In my place...
Sir closed the door behind us and I sat down on the bed. I watched as Sir stripped. He looked at me expectantly, waiting. I knew what he wanted.
“I know you don’t want to see me in this,” I explained, gesturing toward my t-shirt and pj shorts. He nodded. He walked over to me and began to undress me, revealing the black lace teddy underneath.
Sir’s eyes widened and he grinned. I giggled.
“I plan,” I said, smiling. I knew Sir loved it.
Sir ran his hands over my body and took in the sight. I burned with pride as he did so.
Sir flipped me over onto my stomach and began to rub his hands over my ass. He emitted a grumble and said, “I can’t spank you here.”
We settled for light spanking instead, which was still fun! I moaned as Sir’s hand slapped my ass again and again.
Finally Sir flipped me over and held his foot out over my face, forcing his big toe into my mouth. “Suck, bitch,” he told me.
I sucked and licked his toe as I looked up at him. He chuckled.
“Look at you, so dirty, so filthy… My toe in your mouth. Thaaaaat’s right. Such a good girl…” he cooed. Oof. I was getting wet from the way he was talking to me. So condescending. So powerful. Fuckkkkkk.
He spat in my face and laughed, telling me just how filthy and pathetic I was. I was growing wetter with every word.
I noticed Sir had kept his belt nearby and reached down to grab it. Butterflies. I was excited to see if Sir was going to play out one of my fantasies. And he did…
He told me to lie down flat on the bed, positioning myself below him and between his legs. I obeyed and lifted my head for him to secure the belt behind it. Sir pulled it tight and then lowered his ass onto my face. Fuuuuck! I could already feel the effects of the degradation, the objectification. I was dripping wet.
“Now eat, whore.”
I obeyed and went to work, eagerly lapping at his asshole with my tongue. I could taste the mixture of his sweat and his ass and I can’t lie - I fucking loved it. I felt completely and totally dirty down there. And it was even better that I was being forced (though Sir knows he wouldn’t have to force me - I do it willingly whenever he desires).
As I tried to gasp for air, I realized that the belt around my head made that nearly impossible. Sir’s tight hold on the belt kept my face firmly in place, my nose smashed up against his ass. I gasped for breath and immediately dove back in, twirling my tongue around his opening before dipping my tongue inside of his asshole.
Sir’s groans from above me pushed me further inside, reaching, thirsting… I had to prove my worth. I had to eat his ass like it was the only thing I had left to live for. I worked my tongue vigorously and relentlessly until it was aching, but I didn’t care. Feeling my face pressed up against his ass, unable to move, was a feeling of exhilaration, adrenaline… I was in my place and truly felt it.
I loved when Sir would rock back onto my tongue as if he were fucking it. God fucking damn, that was hot. I felt like nothing more than an object when he did that, Sir’s favorite sex toy he uses for his dirtiest fantasies and desires. I was there for his use in whatever way he saw fit. There was no use fighting - nor did I want to fight - he would use me no matter how disgusting, how filthy, how unusual the desire.
So I sat back and enjoyed the simple pleasure of being Sir’s fucktoy as he pressed his asshole against my mouth, onto my tongue, forcing me to taste the inside of his ass again and again, my lips meeting his asshole each time.
“Mmm…” Sir moaned above me and I relished in it. I was being such a good fucktoy for Sir tonight.
When Sir tired of that, he instructed me to flip over onto my stomach. I obeyed, my head, chest, and arms dangling off the side of the bed. I looked like a rag doll. A proper fucktoy.
Sir then wrapped the belt loosely around my neck and straddled me. The way it felt… His thighs capturing my body beneath him. The power he must have felt seeing me look so helpless beneath him. I felt, again, in my place.
Sir tugged on the belt as he slid his cock into me. I moaned loudly, trying to muffle myself with one hand.
I loved the feeling of the belt around my neck and asked him to pull it harder. He did this for awhile until he decided to let go. Sir dropped the belt onto the floor. I looked at him and waited for an explanation.
“I like the feeling of my bare hand against your skin much better,” he explained, wrapping his hand around my neck and beginning to choke me. I loved the feeling of his hand around my throat as he drove his cock into my soaking wet cunt. He hit my cervix a few times and I let out a yelp each time. It was hard to enjoy Sir’s cock that deep if I had to be quiet! Sir knows this, and I think he did it on purpose to see me struggle to keep quiet.
Sir then flipped me onto my back and placed my legs up on his shoulders and slammed into me. I gasped. He grinned, pounding into me harder.
“Open your mouth.”
I obeyed, opening wide, tongue out.
He chuckled as he watched my face, knowing I had figured out what was about to happen.
He spat into my mouth, and I felt his cock pulse within me as he watched my reaction, my repulsion, but still how I obeyed.
Sir fucked me for awhile, until he decided to add in some more degradation. He pulled out of me a few inches and began to stroke his cock still partially inside me.
He was using my cunt as a hole to jack off into. A sex toy. A tight little cum dump.
Sir was ready for me to worship. He lied down on his back and spread his legs, watching me.
“Clean my cock, slut,” he instructed.
I licked my juices off of his cock and started worshipping. Sir took photos and video while I sucked.
I know very well that Sir has become interested in messy blowjobs, so I did my best to be sloppy and slobber all over his cock. Doing this caused Sir to moan loudly. I knew he was enjoying the sight.
Sir instructed me to lie down so he could begin playing with my cunt again. I obeyed and he slid two fingers inside of me, rubbing on my G spot. I was on the edge of orgasm, but wouldn’t release until Sir allowed it. I waited for his countdown and approval until I let go. Sir was kind enough to allow me to cum twice and squirt all over his hand and arm. It was greatly appreciated.
Sir decided that he wanted to release his Gift onto my face, so I lied down on my back and watched him jack off above me. I begged him for his cum while he stroked off until I finally felt his Gift grace my flesh. I relished in the coating and Sir sat back to take in the sight of my face, covered in his Gift, claimed.
--Ginger
