Ass plugged, mouth full

I'm on all fours on the bed, naked, my tits swinging gently to and fro, my legs spread. I'm resting on my elbows and my forehead is pressed into a pillow, my ass poking temptingly into the air. You are standing behind me, your fingers soaked in slippery lube, and you're pushing your fingers in and out of my tight little knot, making me ready for the heavy steel plug that will fill my ass and render it out of action for at least this evening.

You say I'm too needy, too used to getting what I want, and most of the time what I want is your cock in my ass, filling me up, stretching me, making me gasp and wriggle and beg you to fuck me, harder and faster, like you own my holes (which you do). And you love doing it- I know, because you tell me so, whispering in my ear how tight it is, how good it feels as you force your way inside, how warm and sweet and dirty it feels around your cock. But I've got too used to getting what I want, when I want it (which is always, often, whenever, constantly). So you're going to teach me a lesson. You're going to make me hungry.

The plug is in my ass. You twist it a couple of times, pull it halfway out and push it back in so I can feel the width of the bulb stretching the tight ring of muscle to its limit. You let the plug rest, run your fingers down over my pussy lips and rub my clit gently before pulling your hand from between my legs and slapping me hard on the ass, three times, so the noise rings loudly around the room.

You walk around to the side of the bed, and I feel your hand running up and down my buttocks and my thighs and over my back, slowly, gently enough to put me on guard expecting more spanks, or a tight twist of my nipple. You ask me to kneel up and turn towards you, and I pull myself upright. I've not been able to see you, didn't realise you had taken your clothes off, was listening for the whir of your zip and the clink of the belt, the noise of your shirt being pulled off, pulling up the t-shirt beneath to reveal your belly and the spot at the base of your spine that you never let me kiss and nuzzle for as long as I want to.

You step closer to the bed. You're half hard and at the sight of your dick I feel my mouth open a little unbidden. It is embarrassing the effect it has on me, just the sight of it- not even being able to feel it, or taste it, just seeing it, watching it harden and thicken as I look at it. It makes me feel wriggly and stupid, looking at your cock, not knowing what your plans are for me, whether you will push it between my parted lips and order me not to suck, tease me and tell me I can't manage it, or wipe it wet and spit- soaked back and forth over my cheeks until I'm begging you to let me lick the head, just the tiniest little lick, or thrust it hard and fast and surprising all the way into my happy, waiting cunt.

I watch it hardening, bobbing gently, until you take it in your fist and jerk it a couple of times. You beckons me towards you with one finger, and I shuffle closer on my knees, grinning up at you.

'What do you want to do with my cock, little slut?', you ask, your fist moving slowly and luxuriously.

'Do you want to lick it, just the tip? I know you like that. Licking up my pre- cum. You like how it tastes, don't you? Swirling your tongue, making those little noises, like a little animal'.  

You move your hips towards me so your cock is just an inch from my mouth, and then laugh, pulling away and making me whimper. Then you bend a little and wrap your hand around the base of my neck, pulling my head towards you, pressing my face into the crease of your thigh, so hard that my nostrils are pushed closed against your flesh and I have to gasp air in though my mouth. Your voice hardens and takes on an almost mocking tone.  

'... or do you want me to fuck your throat? Push my fingers into your mouth until you gag, so you're all nice and drooly and I can slide it all the way down towards your tonsils? Is that it? Is that what you want? Of course it is. That's what my hungry little whore wants- a throat full of cock'.  

You loosen your grip on my neck and I spring back to look at you, my mouth falling open. You grab my jaw and, just as you promised, two of your fingers slide over my tongue and towards the back of my throat. I breathe deeply and look up at you, remembering everything you taught me as you trained out my gag reflex, remembering to breathe. You pull your fingers out and drive them back in, and after three or four times your fingers come out coated in thick glistening saliva. You murmur 'there we go', and push my hands down to my sides to let me know that all I am to use is my mouth, my tongue and my throat.  

I can feel wetness gathering between my legs, my heart beating in my cunt. I stick my tongue out desperately, and you smear the tip of your dick over my tongue then wipe it over my cheeks, slapping me in the face with it until I moan. You won't let me have it, you won't let me lick it and suck it and feel it filling my mouth and I need it, it's not fair. I can taste the gorgeous salty tang of your precum, just a suggestion of it, and I need more, I need to know that you are leaking for me the same way I am getting so wet for you. I open my mouth wider, as wide as it will go, and make pleading little noises- no words, it isn't the time for words.  

At last you let your cock rest on my tongue and I close my lips around it, encircling your shaft and letting out a groan of satisfaction. You pull your hips back and then press further in, and my eyelids droop half closed. I mumble your name around your now fully rigid dick as if to say thankyou, and you laugh and tells me I'm a good girl. I know that with every movement of your pelvis you will insinuate yourself further towards my throat, giving me time to relax into the feeling of being taken, of having my mouth used. I can hear you making little noises, hums and whispers as you build up a rhythm, fucking my face in a slow determined fashion until we both hear those slick wet noises, the sound of your cock stirring the spit in my mouth. When you push so far in that I cannot breathe I practise relaxing my throat, making little swallowing motions to massage the tip of your cock until I need to pull away, to gasp a lungful of air, and then swoop and slide until you are as deep and secure in my throat as I can take you, lodged as securely in my throat as the plug is in my ass.  

'ahhh... Good girl... My good little cocksucker...' you croon in a sing song voice, your knees bent slightly to ground yourself as you speed up your thrusts. 'I'm going to fuck your mouth... Until I'm close to cumming...' you pause, stroking my hair back from my forehead with your palm. 'and then we're going to have a little... break. You'll make me a drink... And play with yourself... And then I'm going to... Fuck your face a bit more...' you laugh, and caress my cheek as you fuck in and out of my mouth, strings of saliva dripping from your cock.' I know you love anal but... I want you... to love sucking your Master's dick... Just as much'.  

You jerk, and pull your cock out of my mouth, rest it against my cheek where I feel it pulsing with need, so close to shooting your load all over my face. With a gentle hand you wipe away the mascara I can picture running down my face in angry streaks, and I gasp one last time, and look up at you.  

'I do Master. I already do,' I sigh.