Midnight Tryst
“Oh! You made it! I'm so glad you're finally here,” Fluttershy greeted warmly, gesturing the last of her household pets outside for the evening. Her visitor entered and shut the door behind him, securing the latch. It snapped into place with a foreboding click.
Fluttershy moseyed purposefully around her home, closing shutters and drawing curtains together: “I've been looking forward to your visit all week! You know, we really must try to do this more often.”
She lit a lantern in the near-darkness, casting cozy shadows around the cottage interior. “I know we both have a lot of responsibilities, but everyone deserves a nice break from time to time, don't you think?” she inquired, absentmindedly retrieving a well-worn, unassuming box from the farthest corner of a cluttered closet.
“Can you imagine how... frustrating life would be if we didn't treat ourselves to these little get-togethers?” Fluttershy mused rhetorically, extracting a series of insidious items from the opened parcel: Frayed rope, strips of tattered rags, heavy buckled cuffs...
“Why, I don't know how I would stand it,” she continued nonchalantly. She repositioned a rug in the room's center, revealing an ominously stained dais featuring recessed eye-bolts as though for tying down cargo during transit.
Her visitor offered a knowing, mischievous grin. Fluttershy chuckled merrily, “Listen to me going on... Are you ready to get started?”
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Thick strands and beads of lubrication flowed freely from the mouth of Fluttershy's drooling pussy. Her inner thighs were soaked and matted with the essence of her lustful desire. Her soft, pink anus flexed and puckered involuntarily. The only sounds audible, her haggard, nasal breathing and the drip, drip, drip of her wasted juices slowly puddling at her feet. Her every muscle quivered and shook with anticipation. She loved presenting herself to Master this way; face down, ass up. Prostrated like an icon of submission, displaying her intimate holes for his thorough inspection. This showcase of unmitigated perversion was her ultimate aphrodisiac.
Her loins ached for penetration, satisfaction. Her thoughts were a sweat-soaked blur of carnal imagery: The total violation of her every orifice. The animal grunts Master would evoke from her, climbing the aural spectrum toward her eventual screaming climax. The abundant, hot release of his appreciation upon her eager face, in her hungry mouth, her sopping cunt, her naughty rear. She was ready.
She mewed and moaned through her gag, wordlessly begging to be allowed to pleasure Master with her soft lips and tongue, to thoroughly whet his appetite for her other waiting holes. Though sightless from her blindfold, she knew he was prowling, circling, observing. He was drinking in the sight of her shameful erotic tableau. She worked against the restraints that bound her haunches apart, attempting to stimulate her untouched clitoris through fruitless muscular activity. No action she could take could pleasure the desperate bundle of nerves. Master had bound her thoroughly; apt punishment for being such a filthy pony.
At last, Master would oblige her unspoken request. She squee'd as he startled her by playfully slapping her face with his large, flaccid cock. She chittered gleefully, the noise muffled by the cloth gagging her mouth, tilting her head in open appreciation of this flirtation. She used the range of her available motion to nuzzle his member. He rubbed himself across her face and neck, allowing her to sense his twitching enormity, relish his familiar scent. Now he was ungagging her - finally, she would be permitted to suck. Her mouth watered judiciously.
Fluttershy opened her jaw fully once she was able. She beckoned his entry with unambiguous enthusiasm. She gummed at thin air, desperate to orally stimulate her Master's gifted length. He presented her with the base of his shaft. Nosing his heavy, limp member aside, she lapped affectionately at his sack, luxuriously tongued each of his sizable balls. He offered a small grunt of encouragement and tenderly caressed her face; tucked her hair behind her ear. She sucked at the flesh of his scrotum, then opened wide to envelop both testes in the warm embrace of her mouth. She felt his cock continue its rapid journey to full attention.
She worked at pleasing him in this fashion for some time before Master was ready. He pulled his balls from her active suction; saliva spilled down Fluttershy's chin. She opened her jaw wide to encourage his entry. His forming erection filled her mouth completely. She intoned her clear appreciation; sucking off her Master was a cherished opportunity.
She could feel his blood pounding, his erection growing in her maw as she used her limited range of motion to bob steadily up and down for his enjoyment. Her pussy throbbed and gushed a fresh supply of wasted lubrication. She could still hear it drip, drip, drip on the floor behind the sloppy sounds of her enthusiastic blowjob. Master enjoyed the over-embellished noises of her oral services. He groaned his approval, filling her with pride and stoking her libido to new heights.
Her Master began to buck steadily in a juxtaposing rhythm, so the total length of his shaft gripped by her lips during each stroke was that much greater. Each trip into her oral service brought the head of his cock to the entrance of her throat or beyond, triggering her gag reflex. She unsuccessfully stifled coughs and sputters. Tears welled and ran from her blindfolded eyes. Saliva flowed freely from her mouth, trickling down her chin and her Master's erection. She was in heaven.
Time passed, measured only by the increasing soreness of her jaw. The majority was spent as such, with intervals of other oral delights for variety: He also enjoyed masturbating against her pursed lips, allowing her to nurse and suckle only the tip. Every so often, he would unexpectedly press his full length down her throat; his balls resting on her chin as she gagged and squirmed and fought to breathe.
During a deepthroat penetration such as this, as she successfully attempted to tongue at his scrotum whilst battling her gag reflex, he groaned heavily as though nearing climax. He hereupon abandoned mouth-fucking her altogether, pulling his rigid member from her throat, out from between her taught lips and out of reach.
When she finished coughing, Fluttershy whimpered for more with a pouting expression. She wanted to bring him to orgasm with her lips, feel the copious volume of his hot mess bursting into her mouth, squirt by delicious squirt, filling it to capacity and beyond. Feel it overflow, run down her chin, and finally, to swallow it all - multiple thick, warm gulps... Then to display her empty mouth to demonstrate it hadn't gone to waste; that he had trained her to be a gracious cocksucker. Yet she ached to be penetrated elsewhere; again she found herself attempting to stimulate her swollen love-button without success.
He allowed her to pleasure him - with renewed enthusiasm - for a while longer. Then Master cradled her head affectionately; withdrew from her mouth. She groped blindly, hungrily, desperate to resume servicing his gift. He nuzzled her face; shared a brief kiss instead. She crooned happily.
She wanted to break the rule - beg him to fuck her like a ravenous animal, to use her naughty holes to pleasure himself, to spank her ass and call her a filthy pony - but she was an obedient servant. She wouldn't speak, only return Master's tender kiss and await the next manifestation of his boundless generosity. He replaced the gag in her mouth, pulled the knot snug with his teeth, pecked her forehead.
His presence moved; he was no longer there in front of her. Fluttershy dutifully assumed the position, lifted her tail, regained her pose of absolute submission. "Look at me," she begged silently, "Look at my naughty holes. See how wet I am for you?"
She squealed with unexpected delight; Master began unabashedly kissing and licking her presented privates with wonton enthusiasm. She whimpered, pressing her hindquarters into his oral favor. He growled hungrily and doubled his efforts, then abruptly stopped. Fluttershy knew what was coming next; he teased her by prolonging her suspense.
Hereupon her Master's entire length and girth was inserted without ceremony directly into her drooling sex. Her whole body reacted to this long-anticipated stimulation, clenching and seizing. She couldn't stifle her gasp and subsequent moan of pleasure. His weight fell on her, driving his member to even greater depths within. She very nearly orgasmed on the spot.
This, too, was not allowed. She mustn't. She would only be allowed to cum with his permission. Though it would be so easy to give in right now... She could readily picture her own squirting ejaculation, shamelessly spraying Master's loins and legs with her warm fluids as she screamed in unabashed ecstasy...
He gained better purchase and humped her in a frenzy - there would be no slow, sensual lovemaking for her pussy tonight. Again and again he thrust himself fully into her wet folds, parting her vice-tight walls, exploring her dripping depths. Master was relentless, leveraging the whole of his generous length for their mutual stimulation. He abandoned all pretext of patience, mystery or quiet dignity, grunting and heaving with every deep, frantic thrust.
Ages seemed to pass. Fluttershy's body burned with satisfaction. Every muscle and sinew partook of the pleasure administered by her doting Master. Her mind shouted filthy commands and requests that went unvoiced; she could only have gasped and heaved and sobbed for air, regardless of her gagged silence. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!" her mind raced, "Fuck my little pussy! I'm yours! Use me! Use my pussy! Fuck my pussy!"
Master's grunts were steady; hers were mounting towards a guttural, animalistic crescendo. Fluttershy was consumed by total carnal delight. Her walls tightened; Master was forcing her to the peak of her sexual endurance. Each entry stroked her g-spot with expert precision. His balls vaguely struck her love-button at the apex of each thrust, adding an unbearable staccato sensation to the furious rhythm. Her sharp breaths came necessarily through her nose. Her sobbing gasps, punctuated by ragged, throaty grunts of pleasure, climbed in pitch and timbre towards a yowling, wailing cry.
"Cum for me," he whispered huskily, as though she had a choice. Fluttershy's rapturous scream was rent from her, muffled by the strip of cloth gagging her mouth, warbled involuntarily by her Master's heavy thrusts. The hot nectar of her squirting orgasm sprayed chaotically against his slapping balls, splattered nosily against the floor at their feet.
He rode her steadily for the duration of her climax. As her cry gave way to breathless moans then heavy panting, and her whole body quivered helplessly beneath him, he dismounted. Upon extracting his insatiable erection from her tender sex, he playfully spanked her with it. She offered a stuttering giggle between sobbing for air, entirely bereft of the ability to voice her absolute appreciation.
Quiet moments passed as she recovered. The room was rich with the heavy scent of their sex. Her bound muscles ached. She could feel Master's breath on her privates; he kissed her tender pussy, lapped and suckled at her clit, licked up her perineum to her tushy. He pleasured her dutifully as she continued to quiver and catch her ragged breath.
He stopped. She heard him spit, felt a thick glob of saliva hit the base of her tail and run down to further lubricate the adjacent opening. He pressed his erection against her taught anus. "Relax," he commanded. She did her best to oblige without her knees giving out. She took a deep breath through her nose; her butthole relaxed, permitting his entry. She winced; it felt a bit pinchy.
"Hmm, not quite..." he mused. She gasped and whimpered as he re-inserted himself in her sore sex to collect more lubrication. He rocked slowly in and out of her overworked pussy, chuckling darkly as she huffed at the aggravated sensations.
Extracting his freshly sex-slicked cock, he now entered her bottom with ease: They gasped together when the tip was finally accommodated, sighed together as his shaft pressed deep inside. Fluttershy moaned and purred in appreciation, slouching into a low bow to present a superior angle of entry.
As he slowly pleasured himself with her rear, their contented sighs and moans confirmed the roughest acts of their playtime were past. Her muscled opening held his erection in an ever-changing grasp, growing fist-tight when she experienced sudden pleasure or discomfort, and remarkably loose when she could focus on maintaining relaxation.
She crooned and chuckled sultrily at his obvious enjoyment, the playful facade of their roleplay giving way to a more symmetrical experience. He pulled free of her bottom; removed her restraints, blindfold, gag. They shared a deep, uncomplicated kiss. She flirtatiously assumed her former position, brushed his cheek with her tail, able to use her freedom to relax and add her own rocking motion.
Their taboo lovemaking went on, slow and sensual, each labored, lengthy penetration bringing her man closer to his inevitable release. She enjoyed every aching moment.
He extracted himself fully from her tush, partially reinserted - just a few inches - then pulled back out again. He repeated this process with ritualistic frequency, moaning his utter satisfaction. With each extraction Fluttershy's bottom was left agape, given too little time to close fully. With each painstaking reinsertion, her anus tightened reflexively against his entry before steadily giving way again.
This was often her Master's favorite way to build up to his orgasm. She grinned impishly, relishing the fetishistic desire she satisfied in him by encouraging his actions; any hint of shame was banished, replaced with prideful glee.
The next time he pulled free, she rose, turned, offered her open mouth. Her pleading expression was a portrait of desire. She kissed, licked, sucked him eagerly without hesitation, occasionally forcing herself down on his erection until she choked and sputtered. Thick, viscous saliva coated the whole length of his shaft; beads of drool ran down to his balls. He huffed and puffed and tensed and groaned, arching into her willing oral labors.
Wiping her mouth and watering eyes, she turned around again without delay and offered her bottom with a flirtatious wiggle. This was her Master's favorite routine, and she was quite pleased with herself for servicing him so fully. Once hidden from view, her innocent visage grew darkly sly and self-satisfied.
Fluttershy thoroughly enjoyed this activity, the psychological shift in their roles. Master was a bit too soft-hearted to maintain his domineering persona while making use of her mouth and bottom in this unapologetically naughty way. She, on the other hoof, had no qualms whatsoever offering the use of her body to satisfy this fetish.
The two had shared many midnight trysts before he'd plucked up the nerve to detail this scandalous desire. It was often her favorite chapter of their sexual shenanigans: The agonizing, slow pace, the stimulation itself, but especially the mutual understanding that her unflinching accommodation was the very definition of submission.
Their routine dragged on: Several minutes of leisurely, shallow anal sex, pulling out to admire her gaping bottom and relish the unique sensation of repeated reinsertion. A brief, sloppy, noisy, slobbery blowjob to re-lubricate. The solitary lamp burned low and guttered. Their delight was mutual, shameless, absolute.
Finally, her Master was too thoroughly pleasured to endure further stimulation. Freshly slippery with her drool, the pace and depth of his repeated insertions increased until he neglected to withdraw altogether. She began a long, embellished moan in anticipation of his orgasm. Doubling over, head to the floor in a puddle of her spent, lukewarm juices, she used her forelegs to spread her ample cheeks to encourage his deepest possible penetration. It was time to break her servant's vow of silence...
"Fuck me! Fuck my butthole!" He had no intention of doing otherwise, but Fluttershy's unflinching dirty commands, exotically uncharacteristic in her sweet voice, always served to intensify his climax. He moaned in growing, unambiguous pleasure, mounting her to delve fully into her bottom. He humped steadily, forcefully, to achieve as much insertion as possible. His balls pressed against her tender labia at the extent of each leveraged thrust.
"That's right, fuck that butt! Come on, cum!" she demanded, "Cum in my tushy!" She was forced to shout over the increasing volume of his wailing. She abandoned her efforts to relax; her anus clamped around his probing shaft during its last inward journey. He hilted himself fully inside her as he climaxed, shooting once.... Groan! Twice... Grunt! He lost and regained his footing as his body was wracked with pleasure.
Three times... “Ahh!” Four... “Mmn!” Five... “Uhn!”
He pulled his cock free. Squirt number six arced over her shoulder. Number seven hit her chest as she quickly repositioned to catch her hard-won reward. Eight splattered directly in her eye as she swept her damp hair behind her ear. Nine landed thickly across her whole face. Ten, eleven... He painted creamy, abstract lines on her delighted expression. She wove to catch additional spurts in her mouth.
“Suck it!” he begged through his spasms. She was thrilled to oblige.
Fluttershy took his twitching, pulsing length firmly between her lips to nurse out the rest. She bobbed her head swiftly, cradled his balls; lost count of how many gooey surges of cum she coaxed from him, but it seemed to go on and on, as though she'd tapped a bottomless reservoir of his hot, delicious mess. His caterwauling appreciation as she worked out the remainder of his orgasm with her mouth brought her sheer, uncomplicated joy...
When at last her work was finished, he slowly extracted his cum-drenched cock from her lips. Strands of drool clung fast, falling to her chin as they broke. She gazed up at his spent, adoring expression, her cheeks slightly puffed to retain the volume of his load. Maintaining eye contact - even through the goo attempting to glue one shut - she swallowed heavily with mock showmanship, gulp by precious gulp, then wiped her mouth on her foreleg. She opened wide to show him, "All gone!"
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