Tops and Bottoms 3 by Foxbat  (Fm Mf bdsm rough)

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Tops and Bottoms 3 by Foxbat  (Fm Mf bdsm rough)



   I recognized her first by the bite-marks across her tits.  She was on her hands and knees, wearing some sort of latex suit that covered her entire body except for her hair, her breasts, and a slit that opened to expose her crotch.  So was I.

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   After serendipitously running into her daughter, I'd been putting pressure on Mistress to make good on her promise to introduce me to the wider "community."  Her answer had been to take me to a bondage/fetish conference in the next closest major city.  I would go as her "doggy" - for which she bought me this ridiculous black latex get-up.  It had built in knee pads, a hole for my equipment to remain accessible, and even came with a black latex hood, leaving me limited vision and unlimited anonymity.  I wore a collar, and a device called a humbler.  The humbler is basically a short board, maybe 18 inches in length by one and a half inches wide by an inch in thickness or so.  It was cut in half along the length axis, with a hole cut such that each half had a semi-circular dip in it's surface that when put together formed a full circle.  
   Ballgagged, I kneeled on the floor when we got there, and Mistress held my balls out behind me, fastening the two halves together so that my balls went through the hole.  The board curved gently around the contours of my ass, horizontal to the ground.  By keeping my balls stretched out behind me, it prevented me from standing or even from straightening my legs.  Only short shuffles on my hands and knees were possible.  And my balls were nicely presented to the riding crop she kept with her.  
   In this fashion I was introduced to various Doms and Subs, as Mistress talked shop, and I tried not to drool.  I politely humped the legs of various mistresses, and was made to smell the asses of other Owners' female pets, exchanging furtive nose-pussy nuzzles for hot tongue on my distended nutsack.  
   It was after about half an hour that I saw her.  She was in a similar outfit as me, but with plumage and a rubber horse bit-and-harness on her head.  Standing over her was a strange looking dude with a red mohawk and platform combat boots.  After our incident at the bar, Vicki and I met few times, mostly late-night-post-bar rendezvous, every bit has hot as our first.  The last time, I'd gone out on a limb and covered her body with hickies and bite-marks, which I now saw tracing a trail away from her nipple across the surface of her breast until they disappeared under the latex. 

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   Mistress eventually worked her way over to speak with her owner.  I was allowed do to the usual sniff and poke, and after some meaningful eye contact, I think she recognized me.  Not that she could really have indicated.  So I did the next best thing and tried to mount her.  Climbing on top of her, I held myself up with one hand, and used the other to guide my raging erection in.  Because of the humbler, I could kneel behind her, so much as I had to squat over her.  Her asshole offered me a more convenient angle, so I took it.
   She arched her back, easing my access, as I pushed slowly in.  Our keeps hadn't noticed anything amiss yet, and I was determined not to be denied.  I started working her hole like a jack-hammer, trying to get myself off as fast as I possibly could.
   Finally they noticed.  I vaguely heard Mistress apologizing for her randy dog and her owner for the sluttiness of his pony.  I felt the sting of the riding crop on my abused nuts, but only distantly, as the warm tight sensations were bringing me closer.  I shifted for better leverage.
   Next thing I know, she's rising up, ruining my angle.  I force her back down, but I hear strangulation noises.  Looking up, I see Mistress hauling on her daughter's reins.   "If she's going to enjoy being sodomized by my doggie so much, she can at least eat my box," Mistress commented sardonically, yanking on the leash and pressing her pussy into Vicki's face.  Seeing this was too much, and I felt my balls jerk against the humbler as I poured my load into Vicki's asshole.  I dismounted and protected my ass, worried that the dude might be looking to get in on the action.  Mistress came a minute later, and, after a compliment to Mohawk on the cunnilingus skills of his slave, we moved on.




One part more in the works.


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Fox

