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Delivering Andy
Copyright 1999 by M Conley. All rights reserved.
Delivering Andy...........Chapter 8.
You buy your ticket and hand it to the man at the gate. You wait on line with the rest of the throng and mill through the gates watching those ahead of you take their turns. As each departs, you anticipation grows and your adrenaline starts to pump. Your hands get sweaty from your anxiousness. Finally its your turn at the front of the line and you jump to grab the first seat. You are practically jumping out of your skin like a 8 year old child, it's infectious and the rest of your group fuels eachother. The car pulls out of the gate and starts up its course. The car climbs the first hill lifting you into the sun, high above where you started. Your heart is pumping as you reach the crest and start to peer down into the abyss that is about to swallow. Fear, crystal clear and vivid, runs through you. You plunge, accelerating faster and faster, your body being shook and a scream forcing it's way out of you. If the car doesn't pull out of this dive, you don't care. For this one brief moment you feel alive and at peace with your fear. You breathe again as the rocket your riding does come out of the valley and give you a brief moment of bliss. You recover yourself and center your focus, contemplating what you have just experienced. You wonder if that's all. Then you come round the curve and see the next assault is just ahead and you start the process all over.
Life is best when it runs like a roller coaster. Thrilling and mindblowing one moment, serene and introspective at the next. It gives you a sense of controlled chaos. You know someone is in control of your speed and destination and what you are going through. You may not care if that person is you or a stranger. It may even be more exciting when think someone else is in control. I know it's working for me. Since Master Paul snuck in and found me out and put me in my current place, I find I like the ride he's laying out before me. I'm placing myself in his care and control. The excitement is not the destination, but the journey. The roller coaster has only just come down the first hill and is picking up speed.
As I finish my breakfast Topper has prepared for me, licking my fingers clean, I again look and listen to my surroundings. Topper is buried in the morning paper sipping at his coffee at the kitchen bar counter. From my angle, he looks mammoth, lording above me. I hear the dogs running about the house burning off the morning energy. I'm kneeling on the floor with the tray set before me. I have the cooling damp towel still wrapped around me from my showering session. I have some dull aches that I warmly welcome from last nights initiation.
I hear the dogs freeze momentarily then tear ass down the hall. They start to bark and sound excited. I can tell the commotion is getting closer even as it seems to calm. I hear His voice, low and even more gravelly with morning dryness. He's calming down the herd of dogs as he approaches. I know that I feel the same as the pack swarming about his feet, as excited and frenetic as they. I squirm and crane to see him as soon as possible. My hearts beating like a jackhammer but I have no breath. Then he appears, like Zeus coming out of the clouds. My heart skips. He's as incredible now clad in bathrobe loosely hung open lazily waking toward us as last night in his harness. He exudes masculinity and power. I then search for the object of my adoration. It flops heavily from side to side bouncing off his tree trunk thighs. I get only glancing images as it swings pendulously into the open space of his robe. My mouth is watering and slack.
"H-rumph, Good Morning handsome," Paul announces as he approaches Topper. The paper falls away and they embrace and kiss deeply. They hug and caress as if for the first time and continue their liplock. All to quickly it seems to end. I've watched many a porn that started as sensuously and am disappointed that the movie doesn't follow the same plot line. "About time you got your ass up," Topper says lightly. Paul grab for the coffee and pours it into a large black mug silently, still working out the cobb webs.
I want to speak up and get his attention so that I know he realizes I'm here. I wait frantic until I see his gaze meander my way. "Ah, hey pup. Feeling alright?" he asks.
"uh... Yes Sir! Fine Sir." I return. He slowly begins his circle of me and rubs my stubbly head, sending electricity through me. His hand continues to linger as he moves slowly around inspecting me. Suddenly it's not there and he's standing quietly behind me.
"Not bad pup. You're no worse for the wear it seems," Paul says, "lets see the rest." He grabs the towel and yanks it off me in a blink of an eye. I feel the goose bumps start forming on my legs from the cool air that they are exposed to.
"Very nice pup, but..." he begins coldly.
WHA-SNAP! Suddenly there's a red hot poker planted on my ass. I jump uncontrolled landing against the cabinets.
"Ahhh! SHIT!!" I yell as I scamper against the cabinets clutching for the point of impact looking back in shock to my Master. The towel slowly uncoils as it hangs from his hand. I look back and forth at him and Topper completely confused.
"That's just a quick lesson. You will never need to wear anything in this house or my presence unless I direct you to and how." he scolds. He throws the towel at me and it lands crumpling on my face.
"Y-yes S-Sir." I reply weakly still working my sore asscheek.
"Put that in the bathroom and get your ass back here," he commands.
I scramble to comply. As I head down the hall I here softly Master say "That was cruel of you to set him up like that." I get the feeling I better start thinking a bit more quickly as to where I am now.
I return after hanging the towel on the bar and stand waiting meekly. Master and Topper are again hugging. Toppers hands searching under Master's robe. The whisper inaudible in eachother's ears. I can see that Master is enjoying the early attention.
"Pup. Over here. Kneel." Topper bark sharply pointing in the space between he and Master. I, as controlled as possible, drop to my spot as I feel the rush of adrenaline surge in me.
Topper turns my head till I'm face to face with Master's magnificent phallus. It's bloated and turning an menacing red. At the tip is just the faintest glint of pre-cum. I shake with nervous anticipation and my mouth feels dry. Wordlessly Topper pushes my head forward with his strong hand gripping the back of my head. I open my lips and savor the first contact of his flesh in my mouth. I slowly descend and take his dick into my marveling as it fills it. It hit the back of my mouth and I can't get my throat to open to accommodate it yet. I need to control my hunger for his cock and taste. I pull back slowly till just the head is in-between my lips and I taste the first salty thick drop of his pre-cum as it leave a trail across my tongue. As I again descend I feel his now slick cock flesh penetrate into my maw and past my throat ring easily. My nose mashes into his musky pube bush and I get a rush from the heady scent. I feel Toppers grip adjust as he starts to control my actions. He sets the rhythm that he wants me to work Masters cock. His grip is firm and I feel almost like an extension of his desire.
"Yeah pup. Open up and take that cock. That's your world now. Pleasing that dick. Suck it! Get it harder!" Topper hisses at me.
I look up at acknowledge his instructions. He's sucking on Masters nipple teasing the piercing with his teeth. He explores the reachable parts of Master's body with the other, Caressing his neck Tweeking his other nipple, reaching around to massage his back and ass. Our eyes lock for a moment and we connect in our desire to please Master. Then his eyes glass over again and we both go back to our tasks. He works my head and slowly increases the tempo. I relish the control he's exerting over my raging desire. He plunges my mouth over and over on Master's cock.
"Yeah pup. Master likes that. Keep choking on that dick. YEAH! Suck it harder!" Topper slurs at me.
"Fuck his mouth Sir. He needs to be used by you. Make him choke." Topper rasps into Masters ear, taking a bite on it. Rutting their faces together. "Pup's getting you hot. He really likes that bone your feeding him, Sir. Yeah. Fuck that mouth. YEAH!" he pushes. Topper's working Master nerves and mind as I work his fattening cock.
Suddenly, falling like snow but turning quickly ridged as ice, Master grips his hands around my head. He takes over the control of my impaling. I'm loosing my breath and gasping for air around Master's invading dick. I feel it surge and it gets thicker and slicker. I just let him fuck my face with sexual abandon. I grab onto his taught legs for balance. They are coiled steel and could support the world in my lustful musing. I gaze up through teary eyes and watch Topper attacking Master's neck and mouth. He's got hold of his nipples and is working them to beat the band.
"Shit..... FUCK HIS MOUTH..... Yeah! YEAH!.... Show him you're in charge, Sir... FUCK That Mouth!!! You're so fucking hot... FUCK it Sir!!!... Yeah! That's the ticket.... Oh Yeah! Yeah!!!" Topper hisses in-between sloppy kisses and nipps at master's neck and chest. He's on some other plane in his adoration of Master and desire to push him over the edge.
Master's grip increases and he is brutally fucking my face. I know I want this and am so alive at this moment. I know Master is on that edge, that crystalline point where every sense you possess is on fire and screaming for release. That point you feel as alive as you think you ever will. I know my Master is about to award my ministrations.
"SSSSSSSSSSHIITT. C-can't Hold It. AHhhhHHhhHHHhhHHHHHHH! SHIT!!!! SO NICE. FUCKIN' NICCCCCE." Master hisses out. My face is wet from sweat, tears and saliva. I'm ready to receive him.
Suddenly I'm in freefall. No longer connected to Master. I'm pushed aside as Topper forces me out of the way. He drops to his knees replacing me and dives onto Master's cock. I dumfounded as I watch Topper gobble up that Vesuvius that is about to erupt it hot lava that was mine.
"FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! GODDAMN SSSSSHIT!!!! TAKE IIIIIIIIIIIIT!" MAster bellows as he unload his juice into Topper's mouth. I watch as some erupts out around the edges of his mouth as he bounces sucking on Master cock bringing him well over the edge of a powerful orgasm. I whimper having had my prize taken away. Topper continues milking that glistening shaft. Master is rocked with tremors that shake him to the core. Hew finally forces Topper away from his sensitive cock. Topper has an evil determined glare in his eye as he lick the jism that escaped off his lips and chin. Collecting it all and savoring every drop. Master pulls him up and envelopes him. They lock mouths over eachother's and duel with their tongues. My dick is aching and I yearn to be a part of their sharing. I want a share of the orgasm. Their intensity and concentration on eachother is a contagious inferno that I want to be consume in.
They break and breathe heavily in eachothers arms. They then both reach out and pull me into them. I nuzzle against their hot sweaty legs. I wantonly rub my face into Master's crotch, searching for remnants of his cum. I can smell the mixture of musk and cum and want to drench myself in it.
"Great way to start the day, Eh pup?" Master asks silkily.
"Yes Sir." I coo back, a trace of disappointment in my voice.
"HEY!" Master snaps," You'll earn my juice pup. Don't presume you deserve anything."
"Y-Yes Sir. I understand Sir. Thank you Sir." I quickly respond. I shrink down and away expecting punishment. None comes.
"I'm going to get ready for work. Top, you and pup have plenty to do to arrange the place for tonight's party. Make sure he learns what is expected of him. I'll see you on the way out handsome." Master instructs and deeply kisses Topper once more before waking off.
Topper looks down at me and smiles wickedly. "Okay pup, Time to go to work." In the back of my mind I hear the CLACKETA, CLACKETA, CLACKETA start and get ready to hold on tight.
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