"Stop, it won't go anymore, wait a minute!" "You've only taken about 4 inches, and I can tell yourhungry pussy wants it all! Trust me" I push again, "...ow" you shout, "right there" I whisper,"keep it right there and work it, open that pussy andwrap it around that cock, ---let it in now, just workit through" I’m working the dildo in short thrusts against yourinner muscles. Each time I pull out it feels as ifsteel springs are squeezing around the shaft andshooting it out of you, and each time I. . I might even enjoy to be the source of that suffering.So I don't talk about it. I have brought it up only a couple of times during my whole life.It's about 20 years since I began to fantasize about spanking. I can't remember my exact age, but I believe I was in Junior High School when I noticed that I was entertaining thoughts about smacking the butt of one of the girls on my class.The fantasy was so precise - that's what I wanted to do. Of course, in that age, girls began to interest me in. I spun in place, using my left sword to guard the attack from the one that had approached from behind, while using the other to parry the one that had come from my left. With the one attack parried, I used my right sword to sweep the other soldier’s legs out from underneath her and use the butt of my left sword to drive her down to the ground. The counterattack took only a second or two, preventing the soldier from being able to respond, and she let out a gust of air upon impact with the. Fred was sweating and looked a little disturbed.“If you finish, the gag will be removed immediately.” said Master.Immediately Fred began to drink, he felt disgust, but his cock got stiffer and started to drip on the end as he gulped and swallowed the thick, nasty cum. He groaned as he felt the warm horse-sperm filling his bottom and then his belly, and longed for this to be over so that he could get down to the serious business of being a sex-slave which was, after all, why he was here.Five.