His Nasty Little Pussy

A second finger joined the first up my ass. At the same time, he caressed by stinging butt cheeks with his free hand. His fingers trailed down into my butt crack, down to my throbbing twat. He stroked my nether lips, sending the most awesome ripples through my body. In no time I was gasping, panting. It was so hot up on that stage, almost insufferably hot. I felt sweat dribbling down my thighs, along my spine, and down across my sides and boobs.

Thwack!

Three fingers went up my butt.

“Oh. My. Oooooh.”

“I think my sweet little Chevonne is ready to get her ass reamed out royally,” Sir said, and the crowd responded eagerly.

His fingers slowly withdrew and I closed my eyes, readying myself for what was about to happen. I gnawed on my lower lip when he placed his left hand on the small of my back to steady me and guided his cock to my butt hole with his right. His firm cock head rubbed up and down my crack, gathering up juices, and I felt him spreading our cum all over his dick, getting it nice and wet. Slippery.

“Chevonne, say, “Fuck my ass, Sir.'”

“Oh. Oh. F-Fuck my ass, Sir.”

The head of his cock pushed into me. My whole body froze and tightened up. I could barely breathe. But the expected pain didn’t hit me.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck my ass, Sir!”

He pushed in deeper, sending wonderful sensations washing through my body. A thrill slithered up my spine, and my panting became fast and loud.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck my ass, Sir!” Thwack!

And he pushed deep. I felt that thrust in every fiber of my existence. And that one hurt a little. Not bad, but it was all good.

Thwack!

And with that, Sir grabbed my hips with both hands and started humping my ass. Every few thrusts he’d give one of my butt cheeks another stinger. I struggled to keep position, to hold onto my ankles. It wasn’t easy, especially with my body going all weak and my mind going all sluggish.

Feeling his tension building, getting closer to the ultimate release, I opened my eyes and glanced at the audience. It was a sea of lusty-eyed blissfulness. Every one of them looked like he was the one banging my butt.

The leash was still attached to my collar. My eyes turned to it and lingered. I felt the tightness of the collar around my throat, and gazing at the leash reminded me of my sexual servitude, which sent ripples through my mind and body. For the first time, I saw the leash and collar as sexy, as wonderful. I never wanted to take them off.

Thwack!

“Oh!” That was a big stinger.

I was at the brink of climax, but not getting any closer to bliss. I so needed to masturbate, to rub my clit. But Sir commanded me to hold onto my ankles. I couldn’t disobey him. He owned me. To disappoint him would be too terrible.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Instead, my brain focused on the way his balls slapped into my twat with every thrust. It was quite erotic. The more I concentrated on it, the sexier it became. My hands tightened around my ankles, even as my insides wound up tighter and tighter and tighter… “Ooh, yes!” I cried.

Pure animal pleasure erupted from deep within. My cores came alive and quivered in the most erotic, wonderful way. Wave after wave rushed through me, all in sync with Sir’s increasingly frantic thrusts.

“Yes!” Sir cried and held his cock deep inside me as cum flowed.

Sir grabbed my hair and yanked me up so he could whisper in my ear as we both came.

“Consider yourself owned, Chevonne,” he said fiercely. “I own your body and soul now.”

Then he pushed my butt. I tumbled forward, sliding off his cock. Falling face first to the floor, I lay there groaning, body quivering from the aftershocks of climax. I was only vaguely aware that I lay there with my ass stuck high in the air. The crowd was cheering.

I don’t know how long I lay there, but Sir was fully clothed when he pulled me up to my knees by my hair. Sitting back on my legs, I looked up into his triumphant face and gulped. He had the leash in his hand.

“Put on your clothes, Chevonne. We’re leaving.”

I was still sex addled, but I understood what that meant. He did plan on keeping me. Would I be his slave all the time? A slave girl in every sense of the word?

I licked my dry lips and reached up to lightly stroke the taut leash. Just the tips of my fingers touched it, so lightly. I began to tremble.

“It’s not over?” I said.

“No. I own you,” he said. “It’ll never be over. Get dressed. Now.”

I slowly dressed. Not to be sexy. My mind was too numb, my body too exhausted to move quicker. Sir waited patiently, watching my every move intently. I got the impression he enjoyed it. And once I was fully dressed, sans the thongs thrown to the crowd earlier, he picked me up in his arms and carried me down the steep steps before putting me back on my feet.

The crowd parted as he led me slowly to the front door.

The way everyone looked at me made me tintingled my temperatrisesrise again. I was panting lightly by the time we got through them. I paused at the door, slanting a look back at the main stage.

Sir was right, I’ll never forget selling my virginity.

Out in the parking lot, I climbed onto the Harley Davidson behind him, wrapping my arms tightly around him. I wondered if I really would continue to be his sex slave or come to my senses in the morning. The Harley roared to life, and Sir put her into gear. I lay my head on his back as we thundered away into the darkness.

THE END