It was a rainy and dark January day. A former college friend had invited me to her place for a weekend. I was a little nervous. Two years ago we had a short, stormy affair. I had dumped her in a fit of panic and hurt her badly. Since then, hardly a day has gone by when I don’t feel guilty. We had remained friends to keep up appearances. However, we had parted ways a year ago and so I was very surprised by her invitation. Of course, the thought immediately occurred to me that she wanted to revive our affair. But I wasn’t sure if I really wanted that. After all, I had already burned my fingers on her once. And so my hand was shaking with excitement and nervousness as I rang the doorbell to Anna’s apartment.
The buzzer buzzed and I stepped into the stairwell and went to the third floor. There she was in the doorway, smiling at me. Her blue, round eyes, her sensual red lips and her curly red hair. She was wearing a dark blue dress and black tights. I beamed at her. All doubts were gone: I wanted her. We hugged and she showed me into her kitchen. We sat across from each other at the table and drank some wine and talked about our new lives. “Have you met anyone recently?” she finally asked me. “No, no I haven’t,” I answered truthfully. “Since we’ve been together, I don’t know if I want to break someone’s heart like that again. And you?” “No, me neither. You know, Maxi, the last few years haven’t been easy for me either.” I felt the guilt rising in me. “Yes, I know,” I replied, defeated.
“I wish I could make it up to you too.” “You want to make it up to you?” she asked me sternly. “Yes, I do,” I replied. “Ok,” she replied. “Then get up and take off your clothes.” That was pretty direct. I felt myself getting an instant hard-on and excitement overcoming me. I quickly took off my clothes and then went over to her to kiss her. As I was leaning down to her, I felt a burning pain on my cheek. “What do you think? Do you think I’m just going to get back in bed with you like that? Who do you think I am?” I was completely perplexed. “Sorry, I… thought.” “Yes, that’s what I thought back then too. I should have slapped you back then. So kneel down, you bastard, and kiss my feet.” I did as I was told and kissed her feet. Then I straightened up again and looked at her with anxious eyes. “Don’t stare at me like that,” she hissed at me and slapped me again, once on the left and once on the right. I lowered my head.
What was she planning? Suddenly I felt her leg kick me directly in the balls. A pulling pain ran through me. I bent forward. “Stay straight or I’ll cut everything off you,” she commanded me. I felt my eyes watering and tried to kneel straight again. She stood up and stood behind me. “Take the belt out of your pants and give it to me,” she instructed me. I leaned over to my pants and pulled out the belt. I suspected what was coming. “Anna, please,” I whispered as I gave it to her. She slapped me again, my face burned. “Did I ask you?” I shook my head. She hit me again. “Talk to me, you asshole.” “No.” “No, Mistress,” she corrected me. “No, Mistress,” I whispered. “Louder!” she ordered. “No, Mistress,” I said loudly. “Stand in front of the table and bend forward.”
I stood up and leaned on the table. There was a bang as the belt hit my bottom with burning pain. I groaned. “I hear?” “Thank you, Mistress.” “Why not like that? As punishment, you will receive ten more strokes on top of the planned ten. I want to hear you count.” She hit me again. “Two, thank you, Mistress,” I pressed out. “Wrong, that was only the first one, you son of a bitch. As punishment, it will be forty.” I felt desperation gripping me. She hit me again. “One, thank you, Mistress.” Again. “Two, thank you, Mistress.” It continued blow after blow. My ass burned with pain. I felt welts forming and then the first blood flowing. “Forty, thank you, Mistress,” I screamed in pain as the last blow hit me. “That felt good,” said Anna. “But we are far from finished.”
“You have to pee, don’t you?” she asked, almost worried. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes, I have to,” I replied guiltily. She put a glass on the table for me. “Pee in it.” “Here?” I had already received another slap in the face. I stood up, took the glass and let my urine flow into it. When I was finished, I put it back on the table. She took the glass and grabbed my testicles. “Come with me.” We went into the bathroom. “Kneel in the bathtub.” As I knelt in the bathtub in front of her, she took the glass and poured my piss in my face. “You don’t deserve anything else than to stink of your own piss,” she hissed. Lie down. I lay down in the bathtub, which was wet with my urine. I was overcome with disgust. Then Anna got into the bathtub; she had taken off her tights.
She pulled up her dress and I could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She slowly knelt down over my face until her pussy was right in front of my mouth. “Lick me,” she ordered and I moved my tongue over her labia and clitoris. She moaned, took me by the hair and pressed my head against her pubic area. I licked her as hard and fast as I could that I felt dizzy. Anna moaned louder and louder and finally screamed out a loud orgasm. I didn’t dare stop. Suddenly I noticed a warm stream pouring into my mouth. Instinctively I closed my mouth. “Open it, every drop is for you.” I overcame myself and opened it again and felt my mouth fill with her warm urine and finally had to swallow. But it went on again and again.
Then the stream stopped. “Lick it clean” rang out above me. I did as I was told. I tasted the taste of her piss and her pussy. Then she got out of the bathtub, took the hose and sprayed me with ice cold water. I screamed in agony. “Don’t be a wimp,” she said. Then I had to get up and dry myself with my sweater. She tied the belt around my neck and, crawling on all fours, I was dragged into her bedroom. I had to kneel in the corner. After a few minutes she pulled me around. She was naked. I could see her soft curves and her full breasts. I felt myself getting an erection again. But then I saw a young man my age, but taller and better built, enter the room. He smiled at Anna and they kissed while I knelt in front of them.
“Take it off,” Anna finally said, underlining her order with another slap in the face. I stood up hesitantly and took off the stranger’s sweater, T-shirt, jeans and socks, and finally his underwear, under which a hard member was already hidden. “Blow him,” Anna then said, and pushed myself onto my knees in front of the stranger. I took his cleanly shaven penis in my mouth and felt it rising to its full size. Above me, the two kissed and the stranger kneaded Anna’s breasts. Then I was pushed away and the stranger threw Anna on the bed and penetrated her. She screamed with pleasure and hugged his back. He thrust into her again and again until Anna finally reached another climax, screaming loudly. Then the stranger pulled his penis out of her and walked towards me and squirted his sperm into my mouth.
“Swallow,” he ordered. I choked down the salty, sticky ejaculate. “So this is the loser you told me about,” he said to Anna. “Yes, that’s exactly him.” He looked at me and spat in my face. Then Anna came and spat in my face too. They took turns spitting on me. I had to keep my mouth open and felt it filling with their spit. Anna took two fingers and swirled them around in my open mouth. “Swallow,” she finally said and I swallowed this humiliation too. “Lie down on the bed,” Anna said. As I lay there, the stranger took my legs and pressed them onto my upper body. He spat on my asshole and slowly fingered it. I felt his penis slowly getting hard again and how he slowly pushed it into me. I screamed in pain. He hit my chest with his flat hands and began to take me deeper and deeper.
In the meantime, Anna approached with a burning candle and poured the hot wax over my chest and onto my penis, from which the first drops of pleasure flowed. The pain had given way to horniness. Anna sat with her pussy on my face and I had to lick her again to climax. Then finally the stranger pulled his cock out of me and squirted in my mouth. “Don’t swallow yet,” he said and rubbed me to climax too. Anna caught my sperm in a glass and poured it into my mouth with the stranger’s sperm. “Don’t swallow yet,” she ordered me again. Then I felt the stranger hold his flaccid cock in my mouth and piss inside me. When my mouth was full, he stirred the mixture with his finger. “Swallow, you wanker,” Anna ordered me and I swallowed the sperm-piss mixture.
“While we’re fucking here, you’re going to do some jumping jacks. Because you’ve always been good at jumping jacks,” Anna said sarcastically. So I stood up and started doing jumping jacks. “Don’t you dare stop, you’ll get another belt,” she threatened me. Spurred on, I did one jumping jack after another while Anna and the muscular stranger made love. I felt the sweat running down my body and I slowly ran out of breath. But I didn’t dare stop. Finally, the act between the two of them reached its climax and I was allowed to stop. The stranger smeared his sperm from the filled condom onto my sweaty face. “Get dressed,” Anna then said. “And don’t you dare smear any of the precious sperm.” When I was dressed, Anna looked at me with satisfaction: “I hope you’ve learned your lesson and now get out of here.”
She kicked me in the balls again and pushed me out onto the street. And so I wandered through the city in the middle of the night with my face covered in sperm.
