What is this?? Right now, I’m feeling like a schoolgirl in Junior High and having my first crush on a boy. But I’m not. I’m too old for that, and I already feel wonderful about where my life is now. So, where did all this come from?
Master Kevin had made plans for us to see a Gold Knights hockey game with my late Owner’s Boss (The Boss) and his son (The Son), who sometimes cleans our pool in exchange for a blowjob.
He also invited Greg, one of his long-lost college buddies who now lives in Utah and is in law enforcement. Master Kevin had asked Greg to spend the weekend with us and get caught up.
I was at home while Master Kevin ran errands and did whatever he was doing. I was behaving by baking chocolate chip cookies—The real thing, not from the package; I never like to cheat with chocolate chip cookies. (smiles)
I was only wearing my collar and a Gold Knights sleep shirt that covered my fat and about half my ass, as well as a butt plug. And was rocking out to some classic rock music when the doorbell rang.
Looking out, I saw him. Dang! He was a few hours earlier than expected. He was Greg, on a motorcycle. It was not a big, bad motorcycle but a nicely built, large, imposing piece of two-wheeled chrome machinery. Okay, So when did a man on a motorcycle get me wet?
I opened the door, and he smiled and laughed a little. “You must be Kevin’s little sister. I’m Greg,” he said as he held his hand to me. All I remember was smiling and inviting him in.
He was a nice-looking man. He was tall, not too fit, but certainly not out of shape. His mustache was like his hair, short, slightly graying. He had dark blue eyes. As He put his bag down and removed his motorcycle jacket, I took it from him and hung it up, realizing that he now had a perfect view of my ass and butt plug. Inviting him into the kitchen so I could finish my baking.
I put his bag in the guest bedroom, where I needed to stop to catch my breath. My heart was beating heavily, and I was wetter than I was earlier. I was freaking out. I wasn’t sure why. He was a nice man; He had that walk of confidence and had yet to make any judgment call on me or what he saw.
Master Kevin and I agreed with old schoolmates he met; they would not be told I was also his slave and cumdump until and if needed. Not that being almost naked, wearing a t-shirt, leather collar, and a butt plug would give me away!
We talked, I baked, and I offered him a beer. When I turned away from him, I heard a little gasp and his little chuckle. “Um, is that a ..”
I blushed when I realized what he was asking, so I decided to play with him a little to see where it went. I‘m never the aggressor, but I guess I could lead a man down that path if it happened.
He was now standing behind me. “Butt plug? Yes? Do you like it? I like the green gemstone on the end. “ And maybe I did push a little more by raising my shirt and turning to smile at him, making sure he got a good look.
“Never seen one, uhm, being worn in real life, just in those movies. I didn’t ever expect to see a woman wear one!”
For whatever reason, I started talking more about it, telling him I also have a larger one that I wear “because you never know when someone wants to use me there.”
I saw the look on his face. It was cute for a sixty-year-old man to be speechless. I could feel the wetness down my leg. Feeling brave enough to ask him if he ever had anal sex. Yes, I asked this strange man I had just met if he ever fucked a girl in the ass.
He said, “Oh, Hell No.” His ex-wife thought it was dirty and nasty; besides, she was the one-a-week, in the dark after 9 pm type of lover. Poor man! He opened up a little more, telling me the few “ladies” he had dated since were the same way. Nothing too erotic or kinky.
He asked to raise my shirt for a closer look. I offered to let him play with it. He touched it like it would bite him or something. I pushed my butt back as he grabbed it. Telling him that he has to put it back in if he pulls it out. He smiled and agreed, as if i was only teasing.
I looked back at Him and asked if he wanted to. “What?” I’m not sure if he was playing stupid or if it was real. I was trying hard not to tell him that “Master” Kevin was away for a while and that we had time. I’m trying not to give away too much about being a slave.
When I pushed my butt back, I did feel a raise in his pants, giving me hope. I leaned against the counter to stop shaking and get a grip. Now I know how men feel when their cock overrides their brain as I asked him to fuck me “there!”
He quickly dropped his pants, and I could feel his cock on my ass. I pulled my shirt off all the way as He grabbed my boobs. “Do I need lube?” I told him the lube was in the other hole. He laughed as he found that wet hole fast!
When I felt His cock slide in, I almost had an orgasm right there.
I mean, he pushed it in and I felt the head. He has a big, bulbous head and he is thick. He gasped a little, and I apologized, telling him I have always had a sloppy pussy.
“No, not that, you’r so dam wet!’ was his response. I knew I blushed as I felt him move from there to my now not-so-tight back hole.
I felt him pull out the butt plug and laugh a little as if he wasn’t sure what to do with it. So I took it from him and placed it on the encounter. “You will put it back.” He assured me that would not be a problem.
He lean against my back and pushed himself slowly into my ass. He was not in a hurry or anything, just a steady push; he was enjoying taking his time and loving the feeling from the sounds of his breathing.
Once I felt him all the way in, I breathed heavily, and I knew I was smiling. He filled my backside very well, and I felt the head hit the end nicely. He leaned on me a I heard him tell me “That Feels Amazing!”
He started to slowly pull back out as I grabbed the counter and felt an orgasm quickly building up. He pushed his cock back in a little harder this time, and I exploded. I mean, I get orgasms from anal sex, but this was like earth-shattering as I collapsed onto the counter.
My actions startled him, but I grabbed him, telling him to please not pull out. I loved the feeling, and not to worry; I was okay. I just had an orgasm. “Really?” He sounded like he never made a woman cum.
As he continued to slowly fuck my ass, I felt another one coming. I never had that happen before, in the ass. Anal makes me cum faster, but never twice!
Adding to all this, He reached around and massaged my nipples. Not pulling on them or twisting them but gently massaging them. Giving me even more goosebumps!
He told me that he loved the fact that he gave me an orgasm almost as much as he loved that He was having anal sex for the first time.
A few more strokes, one more orgasm, and I felt him shoot his load in my ass. He was howling like a wolf or something as He kept shooting his cum into my ass.
When He started to pull out, I fell to the floor, grabbing his cock and sucking it clean. I wanted to taste him and taste us. I was almost crying; I was so happy being fucked like that by him.
It took him a second or two to realize what I was doing. He said he enjoyed the royal treatment.
I didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.
When everyone got here, and we were getting ready, The Son helped me get dressed for the night and was rewarded with his usual blowjob. But as I was sucking his cock, I was thinking about Greg’s cock. Wanting to suck His cock.
The rest of the evening, I was being my slave self. Makign sure everyone had fresh drinks and snacks while we were at the game and afterward. Greg kept smiling at me, watching me, and touching me.
At the end of the night, I thanked Greg “for everything,” telling him that he had a nice cock. Smiling was like a schoolgirl in heat, letting him know he could do that to me anytime he wanted to. He smiled, thanked me, and told me the weekend just started.
In bed, I spent the night thinking about him (still do), his cock, and him using me.
This is new for me. I don’t remember ever having these feelings before, and I am enjoying them for as long as they last.
He did finally fuck my other two holes (giving me multiple orgasms each time) and promises to be back next weekend.
Master Kevin and I agree that if Greg plans to be here more often, we must explain who I am and that he has full use of me as he wants.
I am a loved slave.
