Father's day Frolic - 2/2

You can read part 1 here


I could feel his cock become harder when I said that. He lowered his mouth to my ear. I could smell that magical aroma of his sweat covered body now. Every breath I took, my lungs filled up with his masculinity.
"You like sucking my cock after it has been in your ass?"
"Uhm.. uhmm.. huh huh..." I tried nodding my head as much as I could since he was grasping my hair tightly
He stopped talking and continued fucking me.  He slapped me gently on my face and caressed my lips. His fingers on my lips pushed me over the edge. My hands buckled and I screamed as a powerful orgasm tore through me. As I shook violently, for a few seconds I was held solely by my hair with no help from my hands. The pain of supporting my whole upper body tore through my scalp, while the orgasm ravaged my body.

I slowly recovered and supported myself with my hands again. He let me recover and then as he continued fucking, he asked me

"Do you know what I am thinking right now, Daasi?"
How does anybody know what a God thinks?
I shook my head as best as I could.

He again lowered his mouth to my ear.

"How's it that a gorgeously beautiful woman like you, with your maddeningly alluring baby soft skin, long hair, wide innocent eyes and soft voice; how's it that a sexual vixen like you...."

"Uh.. Uh.. Swami..". I purred, breathless, hanging on his every word

"How's it Daasi, that somebody like you, who.can rule over any man's heart.. "

His hands moved to pinch my nipples as he thrust in and out some more to assert his dominance over me

I bit my lips and took a few short agitated breaths

"Yes Swami... Yes..." I begged,

"How's it Daasi, that such a woman as you, loves being a slave, begs her man to dominate her, control her, run her life.... How's it that you, let me do this...." he hissed as he pinched my nipples real hard and shifted his other hand to choke me

"Aaah.. Swami... Oh dear God....", I screamed as I battled the raging pain in my nipples and struggled to stay afloat as a tidal wave of overwhelming submission washed over me.

"Answer me, my little fuck toy, your Swami commands you" he taunted me maintaining his choke on my throat and pressure on my nipples

"Why, do you crave to be a slave, when you can aspire to be a queen?", he mocked in a sweet whisper

"Why do you shrink from a man like Bob, whom you can wrap around your finger... and yet joyously submit to such indignities from me?" his hypnotic voice goaded me

"Why..", a strong thrust into my asshole
"Why..." he pulled back
"Oh Why.." he entered me again, unrelenting, unapologetic, superbly confident of his suzerainty over me.

As Swami teased me about Bob, my mind shuddered as our fitness instructor Bob flashed in my minds eye. Bob comes home three times a week and works with Swami and me on our exercise routines. He is built like "Gigantor". His thighs are the size of tree trunks and he has a body that completely intimidates me. I know he likes me. His hands linger on my butt a little longer than necessary when he is pushing them up to the right height when I am lying horizontal, supporting myself on my legs, doing dumbbell presses on an exercise ball. He touches my exposed navel all too often to show me which core muscles are being worked by some of his "build the core" routines. He deliberately makes me do some moves that are kind of sexual under the guise of working my glutes and thighs. He loves to hang over me and "work my calves and hamstrings" to ensure I get good stretches after my workouts. At first I thought, he was just being a concerned instructor, but I have since learned that he is not that way with my other friends. He also slips up and sometimes addresses them with my name which really annoys them.

On the upside, Bob is quite gentle and is always trying to get a laugh or smile out of me. He is not my type though, I have never liked excessively muscular men and physically I am more aroused by the visual contrast of darker skin against my pale skin. I am a sucker for strong dominant dark men. I guess the fantasy of being dominated by a dark dangerous stranger who rules over me, is a strong one for me. Besides, I don't get the vibe of an alpha male from Bob and the thought of Bob fucking me fills me with unadulterated terror. His intimidating size, just overwhelms me. I feel that he will break every bone in my body, if he has sex with me. Yeah... I know it is an irrational and dumb fear, but what can i say, I can't shake it.

Bob does push us on our exercises though and we have had good results with him, so Swami lets him keep training us. despite his flirtatious ways. He is even mildly amused at how uncomfortable I get when Bob touches my butt and navel, keeps staring at my breasts and harangues me about introducing him to my unmarried Indian girl friends. Meanwhile, I have just learnt to live with Bob.

I have however made sure he never meets or lays eyes on Chutki, although I have shown her his photo and told her about him. She rolled her eyes and dismissed him immediately :-)

I tried dislodging Bob's image, with my Swami's image as Swami kept whispering and fucking me..

I am not very good at having intellectual conversations when my ass is being reamed.. Yes.. that is my limitation. You can either fuck me in the ass or have me say something intelligent, but not both.. I struggle to process stuff mentally, when I'm having sex, but my Swami uses this as a way to keep me from zoning out when he fucks me. He does this to compel me to be aware of the present..

I wanted to blurt out something stupid and inane like "Because I am slut and whore Swami, that's why... I just wanted to move on and enjoy the anal fuck, but if I gave a stupid answer, I would be insulting my Swami.. so I took a deep breath and struggled to come up with something that sounded plausibly intelligent as the fire of passion and pleasure consumed my body.

As I experienced the passion of the sexual fire burning within me, I imagined a wild fire, awesome, strong, intimidating and deadly, ravaging through the forest and country side, burning everything in its path, destroying lives and property, spreading waste and destruction in its path..

Then I imagined the fire in our house, contained in the religious lamp, in my gas stove, in our water and air heaters, providing all the benefits but none of the pain.. Why? Why was that.. I mused for a moment, and then it suddenly struck me...

It was because the fire in my house was contained. It was controlled, the Owner of the house had tamed it, harnessed its power but mastered its destructive capability. It had no power to destroy or cause harm unless the owner was careless. The wild fire was free to do what it pleased, it wasn't regulated, had no master, and thus it spread more destruction than benefit where it visited. 

I felt that I just had an epiphany!!

"Swami, because a woman like me deserves to be under the control of a strong man like you. It is your strength that lets my beauty shine....I...", damn.. his fucking was so delicious!!
"I  need you to define boundaries, control me, guide me, exert your authority over me.. Without that, I will never realize my full potential. If I wrap a man around my finger, i may destroy him and myself.
"I let you dominate me, control me.." I tilted my head and kissed his face and ran my hands on his cheeks and felt his sweat. Then I said it slowly, and as deliberately as I could
" Swami... I let you run my life, because you are not just any man, you are my God and... that's what my God is entitled to, nothing less.." As I spoke, I felt myself rhythmically swaying to his strong but purposeful thrusts in and out of my asshole

Then I kissed him on the lips.
"I am ready Swami, ready at  your pleasure" I purred in abject submission and locked my eyes on his. I wanted him to see through my eyes into my very soul and recognize a willing, malleable and completely devoted slave, who lived just to give him pleasure.

We stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, a genial smile on his lips, his one hand now clasping my neck, the other effortlessly wrapped around my waist, his strong legs and butt thrusting his cock effortlessly in and out of my asshole. It was a totally magical moment. I wish I could be wrapped in it forever.

"I am going to cum", he whispered.
"Where shall I receive you, my Lord", I whispered back.
"A beautiful slave like you, should always be required to taste her lord's seed" he breathed into my ear.
With that, he pulled out of my ass, and stood upright next to the bed. I quickly turned and fell to my knees, carefully placed my hands on my thighs, stared into his eyes and opened my mouth wide. He held my face and lowered my mouth onto his rock hard cock.

"Suck, on it Daasi. Taste it, tell me how it tastes" he said in a low hiss.
I could smell the musky scent of his groins now. I lowered my head and sucked his penis into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it.

He moved my head with his hands.
I took his penis out of my mouth for a few moments and gasped
"I can smell and taste my ass on you Swami" Saliva was dripping from my mouth now.
"How do you like that taste and smell daasi?" His voice was starting to shake. It would be any moment now.
"It's what your Daasi deserves, it's what her taste buds yearn for, it's what mesmerizes her" I sighed, as my mouth savored the taste that most women felt distasteful and revolting.

"Oh fuck.. you are so fucking...AAAh..." His whole body shook. He grabbed my hand and thrust his cock into my mouth, as if afraid that I would withdraw suddenly and let his seed spill on the carpet. Instead I withdrew just slightly and tilted my head so that his semen would not just shoot down my throat. I wanted it to collect in my mouth. His cum shot out with tremendous force and hit the inside of my mouth. I clamped my food pipe shut and let it accumulate in my mouth.

"Oh fuck.. Oh God". He took his hands off my head and clasped his eyes tightly, his face seemed twisted in sheer agony, but I knew it was intense pleasure instead. I started vigorously shaking his cock with my hands, mercilessly coaxing every drop of cum from it into my mouth.

When it was all over, I held the cum in my mouth and waited with my mouth open for him to inspect me and give me permission to swallow his gift.

He bent down and sat next to me.

"Lower your head onto my lap and lay on your back" he ordered
I did so carefully, closing my mouth momentarily so that his cum did not spill from my mouth.
As soon as my head hit his lap, I looked up at him and opened my mouth to show him his cum.

"You look bewitchingly beautiful with a mouth full of cum"
I smiled, my eyes lighting up.

"Do you want to swallow my cum?" he asked.
I nodded, my eyes opening wide in anticipation.
"Do you feel lucky that you have this privilege"
I nodded again. I knew how lucky I was. Kaneez Chutki has fantasized about taking my Swami's cum in her mouth for over six months now, but despite all her machinations and pleadings, Swami has held firm denying her this pleasure
"If someone called you a cum slut" would it bother you? he taunted
I shook my head. Why would it bother me, I wondered. I am a cum slut. His cum slut. 
"Can anything or anybody, convince you not to crave my cum?"
I shook my head vigorously. Of course not, what a preposterous idea!!

He finally grinned and said. "Daasi, you may now swallow my cum"
I took a deep breath and gulped it down like it was ambrosia.
"Thank you Swami. Now if it pleases you, may I go and remake your tea; it must be cold now and get your breakfast ready?"

He pinched my nipples hard and said "Yes you may"
I squealed in delight