us, a lot of kissing and sensual touching. Only this time Monica began smiling wickedly and started applying newly purchased lube to my ass. Soon, like before, her fingers were exploring my most private place, finally penetrating me again, and again arousing my excitement and lust for her fingers to fuck me harder and deeper.
To my disappointment, she stopped and removed her fingers. She then reached into the nightstand table drawer and removed a smallish butt plug, which she also lubed up and began to slowly fuck my ass. Even though it was small, at its widest point it was still bigger than anything that had ever entered my ass. As she pushed it in and out, she also pushed it deeper and deeper, stretching my hole in the most pleasurable way, eliciting increasingly louder moans. Finally she reached its widest point, and she held it there for a short while, letting me feel its maximum stretch, then she pushed the invader all the way into me, letting my rectum feel a new sensation of fullness.
I thought for a moment that Monica would leave the plug in place, but clearly she had other plans. She began to kneel between my legs and go down on me, and my pleasure only increased. Soon she was bobbing up and down on my hard cock, taking the entire length into her mouth and throat until I felt her lips touch my pubes, and I was in heaven. After a few minutes she pulled off and told me, “Tell me if you’re going to cum. OK? You only cum when I say you can. Agreed?” And once I agreed, she resumed deep throating me, only this time she started puling the plug nearly all the way out and plunging it all the way in until I was just seconds away from blowing my load and told her so.
Monica quickly pulled off my cock and proceeded to squeeze its head tightly, stopping my excitement quickly. She again licked my cock until it was hard again and then straddled me and enveloped my cock in her warm, wet pussy and fucked me hard and fast, getting us both excited. As we both neared orgasm, she again admonished me not to cum without her say so, and I grunted my agreement. Soon I told her I was close, and she climbed off of me but only for a moment, and she again straddled me but this time in a reverse cowgirl position.
She started vigorously fucking me now. I was getting more and more excited and was loving the feeling of the plug inside of me. Then suddenly I felt Monica grip the base of the plug, and she began to fuck my ass with it as hard as she was fucking my cock. I told her to stop, that I was about to cum, but she just said, “Go for it, baby. Cum for me! Cum for me!”
And that put me over the top. Soon both Monica and I were screaming our shared orgasms. Even though she was bucking wildly, Monica never stopped fucking my ass. As we slowed down so did her penetration.
Finally she pulled off me and backed up towards my face and slowly lowered her cum-filled pussy onto my mouth. As she lowered herself, gobs of cum dropped out of her and onto my face and open mouth. I raised up and tongued out as much cum as I could, now beginning to associate eating cum with the wonderful anal pleasure she was giving me.
Monica seemed to note this too and told me, “That’s it. Such a good boy. Eat all the cum and clean me out like a good boy. That’s your job from now on, to eat up all the cum.”
Slowly she lay down on top of me and soon we were in a 69 position, and her mouth had swallowed my cock, and her pussy was right above my mouth. Slowly we licked one another as she slowly fucked my ass again with the plug. We licked, sucked, and fucked at a leisurely pace until we were again aroused and nearing orgasm, but this time instead of intensely fucking and bucking, this orgasm was more deeply felt and sensual, and we writhed together in what was experienced as waves of pleasure.
Once the waves had completely passed, we both laid in place for several minutes in a whole body pleasurable warmth until Monica changed positions and crawled up next to me. After gazing lovingly and intently into my eyes, she brought her lips to mine and shared the cum she had been holding there for the longest time. We swirled the cum with our tongues, exchanging it between us. Then she pushed the remaining cum into my mouth and raised up enough to watch with pleasure as I swallowed the remnants of her offering.
“Such a good boy,” she praised me as it was clear that I had swallowed, and the cum was gone.
Later we processed how that had been for each of us. Monica asked if I enjoyed her taking the lead as much as she did, and I told her I found it wonderful. She said that she liked the sense of power my surrendering gave her.
We began to have sex every day for a few weeks, always initiated by Monica. Every 3 or 4 days Monica would repeat some variation on the above and would introduce a slightly larger plug, stretching my ass so I could easily accommodate nearly all the plugs she bought except a ridiculously huge one that even Monica agreed must have been meant for an elephant.
After I had been stretched as far as the plugs Monica had bought could stretch me, Monica asked me to wear the largest plug I could for as long as I could bear it while at home at night or the weekends. She also suggested that she would be especially proud of me if I was able to wear the plug when I left the house. She assured me that it would be acceptable to her if I needed to remove the plug at any time, whether due to discomfort or the need to take a shit, and so I began to have this plug in my ass as a daily companion.
Then for a week Monica teased me mercilessly, getting me incredibly aroused but allowing me no release. She would lick my cock several times a day until I was trembling but would stop as I neared orgasm. She promised to fulfill my dreams if I promised to cum only when she finally OK’d it. Then after what had been one of the most frustrating and painful weeks in memory, she came into the living room after I had come home from work, wearing nothing but a harness with a long purple dildo protruding from between her legs. It was the most erotic sight imaginable for me.
She had me kneel before her with the dildo right at eye level, just inches from my mouth. “What do you want, baby? C’mon, baby, tell me. Don’t I look hot with my big purple cock? Don’t you want to suck it? Don’t you want to kiss it? Tell me baby. Tell me how much you want this cock.”
“God, I want your cock, baby. You look so incredibly hot right now,” I passionately confessed and leaned forward to kiss it and take it into my mouth.
“Not so fast, baby. My cock is all for you, baby, but first you’ve got to tell me how much you want it, how much you need a big hard cock like I’ve got right here. Beg me to kiss it, to fuck your face with it. C’mon, be a good boy and beg for cock,” Monica insisted.
I just broke down. I always dreamed of this moment where the hot girl of my dreams would fuck my ass, and here she was, and all I had to do was tell her how much I wanted her cock. “God I want your cock. Please Monica, let me suck your beautiful cock. Let me kiss it. I need your cock so much,” I told her.
“That’s what I’m talking about, baby. You need this cock. Don’t you? Well you can have just a little lick, just lick around the tip. You like it when I do that for you, don’t you? Now do that for me,” Monica ordered. And I started to lick around the tip of her dildo, and I was getting more and more excited. I so wanted her cock, and I wanted it in my ass. “Do you want to suck it too? Do you want it in your ass?” she asked.
“Please Monica, let me suck it. Please fuck me in the ass,” I begged her. The more I begged, the more desperate I became. The cock I had dreamed of was so close, yet still so far away.
“If I fuck you in the ass, what will you do for me?” Monica hissed.
“Whatever you want,” I told her, meaning it.
“Really? Whatever I want?” she asked. “Do you really mean it or are you just teasing me?”
“No. I mean it. Whatever you want, I’ll do it for you,” I told her.
Monica then fed me her cock, and I threw myself on it. “I’m holding you to your promise,” she told me as I tried to swallow her beautiful cock that she was rocking in and out of my hungry mouth.
The cock had an end that was inside her, so the more I sucked and moved her cock, the more the other end stimulated her, and she was becoming more and more aroused, nearly cumming.
Monica pulled away from my mouth and asked, “Do you want me to fuck your ass?”
“Oh God yes,” was all I could say.
“Good. Then I want you to go to the bathroom and take off all your hair, except for what you have on your head. Do it! Do it now!” she ordered, “That’s part of your promise to do anything I ask, so if you do this for me, I will fuck you. There’s a new razor in the shower as well as some depilatory cream. Put on the cream and leave it on as long as you can stand it, then rinse it off. Hurry, be quick about it! I want to fuck your smooth ass. Don’t make me wait.”
Quickly I put on the cream all over my pubic area and around the ever-present plug in my ass, and started to shave my legs, underarms and chest, almost without thinking. After a few minutes my crack, balls, and all around my cock began to feel like it was burning, so I rinsed off the cream as well as the hair that had been there. When I was sure I was smooth, I got out of the shower and toweled off. When I saw myself in the mirror, my penis looked like a little boy’s.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Monica was waiting impatiently on the bed. “That certainly took you long enough,” she complained, “Maybe you don’t really want my cock.”
“No. I want your cock so much, you have no idea how much I want your cock,” I pled.
Then Monica got up on her knees but kept her head down on her pillow. She instructed, “Show me by kissing my ass how much you want me to fuck your ass.”
I climbed up on the bed behind her and started licking and kissing her ass cheeks, when she told me, “No! I want you kissing and licking my ass hole, and get that tongue up my hole as far as you can.”
I now spread her beautiful ass and started licking and kissing her anus and trying sincerely to get my tongue past her tight ring. What might have been unthinkable just days before became my mission to please Monica, and when she yelled out, “Oh God. Oh God,” when my tongue got past her sphincter and deep into her ass, I was in heaven too. When she finally had enough of my worshipping her ass, she inspected me thoroughly, making sure I was smooth all over. She told me she was pleased with the job I did and said it was now my job to keep myself smooth for her.
Then grabbing hold of the large butt plug in my ass, she started pulling and pushing on it without pulling it out past its widest point. Only as she began to whip me into a frenzy did Monica suddenly pull it all the way out, causing me to make a yelp of pain, followed by just as quick a slap on the ass by Monica.
“That’s enough noise from you right now, baby. Be a good boy and stay really still for me, so I can get you ready for your first real ass fucking. That’s what you still want, isn’t it, baby?” she asked, knowing the answer already. I could hear her pouring the lube on her fingers that would help send me to paradise. Then I felt her spreading the lube deep into my fairly loose ass. “Oooo, you are so ready for me. Aren’t you, baby?” she cooed at me, but she slapped my ass again, this time even harder, when I started pushing back at her invading fingers. “I told you to stay still,” she reminded me again. When she was satisfied I had more than enough lube, she applied what was left from her hand on her rigid phallus and lined herself behind me.
“Now all I need is a little encouragement from you to starting fucking you, just like you wanted,” she said.
“Please Monica, fuck my ass. I want it so badly. Please fuck me. You look so hot and sexy with your beautiful cock,” he told her, meaning this truly.
“Are you ready to be my bitch?” she asked, saying this name for the first time. “If you want my cock, tell me how much you want to be my bitch,” she made clear.
“Please Monica, make me your bitch. Fill my bitch ass with your cock,” I answered her.
And hearing my acceptance as her bitch, Monica told me to remain still and brought the tip of her cock to my ass’ entrance, and she lingered there for a while. It took all my self-control to refrain from throwing myself on her cock. The longer she remained just touching the opening the more maddenly frustrated I was becoming.
“Please fuck me, Monica. I want your cock so much,” I pled. She applied more pressure, and I felt the head of her cock pop past my sphincter, and she pushed in and out but only an inch or so and began to fuck me in this shallow rhythm. “More, more. Deeper! Please deeper!” I continued to plead, and she would give me another inch, and another round of slightly deeper fucking would ensue, only leading to more pleading and ever so slight increases in the depths of her thrusts. Soon I was crying in frustration and begging her to fuck her bitch hard and deep, “Fuck my bitch ass. Fuck me just like a bitch needs to be fucked.”
Finally relenting, Monica plunged into my ass, and fucked me hard, pushing my face down into the bed, all the while digging her nails into my hips and pounding me. Whether it had been her fingers or the plugs before this, there was nothing but extreme pleasure for me, and I was her bitch, and I was in heat. I had never known such ecstasy. My ass was alive with pleasurable sensations as Monica pulled all the way out of me only to drive all the way back into me. Soon Monica was screaming her first orgasm. After she calmed down, she had me lay on my back with my knees over her shoulders, and then she continued her assault. As she approached her second orgasm, mine was also building. I told her I was close to cumming, and she ordered, “Cum for me, baby. Show me how a good bitch cums,” and that put me over the top, and I shot rope after rope of warm cum all over my chest.
When it was clear that we were both exhausted, Monica pulled out of my ass, straddled my torso, and slipped off the condom that had been covering her cock. She scooped up as much cum as she could off my chest and smeared it over the head and shaft of her cock and fed her cum-covered cock to my mouth.
“C’mon bitch. Get your sweet dessert. Show me what a good cum-loving cocksucker you are,” she instructed me as I greedily licked and sucked her beautiful cock clean. Monica kept rubbing whatever cum she could find until it was all gone. Monica then lay down on her back and told me to straddle her pelvis and lower myself down on her cock and rest there, which I did, and we held each other this way for the longest time, kissing and cuddling, all the while my ass was filled with her cock.
“You are such a great bitch,” Monica told me, “We’re going pound that sweet ass of yours a lot. I hope this is what you wanted because I sure as hell do.”
“It was beyond any of my fantasies. Thank you so much,” I responded. “This whole time has been unbelievable.”
“That’s great that you feel this way, because things are going to change. I really like having you as my bitch, and I love fucking your ass, and your surrendering your power to me has sparked something deep in me that I’m not going to give up,” and as she said these things to me, she tilted her pelvis forward slightly and pushed her cock a little further into my ass. This caused me to moan slightly, eliciting a smile from Monica. “Oh yes, I definitely like these changes, and you’ll have to agree to them if you want me to keep fucking your ass.”
This was a different side of Monica, one I had never seen before, and if I had been honest with myself at the time, she scared me a little bit, but I was so in lust and did not want my dream to stop after just being fulfilled for the first time. Beyond fulfilled was the truth. Monica also brought out some side of me that I didn’t know existed. When I thought about it, I didn’t really care for the name-calling and the painful slaps, but she also brought out a deep passion in me that I hadn’t known existed either. So if I had to deal with a little discomfort in trade for the most satisfying sexual experience of my life, it seemed worth it.
She asked me to stay naked for her the entire weekend we were home and to keep my butt plugged for her. My ass was a little sore after the pounding it received but as I had already concluded I could deal with a little discomfort.
“One of the reasons I want you to remain naked is that I wanted you readily available any time I want to fuck you,” she told me. Any time I made any protest, she said, “I can always stop fucking you if that’s what you want, and you can have it your way.” I always relented. I had waited so long to have my anal desires fulfilled, and I was terrified that Monica would stop fucking me. I desperately needed what she offered. All I had to do was submit.
Every day Monica fucked my ass, and after being sore for the first few days, my ass got used to being penetrated so frequently. I usually had to tongue her ass before it was my turn, but came to enjoy this taboo kind of play, and this excited me a great deal. I always had to beg Monica to kiss and suck her cock before she would fuck me, and sometimes she would fuck my face until she had several orgasms before finally taking my ass. After several months of this routine she was slowly cementing my status and identity as her bitch, her cock-sucking and cum-loving bitch. I loved her cock in my ass and craved its fullness in me. I was addicted to her cock and to her power.
Monica now also spanked me more often, at first for some mistake I had made, real or contrived, but after a while she started spanking me because she enjoyed doing it. She said that she loved the power it made her feel. Soon she bought paddles, straps, and whips to use on me. And whether this brought out some masochistic pleasure in me or simply because it was my duty to submit to Monica, I began to look forward to the whippings as well, giving her complete control over me.
One day Monica handed me what looked like a pair of her underpants, but at closer inspection I saw that they were crotch-less. “Put them on. I want to see how my bitch looks in pretty underwear,” she said teasingly.
As I put them on my cock immediately became erect. “Oh somebody likes her new undies, I see,” she teased some more. Monica, still dressed, as she often was when she was home, ran her hand around my lace covered ass and easily fingered my plug through the lacy slit in the crotch. Monica hardly touched my cock any more and it bounced fully erect. When she noticed a bit of pre-cum leaking from its eye, she used her finger to wipe it off and placed her finger in front of my mouth and told me to lick off her treat.
“Thank you Monica,” I told her. It was now expected that I thank her for so many of the things she did for me, including my whippings and my servings of cum or pre-cum in this case and for my new panties.
Monica went into her bedroom, it was no longer both of ours, and stripped out of her clothes. “Come in here bitch and make me feel good,” she ordered me, and I rushed to comply, knowing there was likely a good fucking in it for me. I parted Monica’s cheeks and began worshipping her beautiful ass, tonguing her deeply and arousing us both. After she was satisfied, she had me bring her strap-on and harness for me to put on her. Soon I was begging, then licking and deep-throating her beautiful cock. Once Monica found her rhythm she placed her hands on my head and fucked my throat long and deep until she enjoyed several orgasms. She said that knowing how open my throat was for her and free from gagging was a tremendous turn-on for her. And finally after verbally worshipping her beautiful cock, she fucked me as long as she wanted, again having several more orgasms. I had gotten close to orgasm many times, but Monica enjoyed spoiling them for me. Finally she asked me if I wanted to fuck her.
When I told her that I would love to fuck her, she just laughed and laughed, humiliating me greatly. She then lubed up the crack of her ass and told me that I could rub my cock there if I wanted to cum, which I happily did. It felt wonderful to have some friction on my penis again. It had been months since I was allowed to touch myself, and I was only allowed to cum when Monica told me I could. She said as her bitch I had no rights to my own orgasms anymore and said that they now belonged to her to dispense as she saw fit.
Monica’s ass cheeks felt wonderful to slide between and with her urging me to cum on her ass, I was soon spurting my cum all along the crack of her ass. When it was clear that I had no more cum, I started my clean up duty. I slurped and licked all along Monica’s crack, trying to be as sensual as possible and lingering over her anus, tonguing her firmly if not penetrating her. She moaned each time I teased her anus, and soon I was tongue fucking her hole again.
“Your bitch tongue belongs in my ass. I wish I could find a way to keep it there always. Maybe I’ll have to find someone else to fuck your ass, so you can worship my ass the entire time,” Monica mused. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” she added.
When I started to protest that this wasn’t what I wanted, Monica raised her voice, “Shut up bitch. You’re MY bitch now, and you WILL do as I say. When you became my bitch, you gave up all say in this. Remember, ‘Anything you want’? Well this is what I want, and if you don’t want to play along like a ‘good bitch’, you can leave. Besides, I think you’re going to like having a strange cock up your ass or down your throat. In fact I predict that you’ll love it. You’re a cock whore and a cum slut now. You just haven’t come to accept your new place, but you will.”
I was so frightened and confused. I knew I didn’t want this, but I also didn’t want to lose Monica and the best sex I had ever known.
“Now get back to licking and worshipping my ass, the way you do so well,” she cooed to me. “There, that’s it. Now tongue-fuck me. Ooooh that’s it, you’ve got the spot,” she informed me. “Now hold your ass up, and offer it to whoever wants to fuck it.” Seeing me hesitate, she started to slowly turn, and then I quickly complied, feeling humiliated that I was having to offer my ass to some imaginary stranger. “Wiggle your panty ass now. Show him how much you want him to fuck you with that nice big cock of his,” she told me sweetly, but when I didn’t do as she asked, she raised her voice angrily, “Do it! Do it now, or I’ll get myself a bitch who will!” Defeated, I started wiggling my ass.
Now, several times a day, I tongue fucked Monica, offering my ass invitingly to the imaginary man who would fuck my ass as she described how this man would take me. I now had to always wear the crotch-less panties and stay-up stockings that matched once I arrived home. Whether I was becoming more relaxed and aroused because there was no actual man or because I hungered for my ass to be filled, I now fantasized that a big, real man would take me and fuck me as hard as he wanted, finally filling me with his cum. Sometimes the fantasy was being face-fucked with a real giant cock. I wondered what cum would taste like, spurting directly out of his cock and salivated at the thought of warm cum filling my slut mouth.
Whenever she would fuck me, I now had to always have a large life-like cock in my throat to remind me of the real man with whom she was going to share me. This became our pattern for the next several months.
I usually arrived home before Monica, and my routine was to quickly undress and prepare myself for home life: cleaning myself and making sure I was hair-free, putting on my panties and stockings, and lightly perfuming myself. Once I was finished, I was to wait on Monica’s bed in my “offering position” on my forearms and knees with my ass in the air. Usually I only needed to wait a few minutes. Sometimes, Monica would immediately spank me and other times she would undress and offer her ass for worship.
However, today Monica had arrived home first and was already naked and lounging on her bed. “Go get yourself ready. You know the routine. Also remove your plug and lube yourself really good. I may want to start with some ass fucking,” she said, and I quickly did as she instructed. Even though this was unusual, it wasn’t uncommon to have Monica change-up the routine.
When I was done, clean, dressed and ready, I returned to her bedroom and saw Monica lying facedown on her bed. I knew immediately what was expected and crawled up behind her and spread her beautiful cheeks and began worshipping her wonderful ass. As was now my habit, I raised my ass and wiggled it invitingly to the imaginary stranger, who was now a regular part of our routine.
“Show me how much you want his cock in your bitch ass,” Monica encouraged me, and I started to wiggle more provocatively and tongued her more enthusiastically. “You must really want a hard cock in your ass, don’t you slut?” and I let my body communicate how exciting this fantasy was now for me, imagining being taken.
Then suddenly from seemingly out of nowhere, I felt rough hands strongly grip my hips and felt his cock at my ass’ entrance. Then in a blur, I felt him penetrate me with his huge cock and then fuck me deeply and roughly. After a brief moment of fear and disorientation, my body took over and I lustfully embraced this fantasy come true, squeezing his cock with my ass muscles. With each of his thrusts, my face and tongue were driven deep into Monica’s crack.
“Oooh that’s sooo good. That’s right bitch, tongue-fuck my ass. You’re such a good bitch. Feel that? That’s a Real Man’s cock in your bitch ass. Your ass is going to get a lot of cock. Fuck that man-meat, bitch,” and Monica told me to embrace my nature as a cock whore.
My fear had passed, and I now lived for the cock in my ass and the devotion I felt for Monica as I worshipped her ass, my tongue deep past her sphincter. As my own excitement began to build, I heard this Real Man’s thrusts become more violent and insistent, and soon I felt cum fill my ass for the first time. I could feel spurt after spurt hit the walls of my insides, and this excited me even more.
“Keep your tongue in my ass and don’t stop until I tell you,” Monica instructed. And while I initially felt disappointed when his soft dick popped out of my love hole, another quickly took its place and continued the assault on my hungry ass.
“That’s right whore, you’re going to be taking cock, until you pass out. But you probably want one in your bitch mouth right now, don’t you?” and upon saying this, Monica pulled away from my tongue and after she moved out of the way, a hard cock was placed just in front of my face and mouth. Soon his legs were on either side of my head, and I swallowed his cock whole. I loved the sensation of his hard, yet incredibly soft skinned cock pumping deep into my mouth and throat. I hungered for the cum I wanted to come as soon as possible and tried to return the pleasure this cock and the other cock were giving me.
My experience was one of ecstasy. The sensations of being fucked at both ends were taking me to a level of excitement I had never known. I felt my being as pure lust. I lusted for cock. I lusted for cum and felt the cock in my throat stiffen even more, and soon both of my latest studs were filling me with their hot seed. I greedily gulped down the cum, and when these cocks left, I begged, “More. More cock. Please give me more cock. I need cock.”
Before I could utter another plea, cocks once again impaled me, and I was in cock whore bliss. The pleasure I felt was beyond orgasms and continued to build with each new cock taking me and taking me to a realm where I lived for cock. I lost count of the cocks that took me, and just as Monica said, I finally just passed out. I have no idea if they continued to fuck me or not. To this day, I have no idea where Monica found so many men willing to fuck me. I was just so grateful she had.
When I awoke, I was plugged and gagged with a cock shaped phallus. I had a locked collar around my neck and was chained to the bed. Monica came to the room naked, and after removing my gag, straddled my head and lowered herself on my mouth. At first I thought she wanted me to tongue her ass, but she moved to present her pussy instead. “Time for breakfast,” she announced, and the first drop of cum fell from her and onto my face. Quickly I started to lap at the cum deposited there. Her entire pussy was smeared with cum, and it became clear that no one man could have shot so much, and I was flooded with cum.
“You like, honey? I let a number of studs fuck me this morning, just so you could have a special treat. Wasn’t that thoughtful, my little cum-slut?” Monica asked. I could only nod slightly as I struggled to keep up with the heavy flow. At first I felt disgusted by my task of cleaning her out, but soon my submissive fever began to burn increasingly hotter, and I felt like this was where I belonged. When it was clear that I had completely licked all the cum deposited on and in her, Monica lifted off my face for a moment and reversed the direction she was facing and presented her ass for my worship, and I lovingly complied, thrusting my tongue deep into her.
I didn’t know where Monica would take me, but I knew I was now truly her bitch, her cock whore, and cum-slut, and where she pointed, I would go.