Date: Fri, 05 Aug 2005 14:57:36 -0700 From: Richard Blaine Subject: Collegiate Cream Slave Part 4 Collegiate Cream Slave By Rick This is a fantasy, a continuation of my Cream Lover Stories. I want to thank all of you who have sent me emails, they have encouraged me to write this next set. As always, send any comments to rick_blaine69@hotmail.com. We rested for some time. When Mistress and Master were ready, we got up and went to the shower. I washed them down, then they washed me. Afterwards we dried each other off. Then we went upstairs to their bedroom. We got in the bed, me in the middle. We kissed each other good night. In less than a minute we all fell asleep. Part 4 I was awakened on Sunday morning by hands caressing my body. Mistress and Master caressed my balls and cock, while sucking my nipples. Very quickly my cock hardened, and I became very hot. They maneuvered around the bed, and I found myself on my back with Mistress sitting on my chest, her pussy moving on to my face. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts so that I could pinch and squeeze her nipples. He kneeled between my legs, and raised them up to his shoulders. Then I felt his hard cock at my pussy, and with one shove it was in. What a picture of Mistress and Master using their slave. Soon my face was covered with pussy juice as I tried to lap up as much as I could. But the more I licked, the more juice there was to eat. Meanwhile, Master was enjoying my pussy, getting a wonderful rhythm going. This went on for some time, being face fucked and ass fucked for breakfast. Then Mistress began to reach her orgasm, and Master began to fuck harder. She began cuming on my face, covering it with her delicious juices while I ate as much as I could. The he made a deep plunge up my pussy, and began shooting his cream. When they had finished filling my ass and covering my face with love cream, I still hadn't cum. While Mistress got off my face, Master pulled out of my pussy, and replaced her at my chest, as he wanted me to lick and suck clean his cock. There was still some of his cream on and in his cock, and I took it all as Mistress watched. Then they sat on either side of the bed, and raised my legs up bending my knees towards my head. They wanted me to suck my own cock. As soon as it reached my mouth, I began to lick and then suck it. How I love sucking my own cock! They began to push against my ass so as to push my cock further into my mouth. Oh, how I loved it! It didn't take long before I felt my balls move up, pushing my cream up my cock shaft. Then I exploded in my mouth. Unable to swallow in this position, I held my cream in my cheeks. When I finally stopped cuming, and my cock slowly started to shrink, I began swallowing, and still continued to suck so as not to waste a drop. When I was done, they lowered my legs to the bed. After kissing me good morning, they ordered me to get up, go down stairs, and make them breakfast. I obediently did so. After serving them breakfast, and only when they were finished, was I allowed to go to the kitchen to prepare and eat my breakfast. After eating, I cleaned up the dining room, and did the dishes. When I was done, I went to the sun room where Mistress and Master were reading the Sunday paper. When they ignored me, I knew that they did not want me at that time. So, I sat down on the floor between their chairs and waited. When they had finished their paper, Master announced that he was going to the local coffee shop to meet with some friends for a few hours. With that, he went up stairs and dressed. He said goodbye as he headed out the door. Mistress sat in her chair, looking out the window to the backyard. I could tell that she was contemplating something, but had no idea what it could be. About twenty minutes went by before she said a word. Being a good slave, I remained quiet. When she spoke she did not look at me, but kept looking out the window. She got up and said, "Let's go down stairs to the play room, I want to have some fun." Of course I thought she meant fun for the both of us. But as usual, I was wrong. When we entered the playroom, she ordered me to lay on the barrel. When I did, she shackled my wrists and ankles to the barrel, then rotated the barrel so that my ass was on top and fully exposed. She then went to the cabinet and retrieved the cat-of-nine-tails. Since it was Sunday, she wanted quiet while she whipped me, so she stuck a ball gag in my mouth. Then she proceeded to whip my ass and thighs. After five strokes, tears began to run down my cheeks. Because of the gag, my screams were muffled. She counted each stroke until she reached 25. By that time, my ass and thighs were in terrible pain. At he same time, my cock had become fully erected. "You seem to enjoy my playing with you", she said. "That is good, for I want to play with you some more." She came around to the front of the barrel, rotated it so that my head and ass were level. She removed the gag, which was a relief for me, but it caused me to dribble my spit. I watched as she strapped on her dildo, about 10" long and 4" or so around. She pushed it into my mouth and told me to lather it up. Even though it wasn't a real cock, I still enjoyed lubricating it with my mouth. When she saw that it was ready, she pulled it out and went around to my ass. I felt her place it at my pussy, and then shoved it in. She didn't give me the whole 10", only about two or three, just to loosen me up. She then attached a chain to my collar so she could yank it from time to time. She then began to fuck me like she was riding a horse. Grabbing her riding crop, she use it on me like I was a horse. Saying "giddy up" she loosened the chain, and began striking my thighs, left and right, pushing her cock in and out of my pussy, yelling "faster boy, faster my sweet boy slave." As she continued to ride her horse, I got hotter and hotter, my cock leaking precum like crazy. I knew that sooner rather than later I would be shooting my cream. Soon Mistress began her pre-orgasm moans of pleasure. She rode me harder, punishing my pussy hole, and striking my thighs harder with the riding crop. Then the moment arrived as she slammed into me one last time as she hit her orgasm. At the same time, I began shooting my cream. It seemed that the both of us would not stop cuming, but we did. Mistress collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, gasping for air. But so was I. After a while, it got real quiet, just the soft sound of our breathing. She stood straight up, and slowly pulled her cock out of my pussy. When it was completely out, my pussy felt so empty, I wanted it back in. She came around to the front, so that I could lick her dildo clean. I could taste my own ass as I licked, until it was clean. Then she reached through the barrel and undid something. Coming back around, she held a plastic bowl full of my cream. Bringing it to my mouth, I licked all of my cream until the bowl was spotless. Releasing me from the barrel, she attached the ceiling chains to my wrists and the floor chains to my ankles. Pushing the button on the control, I was raised and pulled spread eagled once again. Mistress then put the ball gag in my mouth and locked it. She then attached the nipple clamps, and added extra weight. She did the same with the ball ring. My screams were once again muffled. The she walked behind me. She shoved something cold into my pussy. She came around to face me. She smiled, then slid a full-length mirror in front of me so that I could see my pathetic self. She said, "Master will release you when he gets home." With another smile, she pushed a button on a remote control she held in her hand. As she walked out the door, she said, "Enjoy, my sweet boy slave." Just as soon as she closed the door, an electrical shock went through my pussy, causing my body to jump. I watched myself in the mirror, as every five minutes or so, I was shocked. I hung there for about two hours, but it seemed like forever. Master came through the door, saw me and laughed, "Mistress knows how to have her fun." With that, he turned of the electrical shock, and removed it from my pussy. After removing the clamps and ring, he lowered me from the ceiling and released me from my chains. Helping me upstairs, I got my clothes, and he watched me get dressed. As he let me out the door, he smiled and then gave me a long wet kiss on the mouth. "I hoped you enjoyed us as much as we have enjoyed you. We will see you on Friday at 6 pm." Just as he said that, the grandfather clock in the hall chimed 6 pm Sunday. I was free until Friday.