Sir Stops By

"I'm here boy" was all the text message read on my phone as I sat on the couch. I knew he was coming over, so I was waiting with my visitor parking pass.

I rush outside to hand him the pass, he rolls up the window, and pulls away to park on the street. I turn to go back inside, and my phone vibrates in my hand.

Instructions! I smile and read what I'm expected to do as I attempt the stairs two and three at a time.

"I'm going to park my car, then walk back to your apartment, you better be ready for service when I walk through the door. You will be in the entryway, on your knees, with your ass facing the door. You will be only in your leather jockstrap ready to please this cock.

On the couch, I want your bondage collar, blindfold, leash, ball gag, lube, and butt plug. Better hurry, I'm quite ready to breed that ass, and am going to be walking quickly."

I swung open the door and stripped my clothes. I already had my jockstrap on, and most of my stuff was readily available in the bedroom closet.

I grabbed all that was required of me, and laid it on the couch neatly, and positioned myself where I was expected. I knelt down, put my forehead against the floor, and my hands outstretched in front of me, exactly as he trained me to do.

I wait for what feels like hours, as it always does when I'm waiting for him to use me, and my apartment door swings open, and his voice immediately rings through, "Okay John, I have to get going, got a hot boy hole winking at me and I need to show it what I want."

He hangs up the phone and approaches me, spits on my hole and pushes his thumb deep inside, causing a groan to escape my mouth, "thank you Sir."

"Yes boy. Gotta start loosening up that hole before I drop a hot load. I don't have long, follow me."

I crawl behind him as he walks to the couch, he sits down, and I immediately start licking his boots, as a good bottom slut should.

"Good boy, clean my boots."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir," as I gather more saliva in my mouth.

He leans down, smacks each ass cheek, then plunges two fingers inside me, causing another groan, "thank you Sir."

"Damn that hole is fucking tight boy, get up here on this couch and show me your hole."

I climb on the couch, position myself against the back of the couch, feet hanging off, my back bent in an angle that shouldn't be possible.

He walks around the couch, and stands in front of me, and I want nothing more than to reach out with my tongue, and take his cock in my mouth. He's unzipped his pants just enough for his cock and balls to hang out of them, and I know how much he enjoys fucking my face.

"Good boy, I see you licking those lips, but I don't have enough time to properly jam this tool in your throat, so, a good ass fucking is going to have to do."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir, my holes are for your pleasure Sir."

As he places the collar around my neck, buckling it into place, "That's right boy, just a fucking hole for Sir's cock and cum. Damn leather slut."

He reaches over, and slides the blindfold over my eyes, pushing his cock against my face, "do not lick that boy, you don't have permission for Sir's cock to be in your mouth."

"Yes Sir."

He tightens the blindfold and leaves me, walking around to the other side of the couch. I hear the bottle of lube open and the cold liquid soon runs down my crack, his fingers scooping it up and pushing into my hole. I moan, and lean back into his fingers, as he stretches my hole for the hard dick he's about to push inside me.

"Yeah, boy, work that tight fucking hole, getting ready for Sir's dick... such a cock hungry cum slut!"

His fingers pull from my hole, and I feel the head of his cock push past my sphincter. I groan as the entry is larger than his fingers were, and he always pauses to allow me to adjust. He slowly pushes all the way inside me until all 7.5 inches are buried to his balls.

I feel him grab my hair, and yank my head upwards, "Feel that boy? That's what a real man's cock feels like, something you don't have, but you know that don't you boy?"

"Yes Sir," I groaned, "Thank you for using my hole for your cock Sir."

"Yeah, boy, I don't want to hear your words anymore, just your moans," he pushes the ball gag into my mouth, and tightens the strap behind my head. He pushes my head down to the back of the couch, and pulls his cock almost all the way out, then pushes it back to the base. His groan matches mine.

"Damn boy, this fucking hole gets me all the time."

He grabs my hips, and begins his fucking, he's on a timed schedule. He continues to plow his dick deep inside my hole, pushing that pleasure button so well, as he always does.

"Oh fuck, boy, I'm gonna drop this cum so deep in your hole boy. Damn this feels nice, so bare, so tight against your hole."

His thrusting is getting faster, his cock pulsing inside my hole as I squeeze my lips around his cock.

"Fuck boy, here it comes!"

He grunts, and holds his body against mine, his warm cum filling my hole.

He pulls from me quickly, and pushes the plug deep inside my hole, keeping me stretched out.

I hear his zipper on his jeans, and I'm saddened that I am not able to clean his cock off, which I usually always do.

He grabs my hair, "Damn boy, that tight fucking hole. I need to go, but I want you to stay just like this. I want you to count to 100 when I close the door, then you may remove the blindfold and go into your bedroom. Turn the vibrating plug on, and I want you to stroke yourself until you cum. Then, you must clean it up, with your fingers, enjoying every drop you spill. Do you understand boy?"

I nod my head yes, he wraps his hand around my throat, "And I'm keeping that visitor pass, I might swing by later and fuck this hole once more tonight. And you never get enough loads boy. You dirty fucking cum slut!"

He pushes my head down and his footsteps travel towards the door. Once it closes, I begin my counting. As a good boy, I don't speed count, or rush. I do the 1-mississippi, 2-mississippi, etc counting to 100.

Then I race into the bedroom, and finish my assigned tasks and can't wait to see if he comes later.