#cleaning out for anal
We got up to his room and he told me to take my clothes off. I stripped while he got some things together. He had a hood in his hands and asked me if that’s how I wanted my hair. Seeing the hood got me excited, so I quickly put up my hair. He pulled the hood down over my face, a hole over my mouth to allow me to be as useful as possible. I lay back, now unable to see what he was doing. The uncertainty that comes with having my eyes covered made me tremble. I really do enjoy not knowing what’s going to happen next, whether because I’m blindfolded, or because my partner is being unpredictable. It drives home the fact that I’m not in control and that anything could happen.
After the hood was in place, he leaned back away from me and pushed my legs apart. I thought he was going to start fucking me or hit me or something, but instead he spit on my cunt. I whimpered when I heard and felt that, since spit is the most gross. Which, of course, he knows. That’s why he did it. Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, his cock in my mouth. He fucked my face, his cock hitting the back of my throat and making it hard to breathe. He stopped, and then I felt him tying rope around my ankle. He bent my legs and tied them like that. When he finished, he said, “I don’t know how we handle being in public.” “Why?” I asked. “Because I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you.” came the ridiculously hot answer. Hearing that he’d been wanting to use me and abuse me, and that he’d been thinking about it made me a happy and wet little cunt.
Done with my legs, he spread them again and pushed his cock into me. I moaned, feeling his cock filling me, and heard him say, “Fuck, you’re tight.” He fucked me hard and deep, hurting me and making me feel good in equal measure. I whimpered, and he pointed out that it was my fault this was happening. He was right. I didn’t clean my ass out for him to use before I came over. If I had, he’d be using that instead, which would hurt less. I need to be a better slut for him, and I deserved the hard use my cunt was getting.
Legolas pulled out of me and made me move to the side of the bed, the ropes making that task more difficult and uncomfortable. I knew what was coming, and with as little hesitation as I could manage, put my head over the side of the bed. He shoved his cock into my mouth and down my throat, and I fought down the panic that always comes with being unable to breathe. He repeatedly pushed his cock in and out of my throat, and I did the best I could to handle it. He told me that he was being too nice to me. He’s always too nice to me, giving me his attention and being willing to use and abuse me. I’m lucky he’s willing to spend time on me when I couldn’t even come over with my ass in the state he wants it. Especially considering the fact that, as he pointed out, he could get a more conscientious cunt to come over instead.
He yanked the hood off at some point, and stopped the throatfucking to let me breathe for a little while. It wasn’t a break, of course, and he lay back while I licked and sucked his cock, listening to his breathing and the noises he made. He pushed me off and it was back over the side of the bed for me, his cock in my throat. Eventually he stopped. He went around to the other side of the bed and put on another condom. I looked at him and he said, “Did you think I was done using your cunt?” before starting to fuck me hard again. He was rougher this time, hurting me with hands while he hurt my cunt with his cock. He slapped me in the face quite a few times, and my left cheek actually hurt for a short time after he stopped.
I started apologizing for not preparing for him to use my ass and promising to do better. I was talking about how I deserved all the pain and suffering he was inflicting on me because I hadn’t come over clean, when he said, “We can make it hurt more,” and told me to turn over so he could fuck me from behind. I turned over, the rope making it difficult and painful to get and be on my knees. He thrust into me again, going deep and making it hurt a lot. I whimpered, but managed not to move away. I deserved it, basically asked for it, by not doing the best I could for him.
He flipped me back over, and continued fucking me as he took the rope off my legs. When they were free, he pulled them up straight and pushed them back, changing the angle and making me moan. He continued fucking me and then pulled out and took the condom off. He came all over my stomach and chest, and all the way up to my collarbone. I sighed, satisfied, when he was done, and looked at how much prettier he’d made me, covering me with his cum.
Perfect Saturday. Friends, food, fun, and fucking.
