No words were even possibly close to express the situation. They weren't needed -- as we had unconsciously traded very simple commands to each other. I'd slowly begin to strut towards you -- not forcefully, but gently guiding you backwards; holding you by the hips. My palms would gently push you on top of the bed as I began to roughly fiddle with my belt. I was hungry... Wanting... Needing.. As soon as my buckle had loosened, the clip burst off from my waist, and separated. I'd pull the zip down as my bulging man-hood seemed to pierce through the subtle opening of the denim zipper. My briefs were practically stretching off my rod, and near about to tear. The 9 or 10 inch estimated was limited down to about 12 total inches... The tip drenching my practically failing underwear in pre-cum and sweat.

I was completely under your control, completely obedient for any command, gesture or suggestion. I wanted you and I wanted you badly, I wanted you to claim me here and now. As we moved onto the bed I was already shirtless, I've dropped in while you motioned me towards the bed. As you worked on your buckle I was already on my knees, crawling towards the edge of the bed with only one thing as my goal - to give myself to you. Your belt dropped and you pulled down the zipper, but my muzzle was already inches away from the bulging mass under your briefs. In that moment I leaned in and took a deep breath - the smell was like a drug, so intoxicating and making my mind hazy. I moaned and murred feeling the radiating heat of your rod and seeing it twitch violently. My head rested under it, my eyes locked on yours, waiting for you to take it out and rest its full length and girth on my face.

The incredible passion in your stare was enough to make me release my beast from its cage. The overwhelming size seemingly compensated its weight as the underneath of it throbbed, and pointed to the roof. The juicy skin kissing your nose as globs of pre-cum visibly dribbled down the shaft. Globs excreting from the tip like it was a facturized juicer. Like it was made to be drank from. My heaviy balls began to take up the remainder of space that was originally around your nose. All you could smell was sweaty musk, and could feel the weight on your upper-lip.

I've waited for it ever since you've said very first words to me, I saw how much bigger you were than me, I saw the tent in your denims when we stepped out of the elevator but nothing could prepare me for this. As your sex hanged on my lips I couldn't do anything but part them - the sticky, warm pre-cum mixed with sweat dripped down into my muzzle and as soon as it hit my tongue my mind exploded. I've lost myself, got addicted to you, your cock and your cum. In an instant my small hands got hold of your dangling sack of the size of at least one or one and a half of my fist. My soft lips locked themselves on your manhood and my tongue scooped every little drop of your juices. I moaned, loud, louder, every second passing feeling like a blissful eternity.

I could see the flavor spurt out in mental, rainbow aesthetics. Love at first sight, as your lips locked with my girth -- devouring the tip of my cock as my pre-cum becomes more excessive in portions. Anything to feed my loving, horny customer... My palms rested at my hips as you courteously pleasured me. I'd retaliate your audible moans of satisfaction with some of my own -- admiring your excellent technique, and how you held up taking a size like mine! It was breathtaking! My fingers would brush through your soft, girly locks. Getting trapped in the curls as my cock tip gets trapped in your mouth simaltaneously. My balls hanging with your drool slowly trailing onto them.

I couldn't get enough of you and you knew it. Although I've got what I've wanted I didn't slow down oh no, my movements and actions became wilder, as if a caged animal was freed back to where he belongs and I indeed did belong right there, worshipping your whole body in every living moment. I took you out of my mouth with a long loud moan, your pre dropped onto my eyes, nose, neck and aven into my hair, but before my moan came to an end I've burried my muzzle under the base of your cock and I've went on devouring your musky balls. My tongue flickered and flipped each of them in my muzzle in a valiant attempt to satisfy my hunger. One of my paws grabbed your rod jerking you in the rythm of my licks while the other wandered across your ripped muscles alongside your thighs.

I'd watch onward as you sacrificed every waking breath just to fill up your windpipe with more of what I had to offer... Like a glutton stuffing his face at a buffet. A long, primal, and drawn out growl began to ripple and crack like a whip against my tongue -- boasting a hint of domination in my tone. My package would dangle, and obscure your vision as one of my balls was cupped by your cheek. The other filling your cheeks with drool and air, and making them puff as your marinate it with your saliva -- freshly produced from your lustful ambition. My cock spat ropes of pre-cum into your hair, and down your back as you attempted to dispense all you could from it with just your hand. It obviously needed something more than that... Something wet, warm, and tight... Puckered... Red...

That loud growl you've made, it was a growl of lust and desire but it echoed like a shockwave in the confines of your bedroom. Like a rolling thunder it bombed my ears making me drop away from your balls and tremble... Was it fear? Was I anxious? Now, I was neither, it was a shiver of pure submission, a sign that screamed "You own me", nothing less but a show of pure carnal and spiritual willingness to obey. I didn't dare to look up just yet, I knew what you've wanted. In a swift motion my lithe girlish body turned round and there I lied - on me knees, shorts dropped to my knees, face planted in the bedsheets with dizzy eyes locked on yours and two fingers invitingly pushing in and out of my too-little-compared-to-your-size tailhole.

It was quite the alluring sight... Like a Siren, or Succubus' song. Although as are the metaphors -- all the possible decisions could leave in pain. If I attempted to push it in all at once, I could potentially tear apart your asshole... Even a slow journey in-and-out would leave you gaping.. This meant -- under any circumstance -- you would be claimed as mine. Your asshole would be perfectly tailored and suited for my cock, and my cock only. To further verify this, and to warn you; I prodded my cock against your stretched rim. The size difference was incredible -- almost the size of your full-moon bare ass. My tip smothered your ass-cheeks with wetness and pre-cum. My hands would slowly slide down your perfectly curved sides as I straddled, and mounted you. A face that expressed the words "are you ready?" across my pursed lips.

I thought I knew what I was signing up for and gods help I was wrong, oh so wrong - but there was only one God amongst the four walls we were enclosed in and I was about to become his most devoted zealot. Your thick virile precum, mixed with the size of the tool and its almost blistering heat gave me comfort in its own cruel and wicked way. For if one finds his true purpose is there a single good reason to deny it and back off? Answer came when I locked my glittering eyes one last time on yours, just like there was no need for words when I stood in the doorframe of this perverted sanctuary we made of but a simple bedroom there was no need for them now.

The way you saw yourself as an acolyte for a greater power further tempted my domineering presence. There was virtually no further reason not to lock a figurative contract with this slut. It was simple... I emptied into you-- you were mine... It was if for a moment, your tenacity for masochism suddenly lit a spark, which further spread a wildfire of sadism into me. Which furthered my ambition to push my ass-ruining cock tip into you... In which I finally had begun. Excessive spitting from my rod further lubricating your puckered pink hole, letting it slide in with almost comical trouble as it made permanent stretches in your asshole. Making it gape, making it pull, and almost bleed as I attempted to fit as much as I possibly could inside of you...

Was it a curse or a blessing, salvation or eternal damnation, it was not for me to wonder but merely to accept it, cherish it in the deepest chambers of what one could depict as a soul. 'Me' was about to exist no longer, but instead 'You' crept its way into the very definition of my being. I've felt two things, crippling, incapacitating pain of something I'm unworthy sliding into me, but also an inextinguishable fire of lust and love. I wanted to scream, but I didn't. I wanted to cry from pain, but the hidden from your sight tears rolling down one of my cheeks were not of pain but happines. I've felt every single ridge, every stud and every vein of your cock. My burning hole twitched and spasmed, milking you of the smallest of drops of your cum. My small paws were clenched firmly on your bedsheets, but my tail wrapped around your thigh gave me necessary comfort and confidence.