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My First Man, My First Cock - Part 5

The final chapter
I look up lovingly into his eyes. His penetrating stare met them, and for a second, all I can focus on is the deep blue of his irises. They seem to bore into me, reading every thought. For a moment, the world stops. Starting from deep within his eyes, a smile appears, growing outwards like a ripple on a pool as it radiates over his entire face. Then in one second, such a long, drawn out second, we melt into each other until we become one and the same person.

With a wrench, we separate and I'm brought back to reality. I am lying on my back on the floor of Tony's kitchen, uncomfortably holding my ankles in the air as his rock-hard cock thrusts into me like a piston. Each thrust is accompanied by a grunt and the sound of his body slapping against mine. I meet each push with a small yelp of my own, loving the feeling of him inside me. I let my head fall back and close my eyes, concentrating on the wonderful feeling in my ass as his cock performs miracles there.

I feel Tony lean up a little and then his busy, mean fingers are on my nipples, twisting and pulling on them. I bark and yelp with each twist, my voice getting higher while my nipples burn. My mouth opens as he cruelly teases me, and I beg him to stop. Tony ignores me, pulling on them harder and they are soon extended and sore. I give a loud moan which almost becomes a cry of pain. Tears form in my eyes.

"That's it, slut, cry like a girl," he sneers as he pinches my sensitive aureoles.

It's true, my wails sound like a girl, and I realise that this is really what he wants. I oblige and moan again, higher this time, my body bent in an effort to ease the vice-like grip of his fingers. All the while, his prick doesn't miss a beat as it slams into me. He grins that wicked smile of his, knowing that I may struggle but really I'm loving it.

It isn't long before my nipples really start to hurt, but fortunately Tony releases them. He pulls out of me with a slurping sound, and tells me to stand up. I let go of my ankles and get up just in time for him to guide me to the marble work-top in the centre of the kitchen. Taking hold of my arms, Tony pushes me forward so that my torso is lying on the cold surface. He kicks at my ankles until I spread my legs to the width that he wants. Holding both my wrists behind my back with one hand, he strokes my smooth backside with the other. The first time he did this, I loved it. Until I found out what came next. Now I tensed myself, waiting.

His hand caressed my buttocks, sending shivers down my legs. Then I felt him remove his hand and I knew what was coming. A loud smack sounded as the flat of his palm came crashing down on my left cheek. I let out an involuntary yelp as I felt my ass shiver and then grow hot. I could almost hear his wicked grin as he enjoys the noise I make. The hand comes down again, this time on the other cheek. Again I yelp, my face starting to flush like my ass.

Tony gives me a few hard, body-twisting slaps before settling into a more languid style of spanking. By now my ass is red hot and sore, but the warmth starts to radiate from my pink cheeks until it flows through the backs of my thighs and legs. Short, sharp slaps sends the heat into my groin then up to my belly while my nipples feel like they have electricity flowing through them. The heat channels through my throat, finishing at my red, howling face. I beg him to stop, pleading with him, with genuine tears running down my face.

"So, what do you want instead, huh?" he asks.

"Fuck me, fuck me like a bitch," I cry. "Please, oh please."

He holds onto my wrists as I feel him move until he's positioned behind me. With one swift, penetrating thrust I feel the entire length of his beautiful cock ram into me. I let out a small scream, partly in pain but mostly in pleasure. Tony starts to build into a rhythm as he slams into me. The effect of his body slapping against my sore buttocks is incredible. My arms ache as he holds my wrists behind my back, and I feel wonderfully helpless as he uses my body for his pleasure.

"That's it, slut. Oh yeah, you're loving this aren't you bitch?" he jeers.

"Yes," I manage to breathlessly reply.

"I know you are. Now tell me what you want."

"Fuck me, please, breed me like a slut," I cry.

Tony grins as he knows his control over me is complete. Each thrust of his stiff prick is pushing my body forward, but I push back as best as I can to meet his steely cock. My arse feels like it is on fire as he slams deeper into it, and I feel something familiar happen in my groin. A moment later I can feel a hot, sticky liquid running down the front of my thighs. He's made me cum, and I wasn't even hard. I ponder this for a moment, thinking that it seems to be happening more frequently before I return my attention to my man.

Tony releases my wrists and holds my hips with both hands, pulling me back on to him. His speed increases as he gives me a right royal fucking, pounding harder and faster into me until I hear him let out what starts off as a strangled cry and ends in a bellow. At that moment, I feel him erupt inside me, his cum flooding my body. Wave after wave of cum erupts from his pulsating dick, and it's not long before I feel some of it running over the cheeks of my arse and down my legs.

He doesn't stop until every drop is spent, holding onto me tight at the end of a final thrust so that our bodies are almost melting into one. I moan in pleasure as he holds me there, twisting round slightly to look at him. His eyes are tightly shut and there is a look of total satisfaction on his face. A calm, serenity briefly takes over as he enjoys the final part of his orgasm inside me. I squeeze my sphincter, trying to get every drop out of him, and he smiles in appreciation and satisfaction.

We stay in this position for a moment before Tony pulls out of me. I feel his manjuice trickling down the back of my smooth, shaved thighs and I smile, loving the relatively new sensation. I know that I love this because it reminds me of who, or rather, what I am: a slut. His slut.

"Stay there," he commands.

I lie across the cold surface as he goes and cleans himself up in the bathroom upstairs. As I lie there, I smile as I remember. It's been eleven weeks since I first sat nervously in my car, wondering if I had it in me to knock on Tony's door. Since that day, Tony has completely transformed me from a nervous virgin to a full-blown man-pussy. I now serve his sexual needs whenever he requires. He's fucked me in every single room of his house, a few times in public and even made me suck another guy off while watching.

A few weeks into our 'relationship', Tony sat me down and we had a long chat. It ended with us both agreeing to having an HIV test, and if they both were negative, we would dispense with using condoms. Since they both came out negative, his sex drive seems to have increased dramatically, so I am regularly summoned three or four times a week for what he describes as a "breeding". His control over me is sometimes scary, and I often wonder if I'm doing the right thing. The trouble is, I love it.

I love being a slut, love submitting to him. He's never really hurt me, and I am more than happy with serving him. Deep down, I think I love him. No, I KNOW that I love him, but I would never tell him that. He's made it quite clear on several occasions that he's not after a relationship, just a cum-slut. So I take whatever he gives me, hoping that someday he'll change his mind.

I think about this as his cum slowly trickles out of my hole and down my legs. I push my ass in the air and tighten my muscles to keep it inside me, spreading my arms over the work-top for purchase. At that moment, Tony walks back into the room. He grins mischievously at my prostrate position.

"Well fuck me, you really are a fucking slut, aren't you?" he asks.

I smile, knowing he's right. He walks over to my upturned bum. Pulling my smooth cheeks apart, he starts to frig me, his own cum lubricating his two fingers so they slide in easily. I moan and push back against them, and soon they are joined by a third, and then a fourth. In a few minutes, I can feels his hand stretching me, giving me new, wonderful sensations in my arse. I groan as he slowly adds his thumb. All the time, Tony encourages me.

"Oh yes, baby, that's it, take it all. Yes. Seems like my slut wants a fisting. Do you, slut? You want my fist inside your pussy?"

"Yes," I moan, writhing under him in a new ecstasy. "Yes, fist my pussy, oh fuck yes," I cry.

He smiles as he gently and slowly pushes his hand into me, being really careful. It takes a few minutes before I feel so full that I can't take any more. I cry out, and Tony slowly retracts his hand a little. Then the fun really starts as he fucks me with his fist. I writhe and moan and scream under his relentless fisting, and I cum again without getting hard. The feeling is so incredible, like being fucked but more so. Tony gently builds up speed and doesn't stop until I plead for mercy. Only then does he get me to relax so he can slowly pull out of me.

I lie there completely spent, soporific. My eyes are closed as I hear him go to wash his hand, and I'm unsure how long it is before he wakes me. Painfully, I push myself up off the table. Dried cum sticks to my legs, and Tony gently guides me upstairs to the bathroom. He stays to watch me shower and then hands me a towel when I've done.

A few minutes later we are having our usual post-coital cuddle on his bed. My ass is so sore that it is uncomfortable. However, being in his arms more than makes up for it as my fingers play with the hair on his chest. We look so different, lying there. Me, with my skinny, smooth body and him with his hairy, well defined muscles. I lay contented to be in his arms, enjoying the quiet, listening to him breathing as the rise and fall of his chest seems to be the only movement in the world to me.

"Steve?" he said softly. I feel the vibration of the word in his body as he speaks.

"Yes?"

He pauses, seemingly unsure what to say. I raise my head, waiting patiently, a little concerned. He looks down. It's the first time I've ever seem him hesitate or seem lost for words. I wait, my heart feels like it's beating a little harder. It takes a moment for him to compose himself.

"Look, I know when we first started this I said I didn't want a relationship."

My heart beat faster and harder. Where was he going with this. Oh God, was I about to lose him? I couldn't face that. Shit, no, please God no. The seconds before he spoke again seemed like an eternity.

"Well, it's just that..." He pauses, his voice trailing off.

No, please, no. Tears start to form in my eyes. I can't take this. Please say something. Anything. Just don't say 'go'. He turns his face towards me.

"It's just that you remind me so much of Tom. And I'm not sure how that makes me feel."

I stare into his eyes, pleadingly. He reads this, but all I get back is confusion.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is that I really enjoy our times together. And I suppose I'm starting to have feelings for you, but I'm not sure whether they're really for you or whether they're just because you remind me so much of Tom."

My heart was pounding now. Here it comes, any second. He wants me out, he wants me to go and never come back because I remind him too much of his former lover. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Despondently, I turn my face away from him. "You want me to go, don't you," I murmur. My heart is breaking.

"What? No, oh God, no." He smiled, one of his beautiful, heart-warming, butterflies-in-your-stomach smiles.

"What I'm trying to say is that I'd like is for you to move in with me for a while. You know, a kind of trial period so we can see if this is more than just sex. And if it is, well, let's see what happens and then take it from there. What do you say?"

I turn back and face him, my eyes widening, and my heart suddenly alive again. He looks at me and sees me beaming my response, and he seems to relax a little.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes YES!" I cry, tears of joy and love trickle down my cheek.

I push myself up and slide on top of him. My lips seek out his and I kiss him for the first time, a long, grateful, beautiful kiss that I never want to end. I feel so deliriously happy as his arms wrap themselves around me, holding me close, holding me not as a sexual plaything but as a lover.

A few minutes later, Tony makes love to me for the first time. And hopefully, not the last...

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