“Yes, Ash,” he hissed, his words sending a zing down my nethers.
I ran my hands over his ass. It was still well-shaped and just begging for a–
There was a loud *SMACK* as my cupped hand slapped his wet ass firmly. He jerked but didn’t move.
“Good boy, you’ve been trained, haven’t you?” I asked.
He nodded, still looking at the wall.
I smacked his reddening ass again, harder.
“Answer me when I ask you a question,” I demanded.
“Yes, Ash.”
“What does she make you call her?” I rubbed his reddening ass gently, soothingly.
“Mistress,” he said.
“Good, then you’ll call me Master when I tell you to, understand?”
He started to turn to face me.
“I didn’t say move, face the wall slut!” I had to slap his ass again; he’d disobeyed. This power trip was really doing it for me. I hadn’t tried any of this out before; I had only seen it in videos. I was totally winging it.
He faced the wall again, and I reached for the small bottle. Slicking up my hands, I started to massage his now-burning cheeks. I slid one hand, knife style, down the crack of his ass and slowly sawed against him. My other hand sought out and found his nipples and began working them.
I could see his cock was still rock hard and turning an angry red.
“Wow, that cock sure looks upset,” I said.
“Yes, Master, it is,” he said.
“Why? Doesn’t it like me rubbing against it, or is it getting jealous of your ass?” I asked as I stopped sawing and began working a finger into him.
He flinched, tightening up around my finger, but a moment later relaxed, and I slid in as far as I could.
“I was trying to cum when you came in, I didn’t get to finish.”
“Oh, you poor thing. Well, you’re not going to finish until I say, understand? You’re not allowed to touch it unless I say. Consider this payback for destroying my face in front of a stranger today.” I growled into his ear as I began to work a second slippery finger inside him.
“Yes, Master,” he hissed, tightening up on me again.
I rocked my fingers back and forth slowly until his hole relaxed. Then, I started moving them back and forth in longer strokes. This lube was amazing; it was like my fingers were water; they slid so easily.
“You think you can handle three fingers, or is two your limit?” I tweaked his nipple, reminding him my fingers were there too.
“More Master, please,” he groaned.
“My, my, my. You are the little anal slut, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Yes, Master,” he nodded his head vigorously.
“Then say it!” I said, my third finger working to slip past his tight ring.
“I’m an anal slut,” he panted. His words weren’t joking or teasing. He was really getting into it. Apparently, my father’s ass was his kryptonite!
“You really do like having your ass played with, don’t you?” I said in a normal voice, curious.
“More than you know, Master.”
“That’s right, all I had to do was stick one little finger in there that first night, and you blew your load on the spot,” I said, watching his face turn red. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of; you like what you like. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want,” I whispered in his ear.
By this point, I had all three fingers sliding back and forth with ease through his backside. I looked and his cock was trembling.
“You look like you’re about to blow your load all over that wall right now,” I said. “All I’d have to do was wrap my hand around your cock while my fingers continued to pump your ass and it would be splatter town, population: you.”
I reached forward and ran a nail down his cock, just barely touching its soft belly.
“Would you like that?”
“Oh God, yes, Master!” His whole body shuddered to the point that I thought he was going to collapse.
“Well, tough,” I said, flicking the head of his cock roughly with my finger. “This is still a punishment, remember?”
“Yes, Master,” his voice caught.
Wow, I was really getting to him. I’d never had this kind of control over anyone. I could get to like this.
“Look at that, taking three fingers like a champ. You’ve obviously had some practice before. How many did you take before you couldn’t handle it anymore?” I asked.
“Five, Master,” his voice trembled.
“All five? You got yourself fisted?” I asked.
“Yes, Mis… Master,” he said, correcting himself.
I stopped, my fingers pulling out of him suddenly and making him whimper.
“You’re being punished, and you dare to call me by her name?”
“I’m sorry Master, I–”
“Shut up slut.” I shook my head tsking at him. Part of me really was pissed. I was nothing like my mom.
“I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson. One that will make sure there’s no doubt in that slutty little brain of yours that I’M NOT HER!”
I grabbed the bottle and dripped some more liquid down the crack of his ass, as well as my cock. He shuddered as the dripping liquid slid across his abused hole. Then he whimpered as I placed the fullness of my fat cock between his cheeks.
I started to rock back and forth, hot dogging him this time. Surprisingly, it felt wonderful. I could easily do this for a while and see myself blowing my wad all over his back. But that’s not what I wanted… today.
“Put your head against the wall,” I said as he leaned further forward, presenting his ass to me.
I looked down to find his hole clinching every time the head of my cock slid across it.
“Does she have one of these?” I asked, grinding my cock hard into his ass.
“N… no Master.”
“That’s right, she doesn’t. She can’t do this, can she?” I stopped at the entrance to his hole and waited. I’d greased myself up so much that it was dripping on the shower floor. I’d have to watch my footing, just like he’d said.
I was shocked as I watched the head of my cock slip easily into his ass with the slightest of pressure.
He sucked in a breath, “No Master, she can’t.” His voice pulled me from the fascination I was in, watching as the head of my cock was sitting in my father’s asshole.
I pushed just a little and met barely any resistance as two inches slipped into him, causing him to groan.
“Well, shit. You are a little butt slut, aren’t you? I’ve never seen a cock slide into someone’s ass so easily. Especially one my size. You must practice a lot.”
He was biting his lip as he answered, “Yes, Master.” His face was a mask of concentration.
“Wow, you must really have to be working hard to be swallowing my cock the way you are right now,” I said, now more than halfway in.
He didn’t respond, only nodded, lost in whatever concentration he was focused on. But we couldn’t have that.
I stopped moving.