What he missed Part 3

 Previously written on fetlife darkmistress1213

© Mistress Dark Pen 2005-2022

Later that evening, I help him in the shower as we use the hot water to get the tape off. Then I have him lather my body head to toe, but I stand just slightly under the water so he has to keep lathering spots. It is torturing bliss for us. The soap and his hard handy work slides down into the drain. I push him to the cold wall and do the same lathering him from head to toe. . . massaging each muscle making him moan. I have him face the wall and leather him head to toe. Then I lather a finger and slide in between his cheeks. . . in and out . . . I can tell he is fighting a moan.
“I have to give you a taste of what next time is. . . I give you some and maybe if you’re good. I’ll let you get me in a tighter spot.” I giggle.
“You know would want to moan,” I slide in and out.
“You know you like it.” I pull him closer to me to see his cock in hard and glistening in soap and precum.
I pull my finger out, clean it, and turn him around. I then bend over and let him take me doggy style. My large breast dripping and flopping against me. He holds my hips tight, I can feel each fingertip on my skin.
His hips move hard pushing himself deep in me making us both moan and it echoes loudly throughout the bathroom. The harder he thrusts into me the harder his ball smack my ass. I moan, but I will never tell him how much I love the feeling. It’s a soft whipped spanking attached to him.
He thrusts just a few more times before I know he about to cum.
“Pull out as cum on my ass.” I demand as he thrusts one more time just to feel my semi-tight pussy. He pulls out and jerks his cock just a few times before sliding it between my huge ass cheeks. He pulls out and pushes in rubbing his cock against my ass cheeks. He leans over and moans in my ear, the sound drives me crazy: I gasp.
Soon enough he cums and it gets cold on my ass cheeks.
“Good boy.” I echo slowly stand up. He moves back.
“Now leather me up again.” He does just as I demand.

I wear him out from cumming so hard that he is still asleep when I awake. I go out and get a few coffee with cream and sugar on the side. I also get toast with jelly and better, a few muffins, and some fruit. I manage to bag everything and get a carrier for the coffee.
I sneak back in and set everything out on the desk.
Then I strip down and crawl back into bed. . . I could feel he is already hard. I stroke and then I suck giving him morning head. . .
“Oh Good Morning.” He moans and arches into me while I suck harder. Then I smack his thigh again. . .
“Good Morning who?” I then drag my teeth against his throbbing cock all the way up just to the bottom of the tip.
“Oh yes. Good Morning Mistress.” He gasp. I lick his balls and up his cock.
“Oh God-ddess. Damn. I’m so close.” He whimpers. I crawl on top on him with his cock in my hand.
“Beg me to cum.” I squeeze his cock.
“Oh damn. Pl—please pl-please mis-tress. Can I cum?” His lips chatter while I rub his balls and cock.
“Wh-at are you do-ing to me?” he gasp and chatter. I take out a condom and roll it on his member. Then I ride his cock pushing him in me in one motion, we both moan.
“Beg Me.”
“Pl-please Mistress. May. I. Cum?” He begs.
“How bad do you need it?” I whisper and kiss down his neck and chest.
“Oh Fuck, I need to release, Mistress, please. Damn it, PLEASE.” I love hearing him whine and beg. I rock and bounce harder. I grab his hands and allowed him to squeeze my breasts. He arches into me and keeping to my rhythm.
“Oh, beg. One. More. Time.” I pant out the words.
“Oh, Pl-please. Mistress. May, I cucucum for you. Pl-please. Pleaasssee?” I could not say no to that so I sigh. . .
“Please cum, my good boy.” I bounce hard into him and pull his face into my breasts and I rock hard. It is just a few second until he is moaning as he explodes deep inside me.
“Oh my god, mistress, I’m almost cumming air.” He gasp. I get off him.
“Good, lets have breakfast.” I tap his thigh almost hitting his limp balls. He jumps slightly and goes to the rest room.

I gave him an hour or so to rest.
“I know you really need to rest, but we have one more condom, so I am going to make this one count.” He watches me while I strip the bed.
“I hope you are still hungry, because you have another meal.” I took out the whipped cream and chocolate candies from the mini fridge. I lay on the bed, shake the can of cold whipped cream, and spray my breasts, down my stomach, and all over my pussy. I sprinkle chocolate candies all over my body and then say:
“Good boy. . . eat me.” He crawls over my legs and begins to nibble and lick his way through. I know he is all sticky by the time he finishes up the pussy, stomach, and chest. I moan at the touch of his tongue. He lingers on the nipples sucking them hard and biting as he pulls away.
His lips meet up with mine; we both moan. I slide my tongue pass his lips to taste him: it’s like a sundae.
“Now get a wash washrag, rinsed in hot water, and wash me down.” I demanded.
“But you didn’t cum.”
“Then make me cum.” He kisses me deeply and kisses down my chest and stomach. He adds more whipped cream and licks me and nibbles me until I gush hard. He does this once more. . .
“I want to prove my submission to you, and my gratefulness for this morning.”
“Good boy. Now get my hot wash rag. I’m really sticky.” He gets up, gets the hot rag, and washes my pussy like a good little pussy sucker.
“Because you were a good boy, you can choose which position we do it in?” I feel generous.
“Doggy please, Mistress.” I am proud, he remembers to call me Mistress.
“Okay.” I can’t say no when he has been good.
I roll over and hand him the last condom. He kiss each of my ass cheeks tasting the mixture of my juices and whipped cream. I hear him rip open the condom. He rolls it on his cock. Then he starts to massage my ass cheeks and lower back.
“Oh Damn, you are a good boy.” I moan the more he rubs.
“Oh My Mistress, permission to be a bad boy?” He whispers in my ear. He has my curiosity.
“Yes.” I reply not knowing what it meant. He smack my right ass cheek hard making my huge ass jiggle. Then he does the same with left making the sound echo as loud as it stings.
He pulls me close to him by my hips, I gasp. He slides his cock between my cheeks. . .
“The doggy position is in the pussy, not the ass.”
“I know.” He growls.
“Please just let me handle it.” I could not tell if he is focusing or frustrated. . . He drags his fingernails into my skin. I shriek. I should feel him smiling behind me.
“You wanted this, didn’t you, my sexy mistress?” He growls pulling me closer and his cock deeper between my cheeks with each word. His tip is against my very tight opening. . . he grab the lube as adding between my cheeks. It seeps between my cheeks and his cock. He pulls out slightly and then pushes in.
“Damn it, please answer me.” I scream once he pushes his cock too hard barely into my unwelcome tight crack.
“Fuck me hard. . . in. My. Damn. Pussy.” I gasp and growl back. He goes back to pushing his back where it doesn’t belong. I twist my leg between his legs and with my thigh muscles and I flip him around where I want sitting on him.
“If you wanted anal, I would have allowed you to try, but there is a process for doing such acts. This weekend was not about such acts. I was trying to be a generous Mistress, but sounds to be you just want to explore the wrong hole. Now, do you want doggy or not?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“I am going to give you one more chance.” I sigh. I twist back and I get on all four: on my knees and hands. He begins to slide a finger in my pussy sliding in and out bumping my clit making jolt. He does this with two fingers being more aggressive, faster and harder until I gush all over his hand and rain until the white sheet.
I am breathing heavy when he does it again. . .
“I want my mistress, nice and wet.” He says just before I orgasm and gush twice in a row. He knows my buttons.
I am almost spent when he grabs my hips and roughly he plows himself deep into me. His rough fingernails in my skins my only warning. He pushes himself so deep that when pulls out and plows back in, he hits in my inner g-spot. It’s very rare that I get off with spot, but he is getting close. He builds the tension while I can feel his cock; throbbing and hard. There is so much pressure my knees start to buckle. My wrist are sore but I still work through the pain.
He can feel me trembling under him. The harder he plows the rougher and deeper her goes. . . my body is mixing with layers of pleasure and pain. He hears me moan. . . he plows hard so hard I choke for a moment.
“Scream for me,” he smacks my ass. . .
“Scream. For. Me. Mis-tress.” Plowing to each syllable.
“Ah. Yess. Damnit. Fuck.” The words become harsher, higher, and sharper out of my vocal chords.
“Scream Good boy, for me” he bites my ear after he whispers his demand. He pulls out completely and rams it deep.
“Holy Hell.” He does it again. My breasts hit me in the chin and then the top of my gut and back into my chin.
“Scream Mistress.” Slam right into my sore ass with his ball, however, it doesn’t feel as inviting, but like a punishment. What did I do? He drags his nails making claw marks on both hips.
“Ah. . .” He and I both know I can do better. He pulls back like playing with his own pin ball game in my pelvis. He pulls back and I gasp. He pushes deep in. . . My breast smack me in the chin. I feel like they are stretching and they are becoming sore.
“Oh damn it. AHHHHHHHHH!” I scream once he hit my inner g-spot from his tip and his entire cock rubbing against it. I quake under him.
“Good girl, mistress.” He correct himself. I am panting while he goes under and grabs my sore breasts that has been swaying and hitting me in gut and chin the entire time.
He slides his cock in shorter but faster rams in and out just only an inch or two. I could hear his breath shorten. He pulls my breasts as he rams his cock deep in me. He does this few more times just before his body stiffens and in a shrieking grunt he cums so hard that feel hit my back wall through his condom.
We both collapse on the bed breathless.
“You know you are amazing.” He smiles and kisses me.
“Thank you, mistress.”
We take a small nap, get dress, gather our things, and he takes me home.

Later that week he texts me, saying he had cum so much that had not been able to cum for almost a week . . . the day dream hits me while I am texting several friends.