22. Scott #2
One finger, then two, breach my entrance, slowly pushing in and out as they press deeper. I groan into the feeling of his fingers stretching and filling me. Heat rushes through my veins, and I give in to the rush of need that feels stronger than my heartbeat right now.
I love having Naz inside me. His fingers, his tongue, his cock.
I’m verse, but the dynamic of our sessions often has me topping, which I love.
Outside of our sessions, I actually prefer bottoming.
I’ve taken Naz’s thick dick plenty of times before, but it’s always ‘topping from the bottom’, where I control every aspect, fucking myself on his dick and telling him how to give me what I want.
This is going to be entirely different, and I’m so here for it, I’m barely holding back the need to blow my load. Which I think Naz knows, and is using against me.
“You know the rules, Scott. You can’t come until I tell you to.
This is punishment for all those times you brought me to the edge only to make me hold back.
” I groan, loving and hating this game all at once.
“Look at these big, full balls,” Naz says, fondling and pulling on them while he continues to stretch my ass.
“I can tell how ready you are to empty these big boys.”
What happens next is entirely his fault, and he knows it. Naz crooks his fingers just right while squeezing his fist down my cock like he’s trying to force something out of it. And I can’t help it.
I blow.
All over Naz’s hands and all over the floor. Pulse after pulse of cum splashes everywhere, all while Naz keeps my orgasm going by replacing his fingers with the plug, fucking it in and out of me until I’m trembling and barely able to hold myself up on my hands and knees.
“Such a bad dog,” he admonishes while fitting the base of the plug against my still-pulsing hole. “Just look at this mess.”
Naz stands, tsking as he looks down at me. “What am I going to do with you?”
I have a few ideas. Starting with releasing that snake in his underwear and punishing me with it. His cock is hard, straining and leaking in his tight boxer briefs.
Playfully, I nudge my leather dog snout between his thighs. When he doesn’t scold me, I do it again and am rewarded by the widening of his legs. Groaning, I nuzzle against his heavy balls and wish I could get my mouth on him.
Abruptly, Naz lets out a snort. I look up to find him with one hand over his mouth, trying to hold back laughter. His eyes are tearing up as he looks down and says, “Does doggy want a bone?”
Unable to help myself, I crack up right along with him. Once we catch our breath, I answer, “You’re damn right I do.”
Instead, Naz swats me on the ass, making the tail wag, the pressure inside me shifting with the movement, making me gasp.
“Sit.”
I sit as I’m told. Trembling, I look up at him. Behind me, my tail presses against the ground, pushing the plug harder inside me. There’s so much pressure against my prostate, my cock can’t even soften. It stays at half-mast, still throbbing.
Naz leans down and unfastens the leather snout from my mask. “You have a mess to clean up, boy. If you do a good job, I might give you a treat.”
My gaze drops to his bulge, and I lick my lips. He tilts his head and gestures for me to get to work.
Keeping my eyes on him as much as possible, I lower myself so I’m resting on my forearms, back arched, ass presented high in the air, wagging tail and all. I make a show of licking my cum from the ground, swiping my tongue over the hardwood in long, broad strokes.
Meanwhile, Naz takes a seat on the couch, leans back, and releases his cock from the confines of his tight underwear. He watches me closely, stroking his hand up and down my prize so slowly, I know he’s doing it for my benefit alone.
When I’m done licking up every drop, I sit and wait for my next command.
“Good boy. Now come here and lick me.”
Crawling over to kneel between his legs, I waste no time running the flat of my tongue from his base to tip. I do it again, then again, lapping at the salty taste of his skin and the slightly sweet bitterness of his precum.
It’s not enough though. I want more.
Without asking or waiting for permission, I reach for the waistband of his underwear and pull them down his thighs. Naz grabs the leash and pulls it taut.
“Just who’s in charge here, pup?”
The sound that rumbles from my chest starts as a whine, but morphs into something that sounds more like a pained growl.
Despite his admonishment, Naz lifts his hips so I can resume pulling his underwear off.
He doesn’t complain or stop me when I adjust his body so I can better reach all the parts of him I want to lick.
He’s slouched down with his ass hanging off the edge and one foot propped on the arm.
I resume my task with enthusiasm, licking over his taint and balls, up his shaft to the sensitive spot just beneath the crown.
I use soft little kitten licks to drink precum from his slit, and make my way back down, lower and lower in broad, wet swipes of my tongue.
When my tongue reaches his hole, he groans and the leash tightens, holding me close as I make a wet feast of his ass.
I lap at him with abandon, grunting and groaning when his hand lands on the back of my head, pressing me into him, grinding against my mouth as I spear my tongue into his still-swollen opening.
I imagine that he still tastes like me, that there’s still some of my release left inside him, and I double my efforts, trying to reach whatever might be left behind.
“Fuck, Scott!”
Part of me doesn’t want to stop. The sounds of his slick fist working his cock as I eat him out like a starving beast makes me want to feel his ass pulse around my tongue when he comes.
I desperately want him inside me, replacing the oscillating pressure of the tail.
I keep going, submitting to the pressure of his hand and the leash keeping my face stuffed into his ass, until I’m finally let up for breath.
Naz releases me, and I fall back, breathing heavily. My hand keeps working my cock, which I wasn’t even aware I was doing. If he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t say anything. Only slides to the ground next to me and settles himself at my back.
His teeth press into the back of my neck. “Bend over and show me what belongs to me.”
Half choking on saliva, I fall forward on my forearms and present my ass to him again.
“Wag for me,” he commands, and I do. The pressure inside me jostles, making me groan. It’s such an odd sensation, more heavy than it is full, the weight adjusting inside with every movement.
“Good boy.”
Naz swats lightly at the plug to make it wag, drawing a gasp out of me. He then grips the base and pulls it out, only to push it in again before the tapered end pops out. I feel a cold drip of lube down my crack again as he continues to fuck me with the plug, pushing the slick liquid inside me.
Finally, the plug is dropped on the floor next to me. Naz lines himself up and presses so that just his crown is inside me. The stretch and anticipation of being filled is excruciating.
“Where do you want me to…”
“Inside me,” I say quickly. “Breed me like a bitch in heat.”
“Jesus.” Naz huffs but surges forward, filling me in one rough thrust.
“More,” I grunt. “More.”
My harness pulls as Naz wraps the leash around one hand, the other holding my hip to keep me steady as he pulls out and slams into me again.
Stars burst behind my eyes in a flare of pleasure tinged with a slight edge of pain.
A wave of euphoria crashes over me as I give in to Naz’s control of my body.
Pinpricks of electricity dance over my skin.
My blood rushes harshly through my veins, my heart pumping overtime to keep up with it.
If it weren’t for the intense pleasure keeping me grounded, I might very well float away.
I feel swimmy and liquid and nebulous, like I don’t really exist in my own body.
The rapid slap of Naz’s skin meeting mine, the relentless pounding of his cock inside me, the way he pushes against my back to get me at just the right angle so my prostate feels every sharp thrust is the only reality I know. The only reality I want to know.
With my cheek pressed to the ground and my breaths releasing in punches, I make one last plea.
It’s too quiet. The sounds of our feral fucking filling the space and too loud to be heard over.
My stomach muscles tighten and my ass clenches, and it’s enough.
Naz’s hips jerk, and he grunts out my name as his orgasm hits.
Knowing he’s marking me inside the way I did him turns me into a moaning mess, bawling and begging for him to breed me as he does exactly that. Naz slams into me two, three more times, then grinds his cock inside me, pushing his cum deeper inside me while he reaches down to finish me off.
He barely has to touch me. My cock erupts almost immediately. Naz moans and hisses as my ass clenches around him, but he stays inside me, stroking and grinding through the last pulses of my orgasm until every drop has been wrung from my body.
We collapse into a pool of cum and lube and sweat, Naz lying heavily on my back.
Neither of us says anything for a long time.
We lie there, catching our breaths, until Naz’s cock slips from my body.
He falls to the side, resting his head on the small of my back, while his fingers play in the wetness between my cheeks.
My thighs tremble when he pushes a finger inside me, returning the cum back to where it belongs and inadvertently stimulating my oversensitive gland in the process.
He plays with me like that until I can’t handle it anymore, hissing at the last swipe of his fingers inside me.
Naz pulls out and kisses my left cheek before returning his head to where it was.