(See part 1 for the precursor to this story.)

Without thinking, almost on autopilot, I leaned forwards, inhaling her scent in the process, and placed my lips over the bulge in her black, diaphanous panties through which the clear outline of her penis and loaded scrotum were visible. I took my time, putting feeling into it, pressing firmly before puckering a little, sucking a little of the fabric and skin into my mouth before releasing. I repeated this up her full length and down, paying attention to her balls. This felt good, sensual.

“Take off my panties,” A toned.

Reaching up, I hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband and slowly pulled down, watching as her appendages swung free on their release. I inadvertently brushed my forehead against the head of her penis as I pulled her underwear to the ground where she stepped out of them.

“Go on. More.” 

I was now faced, for the first time in my life, with someone else’s slowly swelling cock. Even slightly erect it was already six inches long. The only thing to do, and which at this stage felt both natural and obedient, was to take the head into my mouth. I opened wide and enveloped her purple helmet, feeling the weight and texture of it on my tongue, against the insides of my cheeks. It was warm, firm, meaty, and soft. And incredibly sexy. I could feel my own rising.

“Use your hands. Do what comes naturally.”

Thinking what I would like, but somehow knowing what she would like, I cupped her balls in one hand, savouring their fullness, as well as the looseness and smoothness of the sac, and fondled them. I still had the head in my mouth, which was increasing in size with every passing moment, and I needed the other hand to hold it in place so I could manipulate the head with my mouth. I sucked, licked, kissed, and loved it along its full length, paying special attention to the frenulum and edges of the cock head.

“Good, you’re learning. Take me deeper. As deep as you can. Look at me.”

I was now hooked in, somehow helpless, under orders. Locking eye contact with A – who looked at me with a combination of what looked to be lust, amusement, care, and sternness – I slid her cock more deeply into my mouth. Breathing carefully through my nose as I withdrew a little, I tried a bit more, and then again. I was close to my gag reflex, which was actually further back than I thought. I wanted to please, to impress, so I tried harder, trying to relax and take more and more. My eyes watered a bit, but I wasn’t gagging, but this felt like the limit. For now.

After a few minutes of this, slowly working A’s shaft and head into and out of my mouth and throat, she felt to be at full length, swollen, and hard.

“Well done. Stand up. Strip. And bend over, legs wide.”

Continuing to follow orders, and knowing I was way beyond the point of anything I’d done – managed – before I was slightly light-headed. Was that the champagne? Maybe partly. So far, I felt more or less comfortable, if a little out of my depth but not wanting to disappoint. A had a confidence that was infectious. We’d not discussed safe words, and I suppose I could have said stop at any point. What’s the phrase? Life’s too short to pretend you’re not into kinky shit?

Naked, and clearly aroused, my cock was already upright. I bent over. I heard A move behind me and then gently take the heart of my plug and ease it out. Again, that stretching feeling, this time in reverse, followed by a sudden contraction, this time leaving a feeling of emptiness. This was soon replaced as I felt some gel being smeared around – and into – my hole, and then another plug, which was cold.

“Breathe, relax. Breathe out. You want this, you know it,” A coaxed.

I closed my eyes and focused on trying to relax my sphincter. The pressure built and built, and at the point when I felt that it would never go in, there was a sort of pop and  my arse swallowed the bulb It was clearly bigger than the last, filling me more than its predecessor.

“Very nice. You’ll be ready for me soon. Now love my arse. Lick me.”

I straightened and turned to see A climb onto the middle of the king-sized bed, still in her suspenders and bra, and heels. She had her head down and rear end in the air and pointing towards me. With her legs wide, she was exposing her smooth crevice and anus, with her balls swinging low underneath.

As I moved towards and onto the bed, I felt the presence of the plug. I’d been used to the last one, it had almost become unnoticed, but this one was different, more substantial, heavier. Moving meant it moved, or my body noticed it more. Climbing up, I knelt behind A and, holding her ripe cheeks apart, licked from the base of her balls all the way up her crack, eliciting a soft moan.  This suggested I was on the right track, so I renewed my efforts, licking firmly across the ring, slathering it with my spit, tasting her rich arse aroma. I pressed as hard as I could against the hole and to my surprise was able to press almost an inch inside her.

“Yes, yes, more. Good boi.”

Emboldened, and now cupping her balls, fondling her plums with more confidence, I set to work, rimming enthusiastically, lovingly, sucking, licking with the flat of my tongue, and dipping inside, which made A gyrate and pant. All of the encouraging sounds egged me on, and turned me on. I’d never considered myself particularly subbish before meeting A, with others I mostly liked to take the lead. But here, in this relationship, it was a rush, a combination of fear and comfort, right but unknown, and increasingly dirty in all of the right ways.

After a while, A's arse and balls were covered in my spit, as was my face.  A suddenly moved forwards and turned. “You’re doing very well, lover. It’s time to really make you mine. Lie back in the middle of the bed, and open your legs for me,” she instructed.

Doing exactly that, A stepped off the bed, stripped off completely, and returned to the bed, carrying one of the pots of lube she’d brought. Her tits were magnificent, full and round with just a hint of gravity, and crowned with medium-sized and pert, dark nipples. There was just a tiny, almost indiscernible scar underneath each, belying their origins. Further down, her cock was what looked to be fully engorged – circumcised, perhaps eight inches long.

“Don’t worry. We’ll take this slowly. I’m going to teach you how to take me,” she purred, parting my legs even further and slowly extracting the plug, which this time came easily. “Good, good. You’re ready for me.” Taking two pumps of lube onto her fingers, she coated my hole and surrounding areas in the gel before applying four to her own member, making me gasp. “Hold your legs open. I’m coming in,” she added.

On my back, legs wide open with my hands behind my knees holding me in place, A manoeuvred into position, kneeling between my legs. Looking me in the eye, she tilted her hips forward and pressed her tool against my hole, gently at first and then with increasing insistence. I felt myself being stretched again, perhaps more than with the second plug, but it felt okay as the head gently slipped in.
A held that position, smiling at me, holding eye contact. For what felt like a few minutes she barely moved, allowing me to get used to my first ever anal penetration. “You belong to me, boi. Say it. Say ‘Take me.’”

“I’m yours, Mistress, I belong to you. Please, take me.” I replied, almost breathless at what felt like a step into a parallel world.

Slowly but surely A started moving her hips forwards so she was maybe three inches in, and then back, gently easing me open and steadily working her way deeper and deeper inside me. I was impaled on her thick meat, and while it didn’t necessarily hurt, it was hard to describe. Erotic, strange, increasingly filling, fulfilling, and animal, in a way that words can’t capture. Suddenly, she hit a point inside me that at one level sort of hurt but at the same time was almost like a shot of ecstasy. I whimpered.

“There you are. You like?” A enquired.

Yes, Mistress. I think so. It nearly hurts, but not in a bad way,” I replied, through gritted teeth.

“That’s as much as you can take. But that’s good. Let’s play here for a while,” she added, before withdrawing nearly all the way out and then slowly easing her way back in to where she’d been before, making me cry out louder this time.

There I was, on my back, legs open, impaled on A as she began to steadily fuck me with more insistence. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. Each time her tip reached my internal end point, I moaned and exhaled; I was as turned on now as I could ever remember, my cock almost straining within its skin and shocks emanating from my anus and anal cavity shooting up and through body.

“Your are mine now, boi,” A toned as she skewered me over and over on her thick, unyielding meat.

“Yes, Mistress. I am,” I wailed, my body arched and almost shaking  at being physically and emotionally opened up and owned.

A took hold of my ankles to keep me open and commanded me further, “Stroke yourself. But don’t cum until I tell you. Hold off.”

I released my leg and reached down, grasping my aching cock. I could tell that too much would push me over the edge, so I took my time, breathing shallowly as I rocked my foreskin back and forth, but not pulling too tight to stop myself from the tipping point. My head was full of what felt like white light where the rest of the world had ceased to exist, locked in this meeting of bodies which had become one in an almost bestial but mutual and ecstatic communion.

“I’m going to cum inside you. When you feel me release, let go.”

Every nerve was on edge, and concentrating on the feeling of A’s cock inside me, I felt it swell a little more, and then hold inside me at the deepest point. The swelling then relaxed a fraction before tensing again, and A was grunting as her orgasm overtook her and she pulsed inside me. Taking that as my sign, I pulled hard on my cock, and letting out a long wail as my own climax ripped through my body, clenching every fibre of my being and then releasing as I erupted all over my belly while A filled me with her seed.

I didn’t know what to think, I couldn’t think. I was aware of A slowly withdrawing and releasing my legs, an emptiness momentarily replacing her penis as my body relaxed and returned to not being penetrated. I was incapable of moving, just staring at the ceiling, and could feel her cum trickling from my anus onto the bed.

A leaned forwards and kissed me on the mouth, whispering, “Welcome to my stable. This is just the beginning for you,” before she stepped off the bed and padded into the bathroom.