“Please, Mistress. Please, fuck me,” he begged me.
He was on his knees, on the bed, naked. His cock hung between his legs, getting hard as he spoke about what he wanted me to do to him. I looked at him, taking him in. His big eyes were always sad when I saw him but there was a wildness in them tonight. We had never done this, though he was training his ass to fit my beautiful cock. I called her Princess. I tilted my head and grinned. He was lucky he was cute and I was in a giving mood.
“Lick my pussy, now.”
He eagerly moved toward me, lying down on the bed, his head hanging over the side.
I looked down at him, his hazel eyes were staring up at me, hooded with desire, his curly hair dragging to the floor. I was standing over him, one leg on either side of his head. He eagerly moved himself to where he could reach me with his tongue, his hands wrapping around my thighs. He gently pulled me to him, his lips surrounding my clit and gently sucking before he delved his tongue into my folds, licking every crevice. He licked my clit again, lightly circling it before hungrily entering my needy hole, thrusting into me.
“Such a good boy. Use that tongue like you mean it. Make me cum and Mistress will take care of you, baby.”
He moaned his excitement, lapping at my pussy. He found my clit again, applying pressure and circled it fiercely. I grabbed his hair and ground his face into my pussy, feeling my climax building, before cumming on his tongue.
“You taste so good, Mistress. Like honey,” he told me, licking every drop of my nectar.
“You did good, baby,” I told him, bending down to give him a soft kiss, tasting myself. “Now it’s your turn.”
I turned to the dresser and opened a drawer. I pulled Princess out and stepped into the holster, and strapped her on, and returned to him at the bed. He had sat up in anticipation of seeing her. He stared as I stroked her, his eyes widening. She was a pretty site, she was pink with glitter and twelve inches long. He gulped and looked back up at me while I grinned. I turned to the nightstand, grabbing the lube from the top, bringing it back to him.
“Now bend over, cutie. Show me that pretty ass,” I told him, rubbing the lube on.
“Good god, make me your slave,” he whimpered as he turned around and stuck his ass up in the air. I laughed, deep and rich as I spread lube on his ass hole, being generous. He puckered, moaning in anticipation.
“You begged me for this. So I’m not going to be gentle. You should know that. Do you remember your safe word, baby?” I asked him slowly dragging my nails down his spine.
“Yes, Mistress. Pickle.” He shivered and pushed his ass onto my cock, eager to get started.
“That’s a good boy. I want you to touch yourself while I’m fucking your ass. If you stop, you’ll be punished,” I leaned down to nibble on his ear, then traced my tongue down his cheek. He shuddered and nodded.
Wasting no more time I positioned myself in front of his bottom, spread his cheeks and slowly inserted Princess into him. He hissed as the head made entry. Then moaned when I slowly worked myself deep into him. I only slowly came out before slamming back into his ass, earning a yell from my good boy. My thrust was deep and steady, as were his moans of pleasure.
I made sure he was touching himself, his hand steadily stroking. He really did listen beautifully.
“You’re taking all of it, baby. How does it feel? I’m so proud of you,” I praised him as I slapped his ass, making him jump.
“It’s so… good, Mistress. Please…don’t stop. Fuck me, hard.” He panted in between moans.
I grinned and picked my pace up, twisting my hips so he could take all of my pretty Princess. I grabbed his hips and held him to me, pummeling his ass as he frantically pulled at his dick.
His moans were music to my ears and I felt my pussy dripping. Oh, I loved fucking the needy.
I knew he was cumming when his back stiffened and I thrust one last time, bending over him, my breasts laying on his back.
“Did you cum for me, cutie?” I lazily rubbed myself on him, my nipples tracing circles on his skin.
“Yes, Mistress,” he gasped, trying to catch his breath. I grinned.
“Such a good boy.”
I removed my glittery cock from him and he moaned at her loss. I rubbed his ass affectionately, softly.
“Maybe next time I’ll milk your prostate. Would you like that?” I asked him as I gently laid him down and spooned him.
“Yes, please,” he said as he cuddled into me, his eyes closing. I stroked his head softly and played with his curly hair as he drifted off to sleep.
Maybe I’ll keep this one for a while, I thought to myself, grinning.
