Adventures on Hor Ch. 05: Santini

Cat shifted her weight to her left arm and motioned with the other to the men around her. She opened her mouth wide as she used her hand to motion a man to her head. When one made the connection, dropped his pants, and presented his hard cock to her, she engulfed it into her mouth, pressing forward until her nose was touching his coarse pubic hair. The man in her mouth groaned at the warm, moist feel of her sucking mouth on his cock. Soon, he added grunts as he began fucking into her mouth. He was no bigger than the man in her pussy so even fully in her mouth his cock never passed further than the entrance to her throat, which she kept open while breathing primarily through her nose. Her dedicated practice to deep-throat Goran was an uncommon skill on HOR.

When the man fucking her from behind climaxed, releasing his sperm into her pussy, he unceremoniously pulled out and was replaced quickly by another man. The same would happen in her mouth. Soon, she had had several men filling mouth and pussy, and more were waiting. By the end, when the last man had dumped his cum into her, she collapsed onto the pillow that had protected her knees throughout the gangbang. Both her mouth and pussy leaked semen. She rolled off the large pillow to her knees as she rose to her feet. She walked deliberately, though a bit wobbly, to Goran without a further glance to the men who were again lounging on other pillows and being served a drink by slaves.

Arriving where Goran and Santini sat in chairs, she obediently resumed the kneeling presentation position. With her spread knees, she was very aware the leaking cum from her fucking was dripping to the floor below her. She discretely looked up at Goran who had been in deep conversation with Santini. When his eyes made contact with hers, she used her tongue to obscenely pull cum from her lips and the corner of her mouth. Her lips smacked as she brought her tongue inside. Goran struggled to hold back a smile of amusement.

It was dark by the time they left Santini's compound and wound their way through the narrow streets back toward the stable where the borsin was corralled and the room Goran had rented for them nearby. Along the way, Cat asked, "What did he want of you, Master?"

"Bartle."

Hearing the name caused Cat to stutter step. Goran saw it and quickly turned, stepping into her, and pressing her body again covered by her enticing gown into the nearby wall. He kissed her hard and muttered through the kiss, "Shhh... not another word about it until we are out of here. A place like this... there are ears."

A few steps later, Cat had something else to say. "Master... I would like a bath when we get to the room."

It was visually important for him to stay a step ahead of her, but he slowed and spoke over his shoulder, "A bath? It's late, Cat, and I..."

"You have your need. I know, Master, I felt it pressing into me back there." She softly giggled. "I saw that you rejected the other slaves, Master. My body is a mess from the other men... I want to present a clean body to you, Master."

Cat had carried several buckets of freshwater up to the community bathroom to clean herself in the small tub. As she washed away the remnants of her gangbang at Santini's, she remembered moments of the experience. She had achieved several good orgasms but the men were an uncaring group, wanting only their release. That was, of course, the norm on HOR. Men used women in general but were especially uncaring with the slaves. But as she washed away the stray cum from her body and dipped her fingers into her pussy to clean it out as much as possible, her body began to tingle, her nipples harden, and it had nothing to do with the coolness of the water she sat in. After being ravaged by a dozen men or so, her jaw ached a bit from the many cocks she sucked and her pussy was a bit tender, but she yearned for a truly good fuck. Her body's arousal spiked as she anticipated Goran's cock and it wasn't just its much larger size. He was a caring lover... yes, a lover. He would have to be her Master and the connection of love would have to be hidden privately between them... but it was the real bind between them.

Cat entered the room, her body cleaned with drops of water still clinging to her skin, the small towel available inadequate to soak up all the moisture. She gasped when she saw him standing by the bed. He was naked and no matter how often she saw his body it overwhelmed her, even from the back. His back spread like a huge fan, his waist and ass were tight and narrow, his thighs and calves were knots of muscle. When he turned to face her, she gasped, again. She dropped into the kneeling presentation pose; her eyes fixed on a sight that instantly opened the floodway in her pussy. His magnificent cock stood proudly erect and completely distracted her from appreciating his muscular front.

She softly beseeched him, "Master, your slave has cleaned herself for your pleasure."

He grasped his cock and slowly stroked it before her, "This is what happens when I think about you, Cat." He stepped until he was directly in front of her. "How do you propose taking care of this?"

Her hands reached out and replaced his. She wrapped both hands around the shaft and leaned forward to lick the remaining portion above her hands, loving both the image of such a cock and the anticipation of feeling it inside her body. A smile curled the corners of her mouth, "I have many ideas, Master."

Cat took the head of his cock into her mouth, coated it with her saliva, removed one hand and pressed her mouth over his cock, pulled back, and removed her other hand as she pushed back down the length of it, back and forth until he moaned at the feeling of his cock head entering her throat and being pressed deeper down her throat. He gasped out, "What do you... have in mind... my lusty slave?"

She pulled back, removing his cock from her mouth, licking her saliva off it, then looking up at him with lust-crazed eyes and spoke with a tone of command far beyond what should be in a slave's voice, "I will suck you and swallow your cum. Then, I will bring you back and I have a special request of you, Master." He looked down at her as she licked his cock between speaking, his vision fogged by his reciprocating lust for the specific pleasures he so enjoyed when he rejected the other slaves earlier. "I want you to take my ass, Master."

That wasn't a casual request for Cat. She had not been a sexual prude on Earth but the idea of taking Goran's large cock was a daunting idea but one she had been pondering. She wanted her submission and commitment to this man to be complete. She wanted another way to show him everything about her was his: every hole in her body was his for pleasure; she would fight alongside him, and she would be an extension of his will in any manner he would need.

He reached down and lifted her chin to gaze into her eyes. He chuckled, "Your ass? Another 21st-century thing?"

She kissed the cock in her hands while holding his gaze, "Actually, probably a 20th-century thing. But it was often a sign of commitment or domination. In this case both: my complete submission to your domination." She licked the length of his cock in a teasing way as she formed the next words. "You wanted an exceptional slave in the eyes of others. Another situation like tonight... if I were servicing three men at the same time..."

"Cat... you saw the looks when you pulled another man to your mouth the first time. Then, it was like a frenzy. I watched the other slaves, too. They saw what was in their future. Exceptional, indeed. First, shaved. Then, two men at once. Now, three men in three holes? I suspect word will be spreading about my slave..." He pondered for a moment, "It's done on Earth..." She nodded, shyly. "Won't that hurt?"

She nodded, again. "But, if you are gentle, the muscles will adjust... even to your size."

He shook his head, but she understood it was in wonder to her offering, not a denial. She resumed voraciously sucking his cock. She knew he was in desperate need after watching her being ravaged at the hands, or cocks, of the other men. She took him deeper and deeper until she again had his cock stroking into her throat. She felt his cock swell and pulse. She held it in her throat for a moment longer, flexing the muscles of her throat around it, before pulling back as his cock began twitching followed by a violent jerking as she positioned the cock head at the opening of her throat. Never before had she attempted that but was another new experience she had earlier decided to add for him. His climax was almost painfully constricted by her mouth and throat. The first spurt of cum spewed down her open throat and she gulped to keep from choking as she breathed through her nose between spurts of cum pouring down.

Goran staggered momentarily, using his hand on her head for balance as his climax rocked his body and mind, his head sagged back on his neck, his mouth gaping open as he gasped for breath. He looked down finally, marveling again at the woman kneeling before him as she sucked like a vacuum to pull the last of his cum into her mouth. After licking and sucking any last remnants of his climax from his cock, she stood and guided him to the bed, only to return her mouth, lips, and tongue to his cock. He gasped and groaned at the feeling of her attention, his cock beginning to soften but only for an instant before being stimulated to remain semi-hard. Within an amazingly short time, she was rising above his reclining body and straddling his hard cock. His mouth was opening and closing, gasping for breath, like a guppy out of water. She sat down on his cock, her pussy plunging down the length of it, then fucking him, bringing gasps and sighs from both of them. He only watched, curious of what would happen and how but also transfixed by her large breasts swaying, swinging, and bouncing before him like a sexual hypnotic spell.

When she pulled off him and knelt on the bed pointing toward his feet, he saw his glistening cock with her juices and watched her lay her head and chest on the bed, her hands spreading her ass cheeks to expose her puckered asshole. She was serious; she wanted to do this.

He rolled to his knees, then moved up behind her, his glistening cock in one hand as the other grasped her hip. He aligned his cock head to her closed hole and hesitated.

"Do it, Master. My entire being is yours. My body is for your pleasure and discretionary use. I will stand beside you against any foe."

He had a moment of wondering which one of them might have been more dominant if they had met on Earth in her time, but they weren't on Earth and it wasn't her time. He placed his cock against the puckered hole and pressed forward. It was like pressing against her thigh at first, then he saw her asshole push outward and his cock began stretching the opening into her. She grunted as his cock stretched her open until the head was suddenly past the sphincter and lodged tightly inside. Her hand moved from one cheek to his thigh and he understood the intention for him to pause. She was gasping, panting, her face turned on the bed showing her eyes tightly squeezed, her mouth gasping for air, her nose flaring to taking in air, too. He felt her ass pulse around his cock, the tightness was intense and he doubted this was going to work.

It took Cat many moments to gather herself, to control her labored breathing, and ease the impulse to push him out of her hole. The few times she had given her asshole to a lover before, the cocks were so much smaller and much thinner. This felt every bit like sacrificing herself but, in her mind, it was not a sacrifice as much as an ultimate gift, something that hadn't been experienced by him or practiced on HOR.

When her body had relaxed around the massive pole just inside her, it came to her mind as an after-thought, a sudden realization that the pain had dissipated, that her ass was clenching around the head of his cock as if milking it, as if attempting to entice it further inside. She took a deep breath and pushed back against him tentatively. With her hand still on his thigh, she pushed back, pulled, and pressed again. She took inches more each time. She remembered the first time he fucked her pussy and how that had felt. This was so much more intense. She took another deep breath, released her controlling hand on him, and pressed back hard.

He saw and felt her release of control over the situation. Her hand off him, his cock sinking several more inches inside her, he took her hips in his hands and took control. He had never imagined the fucking into a sleeve so tightly wrapped around his cock. If he hadn't just been brought to climax, he was sure he would have already been spurting cum.

Cat had never orgasmed from only anal penetration before. If she did orgasm while being fucked in the ass, it always seemed to be from stimulation of her clit by herself or her lover. This was completely different. She was a limp rag doll underneath Goran. Once he got going, he fucked her ass like the demon this world thought he was. Her mouth hung open, drool leaking out unconsciously, her head and upper body pressed into the bed surface, his cock driving into her ass in long, strong strokes. Her first orgasm shook her, her eyes rolling back in her head leaving her in a blank, shrouded impression of her surroundings. When her eyes rolled back and her vision slowly focused, he was still pounding into her ass. She was registering nothing but the erotic stimulation emanating from her ass into her pussy and up through her body. Her entire body began shivering with another orgasm approaching when she felt his pile-driving cock swell and jerk inside her ass. She felt every spurt shooting inside her, seemingly flooding into her bowels... and she orgasmed, again.

When she came to, her first sense was his body pressing tightly against her back, his arms wrapped protectively around her. He must have sensed or felt a change in her breathing or body. His question came to her softly and with concern, "Are you alright, Cat? Did I hurt you too much?"

Cat pressed her ass into his soft cock and hips while wiggling against his powerful chest. She breathed in and released a satisfied sigh. She turned in his arms, "I am completely yours, Master. Do you desire to use me, again?"

He sighed contentedly, held her, and rolled onto his back and pulling her with him so she lay along his side, her arm crossing his chest and her leg draping over his thigh. He stroked her back gently from her shoulder to her butt. "I desire that you sleep, now. We have much traveling to do and as much planning."

She wanted details. It was her old self still wanting some measure of control, but she instantly released the impulse. She snuggled into him, secure in his arms. He would divulge what needed to be when it was safe. As her eyes drooped, she did wonder what Santini's mission request was. She also wondered if Goran had accepted it...