THE RETURN OF AN OLD MASTER

Many years had passed since I last saw him, since he fucked me, beat me, humiliated me, used me as his faithful servant (the faithful part is a joke!). So many romantic memories flooded my mind when I saw him on the same sidewalk and it was obvious we were going to cross paths. I'm sure a big smile appeared on my face.

The bastard still looked as good as ever, with the same blonde hair (possibly now with the help of a stylist), every muscle in place and just as firm, and that angelic face with a devilish touch without a single wrinkle. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and I saw he had tattooed a barcode from his elbow to his wrist. I would ask him about its meaning some other time.

At my age, I no longer have instant erections but I could feel my ass starting to drip like Pepsi-Cola (sorry, I can be a bit crude at times).

The bastard has a name, Abel, who would have thought!

He jumps on me, gives me a tight hug, and whispers in my ear:

- How have you been, bitch? I missed you! I lost my phone and couldn't contact you to see you when I came to Malaga. I passed by your house several times, but you weren't there.

Me: I missed you too (the words barely came out).

We went to have coffee at the nearest bar we found to catch up on our lives, exchange phone numbers, etc. And the best part, he confirms that he is being transferred to Malaga with a permanent position… finally a government agency is doing me a favor!

He rightfully pointed out that it was also my fault for not seeing each other, for not calling him. I admitted my mistake, apologized. He said I was forgiven but that I would have to pay for it soon. I put on my fake remorseful face and replied "at your disposal", while inside, I felt a warm tingling in my stomach. Mind you, it wasn't love, it's just that the last time he gave me a fisting that went all the way in.

After informing him that I lived in the same place, we agreed that he would visit me the next morning for breakfast at my house and he ordered me to make the preparations as he had been accustomed to for so many years. I was going to have such a wank that night thinking about the next day!

Morning came. I woke up alert like I hadn't in years (I'm lazy to get up). I left the coffee maker ready to turn on when Abel entered through the door. I put the toast on the grill and prepared a table full of sweet and savory items for him to choose from. It was obvious that I would have whatever he decided for breakfast and anticipating that, I poured myself a little coffee.

I started to get aroused and he hadn't even arrived yet! (life's surprises), I didn't touch myself just in case I came prematurely.

Since my house is detached, I left the gate open and the front door open and I was also open. This seemed like the El Corte Ingles open day and I was just as happy as spending money on sales with a cashmaster who would later compensate me (I'll tell that story another time).

How polite, he knocked on the door before entering! (how time changes people!).

I was naked with my apron on, the table set. I approached the stove, turned it on, and plugged in the electric grill.

- Good morning, bitch. Everything okay?

Me: I suppose everything to your liking, master!

- I will be the judge of that, he replied.

He brought his face close to mine and gave me two kisses, squeezed my jaw with one hand, and then gave me two resounding slaps.

Me: Is this the new way to greet?

Abel: Next time, no kisses, you know I show my affection in a different way (my master is so sweet!)

The coffee was ready, the warm milk, and the toast on the table... time to have breakfast!

Two cups, his for the traditional coffee with milk, mine, who knows what it's for.

He sat at the head of the table and I knelt beside him, geisha-style, but with a goatee and muscles, haha. My eager mind was anticipating what my breakfast would be, and he probably already knew, since he knows how much of a pig I am. I'm sure he planned my menu from his house to mine. Now that I think about it, deep down this is very traditional in loving couples (very cheesy, right?), although I don't think in a lovey-dovey couple one pees in the other's cup and forces them to have that for breakfast with cookies. I hope Abel does force me to!

What experience! As soon as I served him his coffee with milk, he stood up and pulled his dick out of his sports pants, saying:

- Pour a little coffee into your cup and bring it to me to fill. You can spread what I give you on the toast.

And he added: - Eat slowly, don't get up from the floor, and you won't go hungry. You've made breakfast, now it's my turn to remind you of all the flavors your master has offered you all these years.

He took off his pants and boxers. He sat down to have breakfast naked from the waist down. He only wore his t-shirt. Of course, he still had that big dick and those solid balls. I didn't know where to look, not out of shyness. It's just that suddenly, you have a dick in front of your face, with balls at mouth level, and you see your toast being rubbed through a hole in an ass and to be honest... it overwhelmed me! After leading out my cup, he stuck his dick in my mouth to clean it with a little sucking, and then handed me the toast to dip it in the cocktail in my cup and start chewing. Everything was clear, but just in case he explained:

- C'mon, fag, dip the toast in your cup and let me see you chew and swallow it, then have a sip, don't worry if you run out... there's plenty of everything!

He slapped me to encourage me and got ready to have breakfast in a relaxed manner.

Seeing that I swallowed quickly, Abel ordered me:

- I see you have too much time... so come on, lick my shoes (he still had them on) which are a bit dirty.

Of course, I got down to it, and suddenly, loud slaps started raining down. He had too much time on his hands too! and he gifted it to me, complete with all the accessories.

He headed for the sofa while lighting a cigarette. He put up the footrest and pointed with his finger for me to kneel. His feet were right at face level. He didn't say anything else, just smiled slyly. After so many encounters, even though years had passed, I knew I had to give him a good massage. I started sucking on his toes, starting from the pinky and passing my tongue between them. He leaned forward a bit and spanked me on both cheeks. I enjoyed feeling them turn red and hearing him remind me of my place... at his feet and taking hits.

He ordered me to bring my dog's collar and leash. I had kept it as a souvenir many years ago, not imagining the utility it would have later on, for so long and how many masters would take me for a walk with it around my neck. Although it could be said, some of my masters could be reported for animal abuse with me (their submissive bitch).

He put the collar on me while calling me a slut and blowing smoke in my face. I remained on my knees at his feet, while he with the other end of the leash readied to guide and humiliate me even more if possible. With a tug on the leash, he brought my mouth closer to his balls and ordered me to clean them of sweat. This time I knew, when his balls were shining, I had to move on to sucking him off and then thoroughly clean his asshole.

I continued licking and sucking, while receiving lashes on my ass and Abel constantly reminding me what a dirty little faggot I was, what my place was when he visited me, and promising very frequent visits. I didn't say anything, of course, due to my mouth being constantly full and not wanting to stop savoring those balls and that dick my master so generously lets me lick and suck.

He stood up and with a kick, made me turn around to be on all fours. Now he was behind me and my (now very red) ass at his complete disposal. I don't know when he got the lubricating oil, but I saw his reflection in a mirror, and he was rubbing it on his hands. Once again, I got thrilled at the thought of what was coming.

Abel: Now slut, I'm going to prep you for a good fuck, but that'll come later, first I'm going to stuff everything into that hole!

I immediately felt his fingers making their way into my ass, twisting and turning to find a way forward. First two, then three, four, and five in a wedge shape. It hurt a bit, but I knew that once the worst passed, the expected sensation would come. His hand rotated and pushed mercilessly. Suddenly, I felt it slide in and my ass clench around that wrist.

Abel: Haven't had a fist in a while? You're a bit tight, slut! Only half of my arm fits in! Don't worry, today you will make up for lost time.

His hand and forearm kept moving forward and I made efforts not to cum. Now I understood the barcode tattooed on his forearm! I was in ecstasy, felt like I was levitating. Well, I politely asked him to stop for a moment or I would climax like a bitch!

He took pity on me and stopped the fisting... and moved on to the next point:

- You're quite dry... inside (excuses), I think I'll wet that ass quickly and have you enjoy it like the slut you are.

Without wasting time, I felt his huge head enter my hole, and shortly after, I could feel his heavy balls hitting my ass. But he barely moved! Surprise, I realized he was filling me up, and I heard him laughing as he reminded me:

- What, slut? Did you think there was nothing left for you to try? Well, now I can piss hard and come inside a disgusting ass! Bet you like that! You'll have a lot of this every time we meet. Are you clear on everything? You still belong to me to do whatever I want!

Now he started thrusting. I felt liquid coming out of my ass and he leaned over my back to put his fingers in my mouth while insulting me and slapping me... Ufff, I just wanted him to cum quickly or I'd cum myself. He indeed came, and with all the thrusts, piss, and cum in my ass, he left me on the verge of climaxing like a bitch!

He made me lie on the floor face up, over so many fluids. He sat on my chest and leaned a bit to put his cock in my mouth and have me clean it.

- Come on, fag, while you clean it, I'll let you cum.

A couple of strokes on my dick and even with his cock in my mouth, I let out a huge load of cum that splashed his back. He got a little mad and gave me a couple of strong slaps while laughing, saying:

- Hey slut... let this be the last time you dirty me without my permission.

We got up, had some beers, and smoked a bit. We're friendly guys once we've cum and had a good playtime.

I told him about my other master (David) who had just joined my dealings.

Abel: Introduce us, maybe we can have some fun. You'd have two masters to use you, the young one and me.

My imagination started to soar... I'll tell you all about it.