Anal fuck to orgasm [FM]

Stressed about schoolwork, yet somehow alone in the apartment with my boyfriend, I felt myself getting wet. As a kinky individual I asked my boyfriend to Dom me, and soon enough I was locked in my leather collar. I lounged around a bit, and felt my libido crying out to me, wanting something, anything, even though I had just cum a few hours ago. I looked over to my boyfriend, and asked, “Master, should I give my pussy the ben wa balls, or plug my ass?”
“What do you want, slave?”
“I… what if slave wants both?”
“Ben wa balls first, then.”

I got up and walked to the toy chest, sleek and shiny ben wa balls in hand, I laid down on the bed and found the lube. Spreading my smooth pussy lips open, I fingered myself. Wet but not wet enough… I lubed up the balls and gently pushed them, pulling the string taut as I buried them deep inside. He was nodding in approval, “Good slave.”
“Thank you Master!”

I set to work on my essay, due tomorrow of course, and made sure I got up and walked around frequently to feel the weights bounce and move deep inside my pussy. I was quite wet now, and on my last stroll around the apartment the balls nearly fell out. While repositioning the toy and diligently drafting some remarks I felt my Master’s eyes on me.

He moved to the bed and told me that he needed a break from his own work. I felt the weight of the collar as I looked up at him, and flexed my pussy to grip the ben wa balls. “Would you like to plug my ass, Master?” I wondered.

He headed for the bathroom, saying “Good idea slave,” no doubt planning on taking the pink silicone plug, freshly washed, and inserting it up my butt… “Master, please, I want the weighted glass plug.”

He turned to smirk at me, raised an eyebrow questioningly, “Are you sure, slave?’”
“Yes, Master,” I replied, despite my own apprehension.

I had my bare ass up in the air before I knew it, with my Master lovingly lubing up my ass. I felt cold glass pushing against my asshole and I pressed my breasts further into the mattress. A moan escaped my lips as he plied my asshole wider and wider, gently bringing the plug deeper and deeper into my tight ass.

The first inch or so was easy, but then it was time for the flared base. I yelped out in pain, I asked Master to go slower, and he did. The glass was being warmed by the heat inside my ass, and the lube allowed my Master to slide the plug in and out, further and further each time. I felt intense pressure on my rear, my asshole not wanting to open up for the full two inches that this glass plug demanded.

Master didn’t tire, rubbing my ass cheeks while working the plug inside my tender hole. It was the final push now and I could feel it, I reached behind and fucked my ass with the plug. I swallowed the pain as my greedy asshole gobbled it up whole.

“Good slave.”
“Are you proud of me, Master?”
“Yes, I’m very proud of you slave.”

My Master gave me a few spanks, crisp, sharp, and adoring, just the way slave likes. And then he was seated at his desk and back to work. I turned my attention back to my own work, laboring away at my computer. When I reached the halfway point, I turned to my Master once more.

“Slave has a proposition for you, Master.”
“Speak, slave.”
“What might happen if Master gagged me, and left Slave to finish its work? Whenever Master needs a break he simply has to remove the gag for a face fuck.”

I fluttered my lashes and made the most innocent face I could- while collared, double stuffed and nearly bursting down below.

“How do I know you’ll truly be able to work, slave? With a plug up your ass and ben wa balls in your pussy, AND a big red ball gag in your mouth…”
“Slave will work! Slave can do it, Master please.”
“Very well, but if you don’t get your work done there will be spanks to pay.”

I was giddy with excitement, clenching my ass around the plug and flexing my pelvic floor to feel the balls stashed away there. Master returned with the ball gag and bid me to assume the position. I did, hair up in my hands, tits out, and head down. He secured the gag, and I felt saliva pooling in my mouth already.

My Master went back to work and I dutifully took up my own work. I struggled to get comfortable, restrained as I was with a collar and gag around my head, and at the mercy of the four inches of solid glass up my ass.

Finally, I settled in, clenching around the plug as I pleased and typing on the keyboard while I felt spindles of saliva fall out around the gag. I did my best to ignore my dumb stupid slave self, but it reached a point where my chest was coated in long lines of drool.

I acted without thinking, foolishly removed my shirt, and Master saw my transgression from the corner of his eye.

I heard him stand up from his chair and anxiously swallowed some spit that was pooling behind the gag in my mouth.

“You shouldn’t have done that slave.”

Some unintelligible garbles and squeaks were heard past the ball gag. Master yanked on my collar, pulling me upright, and took my face between his hands. I felt the plug inside my ass, suddenly more aware of this intrusion after being subjected to such rough handling.

“You know what I have to do.”

I nodded, and spit slipped past my lips, further dotting my slicked chest.

Master slapped me, hard and fast across the face. I recoiled and made a pitiful sound like a wounded animal, but I returned to rest my face against his outstretched palm.

Master slapped me again, ears ringing a bit and my vision swimming, master turned me around. He lifted my ass up into the air and pulled down my panties.

Master spanked me, hard, mercilessly, and in such quick succession on the same ass cheek that I yelped and turned away. It was too much, the heavy plug spreading my ass, and jumping inside me with each hit. The ben wa balls bouncing around in my pussy as I moved forward after each spank landed… Master grabbed my collar and put me back in my place. “Two more,” he said.

Finally, a hard and fast impact to the other ass cheek. Once, twice, and then my lacy panties were pulled up and Master left me with a pat on my reddened ass.

Ass red, cheeks red, and acutely aware of the saliva strings dripping down my tits, I set to work while ignoring the fullness of my asshole and the toy up my pussy. Time passed, but I dared not glance at a clock. By the grace of Satan himself, I finished my work. I closed my laptop and looked to my Master.

“Completed your work so soon, slave?”

I nodded yes. And perched myself up on my ankles to dangle my big breasts like a juicy pig fit for a roast.

Master rose once again and strode to the bedside, he dropped his pants and I caught a glimpse of the cock that was to be my salvation from the spit-soaked mess I was making of myself.

Ball gag removed, I leaned back with my head hanging off the bed to accept my Masters cock. At first, Master was gentle and soft, much like his cock. Soon I could feel his length growing in my mouth, touching the back of my throat as it grew longer still. I kept pace, well trained and breathing in between thrusts, I kept my mouth open and my eyes closed. But soon the pace quickened, and I choked, coughing and pulling away while I felt my butt plug try and escape.

I knew I had only a few seconds to return, mouth open wide, before he punished me with a slap across the face. So, I kept one hand between my legs, holding my plug inside my ass, while I welcomed Master’s hard cock with my desperate sloppy mouth.

He face fucked me, and I deepthroated him, and on it went until I gasped for breath and he finally pulled back. Master Slapped his wet, hard cock across my nose, and I spoke, the first words in a long time, panting, “What do you want, Master?”

“I’m just having fun slave.”

I lie back once more, and Master graced me with his balls. One at a time I lovingly sucked on them. I sucked his cock when he fed it to me, and I thought of nothing but taking him as deep and as long in my mouth as I could.

Pleased with my performance, Master relented and helped me up. I felt the plug move inside me, and I could feel the balls weighing heavy inside my pussy. “Good, slave.”

I was horny and I wanted to be used, so I spoke without thinking, blurting out, “Fuck my ass, master.”

“As you wish, slave.”

I was bent over once more, ass in the air and legs spread as Master carefully removed the plug that he had buried deep in my ass. Once again, the two inch wide base proved painful, but I took it in stride. Exposed, I felt cold air on my gaping asshole as I waited for him to lube up his cock.

Seconds felt like hours as I sat doggystyle, waiting to feel my ass stretched and used. I felt his heat as he sidled up behind me, pulling my hips towards him. Then, Master slid inside me, graciously filling my greedy ass, inch by inch. I loved it. I moaned like a bitch in heat, presenting my ass for him to fill up completely. “Yes, Master, please!”

“Please, what slave?”
“Please fuck my ass, Master!”

I was gripping the sheets, spouting nonsense as Master began to thrust inside me, plowing my ass.

“Fuck your stupid slut.” And “Fuck me!” and “Yes, Master, yes!”

A hand slapped my tender pink ass and he commanded me, “Shut up, slave.”

So I bit my lip and moaned, and squealed, and focused on the cock that was thrusting in and out of my ass.

Master told me to fuck his cock, so I did. Throwing my ass back and impaling myself on his shaft, I repeated the process until I was going so fast and so hard that I tired myself out.

He took over, planting his feet on the bed and fucking me with all his strength. As the air escaped my lungs I whined and moaned, all rational thought leaving and the only care remaining was about the cock in my ass, pounding me down.

The noises I made only got louder when he fucked me harder. Balls slapping and pussy dripping, he kept on. My big tits were swaying with the rhythm of his hips, and soon I found myself whispering to all the gods as Master shoved my face down into the mattress.

Master fucked with purpose, with long steady strokes, as he gripped my hips and came inside me.

When he pulled out, I whimpered. But he thanked me for being such a good slave.

The end. <3

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j6j3pk/anal_fuck_to_orgasm_fm

3 comments

  1. Fantastic story. Sounds like a very positive dynamic in a D/s relationship. I just wrote a long post about this level of communication and understanding. Thank for sharing.

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