Coming of Age Pt. 03

I woke up the next day with a pretty sore throat and pussy, but still not able to resist rubbing one out in the shower and bed, sniffing my crusty returned panties, thinking about that afternoon's session with Ray...

I had no classes in the morning but went in to meet my friend Fran for a study group in the library where she quizzed me over my "date". I decided to tell her half the truth, saying I'd hit it off with the guy selling the bike and just gone for a walk. She gave me a cough sweet out of her bag and joked my husky voice that morning was the result of getting a lurgy from kissing him, but I told her I'd not - which was technically not a lie, I guess, unless you count his cock and balls! If only she knew... Fran pressed me more but luckily the librarian came round and told her off for chattering.

Fran left me soon after, having a class to go to. During my lunch break before my own classes I headed to the shopping centre close to the campus, planning to use some of my previous bike budget to buy some new underwear so I wouldn't have to keep using my sister's yucky old ones.

Here my buoyant mood took a turn... There were few shops doing lingerie but I didn't like most of it and what I did like, they frustratingly didn't have my size. It seems the town only stocked the good stuff for women carrying the Mitchell brothers in a headlock! I even got measured to make sure and still a B... Then to another for a second opinion. This old dear said that she remembered me and if anything I'd shrunk a bit, but well done on losing some weight... talk about kicking a lass when she's down!

In the end, after much deliberation and help from the assistant, and as much to not feel I'd not wasted my time as practicality, I just bought a pack of thongs - one red, one black one white. My thinking was I could use them for nights out under dresses as well as, well, whatever dirty old Ray ended up doing with them! Hopefully a good foundation to set me up for more sexcapades in future... I wanted to not only look good for him but feel good for myself and this was a much-needed refresh, I figured.

Back home in my room, I texted Ray a picture in the red set from the shoulder down, twisting seductively to present my arse.

"What do you think sir? Xx"

He replied just after I had had tea (someone's keen! The plan was working it seemed), "Perfect for tomorrow night!"

"Can't wait! What else should I wear? What are your plans for me? Xx"

"It's a surprise..."

The phone pinged again "Wear a little dress to match your new underwear. Something I have easy access to you in. Don't eat before. Bring dessert."

"Sounds good! Xx" I smiled back as I texted away.

That night after a gym session I went back into my sister's room where I knew she had a spaghetti-strap red mini dress from her rebellious years. It had in-built half-moon cups pushing my tits up so luckily no need to wear a bra. I tried it on in the mirror. I was much taller and slender than her so on me it was basically a top pulled to stretch over the curves of my arse, but it accentuated my figure and really made the most of my boobs. It was incredibly tight though, even on me... The stretchy material strained but I couldn't get it to cover properly my chest and rump fully at the same time in a slutty balancing act. I'd definitely need a jumper and jeans over them till I got to the sanctuary of Ray's garage!

I also matched them with a black clasp to lift my hair up at the neck, the hooped earrings again, and a tight, cheap pearl necklace that had been a charity shop find. I was going for a sassy, sultry look (think escort on the red carpet!) with some sticky, glossy lippy and lashes smeared in wet mascara to complete the look.

I sent Ray a message saying "Can't wait for my surprise, sir! Xx" with a saucy pic of my red lips sucking a finger suggestively.

I got no immediate answer so, horned up, contented myself with some old man porn (Old farmer surprises young milkmaid) before my phone beeped. The dirty bastard! Ray had sent a video... He'd printed out my photo in the new red underwear and filmed himself wanking onto the paper. Coming all over my printed body. I felt so objectified... So hot as he gushed onto the paper in powerful bursts, making the still fresh ink smudge. How'd he done that? As far as I could tell his old brick phone didn't even have a camera!

Unaware back then "cum tributes" were a thing, I watched the video in bed again and again, taking in his mighty cock spewing all over me until I came, fighting not to let out a squeak and wake my parents sleeping. Not as hard as on my knees in his living room, but harder than any porn or erotica had ever got me off before.

"Can't wait for you to use me for real again sir xx" I texted back before slipping into sleep, dreaming of how he'd use me the next day...

***

That Thursday morn I was a ball of horniness. My pussy aching in anticipation as I cycled to my classes. Normally, I'd go to the library or gym after class, but this week I was hoping Ray would give me a good workout!

The professors droned, the students sighed and the lectures dragged on...

I daydreamed about Ray's cock, my pussy already damp under the desk. Absentmindedly playing with my pen and sucking on the tip, only hitting reality again with a thump as I tasted the bitter ink on my tongue. Get a grip, Kat!

Finally, it was time to go!

I jumped on the bike and peddled home as fast as I could, dodging cars and students as I whizzed off on a mission with arse waggling in the air, pussy damp in anticipation and aching longingly on the bike's stiff seat. Once home I flung off my clothes and dove in the shower, lathering up my fraught body in soap and suds, shaving and moisturising all over so nice and fresh for whatever Ray had in store for me. It was all I could do to not touch myself as I rinsed off my hair, so turned on I was just thinking what he'd do with me...

As I put on the top cum dress, brushed my teeth, and slathered on mascara and cherry lip gloss, I fantasised about what he'd do to me for "dessert". Would he eat my pussy - and maybe arse? Would I get another cum cocktail to savour? Or, did he literally expect me to turn up with a cheesecake or something? Oh gosh... what to do!? Better safe than sorry. I decided to be on the safe side and grab a can of whipped cream and chocolate sauce on the way to his house - surely that would be fine!

By the time I was away and peddling from the corner shop, whipped cream and chocolate sauce acquired, to Ray's it was dark and drizzling. Thunder just starting to rumble in the far distance as I skidded to a stop outside his half-open garage door and ducked underneath. I knew he was home by the light through the frosted glass of the bathroom above the garage. Inside, I quickly got ready, peeling off my damp jacket and jeans to reveal the red dress underneath.

I wrestled the dress up a few inches to cover my nipples and push my titties up, then stretched it down over my arse so the material between was almost sheer even in the dim light. My cleavage and bum were going to be playing tug of war it seemed...

Checking my hurriedly smeared lips and lashes, and damp hair in my little mirror, my heart pounding once again in anticipation and exertion just as the other day, I cleared my throat and knocked on the door. I adjusted my dress as I waited with bated breath, listening for footsteps or a call to come in, trying to cover both my boobs and butt as the dress rode up already, even as I barely moved.

I knocked again louder but no answer, so tried the handle. The door creaked open an inch so I shrugged and stepped into the dark corridor. As I did, a delicious smell hit me followed by the sound of sizzling meat. Some old tune that seemed familiar my dad would probably know the name of blasting out of the back of the house. My stomach grumbled as I'd chosen to have a light lunch to make sure I wasn't bloated in this tight dress. I tottered down the corridor like a character from a bad horror flick, my bare feet shuffling in the gloom as I made it to the living room door and cracked it open.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took in the scene. The little dining table was set with two plates and empty glasses of wine, a candle burning in the middle. The only other illumination came from the kitchen sidelights to create a cosy, romantic atmosphere, under which stood Ray with his back to me, busying himself at the hob and shimmying to the music.

"Ray?" I called. "Ray.... Ray!" The third time he heard me and jumped around, the jar of sauce and spatula he was holding dropping to the floor to smash on the tiles and splatter his nice navy chinos.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I stammered, standing there awkwardly.

He just stood there frozen for a second as if he was looking through me before composing himself and chuckling.

"It's alright, love... Well don't you scrub up well!" he grinned, shaking himself out of it. He'd been lost for a moment. His eyes raked me up and down, his usual wolfishness back.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It happens..." he shrugged.

"Something smells yummy!" I tried to distract him.

"I cooked us dinner. Like I said, good girls get rewarded..."

He came over and hugged me then. I could smell his woody odour and wine on his breath faintly as his arms wrapped around me to cup and grope my backside.

"I'm sure you'll make it up to me..." he growled into my ear, playfully nipping my neck, making me squeal and melt into him.

"Any way you want, Sir!" I sighed as I sank into him, awkwardness forgotten in a moment. My arms wrapped around him as he pulled me in tighter, leaning up on my tiptoes, the perfect height to be easily fondled as my dress slipped up over my cheeks.

Ray snorted and sniffed like a bear against my ear, quicker and rasping as he got more excited, "You smell fucking delectable..."

He nuzzled into my neck till I gushed, hands squeezing my arse shamelessly to make the dress ride up over my rump. "You fucking stunner," he growled, looking over my shoulder at my barely-covered arse, kneading it like dough between his strong fingers. He twanged my thong, emitting a yelp and giggle from me as the twinge of pain on my buttocks and ache in my mound registered, lost in his mischievous eyes above me.

"Sir...!"

"And you've got the puppies on display, I see. Very nice!" he smirked, ogling my heaving, flushed chest.

He kissed the tops of my boobs smashed up over the cups, licking along the cleavage line, making me gasp and close my eyes, before working his way up to my throat, forcing out a moan as the hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

I sank my own fingers into his thick, white hair, urging him on. He looked up, our eyes met, and before I knew it our mouths found each other to kiss deeply, our tongues swirling. His whiskers tickled my lips as he devoured me, invading my mouth with his chunky tongue.

Our first kiss.

I sighed into him as we explored each other, his hands groping my arse cheeks so hard his fingernails indented into my soft, needy flesh.

I couldn't believe I'd already sucked this guy's dick and swallowed his cum but we'd not kissed each other yet. What a little slag I was, I thought! He found my thong again and twanged it to snap on my arse, forcing me to whimper and giggle into his mouth as our tongues and lips danced. God, he was a good kisser...

My own hand made its way to his crotch under his splattered trousers. Eagerly rubbing his growing bulge as we both swapped frustrated moans. He grew bigger and bigger under my teasing while he continued to grope and slap my backside. I was drunk with lust, new uninhibited instincts taking hold of me as I found myself sinking to my knees to grab at his belt. The trousers needed to come off anyway I reasoned, and I wanted to taste Ray's cock before dinner!

Surprised by my initiative, Ray chuckled down at me, "Not yet you naughty little slut!" slapping my cheek gently but firmly enough to show who was in control. "I have plans for you. Dinner first."

"Aww... please, Sir. Your dick would be the perfect starter!" I bit my lip and battered my lashes up at him, shamelessly pushing my little tits together, relishing in the feel of my erect nipples rubbing on the thin fabric.

"All in good time, love..." He chuckled his trademark chuckle as he casually stepped over me, leaving me abandoned on the floor. "You clean up this mess you made me make and I'll get changed."

"Ok, Sir..." I sighed, sinking further onto all fours to crawl over and start picking up the shards of glass.

I looked over my shoulder as he padded up the stairs. Taking his time to take in the view of me being a good girl and following his orders, my thighs, tush and thong on full display as the dress insisted on riding up. I arched my back to present myself to him and smiled as he winked at me and made his way upstairs. With that, I hurriedly, yet carefully (as I didn't want what promised to be an incredible evening turning into a night in hospital in this ridiculously whorish get-up), cleaned up the broken glass and wiped the sauce from the floor.

Unsure what to do next, I sat at the table and poured two glasses of wine, eyes on the stairs, waiting for Ray to re-emerge. I played with the candle, feeling its cosy warmth, running my fingers up and down it as a pearl of waxy precum trickled down its length to pool in the brass basin, thinking it was such a shame it wasn't Ray's dick right now on the kitchen tiles... The old needing to change your trousers accident, I laughed to myself. Straight out of a corny porno or erotica fanfic yet it hadn't gone the way I'd have hoped... I downed my wine to calm myself and topped it up as Ray thudded back down the stairs, now wearing beige chinos and a new blue button-up shirt tucked in to match. As he got closer I could see he had his what seemed trademark button undone to show off a bit of his white chest hair and gold chain.

"All cleaned up," he greeted me.

"You don't scrub up bad yourself if I may say so!" I toasted him.

"Cheers!" he smiled and went to take out the food staying warm in the oven. What turned out to be steak and sweet potato chips with a side salad under a cover.

"Oh, I forgot, I brought this for dessert," I said, brandishing the whipped cream and chocolate sauce out of my bag.

"My, my... you are full of surprises! I think we shall both enjoy dessert very much," he beamed down at me, inspecting the label like it was a fine vintage wine before popping them in the fridge for later.

"I actually have something for you before we tuck in," he winked.

"Really? What?"

"See the box on the coffee table? Bring it here."

I tried to read his face as I slid out of my seat, his eyebrows raised mockingly to match my dress as it insisted on riding up towards my hips with a mind of its own. I picked up the big black box clumsily with one hand, the other fighting my hem, and brought it back to Ray obediently.

"Open it."

I prized off the lid with a satisfying hiss as the vacuumed air was released and peered inside. It was a pair of gorgeous black high heels. Shiny closed-toe pumps with six-inch platforms and a little buckled ankle strap. They were simple, but oh-so sexy!

"Thank you, Sir!" I hugged him.

"Like them? Here, try them on."

Ray grabbed my leg and pulled my foot up onto his knee. Keeping eye contact with me all the while he slipped the first pump onto my foot.

"Like a glove!" I winked back as he deftly buckled up the little ankle strap.

"Yes, you shall go to the ball, young lady."

"I would very much like that!" I winked, biting my lip.

Ray just laughed and repeated the process on my other foot, the perfect balance of gentle caresses and firm hands on my arch, heel and ankle as he phallicly slid my toes into the shoe.

"Well, let's see you in them," he said, turning me round and giving my bum a smack to help me on my way. "Give me a catwalk."

I tottered like Bambi into the middle of the room, scared of toppling over on my ankles. My dress rode up ridiculously as I put one foot before the other, clip-clopping around the coffee table, hand on hip like I was on a fashion runway - well, a fashion runway for slutty mini dresses anyway!

Ray grinned, clapping and wolf whistling me on, as I tried a little spin, slapping my basically bare bottom as I passed him by on my slutty circuit. I giggled and shrieked, scurrying past him as his fingers reached out to fondle up between my cheeks, the tips of his fingers teasing my now swampy sex.

I wasn't a massive fan of heels usually, even on nights out, but I loved these shoes Ray had gifted me. I loved how they were a subtle sign of submission and vulnerability to him, my strong, powerful man. Unable to move properly, unable to defend myself, unable to run away, probably more mobile on my hands and knees - at this stage at least! I also loved how they made me feel. So demure and feminine but powerful and sexy. I loved how they made my rear jut out as I strutted and my legs so toned and long.

"Do you like them? You look incredible! I could look at that fine piece of meat wiggling all day!"

"Very much! Thank you, Sir," I beamed, not fighting to let him stroke my bum and thighs, and even grope my sopping mound as I waggled past him once more. "And they should go with anything..."

"Or Nothing! Yes, that was my thinking. From now on the box stays in the garage by the door. You put them on when you arrive and leave them there when you go. Understand?"

"Loud and clear... Sir!" I yelped as he slapped my cheeks so hard this time I almost toppled, falling into his lap.

He pulled me onto his knee and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him again hungrily, his hands shamelessly fondling my bottom and boobs.

"How can I repay you for such a gift?" I batted my lashes at him.

"I have a few ideas, love..." he smirked darkly in the candlelight. "But first, let's eat," he grunted, heaving me back onto my chair beside him.

Ray raised his glass "To us!"

"To us!" I echoed with a grin, lost in those eyes as our glasses clinked, my heel's toe already rubbing his calf under the table. "This looks delicious!"

"I do enjoy cooking. Really relaxing, I find it."

"And sorry again I made you jump when I came in..."

"That's not your fault. I should have told you I'm a bit deaf nowadays and I don't react well to sudden noises but you weren't to know"

"How come?"

"I was in the army straight out of school. I was a gunner. Hence why I'm a bit deaf! And after a few... actions, I've never been good with loud... surprises..."

"Oh God, I'm sorry" I reached out and stroked his arm.

"It wasn't all bad, love. Saw the world as they say and got good qualifications for after. And made some great mates!"

He pulled his crisp sleeves up to show the blurry tattoos on his forearms.

"Me and my old squad all got these. This one's our unofficial company crest and this lass is a good luck mascot. We all got the same bird. No idea who she's supposed to be like! Maybe a dancer in Germany one of the squaddies lost his virginity to!"

"Wow... well, war heroes definitely get what they want for dessert!" I winked, stroking his hairy, tatted arms.

"Sounds good to me! Come on, let's tuck in before this gets cold."

With that, we talked over steak washed down with red wine under the ambient candle's light. He told me about his time in service, afterwards as an engineer and recently retiring. How he had a little freelance carpentry gig going to keep him busy. How his daughter and son had moved away. He didn't mention his wife, but I didn't pry. He was also a good listener I noticed, quizzing me about my life and interests to talk about history, fitness, films and books, and skilfully avoiding the topic of my ex as well. He made me laugh too, his dry humour coming out even more and making me snort and dribble wine down me as he told me an anecdote of almost getting arrested in Germany dressed in drag while trying to sneak back onto base after a wild weekend on leave drinking. Ever the gent, he insisted on mopping at the spillage from my chest with a napkin before sucking on his finger. I loved how he was both an old-school charmer and dirty perv, and I found myself rubbing my newly-heeled foot against his big calves more and more.

All too soon the food was gone and the wine as we talked and the candle shrunk.

I excused myself and went to the toilet, Ray not hiding his stares as I fought half-heartedly to keep my dress from rising up with one hand while the other gripped the bannister to stop me from toppling in my new shoes. I realised as I tottered on my unaccustomed heels I was definitely tipsy despite the food now lining my stomach... Once in the privacy of the bathroom, I had a quick pee and checked my undies. Jesus, I was like a leaking tap! I dabbed the sodden gusset, not wanting Ray to soon see the smears of my wanton leaking throughout dinner.

I looked in the mirror and laughed internally as I took myself in through slightly unfocussed eyes. The last time I'd been here I'd been drunk on Ray's dick, not wine, and covered in cum, spit and smeared makeup. Now I looked well put together in comparison, but equally as whorish! I dabbed on some perfume, touched up my lippy to make my mouth luscious and inviting for Ray's lips and cock, and slapped on even more mascara, going for a sultry, smokey look.

I steeled myself for a second - whatever he did to me after I headed back down those stairs, I wanted to be ready for it. To make the most of it. To live in the moment that'd been building, simmering away all evening leading up to now. I blew a kiss to myself in the mirror and headed back down, ready for whatever Ray was gonna dish out to me for dessert.

As I made my way down the stairs I saw Ray had cleared the table of food and candles to leave just the half-empty wine glasses. He told me there was another half bottle in the fridge if I'd be a good girl and get it. I obediently, clumsily sauntered over, again shamelessly making a show jutting out my arse and batting my lashes at him as I reached in to get it from the back, my bum on almost full display as I arched my spine and the dress refused to stretch anymore. The fridge was a typical bachelor's - a few packs of meat, some veg and tins of lager. Fuck it, I'd have another small glass.

Back at the table, I moved my chair covertly to sit closer to him, rubbing my crossed leg up and down his shin. I was so horny, especially after having had a drink. I just wanted to touch him, taking all my control to not just jump him as I filled the glasses and we clinked a silent toast again. We stared into each other through the glass as we sipped, distorted eyes locked together. I bit my lip as I absent-mindedly toyed phallicly with the wine bottle between us.

"I'll let you finish the bottle. I'm feeling a bit drunk and I've got to cycle home after our... date," I said.

"No problem, love. So, do you have a... bedtime?"

"No, I'm all yours as long as you need me..." I winked.

With that, he reached out and unclasped my hair held up to spill over my shoulder. He leaned in and kissed me again, wine glasses left forgotten. I sighed as he firmly pulled me into him and put my leg over to sit on his lap, squealing into his mouth as I felt his bulge grow beneath me. I gyrated slightly onto him, sending warm, teasing electricity through my pussy as he tented beneath me. Our kissing became more aggressive as our tongues wrestled and breathing became more ragged. His hands roved all over my exposed thighs and cupped my arse deliciously. Finally, he stood up, picking me up with him as I chewed his lip, making him growl into me as he sat me up on the table and pushed me down as his body leered over mine to continue our tongue war, lips never unlocking. As I lay supine over the now cleared table, Ray nuzzled and nipped my neck and exposed shoulder. I moaned and reached down to his groin, fighting to untuck his shirt and get at his belt and fly while he stood between my legs wrapped around his waist.

Ray rubbed my crotch over my (already drenched again) panties, mercilessly teasing. He moved down from my neck to my chest then, pulling down the dress to expose my tits to lick at the stained wine smear over my cleavage from before. He moved down my body laid out before him, working his way down kissing and licking my flat tummy before grinding his chin into my crotch, breathing in the smell of my bubbling, leaking slit, looking up at me like a predator about to devour his prey. My stomach fluttered, making me groan as he licked the slick moisture from the insides of my thighs, tracing the edges of my tiny G-string as he had with my tits before.

"Hmmm..." he growled into my groin, his breath both hot and cold on my glistening inner thighs. "Sweet as honey..."

He sat in the chair, pulling the sticky knickers down my legs as he went. I felt a cracking, crusty sensation as the material was peeled of my gushing little cunny. Ray tossed them onto the table and bent to inspect between my legs.

"What a lovely little flower you have, my hot little slut," he whispered into me, poking a finger into my entrance and parting my folds so I hissed. "And so wet..."

He slipped it in, making my toes curl and me to suck in through my teeth, staring down over my tits and tummy to those glinting, wolf eyes in the dim light.

"God, you are tight!" he muttered as he tried to fit a second chunky finger inside me.

"Thank you, Sir" I whined as he pumped his finger till the knuckle slid in, curling up into my G-spot.

"Remember what I said before?" he tore his eyes away from my downstairs to look up at me, peering down on my elbows above him.

"About... what... Sir?" I gasped as his probing my stomach flutter.

"Bad girls get punished..." he growled, his whiskers tickling my outer lips and thighs now. "Good girls get rewarded..."

With that, he dragged his massive tongue up along my slit, parting my oyster open in one fell swoop. I groaned and collapsed on my back as a wave of electricity flooded my nether regions. I stared at the ceiling, breathing heavy, sweat pricking my temples as I felt him ponderously, seductively open my slit up again with his rasping tongue, this time hitting my clit to send more waves over and through me. Peering down, I saw those eyes shine in the light above my mound as he lapped my sex like a lion at the watering hole, never breaking his gaze away from me. I shuddered as he teased my clit, his moustache and goatee tickling all around me, his chin applying delicious pressure on my taint.

"Ah, Sir!" I groaned as he laboriously raked between my lips once again. "Soo good!"

He laughed into my sopping cunt, the vibrations adding yet more ecstatic pleasure like warm waves through me.

Ray smacked his lips, stood and walked around the table to stand over me, his own crotch now in front of my upturned face. His hand never left my pussy though, his finger still lodged inside me, twisting deliciously as he circled me.

I knew what to do without saying as he lazily fingered me. Grappling at his belt and, flies and boxers till his rock-hard cock flopped out in front of my face. Ray wriggled his trousers down and kicked them off before swinging a leg up on the chair, leaning over me as his dick guided itself into my eager, waiting mouth like a chick being fed a big worm.

"Hmmm..." I hummed as I was finally reacquainted with my "little friend", hearing Ray's grunting above me as I began to feverishly bob my head up to meet him, hair billowing over the table edge, dancing in a jig as I reached up to take more of his length, propping myself up slightly on my elbows, neck straight out to take him. His saggy balls were soon flopping on my forehead and then nose as I took him deeper and deeper. I gargled around him in pleasure, my mouth over spilling I was salivating so much already, as his fingering continued to tickle and tease my aching, throbbing pussy. I then felt his hot breath on my mound again as he stroked my clit from above with his tongue, making me groan and vibrate around his shaft, muffled by his pendulous balls and meat buried in my gullet.

I stared out between his legs, his taught buttocks like two mountains silhouetted against the kitchen light, a hairy forest leading to a deep ravine as I pictured in my mind's eye his fingers and tongue's ministrations on my pulsing pussy. Each rasp, and twinge, and tickle was almost painful I was so sensitive. Fuck, Ray was good!

Drooling freely, I swallowed around him in ecstasy, trying to milk him in the entrance of my throat and savour as much of that deliciously salty, nutty precum as I could. My cheeks caved in hollow I sucked and slurped on him so feverishly, sucking so tight it was like I was trying to rip him off at the root. Squelching, gargling noises rumbled from deep in my throat while my lips squeaked as I tried to keep suctioned around his girth.

Soon I was going cross-eyed and drooling over my cheeks as he brought me to orgasm, as if not even really trying, with long, lazy, lapping licks. His moustache and goatee tickled my slit top and bottom, making me squirm, while the shorter bristles on his cheeks scraped on my tender thighs. I moaned and groaned shamelessly wantonly onto his dick and balls as I pumped my face up onto him. Wave after wave surged through me, so intense it was almost like pins and needles on my skin and down into my depths. Sparks flew off my clit, as the flames sizzled, Ray's finessed licks feeding the fire like a red-hot poker.

I collapsed under him, heaving a massive gulp of air around his dick in and out, my pulse hammering in my ears, a rope of spit trailing from his bellend to my lips. I instinctively sucked it up like spaghetti before drooling it back out of my slack mouth as I just lay there, eyes closed and spent for now.

Ray just chuckled deep rumbles into my crevice before dismounting and sidling back to stand between my limp legs, flinging them over his shoulders like I was a ragdoll.

He grabbed his dick and slapped it on my burning mound with a thwack. I squirmed as I came down from my high, sweating and shaking.

"Aaaaargh... Sir!" was all I could get out as he sawed the veiny underside of his length up and down my opening, his aggressive cock head jutting up at me, winking. "Please fuck me, Sir. I need your big dick inside me..."

His dick lay over my abdomen, the coarse hair of his balls tickling my super-sensitive pussy lips, bellend almost reaching my belly button it seemed to me from this angle. He withdrew to rub his cockhead up and down my slit, smirking at me as I groaned in frustration.

"Please, Sir..." I hissed through my teeth, sitting up on my elbows once more.

Ray raised his eyebrows at me cheekily before placing his head at my entrance, making me moan and bite my lip in anticipation as he teased my outer lips. He rubbed his cockhead in little circles, stirring my pulsing folds as he teased me mercilessly, looking at me with that same old sardonic smirk. I loved the feeling of skin on skin, feeling his pulse and warmth like I'd never appreciated before, but this was almost too much! I held my breath in anticipation, pleading with him silently, eyes hooded, chewing my lip in frustration. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted me to beg and I was more than willing to oblige.

"Please, Sir!" I mewed. "Please put it in..."

"Well," Ray mused devilishly, his forehead creased as his expressive eyebrows danced up almost into his fringe. "I'm not sure if you're ready."

"I am. I promise... Please fuck me, Sir. You said if I got your cock all the way down my throat last time you'd fuck me. Do whatever you want with me. Just please fuck me now, Sir!"

"Knock, knock," he smirked, whacking his helmet on my poor little entrance.

"Who's there?"

"My cock!" he laughed as he finally (thank God!) popped his angry head between my dripping lips. I gasped in surprise as the sensation registered, hairs standing on end, skin flushed red in the chill.

"Thank you, Sir..." I purred as he slid into me about halfway, making me further hiss and groan in delight as he stretched me open. He felt even bigger than he looked compared to my ex buried in my pussy. Just like how he had tested my tonsils a few days ago, Ray now tested out my snatch with slow, shallow pumps.

"Fuck you're tighter than a mouse's earhole!" Ray grimaced, yet approving. "Good job your pussy's wetter than the Niagara fucking Falls for me, eh."

"I can't help it when I'm around you, Sir..." I whimpered and winced as he carried on opening me up en route to my core.

His experience and consideration were on full display here as he let me acclimatise to his length and girth, slowly spreading my wetness further up into my tunnel like butter. It hurt a little bit as he opened me up more than I'd ever had before, but being sopping wet definitely helped ease him in deeper and deeper. This was only base camp though. There was a long way to go before he reached the peak and impaled my to the hilt, I saw as I craned my neck to peer between my spread legs!

I shuffled under him on the table and put my leg up on his arm gripping my waist. This angle felt amazing on my G-spot as he scythed past on the way to my cervix. I began to relax and groan in pleasure as he grunted away over me, rhythmically pistoning into me.

I let my hand fall to my taught stomach, feeling the spread and bulge under my abs as he skewered up into my body. Fuck he was so big. So dominating. So powerful. So utterly perfect to me...

"Feel at home in my pussy, Sir?" I hummed.

"Fuck yes... You feel so tight clenched around my cock... and so dripping wet!"

"What can I say? You sure know how to turn my taps on!"

Thrust by thrust, inch by inch, he delved deeper and deeper into my fanny till I felt his heavy balls lapping at the underside of my crack like waves to stimulate me even further, making me moan and run my nails through his exposed chest hair. Soon, he was bottoming out fully, trimmed pubes tickling my mound, powerfully jabbing up into my stomach, holding me still by my hips and shoulder to keep me from scootching up the table surface with each thrust, my barely supported tits wobbling like jelly on my heaving chest.

Wanting to see his dick entering me better, I reached up to unbutton his shirt and he did suit to reach under me as I leaned forward to tear down my dress so it clumped around my waist, my tits completely free to spill out of the thin material. Dress now not much more than a belt rumpled on my stomach, my tits wobbled up and down freely as Ray continued to plough steadily into me till he groped my little titles and started playing with my nipples, tweaking them gently between his fingers till I squealed. Shirt now on the floor and my tits out for his viewing pleasure, Ray picked up the pace, his bollocks crashing like a pendulum onto my arse cheeks with each thrust. Loving the angle, I put my leg up even further onto his shoulder, heeled foot bobbing about behind his head.

"This is.... amazing... but are... you sure... the table... can take this?" I got out between each plunge.

"Don't worry, love... I built this table.... She's a sturdy old girl..."

"You... built... it? Good... craftsmanship!"

"You know I love a project..." he caressed me. "Making the legs nice and shapely... rubbing the bottom down all smooth... giving her a fresh coating..."

"Hmmm..." I just moaned, chewing my lip as he stroked and fondled the jiggling flesh of my legs and arse, and breasts.

"And she can take... a lot more than... this! Question is, love... can you?"

"I'll take whatever.... you've got... Sir!"

"That's the attitude, slut!" he laughed and at that upped his pace, sawing in and out of my pussy so fast that slapping sounds filled the room. I had to reach above me to grab the table and lock my leg around him to stay still but he just gripped me even tighter with his massive hands sunk into my flesh and drove into me with even more gusto. An orchestra of skin on skin, his grunts and my moans, and the table creaking and squeaking on the floor under Ray's insatiable thrusts.

He moved his hand up to my exposed throat, lightly gripping me to stop my body being forced up and off the other side of the table. He gripped me firmly, not quite choking me, but just enough to show he was in charge, applying ever-so light pressure over my windpipe. I revelled in it, wheezing slightly as I grunted and groaned in exertion and pleasure, hair all over the place. I had to admit I liked it, smiling up at him full of lust, my hand resting approvingly on his big, hairy forearm.

His other hand reached for my mouth, prying my lips open to play with my tongue, forcing me to taste my own bitter-sweet residue still on his fingertips, somehow reminding me of ripe strawberries. I moaned and slurped wantonly, looking up into Ray's fiery eyes as he grunted approvingly down at me.

With this speed and angle he was hitting me at, all too soon the fire in my cunt was ramping up and up until it spilt out of me and I began to cum like never before. I'd never really had a G-spot orgasm before, always never quite getting over the edge fully with my fingers or my ex's wee dick, but now Ray smashed it out of me like battering down a dam, making my walls clench and flex around his dick and seemingly gush around his balls as his head pummelled away at me. My pelvic floor was an earthquake as Ray forced my crevice open deep inside me, stomach muscles tensing and contracting as if being electrocuted.

"Oh God... Sir... I'm... going... to... cum!" I squeaked, the air knocked out of me.

Never having cum on a dick before, all I could do as the warm waves surged from my stomach up into my limbs, making me shake, was to throw my head back and yell "Fuuuuuccckkkk!" with my eyes clenched tight. Ray bellowed in triumph and sped up the pace even further to take me over the edge and way beyond before I came crashing down all too soon. I went limp and just took it, all energy sapped out of me momentarily, unable to hold myself still, making me flap like a caught fish on the screeching table for a few seconds till he slowed down back to his initial gear.

"Fuck!" I sighed again, otherwise speechless.

As I got my breath back I looked up at him and grinned, feeling a wall inside me had been knocked down. He raised his eyebrows in his trademark way at me and nodded, as if he was a tradesman showing a client his handy work. I blew him a kiss, running my fingers over his chest. Ray enveloped my little hand in his massive palm, a surprisingly tender moment in the otherwise animal carnality of it all.

I was also amazed by Ray's staying power, in terms of both not cumming and basic fitness as he kept such a pace up. Sure, he was puffing and panting, sweat glistening of him and filling my nostrils, but he never broke for a moment. As I fully came round he just continued to pump steadily into me, waiting till I was ready for round two.

"Enjoy that?"

"Like you wouldn't believe! Do what you want with me, Sir... You deserve it!"

He leant down then and kissed me passionately, hungrily consuming me with his mouth and tongue. I gasped and squirmed as his cockhead probed especially deep, before he slid down to nibble my neck.

"What can I do for you then, Sir?" I whispered into his ear.

"Turn over and let me see that incredible arse properly."

"Of course, Sir!" I giggled.

Ray slid out of me, making me feel suddenly so cold and empty, his drenched dick glistening in the dim light. He flipped me over, manhandling me into position with his big arms. I lay prone on the table now, tits and tummy flat on the damp wood from my sweaty back. Feet together on the floor, legs straight, my heels bringing me up to be at the perfect right angle to bend over and display my sex to him. I felt his dick slide up to rest between my cheeks as he leaned over me to pull my dress up over my head, pulling me up by half the shoulder, half by the hair, making me wince. Both of us now naked save for my heels, I groaned, loving the dominating twinge of pain as he tossed the crumpled dress over onto the sofa. He leaned over me more, further pulling me up by the base of my hair and grinding his cock against me, arching my back. I clung to the table edge to steady myself, panting in excitement and trepidation as he got a bit rougher. I giggled and began to grind my backside in a circular motion against his cock and balls. This prompted a chuckle in my ear as he reached around to grope my tits.

"You're an insatiable little slut, aren't you!" he hissed.

"Only for you, Sir," I craned my neck back and he pulled me to him, tongues straining to dance once again as I ground my arse into his groin. His other hand found my neck again, fingers playing with my necklace teasingly as he devoured me.

Ray grabbed my arse cheek with a slap, gripping the meat in his hand. "You're doing well, love. Great enthusiasm. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you a bit for making a mess on the kitchen floor earlier before I can let you come again as a reward."

"Huh? Ok... but please be gentle with me the first time, Sir" I pouted. I knew what was coming whether I liked it or not, and obediently sunk back down onto the table, presenting my rear to him.

"Good girl," he chuckled. "Nothing too hard. Just the five spanks should do this time, I think, as you have been very good otherwise."

He peeled off me and stepped to the side. Left hand on the small of my back to keep me in place.

"Count them."

"Yes, s-!" I yelped as his first slap, although fairly light, took me by surprise.

"One..." I sighed, as the sensation ran from my arse cheek up my back and down my legs like electricity.

"Two..." I moaned out again as the second rap hit me seemingly a bit harder than the first one.

"Louder, bitch!" he pushed me, the warmth from my slightly now stinging rump starting to spread over me.

I wiggled my arse teasingly at him. "Yes, Sir!"

I reckoned I could take this with flying colours but then, seemingly to keep me on my toes, spanks number three and four came in quick succession, not stopping to let me count and recover, making me yelp in surprise again as the pain registered.

"Three! Four!" I hissed back to him as the heat from my now tender cheek seared.

Five came after a teasing pause. Hitting me just as I looked back over my shoulder questioningly at him. His eyes burned into mine just as his hand did my skin. His massive palm thwacked down on my stinging cheek as if in slow motion, my bum's flesh rippling under the impact as it connected like an atom bomb, the pain following just behind. I had to admit, I kinda loved it!

"Five..." I smiled darkly, not breaking eye contact and making a show of wincing and biting my lip at the pain.

"Well done," he said matter-of-factly before coming up behind me again. "You'll have a small red mark tomorrow, I reckon," he gently stroked my stinging behind, dowsing out the flames. "But nothing too bad."

"Thank you, Sir" I bit my lip at him over my shoulder, bum starting to burn and throb despite his now cooling touch...

Ray pulled me up by the hair to grip my chin and twist my head to face him. "Learnt your lesson about creeping in here, slut?"

"Yes, Sir... I'll be good, Sir."

"Good..." was all he replied, casually slapping my exposed pussy lips a couple of times. I hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure before he pushed me back down again and kicked my legs apart, my heels clicking and scuffing on the wooden floor.

Gripping his cock at the base, he rubbed it on my opening once more, sending pulses through my skin before he slipped it under my sore bum into my dripping snatch once again. I was so wet and warmed up from his assault on my pussy before he slid all the way in in one smooth movement until he bottomed out, his balls tickling my lips, his belly and hips thumping into my smarting backside. I moaned in pleasure, loving feeling so full again as he gripped my hips and began to drive in and out with slow and purposeful precision. He was firm but somehow also casual in how he just took me and used me to get himself off - but also giving me such incredible sensations in doing so. His dick and whole demeanour were magic to me - I truly was under his spell.

"Fuck, yes!" he grunted above me as I held onto the table and moaned and sighed with each thrust and withdrawal, my breathing ragged as my heart pounded in my chest.

He slapped my other arse cheek a couple of times, making me squeal and giggle as he ploughed steadily into me, then grabbed handfuls of my buttocks' flesh. Ray well and truly was an arse man I mused as he pulled me up again to arch my back and turn my head to kiss him again over my shoulder. I moaned into his mouth in contentment and jutted my backside out as much as I could to replicate the angle to make him hit my G-spot so satisfyingly as his belly and balls slapped into me. I reached back to pull my arse cheeks open, hungry for more, trying to get him even deeper inside me as his dick sawed away deliciously at my pulsating pussy. Ray just laughed into me - what an insatiable little slag, I bet he was thinking...

Now more mobile, I began to push back slightly against his thrusts in my eagerness but he held me still and sped up to pummel into me, grunting and gasping into my ear, his exerted breaths hot then cold on my neck. Ray gradually began to fuck me harder and harder, making the table move forward with the power of his thrusts from underneath me, squeaking and squealing on the floorboards with the back and forth of his forceful plunges from above. As I squirmed to try and keep my balance with the table beneath me shifting he pulled me up even further into his embrace so all my weight was on my unsteady heels, him leering over me from behind, trying to steady myself on the table with my hands. I looked down to see my tits jiggling with the impact of each assault, his massive pendulum balls swinging too between my legs, matching their flaps like four church bells ringing.

"Who owns you?"

"You do, Sir!"

"You like my dick fucking you, you horny little slut?"

"Yes, Sir! It's all I want..."

"Only if you're good. If you misbehave, it goes in your arse..." his mouth over my ear, spanking my other cheek with a light slap.

"Ooh! You can put it wherever you like, Sir!"

"Who owns your holes?"

"You do, Sir... I'm yours... Fuck my pussy... My mouth... My arse... Cum in me... On me... However you please... In my pussy... Up my bum... On my face and tits... My tongue... Whatever you wish... Just please... keep fucking me!"

"That's the spirit," he chuckled, grabbing my hair and wrapping it round his hand like a leash, pulling me into position so my back was forced to arch even more. I just whimpered and took it, head spinning.

"I want to always be good for you, Sir, and please you..."

"Good girl," he whispered, sending a shiver all over my tingling body, giving me a loving tap on the rump in affirmation before reaching up my waist and heaving ribs to fondle my jiggling tits, pinching my nipples, sending bolts of jagged lightning through them into my core, my hair standing on end all over, sheened in nervous sweat.

Ray reached down to grope and rub my outer lips wrapped around his cock, making me squeak through clenched teeth as fire seared through me at his touch. Probing for my slack jaw once more, he made me suck off the sweet, salty potion of pussy, cock and sweat, rummaging to play with my tongue, hooking into my cheek, forcing me to gargle and drool out of the corners of my mouth.

"Like how you taste?"

"Yes, Sir... just... wish it was... your cum!"

"All in good time... Fuck it feels good to finally hang out the back of you... and give that fine young pussy a good seeing to!"

He pulled my hair back, exposing my neck to be licked, and sucked, and nibbled, his hand wrapped around my throat, owning me.

I don't know if it was the angle, feeling of being dominated, the filthy words, or a combination of it all, but soon I was coming on his cock a second time as he gripped my hip and shoulder and fucked me hard from behind.

Pussy sizzling, I was now in the throws of one long, little orgasm like popcorn bursting in my burning little saucepan. I moaned in long sighs staccatoed by the impact of Ray's ceaseless thrusting. Previously I'd have counted it as a full orgasm but maybe I was just so fucking turned on and lost in the bubble of mine and Ray's intertwined bodies, maybe it was just what proper, mind-blowing, animal shagging should feel like...

All you could hear as the feeling in my pussy grew like a fire again was the slap, slap, slap of skin on skin as his hips crashed into my buttocks and thighs, his animalistic grunts and my pitched moans as I steadily rose to climax. The fizzing sparks caught fire inside me to spread through my walls, womb and lips, my pussy throbbing and clenching as the froth of my cum bubbled to the surface.

As the waves crashed against the cliffs of my pussy, Ray grabbed my flapping tits from behind to pull me as deep onto him as I could go, his tweaks to my nipples sending electricity from above and below, front and back as my pussy throbbed onto his dick jabbing mercilessly at my cervix door.

I came and came bent over onto his cock, tears pricking my eyes, drool forming in the corner of my mouth, moaning through clenched teeth almost in pain the feeling was so intense, my eyes screwed shut and other senses in override. I was lost, tumbling through the vortex, lights flashing in my mind's eye as I crescendoed on his incredible cock.

I went limp again and would have lost my balance were it not for Ray's dependable, strong arms wrapped around my body. He manhandled me as I came down from seeing stars to bend me over the table once more. I just lay prone and slack jawed as I came down from my second peak, sweaty tits sticking to the wooden surface.

I felt Ray lift my right leg up to bring my knee up onto the table, left foot still on the floor. He slapped my sore arse bringing me back down to earth slightly.

"Ok, love?" he checked in.

"Yes... Thank you, Sir," I garbled, literally crossed-eyed and drooling.

"Good girl," he chuckled before he then mounted me like a breading bull, his right leg over mine, pinning me down and in place. Ramming into me from this new position, I wriggled under him to get comfy, feeling a bit claustrophobic with him sandwiching me between his bulk and the table surface. I found a good angle by jutting my arse into him a bit, presenting my pussy for him, meeting his thrusts as he lurched above me, slamming home in fast, powerful pumps.

I moaned again as he panted into my ear what a good little slut I was for him. So good yet so bad. Biting teasingly at my lobe, arm around my neck keeping me pinned still as he used me. Telling me how he was gonna fuck me when, where and how he wanted. How I was gonna drop to my knees and suck his dick on command. I just moaned yes to it all and I meant it in my sexual stupor. Still deliriously high from my orgasms and even having a third mini one as he groped and growled and fucked me like a boar.

Eventually, Ray's rutting grew to his own climax and he finally came, bellowing into my damp neck, pumping his seed into me with such force the table creaked and groaned with him. I just took it like the good little wanton bitch he had made me (or I guess I had always been deep down!) and urged him on with a smile despite the aches and pains.

I'd never fucked without a condom before, so it was a strange yet satisfying feeling as hot gush after hot gush from his pulsating cock was jettisoned into my battered pussy. It felt different psychologically too - I'd been bred by Ray like a stallion. Dominated. Taken like a bitch in heat and filled with his masculine seed. I wanted Ray's cum in me. On me. Everywhere...

As Ray's cock stopped spasming to dispense the last drops of his semen inside me, we stayed together in that carnal embrace as we both recovered from the ordeal and even after. Wordlessly spent, but our bodies one. One of his arms wrapped around my neck to now tenderly squeeze a tit, the other clasped around both mine pinned under my thumping chest.

As his dick shrunk and shrivelled, I felt his cum start to leak out and run down my thigh. I reached down to my swollen mound to dam the tide as he stickily unsheathed himself from me. My hand was cold to my hot cunt, his dripping seed warm too to the touch as it pooled into my palm, clammy in the aftermath of our exertions and excitement. We both sighed as Ray peeled off me, stuck together slightly as our fluids began to dry, chuckling contentedly like the cat that got the cream... He rubbed his knob clean across my arse cheeks, finishing off with a flourished slap, slap, slap, before giving me a loving spank on my burning rear.

"Fucking hell!" he sighed as he unsteadily sauntered into the kitchen, his half-hard cock swinging, silhouetted against the light. I closed my eyes, hearing the comforting click and hiss of the kettle being filled up. Ray grunted and stretched, I cracked open half a weary eye through my lashes to see him stood with his back to me, leaning back, arms aloft in victory as if posing atop a mountain.

Content to just listen to the kettle rumbling and the clink of mugs and spoons as I basked in my epic comedown, I stayed like that for a few minutes as Ray made tea, till it seemed all the spunk that would come out for now had evacuated my beaten quim. It was suddenly chilly now Ray was off me, I realised, naked and bent over bathed in sweat and fluids, but I was unsure what to do. Was I allowed to move? I decided to wait until he made the first move.

"Fuck..." I groaned to myself, sweeping back my sticky hair curtaining my eyes, gently fondling my sore pussy as the jizz pooled onto my palm.

"Tea?" he called, silhouetted by the sidelights in the kitchen entrance, legs wide, empty dick and balls hanging.

Seeing his cock again I had an idea but initially didn't want to displease him... Fuck it, I shrugged to myself internally, I'm sure I could handle another punishment if not downright enjoy it if he didn't like it.

"Not just yet, Sir," I responded with a wink and a grin, sinking down off the table onto my knees. One hand still cupping my crotch I crawled over to him like a cat as I had the other day. "I still haven't had dessert..."

"Is that so?" he chuckled in the dim light above me as I came up to his feet and kneeled before him, eyes level with his hanging manhood once more.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for fucking me good and proper and filling up my pussy. But your cum is just too good to waste..."

With that I tilted my head back and held my cupped hand full of lumpy jism over my wide open mouth, tongue outstretched to catch the first drop. I smiled up at Ray watching on in seeming silent admiration as we both watched the gloopy spunk slide off my palm and down my fingers.

"Aaah" I revelled, playing up to my role as his submissive, infatuated sex toy as Ray watched his semen stream like a gooey waterfall into my eager open mouth to spill over my tongue and into my slutty gullet. I held that pose looking up at him lovingly till the last drops of his delicious spunk had dripped onto my tongue, not spilling a bit, then licked my fingers and palm enthusiastically making sure I had devoured every last morsel of his seed. I loved the rich, salty, almondy flavour, the gloopy honey-like texture as it swilled around my mouth. "Aaah!" I presented the contents of my tongue to Ray in full pornstar mode.

"Swallow," he ordered, eyebrows cocked, clearly taken aback by my unprompted whorish display. He knew I was eager but to be like this so soon was seemingly something else. I smiled up at him and tilted my head to knock back the cocktail of salty cum mixed with a dash of sweet pussy juice in one shot, gulping exaggeratedly in my enthusiasm.

"Aaaah!" I said proudly, smiling and presenting my now empty mouth with tongue out so he could see it was indeed all sloshed down into my belly.

"Jesus, you're a dirty, dirty girl, aren't you!"

"Only for you, Sir!" I grinned up at him, putting my hands behind my back as I'd been trained.

"Well," he beamed back, hands on his hips. "It won't clean itself now, will it?"

"Of course not, Sir..." I leaned forward and took his flaccid dick in my mouth for the second time that evening, to suck up the salty leftovers on his prick and lick his drooping balls clean.

I lapped him up with relish, loving the overpowering musk and taste of his salty, nutty spunk that glazed his manhood mixed with my own more subtle sweetness. A delicious concoction we'd both passionately contributed to. Just as it should be...

I gave his bellend one last, long suck, searching out the last morsels of cum from his weeping eye with a pop. Now it was Ray's turn to hiss through gritted teeth as I licked his sensitive slit to get at the final remaining droplets. I couldn't get enough!

"That's enough..." he sighed, pulling me off him. "Very thorough!"

Ray patted my head like the loyal little bitch I was becoming.

I beamed up at him. "Just doing my job, Sir!"

"Good girl," he chuckled, fingers running through my hair tenderly now. "Very, very good girl..."