Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 13:26:02 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Take It Or Leave It - Ch 1

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Take It or Leave It

Chapter 1

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Crunnnchh! Suddenly I was jolted out of the thoughts buzzing around in my
head about sales targets, budgets and stock problems. The car came to a
grinding halt and a sickening feeling grew in the pit of my stomach. The
noise from the motor had sounded very serious, and the way the engine died
seemed to spell a permanent stop.

"Fuck!" I declared loudly to the empty land around me. This whole trip had
been a nightmare from start to finish, and now I was finally heading back to
the city, this had to happen. I popped the bonnet and looked at the engine
with the forlorn hope of someone who knew nothing about mechanics. The last
town had been a good three hours back, and according to my map, the next
outpost of civilization was at least a hundred kilometres ahead.

"Fuck!" I shouted again, and kicked the driver's side front tyre, hard. It
didn't fix anything, but it made me feel a little better. I reached for my
mobile phone, but I knew before I even looked at it that there would be no
signal out here. Why had I agreed to do this godforsaken run through the
deserted plains of far western New South Wales? The few pitiful sales I had
managed would hardly cover the cost of the trip and I was going to have hell
to pay when I got back. I conveniently forgot that I had volunteered to take
this trip, seeing it as a chance to get out of the city for a couple of
weeks. I looked back along the dirt road I had travelled, then forward where
it stretched before me, straight as an arrow between low hills. Nothing.
Empty. I hadn't passed another vehicle in either direction all day. "Fuck!"

In desperation, I looked about me. I don't know what I thought I was going
to find, but there was nothing there. It dawned on me that I was probably in
a serious situation. It was hot and getting hotter, and I had no shade and
very little food or drink. Resolving to do something other than just sitting
and waiting, I locked my work bags and paperwork in the boot of the car,
grabbed the three-quarter full bottle of mineral water from the front seat,
and started walking toward the hills I could see about 5 km further ahead on
the road. I was reasonably fit, and okay to walk for the moment. After all,
I worked out three times a week in the gym at home, I was young and healthy,
and surely someone would come along eventually.

The hills I had spotted turned out to be closer to 10 km away, and by the
time I reached them I was covered in sweat, my clothes dirty from the dust
of the road, and most of the water I had brought with me was gone. On top of
that, my very expensive dress shoes were rubbing against my ankles and
starting to develop noticeable soft spots on the sole. The hills offered no
sign of hope or assistance, and as I reached the top, all I could see in
front of me was the long straight road, stretching kilometres to the horizon
with not a sign of movement anywhere. Resigned, I started downhill, but
before I had gone 100 metres my heart jumped. Off to the left a set of wheel
ruts headed across country, disappearing over the side of the rise. It was
hardly civilization, but to me eyes those marks meant salvation. Hopefully a
farmhouse or cabin not too far away. I set off along the trail with renewed
determination and energy.

That determination faded as I trudged along the dirt path of the tyre
tracks. I was tired, thirsty. My feet were killing me, my fancy shoes almost
disintegrating under me. I had lost track of how far I had gone, but had
been walking for hours in the searing heat, taking a break every now and
then under the occasional tree that grew not too far from the path before
setting out again. I began to wonder if the tracks led anywhere at all, and
my mind drifted back to the hassles of work. All the problems I had with my
job didn't seem so bad now, when I seriously started to wonder if I was
going to die out here, my body rotting away until someone found the bare
bones in months or even years to come.

As I stumbled along, my head down and lost in morbid thoughts, I didn't
realise that the path I was following was climbing toward a low ridge. As I
reached the top and began back down the other side, I tripped on the uneven
ground and fell to my knees. Covered in dirt and sweat, exhausted from my
trek through the fierce heat of the day, I began to sob in despair and
hopelessness. I wanted to just lay down and die there in the heat and the
dirt. Forcing myself up onto my hands and knees, I lifted my head, and saw
paradise. At least that was how it seemed. Below me was a small valley
between the surrounding hills. A gentle stream flowed quietly along the
valley floor, and on a flat piece of land not far from the water sat a small
stone cottage, surrounded by a well-tilled garden of vegetables and fruit
trees.

Picking myself up I ran to the house, surprised to find as I neared it that
it was bigger than I had thought at first. I reached the place, scrambled up
the steps to the only door and crashed my fist against the wood, calling out
as I did "Hello, help me please!"

The door swung open to reveal a mountain of a man. I had to look up to his
face as he towered over me, dark and hairy, his eyes intense as he looked at
me with suspicion. "What do you want?" he demanded.

"My car's broken down. I need a phone, to call for help, I've been walking
for hours in the heat, I thought I was going to die." I babbled out at him.

"No phone here. Clear off. Leave me alone. Don't want no-one hangin'
around." He began to close the door.

"Please," I begged, "I need help. I can't get back to my car by myself. I
don't have any food or water. Please, don't just leave me." I started to get
desperate, sure I would die without assistance. He opened the door again,
and stepped out, making me backtrack. As I did I stumbled on the step, and
fell backward to lie on the ground, looking up at him, panic in my eyes. He
stood there above me, his eyes assessing me, sizing me up almost.

"Serves you right for coming out of the city without proper supplies.
Typical fuckin' useless city poofter. Should just leave you." He spat the
words out, regarding me with undisguised contempt.

"Please ..." I whined up at him.

"Why? What's in it for me?"

"Anything you want" I gasped. "I'll do anything, please just help me!"

He looked again at that comment, an evil smile crossing his face. "Anything?
That's a pretty generous offer, and very brave when you don't know what I
might ask, pussy boy!" Something in his voice made me look up into his eyes.
They glinted with hidden thoughts, and I began to wonder what he had in
mind. In other circumstances, I would have found a hulking beast like this
attractive, but here and now I wasn't so sure. His hand slid down his chest,
across his stomach to come to rest at his groin, where he plainly and
brazenly gripped his obviously sizeable cock.

"You want my help? You're gonna have to earn it, boy. I could use some
entertainment, some fun. Haven't had any `company' for a long while out
here. Three days, as my slave, and I'll get you safely back to town."

I looked up at him again, and thought about my options. I could try to walk
back to the road, but who knew how far that was, and I was in no state to
walk very far at all. The track I had been following stopped here, so there
was no chance of anyone passing by. But if I agreed, it meant three days
here, and I could only guess at what he had in mind, although the general
idea was fairly obvious. I looked at him again, seeing him in a different
light. He was tall and thick, muscled and fit. I thought about being his
slave, submitting to his whims and probably being fucked and used for his
sexual pleasure. Suddenly, the idea was not so bad after all.

"What'll it be, pussy?" he mocked. "My slave, or get going. Take it or leave
it. You might even like it!" With that he laughed.

"Okay," I said, "I'm yours for three days. What's your name?"

"No names, boy. If I talk, then I'm talking to you. And you will call me
`Sir'. Now get those useless fancy clothes off, and take yourself down to
the creek and wash." He gestured toward the water close by the cottage, then
abruptly turned on his heel and went inside, leaving me alone.

I looked around, feeling self conscious, then realised there was no point,
there was no one for kilometres in any direction. I stripped naked, placing
my clothing in a pile on the verandah, and padded gingerly toward the
stream. The water was clear and cool, but not too cold, and wonderfully
refreshing after the dust and heat of the day, and I was soon fully
immersed, rubbing myself down and washing away the dust. I relaxed in the
freshness, enjoying myself, until I heard his voice booming out from the
cabin, only about a hundred metres away. "Enough! Get up here, now!"

Quickly I climbed up the bank, and trotted back to the house, still dripping
wet and trying to shake off the excess moisture. He came out to meet me, a
towel in his hand. Without a word, he rubbed me down, examining my body more
closely as he did. Involuntarily, my cock began to harden with anticipation.

"Bit scrawny, but you'll do. Could use some more meat on you, but that's the
city life!" he murmured. Seeing the beginning of my erection, he snorted.
"Bit early for that, son. I'll let you know when I'm ready." His dismissal
deflated both my ego and my urge, and my prick returned to flaccidity fast.
"Inside!" he commanded, and I obeyed. The cottage consisted of a reasonably
large open area which combined as kitchen and living room, with two doors
opening from it. Both were open, and through one I could see a bed, through
the other a storage area stacked with boxes and shelves full of books. As I
entered, he followed me, his hands going to my shoulders and pushing me down
onto my knees.

"A slave should be properly attired," he stated. I nodded agreement.

"Yes, Sir."

With that he stood behind me and fitted a leather collar around my neck,
fastening it in place with a small padlock which he snapped closed. I was
startled by the feel, but accepted it, promising myself to abide by our
agreement. From the collar, a length of chain dangled, the other end of the
chain firmly in his hand. With the collar in place he stepped in front of
me.

"Hands!" he said, and I held mine up to him. On each wrist he fixed leather
cuffs, buckled tightly in place, over the cuffs went metal handcuffs,
ensuring my hands were disabled in front of me. Similar leather restraints
went around my ankles, joined by a metal bar so that if I were to get to my
feet I could only hobble slowly about the room.

"Hmmphh!" he muttered as my restraints were fitted in place. "Always wanted
a dog. Pity it's not a better specimen, but you'll do for the time being."
With that he tore a couple of pieces of meat from a leg on the bench, and
dropped them on a plate in front of me. "Eat!" he said, sitting and
watching. With my hands cuffed, all I could do was bend forward and bite at
the tough cold meat as it sat on the plate. I chewed as best I could,
forcing myself to swallow both the food and my dignity. I had agreed to this
in order to secure his help, and I was going to see it through. As I
finished, he looked at me, and I saw approval in his eyes. "Thirsty?" he
asked, and I nodded. Another bowl was placed on the floor before me, filled
with clear water. Again, the only way I could get any of it was to sink my
face into the water and drink at it like a dog, which I did. Sitting back
up, I tried to lick my lips, to clear my face of the remaining droplets. He
smiled, patting me on the head. "Good dog," he said, "I think I'm gonna
enjoy these next few days."

Laughing softly at his own joke, he stood and casually stripped his clothes
off. I watched, fascinated as his body was exposed. He was massive, hairy
and tanned. His arms were thick and powerful, his legs like tree-trunks. His
chest was chiselled and taut, and as the light top was thrown to the floor I
saw his nipples were pierced, set through with heavy silver rings. The sight
of him like this, stripping before me, was hot, erotic, and I began to
develop an erection, stirred on by the pure masculine sexuality of this
mountain of man who obviously intended that I would be his toy for the next
few days. Clad now only in a pair of loose shorts, he laughed again when he
saw my hardening cock.

"You are eager, aren't you, pussy?" he said evilly. "I'll have to do
something about that." He left me there, kneeling on the floor, and went
into the third room of his cottage, rummaging amongst some things there, out
of my view. When he returned, he had a thin piece of leather, like a shoe
string. Commanding me to sit up, he knelt and quickly wound the thing around
the base of my shaft, tightly, and I felt the blood constricting as he did.
The same piece of leather was long enough for him to keep winding, so that
he also separated my balls from my cock and from my body, forcing them down
into my nutsack. The ache began almost immediately, a dull internal pain
which somehow seemed to intensify my erection.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he stood back in front of me, so I could see
him clearly in his entirety. Easily visible, and becoming more obvious by
the second, was the growing bulge which tented the material of his shorts.
He grinned again, and said to himself, "Yeah, gonna enjoy this a whole lot."

Shucking the shorts down, and stepping out of them, he revealed himself to
me in his full glory. I gasped. His cock was huge, at least ten inches long
and thick as a cucumber. And pierced! A silver Prince Albert ring took pride
of place through that massive cockhead, exiting his piss slit and curving
around to enter the skin again just below the V point cut of his glans. I
was excited and scared. I had seen PA's before, but never had sex with
anyone who had one.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, involuntarily.

His slap caught me on the side of the face. Not hard enough to injure, or
even cause serious pain, but enough to teach me a lesson. "You'll speak when
I tell you to. And I won't tell you to. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." His hand raised again, as I bit my lip, and nodded vigorously.

"Good. Remember that, shit head." He stepped forward, pulling at the chain
attached to my neck. "Now, since you've been a good dog, here's a nice
fleshy bone for you to chew on." And with that he pulled my face towards his
huge, throbbing cock.

My eyes wide with amazement, I approached him as best I could, shuffling on
my knees. I opened my lips wide as I tried to swallow him. Licking and
slurping in an attempt to cover his meat with saliva and make it easier to
accept, I bobbed at the head of his cock. The metal of his PA was cool on my
tongue, and I licked around the points where the ring pierced his flesh. I
suckled at his dong like a baby on a teat, coating him with mucous as I
dived little by little, further onto the massive pole. He became irritated
with my slow progress, his hands falling to the back of my head, and he
began to force me further onto himself, shoving his raging prong into my
gullet. I tried desperately not to gag as the thick fleshy rod filled my
throat, the ring of metal scraping at the back of my neck. He tasted musky
yet clean, and I slowly began to accept him into my raw mouth as he started
to fuck my face, firm and determined. I learnt quickly to grab breaths of
air as he pulled back, and to hold that breath as he sank himself into me
again.

As I became accustomed to his rhythm, my cock swelled and ached, the blood
pumped and constrained by the leather strap around me. I slurped on him,
licked and swallowed his weapon, and suddenly knew I was enjoying this. I
was horny! I wanted more as I became the aggressor, attacking his meat and
sucking on him, trying to take all of him as much as I possibly could. My
balls ached, but the ache only served to intensify my lust, the pain of
restriction adding to the sensations racking my body as I knelt before this
man-bear and serviced him like an animal.

His body tensed at my continued attack, and I knew he was close. I dived
again, determined to milk his juice from him, and his hands remained at my
head guiding me down onto that rampant prong and shoving my face into his
groin. I felt him shudder, and tasted the salty precum as his passion grew.
His cock began to expand even further and I thought it would choke me, but
instead he reefed my face away from him at the last moment, and held me
tightly, a few centimetres away from him as his orgasm struck. Searing white
hot globs of cum spewed from him, splashing onto my face, spattering over my
eyes and down my nose. Another burst erupted from his cock and my chest was
sprayed with his jism, the sticky essence clinging to my skin. He pushed me
to the floor, so I lay flat below him, and his hands gripped his huge tool,
wringing the last of his ejaculate from himself over my prone form. Spent
for the moment, he stood there as the final droplets hung from his still
hard cock in long strands down onto my greasy, slimed gut.

He laughed with approval as I looked at him, desperate for my own release.
My cock throbbed with need and filled with blood. My balls rolled and ached
for release, and he sat, watching and grinning. "Come here, dog boy!" he
commanded. Quickly I shuffled onto my knees and inched towards him. "Good
dog," he said as he patted my head, resting my chin on his knee. Incredibly,
I was pleased! I enjoyed his approval. So close to him again, I could smell
the musky scent of him, could feel the heat of his skin against me.
Impulsively, without thinking, desperate for release, I sidled closer so
that my aching cock was against his leg. Feeling the heat of contact, I
rubbed against him, trying to bring myself off. Slicked and covered in his
cum, I actually rutted against his leg like a dog. The friction of his hairy
skin against my rampant needy dong was exciting, was good, but it was not
enough with the leather tied tightly around my nuts, and I collapsed in
frustration.

He laughed a hearty bellowing laugh at me then. "Excellent, perfect, a true
dog!" he declared. Lifting me by the arms, he made me stand, and he removed
the binding thong wrapped around me. The relief, the sudden rush of blood
back into deprived veins was painful in itself, but as I gasped, he took
hold of my cock in one hand and flailed at it hard. It took no more than a
few strokes before my testicles exploded and my cock twitched. As I moaned
and humped at air, he gripped me harder, then aimed my cock into a glass
tumbler and released me, capturing my cum in the container as he directed
the way I was to be allowed to ejaculate.

I shuddered to a finish, grateful for the release he had provided, and
slumped back to my knees. He stood over me as I did, and poured the contents
of the cup, my essence, onto his cock, allowing the excess to fall onto my
own body again. Standing astride me, he waved his still semi-erect weapon in
my face again.

"Here, pussy boy, I've spilt something on my cock." He pointed at the long
fleshy pole dripping with the creamy gobs of my jism. "Clean it up!" Doing
as I was told I eagerly licked at him, slurping all around his cockhead and
up and down his shaft, swallowing my own juice as I licked it from him and
cleaned his dick for him. As I did, my skin tingled, my nerves alive with
sensations. I could feel that my own erection had not subsided as usual, but
was still very much alive as my cock throbbed.

My attention to his penis, licking and cleaning it, had resulted in him
getting harder again. His prick had never really gone soft, but now it grew
from semi-hardness to rampant, throbbing weapon yet again. I worked my
tongue up and along his shaft, closing my teeth over the metal of his PA and
trying to pull at it gently. When I began to open my lips, ready to swallow
him yet again, he backed off, lifting my head away from his pulsing meat.
Not speaking, he reached down to my chest, taking each of my nipples between
his thumbs and forefingers.

"Pity," he murmured, "these tits should be pierced and ringed, they'd make
better sport if they were."

Still, he pinched tightly at the nubs of skin, sending tingling pain
shooting through my chest. I did my best to muffle a yell, as he twisted and
pulled at the hard brown skin again. The more I winced, the harder he
tweaked and pulled at me, yet the longer it went on, the less the pain
bothered me. Mixing with that pain now, gradually outweighing it, was the
most intense pleasure. It was as if my nipples were connected directly to my
cock, so that as he punished them, shooting bolts of intense sensation
stabbed my chest and made my cock throb and twitch with growing need. He
watched me carefully as my face showed the change from pain to enjoyment,
studied me as I began to gasp with the increasing delight of ecstatic joy at
the sensations shooting through my body.

"Shame I don't have more time, or didn't find you when I was back in the
city. You have real potential, boy. With the right training you could have
been a damn good slave." I said nothing, yet although my rational mind said
I should be insulted or demeaned by his words, instead I felt a real
pleasure, a serious pride, that I could please him, gain the approval of
this powerful man who had control of me.

Releasing his hands from my now throbbing tits, he waved his massive cock in
front of my face, droplets of pre-cum escaping from his slit and spattering
on my eyes and cheeks. I tried to lick them off, to taste his essence again.
As I did, he took his mighty prong in his hand and slapped it against the
side of my face. The tingling of my skin was like fire to me, the solid
hardness of him like the steel of his piercing as his meat struck me. I
opened my mouth, ready for him again, but he stood up over me.

"You want this bone, dog? Fine, but it's not your mouth that you'll eat it
with." He laughed again, and pushed my head down to the floor, kicking my
legs forward so that I was doubled over, my face on the ground and my arse
pointing high into the air. He knelt behind me, quickly snapping a leather
cockring around the base of my shaft, tight but not as constricting as the
leather thong he had used before. Then he stood again, and a slap from his
bare hand landed on my butt cheek. I jumped, but said nothing, and he
murmured again, "good dog!" I heard some movement, and felt the coolness of
a gel substance being spread down the crack of my arse and around my
twitching, puckering hole.

With one finger he eased the lube into me, massaging it through the muscles
of my sphincter and opening my chute as he did. A second finger followed as
he explored me, stretched my hole in readiness for what was to come. I
relaxed as I could, allowing him easy access through the upturned target of
my anus. A third finger was introduced, and I squirmed with a little
discomfort as he forced the three digits into me, bending his fingers within
to massage the inner ring of muscle and coax my body open even further.

Suddenly the fingers were withdrawn. I gasped at the sudden emptiness, only
to feel the pressure of cold steel against me. He had positioned himself so
that he stood astride me, his feet by my knees as he hovered over me. My
arse sticking up in the air was directly below him, and he pushed his cock
down so that it aimed directly at the inviting pink rosebud that was my
rectum. Bending his knees to lower himself, he nudged the metal of his PA up
against the tender skin of my arse. I shuddered with both anticipation and
uncertainty. I had never before been fucked by someone with a Prince Albert,
and had no idea whether it would be painful, or more difficult than a
`normal' coupling.

With his huge dripping dong in one hand, he gradually lowered himself so
that he was directly above me and against me. I felt the silver against my
anus, and tried to relax, willing myself to open for him. He moved his cock
back and forward against the twitching muscle, easing the metal into my
arse, guiding it through the resisting sphincter. I tried to push back, to
expand my hole to him. The metal ring embedded in his throbbing meat edged
into my anus, the unfamiliar shape and unyielding solidity of the steel
causing a surprisingly pleasant sensation as it slid within my rectum.
Following hard behind the silver, his large round cockhead stretched me,
forcing my resisting muscles apart as he prodded irresistibly into my empty
cavern. After the stretching from his fingers, and the anticipation of
having his pierced dong enter me, I was amazed to find that there was very
little pain with this slow assault upon me. Discomfort was a better
description, as the thick turgidity of his pole held my protesting anus wide
and the long veiny shaft began to slide through my ring of muscle. There was
a moment of stretching ache with the beginning of his journey, and then
suddenly the entire throbbing head of his manhood was inside, my sphincter
closing around the lip of his glans and gripping at him.

I flexed myself at that point, clenched against the invading enormity, and
relaxed again, accepting his insertion and allowing the tendrils of pleasure
to make their way through my nerve endings. I moaned softly at the growing
delight and he steadied himself for a moment, his hands gripping my hips as
he hunched over me. Suddenly, without warning, he dropped his weight down
onto me, shoving his long rod all the way into my body. My face was crushed
into the floor, my rectum stabbed by the length of him as the metal ring in
his cock scraped its way up my bowel and dragged across my prostate.
Involuntarily, I let out a long "unnnhhhhh" as the combination of pain and
pleasure assaulted my senses.

He slapped my butt with his open hand as he dropped onto me, his huge hairy
balls crashing into the orbs of my cheeks. "Shut up, pig, and take it the
way you deserve it!" he hissed. Using his knees as leverage, and placing his
hands on my back, he started to lift and drop, the thick shaft of his
masculinity riding in and out of my anus. With each up and down movement the
PA scraped and pulled at my innards, pulling and shoving across my prostate
and sending shuddering pangs of almost unbearable pleasure racing through
me. As my arse clenched tightly around him with each withdrawal, he used his
not inconsiderable weight to pound that gigantic caber back into me. The
sheer force of his fucking was enormous, the humping shove of each entry
impaling my ravaged arse onto his huge dagger. I moaned and gasped with the
uncontrollable delight of his attack, writhed under him as he thrust himself
down into me and took possession of my body.

The crunching power of his fucking drove me into rapture. My gut felt like
it was being skewered and torn, but the pleasure it wrought was
inconceivable. I huffed and gasped, tried desperately to hold back against
the rising passion, but my entire body tingled with delight. Every nerve was
electrified, sending messages of twitching urgency to my brain. My very
being was concentrated on the rampaging battering ram which drove into my
arse, pulling back to crash in again, and my body wanted more! I ached,
trembled, needed to have all of him within me. As my emotions surrendered to
the assault, I lost control and my balls contracted, spewing their load of
juice into my swollen aching cock. I erupted, long streamers of white jizz
flying from me to soak the floor as my arse constricted around the source of
my joy, the giant log of manflesh that pierced my being.

I came, long and strong, a torrent of ejaculate pouring from me, and still
he shoved and grunted, fucked and humped at me. My orgasm slowed, eased and
finally stopped but the bear above me continued unabated, fucking harder,
faster, more furiously into my ripped and tender chute. Sweat dropped from
him, searing my back as he hunched and pounded, lifted and dropped again
into my arse. His breathing quickened, became gasps as he hissed and snorted
with exertion. His tempo increased so much that he was a piston, his weapon
a blur as he pumped in and out and he raged towards climax. With a roaring
bellow of capitulation, he reached the edge of the abyss and plunged over.
"FUUUCK, YESSS!!!" he screamed, his body crashing down one last time as his
entire weight fucked his pole into my body and his frame came to rest hard
against my back. I swore I could feel his cock swell within me, grow to fill
me completely, and then it jerked and exploded. Powerful spasms shook him as
he emptied the contents of his nuts into me, filled my body with his
essence. No longer moving, he shuddered against me as his mighty weapon shot
its load of mancum deep into my bowels, drowned my innards in creamy jism.

As the waves of passion slowly receded from him, he lifted away from me once
again, pulling himself from my gripping muscle with a greedy slurping
wetness. Letting out a long sigh of satisfaction, he slumped down, pushing
me forward so that I was now prone on the ground in front of him, and he
fell crashing onto me, wiping his slimy, cum slaked cock over my lower back
before he covered me with his body. "Fucken' hell, boy, I needed that BAD!"
he hissed, before standing and pushing me over onto my back with his foot.
He smiled down at me then. "Good dog," he laughed, "very good dog." My heart
raced at the words, my emotions running wild. For some inexplicable reason I
was immensely happy that he had enjoyed using me as he had. I almost forgot
how incredibly erotic the experience had been for me as well. Almost. I
would never really forget it; I had just enjoyed the most intensely
pleasurable fucking of my  life up until that time.

To be continued ....

Comments, complaints or compliments? Contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com

This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!