I'm a Cock Sucking Cum Slut - Sex Stories

I'm a Cock Sucking Cum Slut

... of pleasure swept over me. The feeling of pre-cum oozing from my tiny penis as it massaged my prostate. It felt so good. “Feel my cock you sissy faggot? You want me to fuck you don’t you?” A muffled, “Eth Ma..er, eez uck me,” escaped my lips. All I could think was, oh my God, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want your gorgeous cock. His cock plunged into me again and again, his pubic bone slamming against my ass cheeks. I opened my mouth groaning in my ecstasy releasing the dildo. It landed on the floor with a thud. The next instant I heard the start of a diatribe that continued on and on, each word punctuated with a slap to my ass cheek, first one then the other. “Please, Master, stop. I’m so very sorry.” “Shut up you stupid cock sucking cum faggot cunt. What did I tell you?” I couldn’t stop my tears, but managed to get out, “Never speak unless you ask me a direct question, Master. Forgive me, Master.” “Oh, just shut the fuck up.” With that he did, indeed stop slapping my ass, and began pounding his ten-inches of hard cock into my ass again. It was enough to drive me onto my stomach. It didn’t stop him for a moment. He just continued to fuck my ass. He was grunting at each stroke. I knew he was close to spewing his cum load again. Then he drove his cock into one last time. I felt the spurts of cum filling my ass. I began to feel his cock beginning to ease out of my cunt. “Get up, you cunt. Clean my cum and all your juices from my cock.” “Yes, Master. I will clean ...

... you cock with my mouth.” I struggled to my knees and turned to gathered his near flaccid cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked his slimy cock. I was so happy that he let me do this. Then, I realized that my cunt was dripping its contents onto his shag rug. All that goo, all his cum and my ass juices poured out of me. He pulled his soft dick out of my mouth. “Nice, job…” then he saw the puddle beneath my ass. “You fucking whore. How dare you let your cunt drain onto my shag carpet. You get down there and lick and suck all that scum up.” “Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.” “Sorry, my ass.” He pushed my face down to the floor and I began licking and sucking the puddle that my asshole had deposited. He push my head down harder. My face mashed into the wet carpet. My tongue licked out trying to lap up the mess. “You keep working at it. I want my carpet clean. I’m going to go take a shower. Don’t stop until I tell you that you can stop. Understand, cunt!” “Yes, Master. I will clean my mess with my tongue until you return.” Once more I could feel his heavy tread as he walked down the corridor to the shower. I soon heard the water running. It didn’t take him long to shower. I felt, once more, his heavy tread as he returned. I snuck a peek up to see him. He was tall, about 6’ 4” with a beer-belly. I didn’t dare to spend too much time looking, fearing the worst if he should catch me. The last thing I saw was as he dropped his towel on the floor. I caught a glance of his wonderful penis ...