WEEKEND / HARD SESSION 4

(real)

Several hours had passed since our arrival, night had taken over our surroundings a long time ago, threatening rain, windows were steaming up from the external cold, while inside the heat was rising and our bodies were indulging with lust and shamelessness in their favorite entertainment.

We had preheated well, lines well placed at the right moments, controlling their highs and keeping ourselves at a level of perdition.

Prostrated before my MASTER and licking his boots, I couldn't expect anything else than to be allowed to continue my odyssey through his body, pressing myself against them, rubbing insolently like a dog with my caged and sore cock.

Slowly moving up to be able to smell and taste his armpits, throwing myself to the floor every time he dropped his saliva on his boots to lick it with total humility, while adoring and thanking him for his attentions.

Feeling the soles of his boots on my head, showing me his supremacy, his power over me.

In these moments of surrender my MASTER takes advantage to satisfy his sadistic instincts, when he has me so annulled in my miseries, when he sees me in need of everything there is no turning back.

He grabbed me by the collar pulling roughly, put me on all fours on the couch, legs wide open, unzipped his jockstrap and sniffed, then made me sniff, spit on my hole and pressed his cock against it.

He pushed in without hesitation or warning. He buried his cock deep, in total violation. I felt complete, stretched out my arms backward offering him something to hold onto, he grabbed them and mercilessly gripping onto them, he attacked my ass with force, again and again brutally, as if wanting to break it, shatter it.

The rush of the popper came into action, my Master insulted me with every pump of his cock "take it bitch, swallow the cock of your MASTER, open your fucking pig cunt" I spread my buttocks facilitating his fuck, encouraging him by communicating my perversion in words, "that's it, that's it my MASTER" - "enter me, fuck your servant, give him cock, fuck him well" those sublime moments repeat themselves over and over popper in hand through the inhaling mask, comfortable and without time wasted with little bottles.

That helps in critical moments to not slow down. Until we feel exhausted in our endless and hard fucks. I get extremely dirty and lost, my lips release without restraint everything I feel inside.

Relax a little dog, bring me another beer and prepare some lines. Then put on knee pads and your boots.

I heard him go up to the room while I prepared what was ordered. I set everything up as he likes it, put on knee pads and boots, snorted a couple of lines and waited at the bottom of the stairs for him to come down, kneeling and in total submission.

He came down without haste, step by step leisurely, knowing I was eager and dirty after our f...