King and I

Thanks for reading! This is my first story, so feedback on writing, pacing, structure, or even like formatting would be much appreciated. Be warned, it ends before the end of the night, but my writing was dragging on and I needed to get it out. There are strong themes of degradation and humiliation in a consensual setting. It's loosely based on a real experience.

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I had always been solidly in the "straight" camp. All of my relationships were with women. When I downloaded dating apps, I was looking for dates with girls. I was no frat guy, but you wouldn't've mistaken me for that either with my long hair and nose ring. And to be fair... I wasn't unfamiliar to hooking up with guys. I had had a handful of experiences over the years with men, once in high school and a few times in college. These times were just exchanging head, exciting given the risqueness of a sucking cock or running my hands through the hair of a guy with his nose buried in his pubic hair. Once, after moving out to San Francisco, I had even gone all the way with a man from a dating app. This is that story.

His profile had been headless pictures of an absolutely ripped black guy, about five years older than me. Our messaging was hot. I could admit I was inexperienced and wasn't sure what I wanted and he was kind about it, assured me that he'd go slow, and the thought of turning on a hunk of a guy turned me on. Men acted differently than women in bed. Don't get me wrong, the sex I had with women was great, but two guys rubbing their bodies on each other had a carnal energy to it that I rarely saw with women. They thrusted, wanted it harder, wanted to push you into them. The yang/yang energy was palpable. No holding back or capping the raw sexual energy. Every encounter I had had with guys, they thought I was fucking hot. I would pull my dick out, and they were delighted. When they went down on me, they sucked like their life depended on it. They sucked like having a cock in their mouth was the best thing that could happen to them. Having my cock in their mouth was the best that that could happen to them.

So when I was messaging this black guy, who's name on the kik was just "King," that was what I was excited for. Unabashed sex with no inhibitions. Two sided sex appeal with someone who thought my body was infuriatingly erotic. Being admired and turning them on from it. And that was exactly what happened.

Even before we had started messaging I had been getting bolder. Guys liked sexy bodies, and I liked being sexy, so I ordered myself a single lavender pair of panties from a gay underwear site. It hugged my ass in the mirror and propped my package up into a satisfying bulge. Just slipping it on got me hard. I couldn't take a picture in it without straining against it, and King gushed over them. His text responses to them, dirty and drooling, made me leak, staining the lavender a dark purple.

King loved my body. I was in my late twenties with a toned body. Not overly muscular, but playing cardio sports through college and the few years afterwards left me very fit. My gym habit developed throughout that time, too. I finally nailed down my diet in the past couple years and started to gain some muscle on top of the figure that had burned down all my fat. An injury to my arm meant I had to resign myself to leg day every day for about half a year, which at the time was just an inconvenience. When I started messaging guys I learned that the ass it had given me was a sight to behold. An unexpected side effect but hey, I wasn't complaining. I was tall, standing around six foot, but King was even taller. His profile put him at six foot three. If my body was nice, his was chiseled. Strong arms, defined pecs, and a true six pack. His nipples stood out from his dark skin, and for the first time I thought about myself licking and sucking at a guy's chest. He had put in his time at the gym, and it showed. It made me nervous, but the pressure in my pants mixed that nervousness with excitement. I hadn't seen him totally naked yet, but it didn't matter. Whatever he had, I was going to like.

After about a week of texting, we discussed testing and logistics, and later that evening I drove to his apartment complex, thong clinging my ass, dick hard the entire drive. I cleaned myself out beforehand, not knowing I was going to need it, but hey, I wanted to cover my bases just in case. I had read online that it was the right thing to do. It had been years since I had been with a guy, and I didn't want to mess up something basic. My heart pounded as I walked up to the door. I knocked, and he answered shirtless. He welcomed me into the dimly lit living room and we immediately started making out. I remember my hands squeezing his pecs and arms, having my ass pulled at, my face grabbed while we kissed, nipples licked, dick squeezed through my tight undies, groaning uninhibitedly. He was relentless. He had me stripped down to my underwear, and there I was, wearing nothing but a thong, making out with one of the most masculine men I had ever seen. He, too, was down to his boxer briefs at this point. Eventually, he broke away, smoothly walking to a nearby couch. He signaled for me to sit me on his thigh with a pat of his hand. I gulped, feeling timid, and paused. He smiled back sweetly. I was still worried, but it was comforting.

After several seconds, I walked over. I swung one leg over, planted my ass on his leg, and draped my arms over his shoulders. He pulled me in for a long, wet, slow kiss, and guided one hand to his crotch. Even though I hadn't seen it yet, his cock felt so full through his sweatpants. I rubbed it as we made out, his tongue exploring my mouth, my hips grinding on his massive leg. When had I started grinding on him like that? His thick thigh felt huge beneath me, and I could feel it pressing between my ass cheeks, a place that didn't get much attention in all my other hookups. I had gotten that unabashed sex I had wanted, but a tension was still within me. Was I really doing this? Was I really hooking up with this huge, jacked black guy? Was I going to keep letting him take the lead, taking me god knows how far tonight? I wasn't sure if I would, but I could tell I wanted to.

He pulled my thong down, hooking it under my shaft and above my balls. My dick twitched as it became naked in the air. I gasped at the cool sensation, but kept grinding. With two fingers he gently, slowly rubbed the exposed underside of my cock as I kept grinding. "Fuck..." escaped from my lips at his first touch to my cock came. I thought my cock was harder than it had ever been before. His movement was slow and gentle.

"Inexperienced yet so eager," he teased, breaking the silence. We hadn't spoken much yet, though there had been plenty of gasps and moans that had occurred.

Despite my body's obvious reaction, I still felt shy.

"You... you make me feel good." I muttered back.

"I like how you hump my leg like that. Very slutty." I whimpered. Slutty? I'd never been called "slutty" before. I could've been offended... but I undeniably liked it. I didn't respond to him.

"Do you like being called a slut? Do you like dirty talk?" He asked with a kind directness. It helped. I might've been afraid to admit it to myself, but it made me feel like I could admit it to him. I nodded slowly, unable to refuse how my body was burning. His other hand found my right nipple and gently toyed with it.

"Tonight, I'm going to show you how much of a slut you can be." I shuttered at the sexiness. How much of a slut could I really be? Was I ready for it? My cock was clearly enjoying it. When I pulled my panties on before I drove over, was I ready then? My nipple felt a hard pinch. My voice buckled and gasped at the sudden feeling, at an embarrassingly high pitch.

"I love those moans, boy. Keep 'em coming." My gasps, shallow, frequent, and desperate, continued as his face descended on my chest. The wetness made me more sensitive as he flicked his tongue across my nipple. He sucked and played with it, sinking me deeper into a submission, finding it harder and harder to keep any barrier between the reaction of my body and the girly way I was vocalizing it. My hand had found its way to the back of his head, pulling him into me. His hand had left my cock, roaming from my back, arms, and side, until it found my ass. He groped it, giving it a light slap, encouraging it to keep moving. Fuck, I was so turned on.

"Suck my tongue, boy, and keep grinding on me," he commanded, pulling away from my nipple.

"Think about rubbing your hole on me as you do it." I did as instructed, licking and sucking on his tongue as if I was pleasuring it. His other hand joined the first on my ass, and my lower body kept moving, now more due to his hands pushing and pulling me than my own movement. My lavender panties were still pulled down under my shaft, my dick standing out at attention as it leaked, occasionally poking his side and leaving a smear. I had almost forgotten how unprepared I had felt before I had showed up. I was more and more willing to do anything King wanted me to

King pulled away from our kiss. I caught my breath and leaned back, putting my hands behind me on his knee. His arms roamed my body, feeling my arms, grabbing my chest, even squeezing my thighs, in a sensual moment. Much more slowly, and more automatically, I kept moving my hips.

"How are you doing?" He asked softly. I looked back at him, taking him in. He had a wide nose and short cropped haircut. His goatee was trimmed, with a short, neat mustache I had been feeling while we kissed. His eyes were easy, giving his question a gentleness that wasn't present a few moments ago. He was handsome.

"Good... good," I managed to stagger out. "I'm very turned on," I coyly admitted.

"I can tell," he responded with a chuckle. "You seem to like the dirty talk."

"I, uh..." I started. I looked away. I did like it. Obviously. But vocalizing that took another round of courage. King was patient, waiting for me to respond on my own time. "I really like it. I like letting myself be turned on by hearing all this dirty stuff. It's sexy how sexy you think I am."

He smiled back at me. "You are sexy. I hope you realize what a good looking guy you are. And this ass" - he put both hands on my ass, giving them a squeeze and a shake - "is to die for."

I bit my lip. Fuck it was hot when he grabbed my butt. The way he pulled it open sent shivers down my spine.

"It's fun to be the object of attraction. Usually I'm the one doing all the 'being attracted.'" It was an overgeneralization, obviously I only slept with people who were attracted to me, but it was the way they expressed it that was different from right now.

He laughed, a nice, real laugh. "You gotta sleep with different women!"

"You know what I mean!" I shot back, smiling.

"I do, I do." He leaned into and kissed my neck. I tilted my head to the side to give him access, sighing as his lips touched my skin. "You also seemed to like the name calling..." he probed me further.

"I think it goes with letting myself go. Being a sex object and - ah!" King started nibbling on my earlobe. "Fuck..." I rasped out.

"Go on..." King whispered into my ear. "What turns you on about being a slut?"

I steadied my breathing, distracted by King's tongue. "It turns me on to just let go and be that turned on sex object. Especially because - oh!" King's tongue hit my inner ear. I sighed in pleasure, but wanted to finish my damn sentence. "Especially because I know it'll turn you on too. I can just sink into it and not care if it's depraved. I can just be a slut."

King retracted from my ear and met my gaze. "It does turn me on to turn you out. I like bringing it out of you. Showing this mostly straight boy how nice it is to play with a man."

"Yeah... the way you bring it out of me is really sexy too. You really know what you're doing."

I shyly looked away again, a little embarrassed. His hand found my chin, directed it towards him, and he kissed me deeply. I felt him suck my lip, then lightly bite it. His tongue entered my mouth, exploring, before mine met his, and they twirled around each other. He pulled away and looked down at my exposed erection, then brought two fingers down to my cock and collected a dollop of precum.

"You're like a faucet down here." he stated. He brought his hands up between us to where we could both see his fingers glisten. We stared at each other, and without looking away from me, he slowly and sensuously licked it off his own two fingers. My breathing got shallow. He then lowered his fingers back to my cock again and gathered another bulb of precum, but this time he brought it up to my face. I needed no instruction. I put both hands around his and drew it to my mouth. His fingers, thick and wet, went in my mouth as I tasted my own precum for the first time. It was slimy, a little sweet and a little salty. Now King groaned, clearly enjoying the work my tongue was doing as I lapped the gooeyness up, circling every side of his fingers to lick them clean. I stared directly at King and smoothly pulled them out of my pursed lips. King and I made eye contact again, his eyes focused and direct, mine potent and alluring. I could feel myself getting bolder.

"That's some good shit the way you lick my fingers." He told me.

I blushed. "Glad you like it," I said, feeling proud... it was fun turning him on.

"Now... is there anything else you want to suck?" He asked. I looked back at him, understanding exactly what he meant. I nodded, slow at first but then with a more enthusiasm, still shy despite my cock currently leaking onto him. "Use your words," he instructed.

I gulped. "I want to suck your cock." I stated, staring straight at him.

He raised an eyebrow. "You can ask better than that," he pushed me.

I wanted to impress but how far did he want me to go? I took a breath, remembering why I came here. That yang/yang energy. That unabashed sexuality. That thrusting, that hardness, that drunkenness from sex. I wanted it, and I was going to get it right now. I was going to take it.

I leaned forward, whispering in his ear. "I want to see your hard cock. I want it on my face. I want to taste it in my mouth." I went on, still a little nervous, still not sure of what I was saying, but my cock twitched at my perversion. My lips nibbled at his earlobe.

"More," he whispered back at me. I whimpered. More? How embarrassing was I supposed to get? How much more would he make me confess? His hands found my ass and squeezed. "Get filthy. Get slutty. Let go." Fuck. I was melting. This guy was turning my horniness to another level. I bit my lip. Fine. I'll fucking prove it.

"I want to worship your cock," I kept on in a hushed voice, straight into his ear. "You made me feel so good early and I want to return the favor. Can I lap at your balls, daddy?" I swallowed. My body knew what it wanted and I let it go, my mouth running like a tap. "Can I taste your sweet cum? Would you let me try to fit your fat cock down my throat?" It was fat, I was so sure of it from the feel of his bulge. "I'm nervous I might not be able to do it but would you let me try? I want to gag on it. I want it to fill up my throat." Fuck, I guess I loved begging.

"Climb down and get on all fours," King told me, finally satisfied with my pleading. "And put that cock away for now."

I did as instructed, stuffing my cock back into the lavender underwear, though at it's current state it hardly fit. I crawled off his thigh and down, in between his legs. Looking up at him, I stared at his still covered crotch. His cock strained against the underwear and my mouth watered. I was gonna be able to lick it soon.

"Can I see it, sir?" I asked. It was all just coming out now. Sir, Daddy, whatever, I was so turned on I felt like a different person. I was a horny slut. His horny slut.

He stood, hooked his thumbs in his waistband, and slowly pulled down. His gorgeous v line was revealed, the pants caught on his cock, then finally it sprang loose. It was huge. Hard and pointing at me at attention, with a beautiful, pinkish head. It was dark brown and veiny, with a gorgeous set of balls hanging far below it. I nervously gulped. There was no way I was going to be able to fit it down my throat. My lust and excitement was mixed with anxiety and a little bit of fear. I sat on my heels to bring my face up to it, eyes transfixed as it swung back and forth.

"Do exactly as I say. Nothing more, you understand boy?" I could only nod hurriedly in response. He stepped forward and placed his shaft on my face, with his balls on my chin and the head of his cock on my forehead. I didn't move, in shock of what was happening. There was a massive dick sitting on my face, and even more than that, my own cock was throbbing and my mouth watered. I wanted that thing so bad. I was annoyed that I couldn't try to swallow it right that moment.

"You look so pretty down there, boy. Lick the bottom of the shaft there. Treat it nice and go slow" he commanded, directing me to the bottom third of his cock above his balls.

I put my lips to it, finally getting to touch it on my own. I pushed them together and kissed it softly, then opened them slightly to suck his skin while the rest of his shaft stayed resting on face. My tongue came out, licking slowly up and down the bottom of his thick trunk, savoring his taste. It roamed with a mind halfway between mine and one of its own. It reached up one side, trying to get as far on to the top of the thick cock as it could, coating the shaft with saliva. My hand reached down to squeeze my cock through the lavender panties. I was finally getting to play with the manhood I had been drooling for.

"I love your big cock, sir." I moaned.

"Fuck yeah you do. You look so damn good with it draped over your face. You're practically drooling. Stick that ass out." He responded. I arched my back, pushing my ass out as far as I could, while my mouth still clung to the underside of his cock. Anything to be sluttier. I hadn't ever acted like this before, but I loved doing it. Whatever he needed from me, I'd do it. He reached down and smacked my ass, which pulled something between a gasp and moan out of me. He chuckled and did it again, spanking the other cheek. I gasped again. "Oh fuck daddy."

"You like being spanked too, little boy?" King taunted.

I hated and loved having to admit how much he was turning me on. "Yes, yes I love it." I spat out between breaths.

"Ha. So do I. Like I said, it's a damn a fine ass." Another spank, another gasp. "Now purse your lips," He said, standing up straight again. Then he put both his hands on either side of my face and began thrusting his cock forward and backward on top of my face, resting on my held out lips out. Wet and soft, they kept the underside of his dick nicely moisturized. He groaned, delighted, and I felt that satisfaction again. His hands around my head made me feel like a plaything. His plaything.

I kept my cock in my underwear, but I was squeezing it from the outside, giving it some relief as it cried out in my head for touch.

"Let your cock breathe, boy, I see you grabbing it. Take it out but don't stroke it. Play with your balls while you give me head." I did as he said, pulling the panties down, letting my dick pop out and the cool air touch the skin of my agonizingly hard dick again. I hooked them under my balls, moving my hand to them, touching them softly, massaging them, pulling them, sometimes roaming to my own thighs and squeezing, but not daring to stroke my cock, not just because King told me not to, but because I was afraid of coming while I sucked this dick before King even touched me. I was getting worried. Intimidated. I couldn't have expected acting like this because I didn't know anyone could act this slutty before I found myself doing it at that exact moment.

He pulled my face to the end of the head of his cock. I looked up at him, seeing his cock extend out from my face, his strong arms coming down to my head, his built abs and chest flexing as he held me. He was so manly, so hot, so strong, and his cock was leaking onto me as I stuck my ass out for him.

"You're so fucking sexy, King," I told him. "You're so hot. This cock is so big. I want to stroke myself so bad."

"You make me feel like it, boy. I like the way you talk. My little whore down there, salivating on my fat cock." He rubbed the tip and shaft over my face, leaving a trail of his precum. "I'll make you feel good soon enough, but now I wanna see how far down your throat you can take me. Open your mouth."

I did as commanded, and King put the tip of his cock between my lips. He thrust himself forward, slowly and deliberately. I stretched my jaw as wide as it could go to allow him to enter me. It felt even bigger than it looked, invading every part of my mouth, filling me up. The only thing I could think about was this girth entering my face. It was warm, soft and hard at the same time as I tried to feel it with my tongue. It felt massive, already pushing on the back of my throat, but opening my eyes and looking down the shaft, only about half of it was in my mouth. I was leaking uncontrollably above my panties, my cock twitching. This cock was turning me on so much.

"Moan on it." He didn't need to ask me twice. I started emanating "mmm"s, high pitched and needy, actively adding lust to my voice, showing my earnestness. I didn't need to exaggerate anything, but the pleading, desperate, horny sounds coming from within me flipped a switch in my mind. I was a slut. A wet, cocksucking slut, getting off to pleasuring this dick. I squeezed my balls hard, needing more touch. My eyes were closed as I focused solely on worshiping this throbbing dick in my mouth. My tongue was working, rubbing the bottom of his cock, moving back and forth. I pulled it out a little to circle his head, which King groaned in approval of.

"Oh shit. That's good. Good slut. Keep going." His encouragement kept me motivated, and I pulled more of him into my mouth, taking as much as I could before his cock pushed against the back of my throat. I held him there until I gagged, hard, and I pulled off. I gasped for air when it popped out of my lips. A combination of spit and King's precum covered my mouth and face.

King grabbed my hair, yanking my head back til I looked up at him. His other hand held the base of his dick and he slapped it on my face several times. My hands came up to the shaft and replaced his own. With both hands stacked on his cock, there was still space left at the top of it, and my hands weren't small. This cock was huge.

King's hand left my hair as he let me take over. I guided the head back into my mouth. What I lacked in experience and actual ability to take much of this cock in my mouth, I made up for in passion. My two hands stroked his shaft, twisting in opposite motions, as they competed with my mouth for most enthusiastic pleasuring of King's dick. I bobbed my head back and forth on what I could fit in my mouth while continuing to jack him off. I moaned and gagged on it, hearing that "glug glug glug" emanating from me as I tried my best to suck this big cock. I was lost in the effort of it. One hand drifted to his balls, massaging them, sometimes moving from one to another. This freed up room for my other hand to stroke the thick shaft more.

Despite my inexperience sucking a dick, it seemed like King was enjoying it. He was groaning, occasionally adding and "Oh yeah" or "fuck yes." A "Good job, boy" gave me more resolve to keep going. I loved sucking this dick. A hand found the back of my head and he guided my mouth. He started moving my head faster, his dick pounding the back of my throat. I couldn't take it that long, and gagged hard, pulling off his cock and coughing a bit. I was covered in my own spit and saliva. His cock glistened with it. I composed myself and looked up at him.

"Damn I fucked you up, boy." He said, admiring his work. I paused, a little dazed still.

"Thank you, daddy," I replied. King whistled. I was honestly astonished at myself for saying that. But I had just sucked this cock as hard until I couldn't anymore, so was it really that out of place?

"How's my pretty little whore doing down there?" He asked, looking down at me. I nuzzled up to his leg.

"So good. I love sucking you, Daddy. I love how it fills me up," I said into his thigh.

"That mouth you have is getting dirtier and dirtier," He said, hand on the back of my head.

"It's your cock, sir. It turns me into such a whore." I loved talking like this. A part of me was still shocked at the perversion, but more of me was turned on. I looked up, eyes coming into line with his balls, and instinctively reached my mouth out to pleasure them, taking one between my lips and sucking.

"Ohhh yes." King responded. They hung low, and the skin was rough in my mouth. I could feel the little hairs, but didn't care. I took one and swirled my tongue around it, getting it as wet as possible. I moved to the other, giving it the same treatment.

"Fuck yeah," King spoke from above me. "Treat those balls nice. Lick that shit clean." I got more feverous, taking both in my mouth at once.

"Look at me," he commanded, and I angled my eyes up to meet his gaze, his balls still in my mouth, my eyes giving the most alluring, puppy dog look I could. He took my head and shoved it against him. My mouth was still full of his balls, and now my nose was full of his scent. My own spit on his cock now rubbed off onto the rest of my face. My eyes rolled back at the demeaning position I was in. It made me so, so hard. "You look pathetic down there. Such a good boy." He pulled me off, and I gasped for air once his balls left my lips.

"I wanna taste my little whore." He pushed me away from his crotch and, while I still faced him, pushed my head down, putting my cheek on the ground. He leaned over and groped my ass, giving it a slap. I was being used with my ass on display. This man was putting me in my place as a subby little bitch... but I was hornier than I ever had been before. With my ass in the air and the taste of his cock and balls in my mouth, I was a toy for him. His huge hands grabbed and squeezed my ass, reminding me my place. Face down, ass up, that's the way... I like to show off my fuckable ass for King, I finished in my mind. The thought made me throb again.

King circled around behind me. I kept my face on the ground, too engrossed in the moment to make any movements. He knelt down and I felt his face rub against my ass.

"So fucking nice like this," he muttered, and spanked me again. I felt him grab my panties and pull them off my crotch and down my legs. My legs were pushed together to let them slide off entirely. It was a tiny piece of fabric, but the difference between having them on and being completely naked was stark. I was on display, fully exposed, asshole in the air.

He spread my cheeks, putting my hole out in the open and tugging it tight. That feeling of being totally revealed overtook me. A few of his breaths tickled my asshole, then his wet tongue touched my skin a few inches from my entrance. I gasped audibly. His tongue circumnavigated me. Each new centimeter of skin wettened by him made me gasp and moan. I don't know if I had ever been rimmed before, but everything King was doing, I loved. These new sensations, the wet, firm, slow teasing around my ass, drove me insane. As his tongue approached my folds, my hole squeezed and shuttered at the new visitor. "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck," I was mumbling into the ground as he got me wetter and wetter. He finally got to my hole, and circled it. "Ohhh shit..." leaked out of my mouth like my precum leaked out of my dick. He flicked across it, up and down it, and sucked it. I was in heaven. My voice kept moaning out curses between moans.

Then, suddenly, his tongue went from licking my outside to diving into me. He stretched me out and plunged it into my depths. He was entering me already, and not even that deep, but it was unmistakable. "Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck you're inside me!" I cried out. King, too, was making plenty of noise, hungrily licking me up and audibly enjoying his meal.

"Yeah? You like when I put my tongue deep in your pussy?" he taunted.

"Yes sir please sir I love it." I blabbered back. Calling my ass a "pussy" didn't even register in my mind anymore. It was a fitting name for my hole, my hole that was getting wetter and looser the more King licked it. He growled into it, pushing his tongue in and out like he was fucking me with his tongue. I loved the wet pressure in and out. My eyes hadn't been focused in a while, eyelids half open as my entire existence was King tongue-fucking my asshole.

King then withdrew from my ass and picked me up in one swoop. It blurred together, and I could hardly recognize any part of my body beyond my twitching asshole and throbbing cock. He carried me out of the living room and over to his bed, where he placed me down on my back. My mind was in a daze. He then took my legs and pushed them back to my shoulders.

"Hold these," he told me, and unable to do anything other than what was ordered of me, I grabbed them. I was now so open, holding myself wide with my asshole spread in missionary position, like so many of the women I had fucked before. My cock rested against my abs, still hard, and still leaking. King then leaned onto me and kissed me, with all his weight pushing into me as our tongues danced. I hungrily kissed him back, sucking and twirling my tongue on his as it explored my mouth. His being on top of me like this made me feel so small and in his control.

He rose from our kiss and moved away. He propped me up, raising my ass in the air and laying it against him while my weight rested evenly between my upper back on the bed and my hips against his body. I was still holding my legs to give him the best possible access to my hole, my pussy. It was a ridiculous position, but surprisingly comfortable. It was hot, too. My body wasn't able to do anything at that moment but let King play with it. I got to look at his incredible body again, his dark skin and muscles in control as he looked down at me. I could see him from the middle up, as my own body obscured everything below his waste. This absolutely hunk of a man was gracing me with this pleasure and I could hardly handle it. I wasn't handling it, I was completely submitting to him. In this position, I was completely exposed and at his mercy. Before I drove over tonight, I wanted to "not hold back." I wasn't able to even think about holding back at this point.

"Youre doing such a good job, little slut," he told me, before reaching down and circling my raised asshole with a finger. "I'm gonna open you up now." My face must have affirmed him, because while I couldn't respond, his finger went from circling my asshole to pressing on it. I was clenching, nervous for what came next. "Relax your hole," he told me kindly. "Don't put up any resistance and it'll be easy to take."

I swallowed and nodded back at him sheepishly. I took a deep breath and did my best to relax my body. My muscles loosened, as did my asshole. I consciously let the tension melt away from my pelvis. I could feel my hole go from tight and clamped to loose and easy. I kept breathing, trying to let the feeling sink in. Just as I felt it set in, King's finger pushed in. I gasped, and looked up at him in shock.

"Good boy, just like that. Keep breathing and stay open for me," he cooed down at me. One knuckle was in, and I focused on letting him inside me. My hole was adjusting to the feeling. It was just one finger, but it felt like an entire staff had been inserted within me. Another knuckle slipped in. He spit on my pussy where his finger entered me, lubing it up, and started to pull it in and out. He was slow and deliberate, sometimes moving in a small circle around my sphincter to ease it open, sometimes going in and out. I was writhing beneath him, lost in the pleasure. I was making the most obscene noises, moaning, whimpering, and panting. It didn't matter what King did, I loved it.

"Are you enjoying yourself down there?" He asked.

I mustered out an "Mmm, yes, yes sir" between my breaths.

"Tell me what I'm doing, boy. I like hearing it come from your lips." He was staring down at me, chin slightly elevated, relishing in his power over me. His hand that wasn't playing with my hole was playing with his nipple. I even found that hot, for some reason. I returned his gaze and tried to satiate him.

"You're fingering me. You're fingering my ass so good, sir."

King egged me on. "Am I opening up your tight hole?"

"Yes," I panted out. "My hole is so open for you."

"Do you like being fingered like a bitch in heat?" He pulled that lustful, submissive shame out from me again. He put some bite into the word "bitch." I responded immediately.

"I love being fingered like a bitch. I love it when you play with my tight hole. It's so hot to be your slut. You can do anything you want to me."

King pulled his finger almost all the way out, only to introduce a second finger, and push them back in. His preparation paid off, and while I was still tight, it slipped in with ease. My eyes rolled back.

"Oh fuck!!" I moaned loudly. "Oh fuck your fingers are filling me up so good." My voice had gotten higher over the evening, like it was eeking out over some precipice rather than coming from my voicebox. King started flicking his fingers, tapping forward towards my cock while inside my ass, tapping my prostate. The effect was incredible. Every tap spread pleasure out from my ass to the rest of my body. I was in heaven on this bed, holding my legs back, exposing my asshole to this stud while he fingered me.

"I love making you my little bitch boy," he growled down at me. "I'm showing you just how much of a whore you really are tonight." Pants of agreement came from me. King was still fingering me, increasing his speed, thrust in and out more, pumping my prostate more. My cock was bouncing against my abs as I stared up at him, transfixed as he finger fucked me.

Then, King's hand came down and slipped below my cock. At first he just cradled it in his off hand, but then he leaned over me. "Sluts cum when their pussies get played. Do you want to cum while I play with your pussy?"

I couldn't respond. I was lost in his fingers, now deeper than they had been before, toying with my asshole. I wanted to cum so bad, but I couldn't get that across to my voice, too drunk on the feeling in my ass.

"I asked you a question, boy." He said, voice tinged with annoyance, putting emphasis on "boy". His fingers stopped thrusting, and his hand squeezed around my cock, hard, to grab my attention.

"Ah!! Yes, yes please!! I want to cum!" I blurted out. The sudden grip on my cock felt good and too rough at the same time.

"Beg me. I know you love to, and I love to hear it."

He was right. I gathered myself.

"Please make me cum. Please. You play with my ass so good, you-" King cut me off

"Your pussy. Call it your pussy."

"You play with my pussy so good, daddy. Please, please let me cum. I need it so bad."

"Are you my bitch?"

"I am. I'm your bitch. I'm your turned on little slut. You've put me in heat. I can't think about anything other than my hole getting fingered. Nothing except my pussy. Daddy, please, fuck, Daddy." Between the humiliation dribbling out of my mouth and King's assault on ass, I could feel my orgasm building. He wasn't even stroking my cock yet, just letting it sit in his hand, but it was enough touch to activate that feeling deep within me, and I could see how little distance there was between the start of it and actually cumming.

"Say thank you. Say thank you for the fact I let you suck my dick and I'll let you cum"

"Thank you for fucking my face daddy. I loved it so much. Thank you for opening my pussy up and showing it how good it can feel. Thank you for teaching me how to be the slut I really am." I was so turned on. I was so depraved. I was such a whore.

"Yeah, you are my little slut. You liked sucking daddy's dick way too fucking much." King then stopped, pulling his fingers out of me before swiftly moving around to the other side of my body. I was so close, what was he doing? He repositioned, sitting on my face, draping his balls over my nose. His body faced me, so our chests aimed at each other. His left hand steadied my back, holding my hips up high so that my asshole stayed exposed, while his right hand grabbed my cock from the front. My hands were still holding my legs, now trapped in the back of my knees as King sandwiched them between his body and mine. The sudden onslaught of his weight on top of mine momentarily distracted me from my orgasm.

King's hips shifted, and the head of his cock appeared at my mouth. I had to strain my neck back, looking at it upside down. Some part of me knew this was how people got face fucked.

"Because you liked to suck it so much, you can suck it now. Suck it like you love it, faggot, and cum while it fills your throat." My tongue reached out of my mouth, and his head found my lips. He slipped into my face, and thrust in and out as far as he could. At the same time, his mouth found my asshole, his tongue finding new depths in it's opened state. His other hand was jacking me off, my dick lubricated from all the precum I'd been leaking. It didn't take long. The way he used my mouth made me submit. His tongue invaded my pussy while he stroked me. It sent me over the edge. The sounds coming from me, high pitched moans and whimpers, along with gagging and slurping at the massive dick using my mouth, were pitiful. I did love the cock thrusting into my mouth. I loved being a faggot cocksucker getting his hole tongued. And to think, I was so shy when I showed up.

I exploded. I felt surge after surge of pleasure. I felt my cum hitting my chest, then my chin, then some on my cheek, and more on my chest. I couldn't stop. King kept milking me as more pulses came out. Some hit my abs, some dribbled down onto my nipple, another landed somewhere near my face again. A few more sensations of pleasure washed over me as they started to die down, and King's mouth rose from my hole. His cock retreated from my mouth. He gently laid me down on the bed, hips finally making contact with the sheets and I released my legs for the first time in what felt like hours.

I was out of breath, exhausted, but in bliss. It was undoubtedly the best orgasm I'd ever had. I realized I was absolutely covered in my own cum. It was sticky and slimy, but I had no energy to do anything about it. I just relished in it like a coat of armor. King walked around and sat on the side of the bed, giving my thigh a quick pat. We made eye contact through my half-closed lids, and both cracked a smile. I laughed, and he did too. What a fucking experience, we were saying to each other.

Several moments passed by. A few minutes, likely. I finally shook my head and broke the silence, still slightly out of breath.

"Insane. So good. You're so fucking sexy." My brain wasn't making much more advanced thoughts than that right now. King smirked, leaned over, and kissed me deeply. "It's fun making pretty boys cum," he said, lips close to mine. We kissed slowly, enjoying ourselves. He broke away and licked some of the cum off my chin, then came back to my mouth and passed it off to my tongue. Our tongues twisted on each other with the new flavor of our cum between them. I was still recovering from the momentous orgasm, existing halfway between on the bed with King and some heavenly state, when I noticed the gentle movement of King stroking his own cock as we made out. I pulled away, looked down, and confirmed my suspicions. He hadn't cum like I had, afterall.

"Bring that up here," I whispered to him, our faces still close. He smirked again, an incredibly good looking, devilish smile, and crawled on top of me. He sat on my chest, pinning my arms to my side, not seeming to care about getting the cum on my body all over his legs. His gorgeous dark cock was now pointed directly at my face, as I looked up at it, over his body, and up to his face. He reached down with a strong arm and continued his slow masturbating, but now aimed his cock at me.

"I want to make you cum," I said, softly and seductively, making eye contact.

"That'll happen soon looking at your handsome face." He responded. "You still have cum on it."

I giggled. "Do I? Where?" I said with a smile. I wasn't processing things very quickly. He smiled back, reached up to the side of my face, and scooped a dollop off. I guess I was so out of it I hadn't noticed that particular blob of cum.

He moved his cum covered fingers in my mouth. I obediently licked them clean, that slimy texture hitting my tongue. He sighed pleasantly.

"Actually," King reached around his body and scooped up more of my cum from my abs. You looked good like that." He turned back, and I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out a bit, expecting to taste that sweet and salty taste again. Instead, King smeared it over my face. I gasped, taken aback by the sudden shift. Despite my shock, I could tell I didn't mind.

"Handsome and filthy... that makes me hard." I saw his cock swell in his hand. "Covered in your own cum, and about to be covered in mine. Do you like being down there, boy?" I sheepishly nodded back at him, maintaining eye contact.

"Yes sir. It suits me, sir."

"Yes it does. Make out with the head of my cock," he commanded, placing the head on my lips. I obeyed, kissing it gingerly, forming an O with my lips around it. I kissed and sucked, taking only the head into my mouth. I massaged it, flicking and circling it with my tongue, doing my best to pleasure King's big cock. I imagined it was his tongue, dancing with it as I had earlier, but instead it was the thick, hard head of his dick. He moaned loudly, still working his cock with his hand while my lips went to work.

"Make love to it. Show me how much you like it there." I was so eager to serve him. I had only cum a few minutes ago, but already he had switched me back to slutmode, and my cock was responding.

King pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped it on my face a few times. I felt it hit the cum on my face. I was trapped below King's massive body, covered in cum, pleasuring him, and I loved it. I felt like such a whore, doing whatever he wanted. I was a whore for this man.

"I'm close," King announced. "Beg for it. Beg for my cum."

"Please cum, sir. I need it. Cover me. Cum on my face and in my mouth."

His breathing was shallower and he was pumping his cock faster. He was close. The glistening head was pointed right at my face. I reached out my tongue and licked the tip.

"Degrade yourself," he growled down. He was going feral. Any semblance of my dignity was far gone at this point. When King told me to do something, I did it.

"I'm a slut for you. You've turned me into a filthy cum covered slut, daddy. Thank you for turning me out. Thank you for licking my pussy til I came. I want you to fuck me. I can't wait for you to fuck me. Teach me how good my pussy can feel when it's fucked by a big, fat cock like yours. Use my ass til I can't walk. 'Til I daydream about riding it. Claim me. Claim my hole with your cock. 'Til you burst in my guts. My-" I was cut off as a rope of cum hit my face. A roar erupted from King. Two more spurts hit my face, then suddenly he shoved at least half his dick in my mouth. He was grunting and growling like an animal. He let loose the rest of his cum down my throat. I sucked it out of him, amazed by how good it felt to have his cock throb and release onto the back of my tongue. He was leaning forward onto his hands now, gyrating his hips back and forth, milking the end of his orgasm between my lips with small thrusts. He stayed there for a while, letting the throbs die down while I kept worshiping the load that he had just given me. I was truly sucking him dry, pulling every drop out of that gorgeous dick.

Eventually, he shifted his weight back to sitting on my chest, and his cock left my mouth with a pop. He was out of breath and let his head hang back. I simply sat there, looking up at him as his orgasm and hard-on slowly subsided. He rolled off and laid down next to me, exhausted from his orgasm. I propped myself on an elbow. Now it was my turn to smirk at him as he laid down in bliss. I let him stay there in the feeling as long as he wanted.

"I love that mouth of yours." He finally said. "The way it pleases me and the things it says."

I smiled at the praise. "It's easy when you work me up like you do. I'm not lying about any of it."

He opened his eyes and met my gaze.

"You're COVERED in jizz," he said with a chuckle. He propped himself up and kissed me again. "Let's clean up in the shower and relax a bit." He lowered his tone and his hand found my ass. With a squeeze, he whispered, "I want to recharge before I fuck you."

I shuddered.

"I can't wait, sir," I whispered back.