MasterPC Ch. 03

Now, David undressed. When he was naked, he took the bottle of lube from the bag and opened it, removing the inner foil seal. From the black Lands End bag next to the desk, he removed a medium sized flesh colored butt plug which he then covered with a liberal dose of lubricant. Kneeling between Heather's legs, he tipped up the lube bottle over her ass and allowed some to dribble down the crack. Setting the bottle aside, he worked the slippery stuff into Heather's asshole with two fingers. She moaned. This was virgin territory for her, at least for now.

When he thought the time was right, David began to work the butt plug into Heather's ass. He was patient – when it comes to anal sex, the word "hurry" should never be used. She groaned and gasped as more and more of the plastic invader disappeared. Finally, with an almost audible pop, the thickest part of the plug breached the muscle barrier and the plug was firmly seated.

David wiped his fingers off with a towel and then sat back to admire his handy work. He smiled. Heather was panting with excitement. She'd never been handled this way before by anyone. She was usually the one calling the shots. Men were easily led because mostly they thought with their dicks around her.

Now, David fisted his raging erection, poured some lube on the tip, and positioned it just below the portion of the butt plug protruding from Heather's asshole. Her pussy was the target and David hit it dead center. He gave her the head and first few inches of his thick cock, bringing a prolonged gasp that turned into a moan as the penetration continued one slow fraction of an inch at a time.

The amount of self discipline involved (for David) here was remarkable. His mind was on fire with lust for this little chicklette. But he persisted in staying with the plan. A long slow penetration would be followed by an equally slow withdrawal.

Heather was panting now. She'd never felt so full in all her life. Before tonight the only thing she'd ever had in her ass was her own finger, once, just to see what it was like. Now, she had what seemed to her to be a tree trunk in her asshole while a granite pillar was being shoved up into her guts right next to it. It was wonderful. She was on the edge of another orgasmic abyss. And David hadn't really even started fucking her yet.

When David felt his balls touch the quivering flesh at the top of Heather's slit and he felt his belly make contact with the butt end of the butt plug, David stopped the forward motion of his hips. He held his cock where it was, flexing it, letting Heather feel every last centimeter of it. Then he began to pull it back. Slowly, just as he'd done when he pushed it in, he pulled all of his cock out of Heather's clasping fuck tunnel until only the head and first inch or so of the shaft was still submerged. Then he pushed it back in, a bit more quickly. Out. In. Out. In. Now picking up the pace. Bouncing his belly into the butt plug making it move in Heather's ass. She was helpless to do anything but take it and that's the way she wanted it.

"Speak slut puppy and tell Daddy what you're feeling," David said as he reached around and removed the panty gag from the young coed's mouth.

"Oh...ungh...my...ungh...fucking...ungh...god...ungh...I'm...ungh...so...ungh...full...ungh...feels...so...good..."

"Do not even think of cumming without permission, little slutpuppy," David hissed at her sensing that she was about to go careening off into the climax dimension.

"P-p-p-p-p-please, Daddy, may I cum?"

"Not yet, slutpuppy. Not yet."

Heather was grunting like a sow on every stroke as David began seriously plowing her pussy. Sweat was running down her back, dripping off her face, and running down her chest. Being tied up is very physically taxing. David knew he couldn't keep her in this position for much longer. His strokes were still long but increasingly quick. He had her hips in both hands and was moving her back and forth on his cock in time with his hip movements.

"Please, Daddy, I can't hold it much longer," Heather moaned.

"Then cum, for Daddy, little slutpuppy bitch. Cum!"

Heather's moans and grunts combined in a high keening wail as her body went rigid once more and she began to cum. David never slowed his pace. He fucked right through one orgasm and into another. Heather's wailing was a ululation that went on and on. She was babbling, forgetting that she only had permission to speak when it was granted.

"Daaaaaaaaddddddddyyyyyyyyy....FUCK ME!"

David felt her insides clench around his cock and he let his own orgasm go. It was massive. It matched Heather's for intensity, that's for sure. He came and came and came – a gusher of semen that quickly overflowed the tiny spaces not occupied by his huge cock and dripped on the towels under Heather's body along with her own copious ejaculations. She came so hard that she popped the butt plug out of her ass. David tossed it aside, one small part of his brain registering that it was perfectly clean – she'd done a good job there.

Finally, he pulled her hips to him as he pushed forward against them and his cock jerked out the last spurts of his precious bodily fluids. He withdrew and quickly untied the young blond, pulling her into an embrace, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, and then her mouth.

Tears ran down her face. David kissed them away.

He had planned on doing a lot more with Heather, but he sensed that she was, for the moment, spent – evidenced by the fact that she'd gone asleep in his arms. He grinned. Well, sooner or later, she'd wake up. And then they'd play some more. Heather's penance was not complete by any means. And, he still had lots of rope, lots of lube, a bag of wooden clothes pins, and a big old Hitachi vibrator that they hadn't even opened yet...

I'm sure you can use your imagination to determine how the rest of the evening went...