0 comments/ 70360 views/ 5 favorites One Day in the Woods By: chriszinner Out in the woods the other day, I met my dream man. I am a 45 year old sub slut who loves to do as they are told. Especially if doing as I am told means getting a long thick cock in my mouth. Any way, the other day, the weather was fine and I was out driving in shorts and T shirt. I saw this patch of woodland I had never seen before. It was over Bracknell way and was off a major road, but it had a large deep lay by off to one side. There was a fence leading into common land, but it had been broken down in the middle. It led onto some land that had lots of laurels and rhododendrons growing there. I like Rhodies. In the summer they have cool caves you can get into and have sex with other men. They also have overhanging branches that you can get tied to… but that’s later! My dream man is a man older than me, preferably about 55 years old, bigger than me (in height and build) with large cock that would choke me, but not too large that he would hurt my little botty. He would be strict and punish me and make me beg for his cum. Lots of other things come into this as well, but suffice to say I had never met this man. Until this day that is. As I pulled up, I noticed a BMW parked in the lay by just before the break in the fence. Someone was sitting in the driver’s seat. I pulled up behind him and got out. I slowly walked past the car, glancing in as I did. I saw it was a big series seven with all the trimmings – ooh maybe the driver had all the trimmings too! I looked in and my heart started to thud and my cock started to rise in my tight white pants I wore underneath my shorts. I have not got a bad body for my age – it is fairly slim and although I am bald, I keep it shaved all the time. The guy was a dream – mid fifties with a reasonable body going a little to fat, but not much. He looked taller than me. He had grey hair and was wearing cotton slacks and a loose shirt. His hand was placed on his cock. “Steady” I thought as I walked on past. “It’s probably nothing” But there was something about the way he had looked at me, the way he had stared at me, with a hunger in his face. I was starting to really turn myself on. Hurriedly I stepped through the fence and into the woodland. There was path leading away and I followed it for a short distance, before stopping and looking back. What I saw made me massage my excited cock. He was getting out of the car and coming round to the path to follow me. Quickly, I took my shorts off and walked on with only my T shirt, pants and white trainers on. I looked back again and there he was following me. I bent over, as if I was picking something up and let him get a good look at my bottom. I have been told I have a nice arse, so I made the most of it. I have been told I have a good mouth as well and I was hoping I could make the most of that! I saw a turning off to the right into some laurel bushes. I could see I would have to push my way through, so I waited to make sure he could see where I was going. As son as I was sure, I pushed through into a quiet cave under a laurel roof. Overhanging branches made it look very sexy. I immediately saw that this place was regularly used as there were used condoms about. My heart jumped a bit when I saw that someone (probably a health worker) had left lube and durex in the fork of a branch. I looked back and saw him come to the entrance and look through at me. I smiled and looked around again at this place. Hanging from one of the branches, about six and a half feet from the ground was a belt. It was obviously waiting to tie someone to the branch. I decided to make up his mind for him and took off my T shirt and put my hands up over the branch just by the belt. I looked back at him and saw he was watching me. I turned so that he could see the outline of my erection in my tight white pants. It was almost popping out of my shorts. He looked at me in a cool, calculating way, appraising me, trying to calculate if I was worth his effort. “Please, please, please” I thought. “I’ll do just about anything for you, if only you knew” Just at that moment he moved into the area and walked to wards me. I turned my back and bowed my head in submission. Stood there waiting for his verdict. I felt his hand touch my bottom and I started. I felt his hand slowly caress me, running across each cheek in turn, squeezing each buttock, testing them out. I could not keep my self quiet. I was letting go little whimpers of pleasure. “uuhhuhh” I said and “ooohahh” His hands were still roaming over my hot little bot, caressing and cajoling. I tried to push my bottom into his hands but every time he pulled them away just enough so that he had control. I whimpered and tried again and he slapped my right cheek, hard. Hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to really hurt. He came close up behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck. Could feel it warm and so exciting. Could smell his aftershave, some Italian concoction, expensive and cool. I could feel his hand tracing my spine and my bottom. He had strong hands and smooth, not rough, working man’s hands. His right hand moved around the front of my body, but he stayed behind me. He caressed my nipples, slowly one at a time and I let out a little moan. I was so turned on I would have done anything for him at that time. And I hardly even knew him! His hand slipped down to my waist and then settled itself over my cock and gave a firm squeeze. I thought I would cum there and then, but he took his hand away and it came back up to my nipples. Then he pushed against me from behind and I felt his cock for the first time. I could feel it was hard and if my experience was anything to go by, about 8” long. I remember thinking “Oh my god!” He pushed it against my bottom and I pushed back, but he took it away. I got the message. It was his show and I was only to willing to let him take the lead. He came round to the front of me and looked me in the eye. I dropped my eyes so that I did not have eye contact, but he lifted them up again. I was completely under his control. He could have done what he liked with me (and I could think of lots of things) and I think he knew it. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I responded, I could not do otherwise, but I let him dictate the power and length of the kiss. His mouth tasted of mint chewing gum. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I let it in and let him explore. My whole body was quivering with this experience and he could obviously feel it. He held the kiss, making it long and passionate and then broke away, leaving me gasping for breath. And wanting more. His arms reached up and took the belt. It was long and he tied my hands to it and then it to the branch. I was securely tied now, but he could release it from the branch and tie it somewhere else. I had vision of it being tied to a low branch and being fucked by him slowly and for a long time. He walked around me, looking at me and studying me. “I’ve been looking for someone. Someone like you. Younger, obedient, passionate. Willing to do as they are told. Are you that sort of person?” I thought quickly about the words I would use. I had thought a thousand times about the words I would use in this situation. But in the end the ones that came out were quite simple. “Yes master” He nodded, satisfied. “This afternoon, I’m going to see if you are good enough to be my sub slut slave. You will perform tasks and do them without complaint or question. Do you understand slut?” “Yes master” “Good” He untied me from the branch and said “get on your knees” I did so, excited at the thought that I may be getting his cock so soon. At that point another man walked into the clearing. He was clearly older, about 65-70 years old. He was dressed in a plaid shirt and old cords. He looked at me and licked his lips in a distinctly leering way and looked at my prospective master. “Yours?” he said to my master to be “He maybe” master replied “depending on how obedient he is. Do you need servicing?” “If you mean does my cock need sucking the answer is yes” said the old guy. “Does he swallow?” “He does if I tell him to. You will swallow his cum slut. Do you understand?” “Yes master, I will obey I said.” The old bloke stepped forward and dropped his cords. He had blue underpants on and moved forward to in front of me. I could see that his cock was big, but not yet stiff. “You can start off by kissing it” he said and grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into his pants. My nose and mouth were pushed up against his pants and I could smell stale urine on the front. Nonetheless, I knew my master expected me to obey. All the same I looked up at him, hoping he would not make me. He merely nodded to me. The old guy pulled my face back into his crutch, burying my mouth on the fabric of his pants. I kissed his cock through the material, getting the taste of the urine through it. I could feel his cock start to become turgid with excitement and I started to lath his cock with my tongue and lips. It crossed my mind that my new possible master may want me to drink his piss. I had never done it before, but I was so excited I think I would have done anything then. The old guy had hold of the back of my head and was forcing his ever thickening cock into my face. “Tied up as well. That’s a nice treat. When I deep throat he won’t be able to fight back” My eyes looked up at my master and I saw him playing with his cock beneath his trousers. It occurred to me then that he would never use a durex on me and I would be filled with his and anyone else’s cum he would allow. This made me even more excited and I redoubled my efforts on the old man to show master how good I was. The old guy was well into his stride now and he took half a step back and pulled down his pants. His cock was nearly fully erect and must have been ten inches in length. It was large in circumference as well. He stepped forward again and lifted his cock and pushed my face into his balls and perineum. “Get licking slut, I’m a bit sweaty down there and I need cleaning” he turned to my master and said “he’ll have to clean my bell end as well, that’s a bit cheesy at the moment. I wasn’t expecting to find this little treat here” I glanced at my master again as I licked the old guy’s balls. He was definitely turned on by the sight of me tied up. Doing his bidding. I could see his cock through his trousers and wondered if I would taste his cum today. I went back to work on the old guy’s balls and licked them with care. They were very sweaty and it took several minutes before the taste of old sweat went away. He was obviously getting excited, as he pulled my head away from his balls and wanked his cock in his hand in front of my eyes. I could see it was dirty as the foreskin was pulled back as he wanked but I knew I was going to suck it because I really wanted the other man to be my master. He grabbed my head and pulled it forward to his cock and at the same time he pulled back his foreskin. His glans was huge and I would have trouble getting it in my mouth let alone his cock. I could smell the smegma on it now. It was quite ripe. “That’s it” he whispered “you just lick the old bell end clean before I stuff it down your throat. Because that’s where it’s going, along with some of my jizz. The rest is going all over your face. I’ve been saving this for about a week now and I AM really excited.” He pulled my face forward and I started to lick his cock, looking at my master (I hoped) in my peripheral vision. He still looked turned on and was rubbing his cock through his trousers. Maybe later… I kept licking the old guy’s cock and it was nearly fully stiff now. It did not taste very nice, but I made a good job of licking every crevice of his glans and prepuce to ensure that he was clean. As I came towards the end of the cleaning a clear shining drop of precum spilt out of his urethra. It stood on the end of his cock and I longed to lick it up. I looked at my master and he nodded. “You may lick it off” he said. With great care, I licked the drop of the old guy’s cock and then he grabbed my head and shoved his enormous penis into the hilt into my mouth. As he fucked my mouth he said “oh yes good mouth this, we’ll see how good your throat is in a minute” I could feel his cock grow in my mouth as he became fully stiff and he fucked me for about another three minutes before stopping for breath. “Look at your master” he said and I looked around. My master had his cock out and was gently wanking himself. It was circumcised and about 8” long and quite thick. I almost came thinking about it in my mouth. But I knew he would not put it in my mouth this time. Not only would he want to keep control, but he would not put it in until I had washed my mouth. I looked back and the old guy said “open up and take it to the hilt” I opened my mouth and closed my lips around his cock and worked my way up it, licking the underneath as I went. As it went so far down my throat I stopped, but the old guy did not and pushed it all in until his pubic hairs were under my nose. I could smell his sweat and urine in his pubic area. My mouth and throat were completely filled and I was never so glad that I had practiced deep throat on bananas to get it right. Eventually he pulled back and then made a final assault on my mouth. I could tell he was near to cumming because of the shortness of his breath and the fact that his cock was absolutely rigid now. “Yeah you little fuck” he was saying “take my cock slut, right down. I’m going to jizz down your throat…” This seemed to be too much for him and he pushed his cock right to the back of my throat again and I felt his large organ judder as the first shot of cum splattered my throat. I immediately started to choke, but he left it there until the second wad had also gone down then he pulled his cock out and shot over my face. Long sticky gobs of cum hit me on both cheeks as he came what seemed to be gallons. I could feel it dripping down my face and onto my chest. My face was covered with his sperm and some of it dripped in my mouth and I licked it up. He wiped it round my face to clean it up and then put it forward for me to clean. I found myself eagerly licking his bell end as the last streamers of cum emerged from his cock. With that, he pulled up his pants and trousers and said to my (please!) master “thanks for that mate. Same again next week?” “We’ll see” said my master. When the old guy had gone he told me to get up and he tied me to the branch again. “Of course you will have to be punished for this now. I can’t let you stand there with cum dripping down your face can I?” ”No master” He got a short whippy piece of branch from somewhere and then pulled down the back of my pants. My cock was still encased in the front of my pants and it was almost quivering with the desire to cum. But I was determined not to cum until my master told me I could. “You are quite filthy now and I would not use your mouth. But I am going to cane you and then cum in your pants. I expect you to cum when I do” “Oh yes master, please cum in my panties that would be so nice” I replied He then proceeded to cane me with the stick, bringing it down hard and deliberately on each cheek in turn. I gave a little gasp on each smack. Suddenly, he was up behind me and I could feel his hand wanking his cock furiously. I could feel his breath on my neck and then he was coming, making sure that it was directed into the back of my panties. His hand cam round the front and rubbed my cock twice and I came with such a shattering orgasm that I went limp on the branch. I thought I would never stop cumming. There I was with only cum soaked panties on tied with my hands over my head. Cum was running down my face and I could feel my master’s cum dripping down my thighs through my panties legs. My bottom was on fire where he had caned me and my cum was soaking my panty front. “Do you want me master?” I practically begged. No I did beg. “You show some promise. Be here the same time next week and we will see” He gave me some instructions for the next week. Very specific instructions and told me not to disobey. And then he was gone, leaving me hanging there, covered in cum. To be continued Please let me know if you liked this One Day in the Woods Ch. 02 Since that day last week I had been dreaming of returning. He had left me hanging there, cum filled pants with cum dripping off my face. I had hung there for about ten minutes, half fearing, half hoping that someone else would come and use me. In the end no one came and I managed to free myself and clean myself up. That wasn’t easy and I had to travel home commando. I made a note to bring a rucksack next week with a clean up kit as well as the items master had told me to bring. When I got home I had a long hot bath in my flat. As I lay in the bath thinking about the day I felt my cock growing again and my hand strayed to it to rub it. I needed to cum again just thinking about my new found dominant. Then I remembered what he had said to me. “You will not cum unless I say so. Give me your mobile number so I may ring you when I wish. I may phone you and order you to masturbate. It… amuses me.” That was the last thing he had said to me and the last thing I had said to him was my mobile number. That was Saturday. Today was Wednesday and I had heard nothing. Until now. The mobile began to ring. I grabbed it and listened. “Is that you slut?” I felt my cock stir and begin to rise. “Yes master.” “Good. Strip naked now.” I put down the phone and was naked in record time. My cock was quivering as I picked up the phone again. “Are you ready for Saturday?” “Oh yes – I will have everything you said and I will be there at the time you said.” “Good. You may cum now. Get a glass and cum into it” I rushed to the kitchen, the phone against my cheek listening, afraid to miss anything. I picked up a clean wine glass. “I have the glass master” “Then what are you waiting for. I gave you a command. Do not act slovenly again.” “No master”. I started to rub my cock. I knew it would not be long before I came. I was as hot as hell and I could feel the excitement coming off my glans in waves. “Are you cumming?” he asked His voice sent me over the edge and it was all I could do to point my streaming weapon into the glass. It pumped out thick creamy jism and long strands stuck to the inside of the glass. My pants must have been heard because he said, “I take it you have cum. Good now drink it” Now usually, when I cum I lose a lot of the erotic feeling and everything returns to normal as I come down off my testosterone high. This time though I was still as sexually excited even though I had cum. With shaky hands I picked up the glass and put it to my lips. I knew what cum tasted like – I had drunk enough in my time, but this was the first time I had drunk my own. I tasted it and it was similar to all the other I had ever swallowed, except this time I was being told to drink it and this made me hard again. I finished the cum and said “I have drunk it master” “Good. No more cumming until I say so. Otherwise you will be punished. I will know if you lie. Understood?” “Yes master” was my meek reply. I wanted to wank now but knew I would not. I would save it until he wanted it. Normally I wank at least once a day, usually twice, if I’m not getting my rocks off with another person, male or female. Now I was celibate until told otherwise. Still I was going shopping for what master had told me tomorrow – that was something to look forward to. The next day I was in town and approached the lingerie shop with some excitement. I entered the shop and went to talk to the woman behind the counter. She was about 35 years old and attractive. She had shoulder length blonde hair in a bob and electric blue eyes. Her figure was full but not overly so. She was wearing a thin top tautly pulled over 34d breasts and I could see the outline of her nipples through them. Her skirt was short and tight and covered a lovely bottom. The heels on her ankle length boots were 3”. “I want some underwear and pull up stockings please” I said “Certainly sir and what size is the lady who will be wearing it?” I had instructions about this and was ready although I was extremely nervous. “They are for me. My master says that they should be reasonably tight and show off my taut bottom. The pull ups should leave a stretch of creamy thigh between my panties and their top.” She looked at me. A look of surprise, then surmise. “Certainly sir, if you would like to come through to the back where it is more discreet and we can kit you out.” “Thank you “I replied nervously as we went to a room at the back of the shop. She went away and came back in short order. I half expected giggling assistants to be with her, but saw none. Thank goodness I had approached her! Having said that, if my master asked me to explain what had happened I speculated that he would make me ask a young girl next time. Humiliation is as erotic as sex sometimes and submissives love to be humiliated. She showed me a gorgeous pair of pink panties in the 18-20 size range – they were great. They would hug me and my bottom and my cock so that it all showed through. She looked me in the eye and said “would sir like to try them on?” I tried to say no, I really did, but the look in her eye reminded me of my new found master. “yes” I murmured “could I try some pull ups as well please?” “But of course. Would you like sandals as well?” she said with a wicked gleam in her eye. “Do you sell them?” I said “that would be great” “Of course, you try those on and I will get the sandals and pull ups”. I quickly pulled off my shoes and socks and took off my pants and pulled on the panties. The silky feel was so nice that I immediately had a hard on. At that point the woman arrived back in. She looked a little flushed. Sexually flushed? I think so! “Here are the pull ups” – lovely ones, very sheer with a very slight pattern. I pulled them up on each leg that had been shaved especially that morning. If anything my cock grew stiffer in the panties. I looked up at her and she was looking straight at my cock. “Nice fit” she said haughtily. “Now put these on”. It was an order. I liked the sound of it. I bent down and put the first sandal on and tightened the strap. It had a 2” heel. It felt like a great fit. I looked up to compliment her and saw that she had moved forward to stand right in front of me. So close that my forehead brushed the cool linen of her skirt. I looked up and saw that she was very excited. Her face was flushed and she had a cruel smile on her face. “Put the other one on you little slut, then take your T shirt off.” Quickly I put on the other sandal and slipped off my T shirt. “Stay kneeling” she said “and pull up my skirt” I grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up inch by precious inch. As I did each inch of thigh was revealed and I became more and more excited. As I approached the moment when her mons would be revealed she said “stop” Hiding my disappointment I looked up at her. “Does your master allow you to cum?” she asked “Only when he says” I replied “And does he say you can come today in here?” I bowed my head and shook it. “Shame, still I take it there is nothing against me cumming” I looked up, licked my lips and said “I have no orders to that effect mistress.” “Good, continue to lift my skirt” I lifted it further and her shaved labia came into view. The pussy lips were already blooming open like roses first thing in the morning. They were a delicious pale flesh colour. I pushed the skirt up as far as it would go and she grabbed it and stuck the hem in the waistband. Then she turned round and bent over and opened her legs. “Rim me” she said in an authoritative voice. “Lick my arse and make sure you get your tongue in there” I needed no second bidding and I pulled open the delicious cheeks. I could see her puckered anus and fell in love with it. I leaned forward and pushed my tongue into it and rolled it about. “NNNGGGG” she said “that’s good – keep going” I needed no encouragement and lapped contentedly at her hole for about 5 minutes. Suddenly, it must have been too much for her because she turned around and pushed her cunt into my face and grabbed the back of my head. “Now lick me out” she whispered viciously “or I’ll send you out in the shop dressed like that. Now do as you are told slut” Her hands pushed me into her waiting labia and I stuck my tongue in her slit and ran it up and down until I found her clit. She was sopping wet and I found my face was being covered with her juices. She ground her crotch against me and I licked her clit until I could feel her shudder and her orgasm arrive. It was all I could do to stop myself from cumming. Then she pulled away and pulled her dress down. “get dressed and pay for the goods to Rachel outside.” I want your slut arse out of here.” “Yes mistress” was all I could say. Quickly I took off the clothes and put on my own and went out to pay. Rachel was a 20 year old stunner who was smirking at me as I paid for the goods. “I hope you enjoyed your visit sir, I saw what went on.” “What” was all I could say “Oh yes, madam lets us watch the cross dressers slobber over her” I picked up my goods and left. Not because of embarrassment but because if I did not leave I would be disappointing my master by cumming. The days passed slowly to Saturday but eventually 3pm came round and I found myself in the clearing where I had been made to perform oral sex on the old man. I was 30 minutes early and prepared myself. I was not worried if anyone came in – I had clear instructions from my master for that eventuality. First I stripped naked. Then I put on the stockings and the panties and then the sandals. I felt deliciously naughty. I hoped my master would appreciate the stark difference between my shaven head and the women’s clothes that covered my lower body. I then took out a piece of string. My master would be here in the next ten minutes and I must be ready. I pulled the panties down and took my turgid cock in my hand. I pulled back the foreskin and tied the soft but thin string around my glans just under the head. Then I put it down through the panties and walked over to a tree and tied the string to the tree. Above me a branch beckoned. The same one that the previous week I had been punished on. The string was long enough for me to lay down or kneel but would not let me walk far. Then I got the soft leather belt I had and tied it to the branch. The final piece was to put my hands into the loop and tie myself up. I waited in nervous anticipation. Someone could come in and take me there and then. My master had said if this happened I was to let them do whatever they liked but not to cum over me or in me. I was on fire, thinking of 4 different men wanking over my scantily clad body. Apart from the sexual feelings I had I was also now getting a strong urge to pee. Master had told me to drink 4 pints of water 1 hour before I arrived and not to pee until he said so. I hoped he wanted me to pee my panties. It was a huge humiliating turn on for me to do it. I had never done it before and looked forward to the experience. I could feel every part of my body. My anus tingled where I had taken an enema not 2 hours ago. It was not lubed – those were not the instructions – but I had lube in my pack – those were the instructions. I could feel my penis like never before, pressed against the silky softness of the panties, the exposed glans rubbing and constantly stimulating me because the foreskin was not allowed to come back to its natural position. I could feel the elastic of the hold ups clinging to my upper thighs and I rubbed my thighs together to create a stimulating warmth. The sandals were comfortable and easy to wear with only a 2” heel and I felt that they showed off my good legs to advantage. The sun was shining down through the branches and the day was lusciously warm. And I was 5 minutes away from meeting my new dom. The 5 minutes dragged by. Time slowed. I was aware of everything in the clearing. The sun shining on the rhodie leaves, the soft mulch underfoot, my breathing shallow but fast. And there he was. Dressed much as last week. Five feet eleven inches, about 55 years old. Bulkier than me but not fat. He was dressed in designer shorts and a quality polo shirt with designer walking sandals, the type you only get in the more expensive stores. He was wearing mirror sunglasses and I could not see his eyes. He stood there looking at me, taking in my self made predicament. I imagined his eyes drifting over my body, taking in the belt holding my arms over my head, the string trailing from in my panties to the tree and the patently female attire that I had on my lower body. He must have stood there for ten minutes staring at me. I imagined he was deciding and I lived in dread of him walking away and leaving me there. What would I do? I had never felt this way about another man before. My cock also was telling me how excited I was. Yes so was my bladder. Oh I could pee my panties for this man. He walked around me , looking at me from every angle, taking in my all but naked body, at one point kneeling down and staring at my buttocks, my small round bottom I was so proud of. Then he came up behind me and I could feel his breath on my shoulder. I shuddered at the eroticism of that one breath. “You look acceptable” he breathed in my ear. I felt heady. Acceptable! I had passed my first test! Room for improvement, I could do better, I may get punished, but he was not dumping me out of hand. I felt my cock swell further in the grip of the soft white string. “Thank you master” I breathed “Did I ask you to talk? Did I ask you to open your slutty mouth? you talk when I say. Do you understand?” I nodded, nothing else. I could not have done anything else. I cannot remember a time when I was so sexually excited in my whole life. I stayed as still as I could lest I annoy him further. “Better” he said “Now get on your knees.” He undid the belt and let me get to my knees on the soft earth. Then he took the belt and tied my hands up in front of me. He walked three paces away from me and stood there. Then he took his cock out. My eyes riveted on it. It was the centre of my universe, that weapon. I wanted nothing more than to open my mouth and let him push it in. It was magnificently erect. Circumcised with a gorgeous bulbous head that would fill my mouth. It was long enough to make me gag as well. Well it would have been had I not done all the practice on bananas so that I could control my gag reflex. Slowly, he rubbed his hand up and down the 8” length of his beautiful weapon. I could not take my eyes of it. I wanted it, lusted after it. It would be my job to satisfy my master sexually and this was the centrepiece of his lust for control of me. I licked my lips as his hand made it’s slow route up and down the length of his gorgeous penis. Every time it got to the top, he would rub his palm around it. Then I saw it, a drop of pre-cum appeared on the end, in the slit. I poked my tongue out hopefully, hoping against hope that he would say that I could lick it off. He looked down, then at me. “Come and get it if you want it. If you can” Eagerly, I moved forward my tongue already out to gather the dew drop of pearlescence on the end of his beautiful weapon. Only to be brought up short by the string. My mouth was a good 4” short of his cock. “Uuugghhh” was all I could say as I strained and stretched my cock until it hurt to get to his cock. But to no avail, I was still 4” short. Something which he had obviously planned for. He wiped the pearly drip off his cock and flicked it onto the floor. I licked my lips as I saw it fly and hit the dirt. At this point , a man walked into the clearing. Middle aged wearing only a pair of shorts, through which a truly gorgeous cock jutted. I would guess that he had been watching from the sidelines and that is why he was so erect. “Please carry on” he said “it’s rare to see such obedience.” “Thank you” my master replied. “Are you looking for oral relief?” “That would be nice” the man said. My master turned to me and explained in quiet terms what he expected of me. I was excited, but also a little disappointed a s I could not see myself having master’s cock in my mouth today. He would not let me suck him if I had already sullied my mouth with someone else’s cum. “The slut will service you, won’t you Sarah?” Sarah. There he had given me a name. a demeaning name as it was female. But I thrilled to the sound of it and knew I would always respond to it. As did he. “Yes master” I replied and explained to the man what I had been told to do. “Unusual” he said. Have you done it before?” I shook my head. “Then you had better get it right or you may be punished”. He moved forward and dropped his shorts and I saw his weapon at close quarters. It was massive, 10” long and very thick. He was uncircumcised, this was good or I could not perform this particular variation of oral sex on him. He was obviously in a hurry because he cam forward and shoved it into my mouth and pushed it down my throat until I was gagging. I made myself relax and started to lick the underside of his cock with my tongue. He grabbed my ears and pulled his cock out right to the edge of my lips and then plunged it in again. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat, but I had timed my breath well, so I could keep him there. Again and again he took it right out to the edge of my mouth and plunged it back in again, careless of what it was doing to me. But then it did not really matter. I was just there to service him. What I wanted or did not want did not matter. Eventually he stopped with just his huge glans in my mouth. “I can feel I am going to cum soon, slutty Sarah. Just lick and suck my bell end. I leave it to you to judge when I am cumming. You are an experienced slut so you will know.” Indeed I did. I had lost count of the amount of cocks I had sucked in my time and the amount of cum I had drunk. I rimmed around his glans, making sure that I held it all in my mouth and slurped and sucked the glans. This seemed to turn him on a lot as he started to groan and began to push about four of his ten inches faster and faster into my eager, willing mouth. I could feel he was about to explode and judged it perfectly. As he came, I pulled him out of my mouth and pulled his foreskin back over his bulbous and engorged glans. As he shot his load, it built up under his foreskin as I held it closed. This is known as ‘the ice cream cone’. The reason for this would be come clear in a minute as I had no intention of wasting his cum. As his flow slowed down, I stopped pinching his foreskin shut and cum shot out of it like he was still ejaculating. I hungrily swallowed the sticky jism until the flow stopped. Then I pulled back the foreskin and the reason for the name was clear. His glans was covered in a layer of cum. I looked at my master and he nodded. I licked the cum of the man’s bell end in long sweeping licks. I felt him shudder as I licked great gobs off and made sure that I had missed none. When I had finished I felt his hand caress my face. “You’ve got a natural here” he aid to my master. “If you ever tire of him, let me know.” And with that he was gone leaving me and my master in the clearing on our own again. “Be here next week. These are your instructions” he said Then he left me again.