He gave a sigh of satisfaction. He'd been in this town for three days now, meeting with current and prospective clients but with only one meeting left, he'd soon be able to enjoy a few days of R & R. He reached for his cup of coffee and took a sip before setting it down on the side table next to the leather chair in which he sat, completely naked.
"Mmm, that feels good, slut," he said, crooning the words to his slave who was kneeling between his legs, its mouth suctioned on his cock like a baby bird enjoying a fat, tasty worm. "Keep that up and Master is going to give you a treat." Tenderly, he brushed its hair as it diligently sucked him.
His slave's hand gently cradled its Master's balls as it continued to work oral magic on his cock. This slave loved sucking its Master's cock, loved the sounds of pleasure he made and the way he thrusts into its mouth when he was close to coming, the way he was starting to thrust now.
With his hands on each side of his slave's head, Master held it close to him while roughly jerking his slave on and off his cock. Each choking, gagging sound brought him closer to release. "Suck, slut, suck as hard as you can." He loved the way it was hoovering his fat cock while its tongue wetly laved his meat. "Gonna come soon, slave, get ready to swallow it all." He groaned as he felt his slave suck harder, as though trying to suck the cum into its hungry mouth.
He spread his legs wider, humping up into his slave's face, his hands laced behind its head so it was forced to take every inch into its throat.
As its Master's movements became more frantic, his slave slithered its tongue over the veiny surface of his cock, managing to stick it out far enough to reach the root.
It was the feel of its tongue sliding beneath his balls that did it for him, knowing he was fully buried in his slave's slutty mouth. Giving a last vicious jab, he froze, body tense, as his balls unleashed their slimy gift.
"Aaanngghhhh!" he bellowed, filling the inside of his slave's gullet with hot, thick seed. "Swallow it," he gasped, "every fucking drop!" His hands pulled his slave tightly to his crotch, keeping his cock deep in its throat so that its lips were squashed against his body. "Fuck yes!" he grunted, his hips pumping out the last few drops. Shuddering with satisfaction, his tension now released, he fell back against the chair as his cock slithered from his slave's throat. He panted hard, his heart pounding. Reaching down, he gently stroked his finger along the side of his slave's face. "Thank you slut, you are always good to your Master."
His slave smiled happily. Master's praise was like a drug to it, one it couldn't get enough of, and the same was true for his cock. it leaned close and placed a kiss on the head before its tongue cleaned him, making sure to lick up every trace of his cum. Master always made his slave feel so good, that some days it felt like there was nothing it wouldn't do for him.
Even though he'd been busy the past few days, he had made sure they had a nice room it could enjoy when work took him out of the hotel and he always made sure his slave had some cash to spend. While it was sometimes a little lonely during the days, nighttime was a different matter. In the evenings, Master took his slave to see some of the entertainment around town and, once back in their hotel room, he fucked it hard and often. Some mornings, it was a wonder his slave could even walk but it didn't care because it loved being Master's dominated plaything more than anything.
Now that it had been introduced to the pleasure that a man's cock and fingers could give, it was like it was addicted and couldn't get enough of it. Knowing that, Master took advantage of the situation, sticking his cock in its mancunt as often as he liked, which was a lot.
The slave sighed happily as it rested against his leg, its cheek cushioned on his thigh. The slave wondered what other people would think if they could see them now, it sitting at its Master's feet, his cum nestled in its belly. They'd probably think it was a total pervert, and him too, but it didn't care. If being a total pervert meant making Master come like this several times a day, it would accept the title with pride.
"You're gonna wear me out, slave."
His slave laughed. "That's not true. You want it as many times a day as i do, usually more!"
He grinned. "You got me there," he said, ruffling its hair. He had lost count of the number of times he had fucked his slave since their relationship of sexual slavery and domination had started. Most days they fucked four or five times. It's like once having wetted his cock in his slave's mancunt, he couldn't get enough of it. It was tight and hot and when it came, it was like an explosion in its hole, each clench and spasm squeezing his cock hard. Feeling his slave cumming on his cock almost always triggered him.
Hell, he hadn't had as much sex in the last few years combined as he'd had with his slave the past couple of weeks and he was almost like a teenager again in his recovery power. It didn't take long after coming before he was ready to go again and he credited the taboo nature of their relationship for having that effect on him. It was damn exciting to know he was blasting his seed into this male slave's cunt night after night.
His slave knew that its Master had to leave soon for a meeting but it still hadn't come and it wanted so much. it played with his cock, smiling as it started to harden.
"You need to come, slut?"
His slave shivered. "Yes Master, i do."
"It'll have to be a quickie; Master doesn't have much time left." His cock was already throbbing and stiff as he leaned down to haul his slave up onto his lap. "Spread your ass for your Master, slut," watching as his slave did just that, making it easy for him to plant his cock at its entrance. With his slave facing him, he pulled it down, groaning with pleasure at the feel of its mancunt clutching his shaft.
"Oh Master!" his slave cried, shivering softly as its Master forced himself into the depths of its bowels.
He captured his slave's lips, kissing it deeply. No matter how many times he had his slave, it would never be enough. He loved everything about it: its hair, its eyes, its build that made it easy to manipulate, its nipples that hardened so nice, inviting his mouth to suck and bite and lick them, its ass that looked great when reddened by a spanking. But mostly its tight hole that felt as though it was custom made for his fat cock. Even after he had fucked it as hard and often as he had, even regularly with his fist, it still felt wonderful tight.
With his right arm wrapped around his slave's waist and his left under one of its legs, he started to lift his fucktoy on and off his cock. He loved the yelps and moans it made as he began to pound his slave hard and fast, slamming it down with such force it's a wonder he didn't punch right through it. "Like that, slut? Like how it feels to have Master's cock jabbing deep and hard into you?"
His slave's eyes were closed, its head tossed back, its clit jiggling wildly with each thrust. "Yes, Master, it feels delicious! I'm going to come soon."
"Do it, slut, come all over your Master!"
He continued to pound his slave, the sound of their slapping flesh loud in the hotel room. He wasn't really fucking his slave at this moment, he was masturbating with it, using it like a living, breathing Fleshlight in order to come quickly. Only this Fleshlight gasped and moaned each time he slammed it on and off his needy cock.
"Gonna come any minute now, slut," he gasped, "touch your clit."
His slave breathed heavily as its fingers found its clit and pulled desperately at it. "i love your cock, Master!"
Master feathered small nips along his slave's neck and shoulder, wishing he had more time to spend with it before his meeting. "Master's gonna mark you so you don't forget who owns you, slave," saying the words as his balls begin to tingle. He nuzzled the tender skin of his slave's chest and then bit hard. The small scream that spilled from its throat as he marked his slave, along with the way its mancunt involuntarily clenched tightly on his cock in reaction was enough to send him over the edge. He slammed his slave down hard, going deeply into it, the same way his teeth now ground into its flesh, leaving marks. He might be giving his slave a little pain but its body was learning to love it because the instant he bit, he felt its cunt ripple tightly around his cock.
