WEEKEND / HARD SESSION 3

SESSION HARD

While I was preparing all my equipment and making my body fully hygienic both inside and out, my MASTER was relaxing watching TV. After getting myself ready, I dedicated myself to organizing all my equipment. He was watching my every move and looking at the fire in the fireplace that he had lit upon arriving, creating a cozy atmosphere in the house, inviting us to enjoy the upcoming hours in a heated environment.

Once everything was in place, I prostrated myself before Him, letting him know that I had everything ready for whenever he needed it. There was no need to tell him what was in my equipment, at this point he knew very well that his servant would have everything necessary to serve him no matter what.

"Very well, slave," now bring me a cold beer and lay down in front of my feet facing the fireplace like a good dog, bring your drinking bowl. I will give you a drink, I know you need it."

I obeyed instantly, grabbed the beer and my drinking bowl, handed him the bottle and placed my drinking bowl next to his feet. I lay down in front of Him and immediately felt his feet fall on my back, relaxed, using me for his comfort while watching TV and taking a sip of his beer. After a while of completely ignoring me, he sat up.

"Get up, dog, open my pants, unzip them and carefully take out my cock and balls."

I did it with all my love, slowly, trembling, when I finally had his whole package hanging out, he ordered me to grab my drinking bowl and place it under his cock. "I'm going to pee, pig, then you put it on the floor and I want you to leave it dry and clean without a trace of urine."

Without saying a word, I watched as his pee came out of his cock, long, accumulated waiting for its moment to come out, the beer turned into nectar.

When he finished, he ordered me to clean the last drop with the tip of my tongue. I knew that order was direct without a hint of going further. Containing my urges, I was able to bring my tongue close and clean that last drop, aware that I should not exceed that point. the consequences would be painful.

"Now drink, dog, all of it," he sat down touching his package which was still relaxed, starting to warm up nicely and I knew that he held the most powerful scent that my Sir has towards me on his cock and stored it like a treasure, until the moment he allows me to sniff it: His ripe cheese, accumulated during the days leading up to a session.

Glancing sideways, I put my drinking bowl in a corner and drank eagerly, licking like a good dog the gifts my owner gives me, while imagining the scent he had saved for me and being able to bury my nose between his balls and get close to his cock, even if only for a few seconds. I licked and licked my drinking bowl, not stopping until it was completely dry and shiny.

At this point, my MASTER's cock was fully erect, he played with it while taking a bit of poppers, enjoying the sight of his dog drinking.

"Come here, dog, very good, that's how I like it," I thanked gratefully, advancing on all fours without taking my eyes off his stiff cock, moving back and forth, using it as an attractive bait for my mouth. Letting out his well-marinated smell.

I placed myself at his feet waiting for his orders. "Here, dog," he sniffed and passed it to me, and said: "Smell your MASTER's cock, enjoy it," I eagerly but carefully sniffed it, with the urgency of a dog and the caution of a servant.

I smelled his glans slowly, his scent intoxicated me, my madness intensified each time I smelled his glans.

He fully uncovered it, his glans was completely lumpy and full of pre-cum and remnants of his ejaculations.

I breathed deeply, filled myself with the wonderful sweet smell emanating from his cock, saturated with it.

I licked his glans gently, little by little, until it was as shiny as my drinking bowl.

My mouth and my tongue fought to enjoy his whole package, soon his hand landed on my head and pushed it all at once to make me swallow it all, unapologetically, keeping me choked, feeling it in my throat, causing me to vomit over and over again, drooling on myself and his balls.

He let me breathe, I did so deeply, with my tongue I cleaned my drool from his cock and balls, from all over his crotch.

"Raise your head," I did so without hesitation, his hand crossed my face a few times again, and then he thrust his cock into my mouth again, choking me mercilessly.

He took poppers and gave them to me, stood up, and attacked my mouth again without mercy, grabbing my ears forcefully, fucking my mouth relentlessly. The more choked I was, the more furious he got, squeezing me against him, with the rush from the poppers we reached greater limits each time, moments of suffocation that would be repeated throughout the weekend, in this session that had only been going on for a few hours since it started.

This was just a small preview of the intentions and depravities my MASTER has in mind every time he has me near. Eager to turn them into reality.

When he tired of fucking my mouth savagely, he let me rest from his abuses for a moment, and said, "Relax, dog, I'll be right back."

I felt him go up the stairs, the Asturian type house mostly made of wood, two floors with a corridor, had two bedrooms, a spacious living room, and a recently renovated kitchen. A comfortable rural house that we could certainly take advantage of.

I heard my MASTER rummaging through his belongings, felt his leather boots fall to the ground, the sound of his clothes as he undressed, metal clinking. He was preparing for his next attack, a new stage in the enjoyment of the night.

He descended the stairs, the wood muffling his steps, but I could clearly guess his attire. My dog devotion made me have a well-trained sense of smell. I lowered my head and waited in a position of all fours, when I saw his feet I crouched even closer to the floor.

He slid the tips of his long rubber boots under my nostrils, his scent enveloped me, "Lick, dog," he brought me the poppers again. Its effect turned me into an obedient and deranged tongue that slid over them in all their width and length, my hands gripped his shapely thighs tightly, my MASTER didn't let me pass his groin. The jockstrap was my limit, my surrender grew every moment, my needy asshole was pleading for a bit of attention with its thumping beats. Something that would be coming soon.