My Man Chris

A few of the facts before the story starts:

I'm a 24 year old grad student in Arizona. I was never much for relationships, although lord knows I had plenty of opportunities. I'm 6'2" and weigh 185 lbs. I stay in shape by running thirty miles a week and swimming an hour every day. I keep my waist at a trim thirty inches and my chest at forty-four. I run in shorts with no shirt, so the fact that I live in Arizona has left me with a great tan and bleached my hair to a nice dirty blond. To help with my swimming, I shave my entire body below the neck, except for the patch above my seven and half inch cock.

Now, I normally get frisky every couple of months, so I like to check out a couple of websites for a one night stand. I normally top and have no problem finding some guy to ride my cock. Every once in awhile I like to have my ass plowed by a tall, muscular, well hung top. So it was a surprise that I hooked up with Chris.

I spotted Chris' profile while surfing a hookup site. Reading through his stats, I thought he was a perfect bottom, exactly what I like. He was 23, about 5'5" and maybe 105 lbs. He was slim and toned but not overly muscular. He had strawberry blond hair that he kept short. He had a very cute face, with blue eyes and a defined chin. I was surprised to see that he was a top with nine inches between his legs. I dismissed him as being cute, but not man enough for my tastes.

Later that night, I found myself jacking off to Chris' profile. Imagining him pounding my ass was making me cum faster than ever before. After a little internal debate, I decided to email him. The next day, he sent a reply, asking me to meet him at a local bar on Friday.

And that brings us to now.

I couldn't believe how hot he was! True, I had seen his picture on the website, but it didn't do him justice at all. He was dressed in pair of khaki cords with a light blue t-shirt that clung to his thin frame. From where I stood, he looked like a wet dream walking around. I wasn't sure what he would think of me but I hoped that he found me as hot as I found him.

I walked over to the bar. "Chris?" I asked, knowing it was him, but playing the first date game.

"Yeah," he said, looking up into my eyes. For a moment, neither one of us spoke as we did the head to toe look over. "Nice," he whispered. I don't think he meant for me to hear him, but I felt my cock twitch at his approval. "You want a beer?"

I nodded and he ordered our drinks from the bartender. My mind was running at a thousand miles a minute. What the hell am I getting myself into?

Our beers arrived and Chris made a show of paying for mine. Tipping my glass towards him, I smiled and said, "Thanks, I owe you one."

Chris looked deep into my eyes as a sly little smile played out across his lips. "Don't worry; I'll get it from you later. In fact, after tonight, you might be begging for me to buy your drinks so you can pay me back."

I was a little taken aback by his response. Confident little fucker, I thought. Well, let's see just how confident he is. "What makes you think I'm paying you back tonight?"

He looked me right in the eye, the nine inch difference in our height having no effect on his confidence, and said, "What makes you think you have a choice, bitch?"

Two thoughts ran through my head at the same time. One: who the fuck does this little shit think he is, and two: God, I hope he's really that good.

I had to try and regain my composure. Things were spinning out of control. "Don't call me a bitch unless you can back it up," I said, putting a little attitude into my voice.

He moved fast and I didn't realize what he was doing till it was too late. As his hand grabbed my crotch, he felt my rock hard cock. "It seems you're pretty hard for someone who isn't a bitch in heat," he said, giving my cock a little squeeze. "I bet you've been hard like this since you got here, haven't you bitch?"

My head was swimming. I have never been talked to like this by anyone before and didn't know what to say. Unfortunately, the truth came out. "Yeah, since I saw you."

He smiled and said, "Then just say you want me to take you home and we can get out of here."

I was lost, my mind was reeling but I quickly repeated back what he said.

"Good bitch. Now let's go to my place." He moved his hand from my dick to my ass and started to slowly rub it as we walked out of the bar. He led me to his car, a black Jetta. He opened the passenger door for me and waited for me to get in before closing it. Once he got in, he started the engine. I thought we were leaving then, but I was wrong. He moved his hand behind my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I could feel his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. His wet muscle explored my mouth while his hand rubbed the back of my neck. I could feel his other hand slide down to massage my ass. My cock felt like it was going to explode right then.

After a couple of minutes of making out, Chirs pulled away. He fumbled with his belt, unzipping his pants. I knew what was going on, but I couldn't react. He reached into his boxers and moved to pull his cock out. Now, I've sucked and fucked my share of dick, but I have never been as impressed as I was when I saw his cock. It was a solid nine inches, fat and cut. It curved ever so slightly so that the head was almost pointed straight up.

As I stared at his gorgeous cock, he said, "A good bitch likes to make sure her man stays hard before they fuck so she can get nailed as soon as possible." While I caught the feminine reference, I did nothing to address it. I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted my man to stay hard and fuck me as soon as possible. I leaned over to take him in my mouth, when his hand stopped me. "You have to ask for something this good," he said.

"Can I suck your cock?" I asked meekly.

"Say please."

"Please, can I suck your cock Chris?"

That sly smile played across his lips as he nodded his consent. I leaned over and lapped the drop of precum from the slit. I opened up and took the head of his cock into my mouth, moaning from the sweet taste of his cock. I must have spent too long savoring the taste of his precum because I felt Chris' hand on the back of my neck. He gently started pushing down, compelling me to bob on his big cock.

"That's it bitch," he murmured, "Suck daddy's cock like a good girl."

While I was making sure my man stayed hard, Chris drove to his place. I wasn't paying attention to the drive; I was lost in my cock sucking. The feeling of it sliding in and out of my mouth and throat was getting me hornier than ever before. Chris broke my spell when he pulled my head off his cock. "We're here," he said.

"Oh, please," I whined, "Let me suck it just a little longer."

Chris chuckled at my begging. "Don't worry baby. You'll get to suck it again real soon. Right now, we need to get inside." He got out of the car and zipped back up. He walked around to my side and opened my door again. "C'mon baby, time to go," he said, giving me his hand. I took it and pulled myself from his car.

Once inside, Chris pushed me up against the wall and started to kiss me again. While forcing his tongue into my mouth again, I felt him slip a finger in me. I moaned into his mouth as he started to finger fuck me. We stayed against the wall, him finger fucking me while I moaned like a whore, for a couple of minutes. Chris again broke the kiss, pulling his finger out and stepping back. "Let's get to bed," he whispered, "And you can take care of your man."

He led me to his bedroom and shucked his shirt and pants. "On your knees," he hissed. I dropped quickly, reaching for his cock which stuck out from his boxers. I eagerly took his cock back into my mouth, savoring the exquisite taste. "That's it, suck me," he said. I worked his cock down my throat, giving my all to make Chris happy. He responded by running his hands through my hair.

When I felt both his hands go to the back of my head, I knew what was coming. Chris began to pull my head towards his hips, forcing me to deep throat him. When my nose was buried in his bush, Chris sighed in pleasure. Then he began to slowly fuck my face. I rarely allowed this to happen, but I had no self control with Chris. As his speed increased, I heard him say, "Going to get this first one out of the way so I can enjoy that ass all night."

I put my hands on his toned thighs to help steady myself from the onslaught of his cock. He started to thrust faster and faster. Suddenly, he buried his cock in my throat and I could feel the first spurts of cum going straight down my throat. Chris pulled his cock back, leaving the head in my mouth. Several shots went in to my mouth, filling it with his delicious cum. After the final spurt, Chris sat on the edge of the bed. "Keep it in your mouth until I'm ready again," he said. I swallowed the load he just put in my mouth and began to suckle on his deflating cock. I gently nursed a little excess cum from his cock, savoring the taste. After a few minutes, I could feel his cock start to harden again.

"Alright bitch, strip and get on your back."

I quickly got out of my clothes and lay on the bed. Chris kneeled between my spread legs. "You're going to like this. After tonight, you won't want me to stop fucking you," he said. He lifted my legs on to his slim shoulders and placed the head of his cock at my opening. I slowed my breathing as I felt him start to push into me. He gasped in surprise when his head popped inside. "Jesus, you are one tight bitch!"

Chris slowly pushed the length of his cock inside me. I could feel every inch of him filling me up. When I felt his nuts hit my ass, he looked into my eyes and gave me the same sly smile. He then began to pull out, oh so slowly. Chris pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head inside. He then pushed back, going just as slowly as before. I knew he was making sure that I felt every bit of his cock while he fucked me. I knew he was breaking me in like a real bitch so he could fuck me hard later.

Chris slowly picked up the pace, moving in and out of my ass. I was moving to meet his thrusts, doing what I could to make sure he enjoyed fucking me. I started to moan and whimper at Chris' penetration.

"Oh, God Chris," I whispered, "Fuck me. Fuck me harder. I want to feel you so bad. Harder, please, please."

"Yeah, bitch, you like it when your man pounds your ass, don't you?" he said, slamming his cock as hard as he could into my ass. "You like it rough. You want me to break that ass in."

Chris pounded my ass, pistoning in and out. He fucked like a machine, keeping the same pace for a long time. As the sweat started to fall from his face, Chris pushed himself all the way inside me. "Put your legs around my waist," he said. I complied. Once my legs were in place, Chris put a hand under my back and started to roll us, so he was on the bottom. "I need to rest minute, so you just ride your man's cock for a couple minutes.'

I started to move my ass up and down on Chris' cock, loving the full feeling it gave me. I haven't enjoyed being fucked this much ever. My hands were busy, one feeling Chris' toned chest, the other jacking my cock. I could feel myself reaching the edge. "Chris, I'm going to cum. Oh, God, it feels so good."

"That's it, bitch, cum while you ride that big cock. Tell me how much you love it."

"It feels so good Chris. I love how it stretches my hole. I love how it makes me your bitch. I love..." Before I could say more, I blew my load across Chris' stomach and chest. I shot harder than I think I've ever before. I rested my ass on Chris' pelvis, his cock buried in my ass. As I came down from my orgasm, I heard Chris' voice.

"I didn't say you could stop, bitch. Keep riding that cock. You've got to keep your man happy."

I started to bounce myself on Chris' cock again. I felt myself getting horny with each passing second. It was a combination of having a big, fat, wonderful cock in my ass and being so thoroughly dominated by another man. As I fucked myself on Chris' cock, I knew that I was his bitch. I knew that I wanted to be fucked by him as often as possible. I wanted to be close to his cock at all times.

My cock stayed hard after cumming, which was a first for me when getting fucked. I looked at Chris and saw him smiling at me. He moved his hand to his chest, scooping some of my cum on to his finger. He reached up to my chest and started to twist my nipple, rubbing my cum in. I whimpered in pleasure at the feeling his hand was creating. "Yeah," he said, "I knew my bitch liked her nipples to be played with. Climb off and I'll fuck you like a real bitch should be fucked."

I pulled myself off his cock, feeling empty with it gone. I positioned myself on my hands and knees. Chris put the head of his cock at my hole and shoved himself all the way up my ass in one swift thrust. I cried out in pleasure. "You like having a man's cock in your pussy. Moan for me you little bitch."

I did as I was told, moaning and groaning for my man while he fucked me. Chris wasn't taking his time; he slammed my ass hard and fast. I loved how he gripped my hips, using them to pull me onto his cock as he pushed in. His breathing got heavier as fucked me faster and harder. His grip tightened on my hips as he hissed, "I'm gonna cum, bitch. I'm gonna blast your pussy and fill you up. You like that, bitch?"

"Oh, Chris! Please fill my pussy! Make me your bitch once and for all! I want your cum in my pussy!" I shouted. I felt Chris slam all the way in as his cock throbbed and unloaded his thick cum into my ass. Feeling his cum coat my ass made me shoot again.

Chris held my hips while the last of his cum filled my ass. When he was done he pulled out and lay down on the bed. I turned around and put my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beat slowing down. He put his arm around my shoulders, whispering, "Did you cum, bitch? Did your man make you cum twice?"

I nuzzled his chest, softly saying, "Yes, you were wonderful. I've never cum as hard as when you fucked me."

We lay there, eventually falling asleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later, my head resting on Chris' chest. I lay there for a couple of minutes, listening to his heart beat. The gentle rise and fall of his chest comforted me while I tried to process what had happened.

On the one hand, I do like to be dominated by a hung top. The feeling I get when they fuck me like a bitch gets me off every time. With Chris, it was different. Every other guy was just spouting words that never affected me. When Chris called me a bitch, I felt like a bitch. When he said he was my man, I wanted him to be. I couldn't understand that.

On the other hand, I don't like relationships. I like a one night stand. Everyone gets off and everyone goes home. Laying here with Chris, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to see him in the morning. I wanted to spend time with him. I just couldn't reconcile these differences.

While I pondered the situation, my right hand was rubbing Chris' thigh. I unwittingly began to massage Chris' cock and balls. I realized what was going on when I heard Chris moan, "Yeah, you like Daddy's cock."

I glanced up and saw the sly smile that I was falling in love with. His eyes were still closed so I figured he was still asleep. Now that I knew what my hand had been doing, I pushed all the conflicting thoughts out of my mind. "I guess my body knows what it wants," I thought.

I started to lightly kiss Chris' chest; moving down to his toned stomach. His cock had hardened to its full nine inches from the ministrations of my hand. I continued my trail of kisses past his groin, down his thigh, and to his sack. Lapping at his nuts, I heard him softly moan. I looked up but saw no sign of him being awake.

I moved my tongue from his nuts to the base of his cock and continued my trek to the head of his cock. I lightly teased the glans of his head with the tip of my tongue. I was rewarded with a drop of precum. I knew his cock was ready so I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the ridge. Having the head of Chris' cock in my mouth got me hard again. The taste and texture of his cock was driving me wild. I started taking his cock down my throat, enjoying the taste of his shaft as it slid along my tongue.

"My little girl couldn't wait to suck her man's cock again, huh?" Chris asked. He ran his hand through my hair, applying light pressure to push my head further down on his cock. "I like it when my bitch wakes me up like this."

I moaned with his cock in my throat. The way he talked to me just got me so fucking hot that my cock was leaking precum. I wanted taste his cum again, so I sucked like my life depended on it. I clenched my throat muscles on Chris' cock and moved them up and down, massaging his shaft and head Every man whose cock has felt my throat do that has gone wild and Chris was no exception.

"Oh my God! I didn't know you could that! Jesus bitch, that feels fucking great. Oh, fuck, don't stop!' Chris shouted. His hand was exerting pressure on the back of my head, keeping his cock buried in my throat. "Show daddy how much you love that cock."

I kept the muscles of my throat working on Chris' big cock. The feeling of his hand on the back of my head was such a turn on. I moved his cock in and out of my throat. With the massage my muscles were giving him, I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I began to increase the speed of my sucking, taking his cock down my throat faster and faster.

"That's it bitch, daddy's getting close. Make your man cum and swallow everything he gives you."

I kept up my pace, eager to taste his cum in my mouth. I wanted, no, I needed to taste his seed again. I felt his cock starting to expand in my mouth and I knew he was on the edge. I pulled off his shaft, leaving just the head of his cock in my mouth. I nursed his head, coaxing him to cum. I didn't have to wait long. With a cry of pleasure, Chris unloaded in my mouth. When the first shot landed on my tongue, I felt my balls tighten and my cock blow. Chris' finished unloading in my mouth and pulled his cock from my mouth. I rolled his seed around in my mouth, savoring the taste. I finally swallowed and moved up to put my head back on his chest.

"Did you cum?" he asked, his hand around my shoulder.

I felt embarrassed but I couldn't lie to him. "Yeah, I came when you shot in my mouth."

"You really love my cock, don't you?"

"Yeah."

We nestled in to the covers together and went back to sleep. My last thought before falling to sleep was, "What the hell did that mean?"

I woke in the morning with my arms around Chris' waist, my head nuzzling his chest. It felt right, lying in his arms. At the same time, I was freaked out. I don't like feeling dependant on other people, whether it's for money, housing, or sex. I moved out of the bed, trying not to wake Chris. I dressed quickly and turned to leave. I stopped at the bedroom door, fighting the urge to turn around. Too weak from the night before, I turned and looked at Chris. He looked beautiful, stretched out on the bed, his cock resting on his thigh.

I couldn't leave him like this. I walked over to the bed and leaned down to give him a kiss. Parting his lips with my tongue, I proceeded to wake him up. His eyes fluttered open, his tongue pushing mine out. He forced his tongue into my mouth, again taking control. I broke the kiss, afraid of losing myself to him.

"Chris, I...I have to go. I have a meeting this morning," I muttered, worried that he would try to make me stay.

"Okay baby," he said, his sly smile parting his lips, "I'll call you later."

I nodded, my voice gone. I hurried out of his apartment, pulling my cell phone. I couldn't believe that I left my truck at the bar. I dialed 411 and got a cab company to pick me up. Reunited with my vehicle, I raced home, thankful that traffic was so light at seven in the morning on Saturday. My mind was going faster than my truck, trying to process last night.

Getting home, I quickly broke out the scotch to calm my nerves. A couple of sips brought me down to a working level. I tried to rationalize my night with Chris. "It was one time," I thought, "You were just taken in by something different. It doesn't mean anything." I knew I was lying to myself, but I had to ignore it if I wanted to maintain my self image. I had to get back on track.

I took a long shower, rinsing off the sweat and cum. Feeling clean, I grabbed my laptop and hopped online. I had to find a bottom for tonight. Someone I could use and lose. I started flying through ads, looking for something to catch my eye. I spotted Danny after about twenty minutes.

From his ad, he sounded like the kind of boy I like to fuck. I sent off an email, hoping he would be available tonight. I kept looking, hoping to line up a string of bottoms. It looked like slim pickings, so I crossed my fingers and hoped that Danny was up for a good fuck.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, I pulled myself away from my school work to check my email. Danny had responded, wanting to know where and when. I gave him my address and told him to be here at ten o'clock.

I checked to make sure that my place looked decent. I heard my cell going off and checked the ID. It was Chris! My heart started to pound as I weighed my options. I wasn't sure that I could resist his charm, even over the phone. Letting it go to voice mail, I felt small. How could I be afraid of someone?

Chris called a couple more times and I ignored every one. I was constantly checking the time, willing ten to come soon.

At nine fifty, there was a knock on my door. I opened the door and it was Chris! I shook my head, not believing what I was seeing. When I looked again, I realized that it was Danny. He was about Chris' height, with the same build and a similar hair style. He had a cute smile that he flashed as his eyes wandered over my body.

"Come inside," I said, stepping back so he could. Closing the door behind him, I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Taking him in to a deep kiss, I felt him wilt in my arms, overcome by my aggression. His hands gripped and rubbed my arms and back. I grabbed his ass and lifted him off the ground. Danny locked his legs behind me and I carried him to my bed, never breaking the kiss.

I set him down on the bed, breaking our kiss as I stood. "I want you to suck my cock, right now," I ordered. Danny reached for my belt, unbuckling it while he unzipped my fly, letting my pants fall to my ankles. I decided to go commando tonight, so Danny was greeted by my seven and half inches. I was leaking precum which he greedily licked up. Feeling his tongue on my cock reminded me of why I liked to top.

Danny took the head of my cock in his mouth and quickly sucked down the shaft. With his nose in my bush, I heard him inhale deeply. He soon established a smooth rhythm, deep throating my cock with every movement. I watched him as my cock went in and out of his mouth. Danny was a very talented cock sucker. He knew how to use his tongue to maximum effect.

I let him nurse on my cock for fifteen minutes, enjoying the feeling of having my cock worshipped. As good as his mouth felt, I wanted Danny's ass. "Lay down," I said, looking at him with a blank expression. He did as he was told. I grabbed the waist line of his pants. Getting a grip on his pants and underwear, I roughly pulled them off his slender frame.

"Be careful," he cried, "Those were expensive."

I shook my head, not caring if they were the only ones in existence. I kneeled on the bed, pushing his legs apart. I lifted his ass up and put my cock at his hole. Taking his hips in my hands, I pulled him on to my cock. Danny was moaning as the head of my dick pushed through the resistance of his ass. He was nice and tight, his ass gripping me as I pushed all the way inside. With my cock buried in him, I began to fuck Danny hard, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. He said something, but I ignored him. His cock was leaking like a faucet, so I knew he was enjoying it.

As I slammed his ass, I looked at his face. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open as he moaned on and on. He looked like he was in heaven. With my cock pounding him, my mind started to wander.

Is this how I looked when Chris fucked me? Could I have been that happy? If I was that happy, did it really matter if I gave myself over to Chris? I started to pull the memories from the back of my mind. The taste of his cock. The feeling of his nine inches filling my ass. The way his eyes pierced mine, claiming me wholly. They way he smiled at me when he fucked me. I started to relive last night, when Chris was burying his cock in me and calling me his bitch. Oh God, and how hard I came when he shot in my mouth.

The memories lit a fire in my nuts. I felt the cum flowing through my cock as I filled Danny's ass. I looked down at the contented smile on his face and the load that was on his stomach. Well, he came, I thought. It must have been pretty good.

I pulled out of his ass and went to get a clean pair of shorts. When I came back, Danny was under the covers. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"I thought I was spending the night."

I shook my head. "No, you came here so that I could fuck you. I did, so now you can go."

Danny looked at my face, searching for some sign that I wasn't serious. Not finding one, he climbed out bed, muttering, "Asshole," as he walked by me. He put his pants back on and stormed out of my room. I heard the door slam and sat down heavily on the bed.

It was time to make a decision. I'd been wrestling with it all day and the time had come. I walked both roads in my mind and picked the one that offered the most pleasure. Grabbing my cell phone, I dialed Chris.

"What took you so long, bitch?" he asked.

"I'm so sorry. Let me come over and make it up to you. Please, I want you to use my bitch mouth and ass to please your big cock."

I heard nothing but silence for a solid minute. Finally, I heard the words that got me hard and leaking. "Bitch, I'm going fuck you so hard, you won't sit right. Don't ever make me wait on you again. Get your pussy over here now." Then he hung up.

I grabbed my keys and raced out the door, eager to take my punishment from my man.

Thanks for reading my story. There are a couple more on the way, so keep an eye out. If you have any questions or comments, please write me at jonboywriter@hotmail.com .