Relief

The image of Megan at Quentin's place replayed itself inside my head over and over. Even as I prepared for the barbeque, it was about all I could think about. Everything about it was perfect, from the all the muffled moans Megan let out, to the way she'd flail around in her restraints as orgasm after orgasm took over her body.

Upon sitting on my couch, I ordered Megan to give me some relief. "Come here."

"Yes Master."

"We're going to watch the video again. Now on your knees."

She nodded as I brought up the footage on the TV. As I put the video on, Megan pulled my pants to my ankles, freeing my erection. She gripped my shaft as her moans fill the room, being screamed from the stereo. The screen showed Megan's session on the horse, but she focused on bobbing her head up and down my length.

I could tell the passionate cries made her wet. I could tell she wanted to run back to Quentin's place. I could tell that she wouldn't be complete until she got on that horse again, and I enjoyed every moment of her suffering.

"Oh fuck... You're so good at sucking my cock Megan." I moaned, barely audible above her own moans.

Her lips then popped off my cock. "Thank yo-"

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"Sorry."

With a wicked grin, I stood up. Knowing what I want, Megan shuffled back and dropped her jaw as an invitation for my aching cock. My hand grabbed her hair in a ponytail as I used the other to guide my tip into her mouth. Next, I let go and pushed as much of my length down her throat as possible. When she started to gag, I began to thrust, ravaging her throat.

"That's it whore... Swallow that fucking dick." I shouted.

Megan gurgled and gargled, the sound of which somehow managed to be discernible among the cries coming out of the stereo. After a minute of using her throat, I pull my spit-soaked shaft out and look down. I can see the desperation in her eyes. She's craving my her own release, whether it be Quetin's set up, or the cock that's just pummeled her throat. It's a look I've been growing more and more fond of.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.

Megan frantically nodded.

"Say it."

"Please Sir. I need you to fuck me."

"I can't hear you."

"Please." She shouted. "I fucking need it."

"Stand up."

Megan obeyed my order so I spin her around and then bend her over. She offered up no fight as I guided my cock to her glistening slit, and then entered her wetness. As I pushed my length deeper, I put one hand around her breasts, and the other on her clit. There was nothing left to do but plow her like there's no tomorrow. Megan screamed like a banshee as my cock pounded her and my finger rubbed her sensitive bud.

"Ohh fuck yes!" She cried. "Fuck me... Fuck my brains out."

Damn, I loved hearing her talk dirty, especially when she could barely form a coherent sentence. Then again, it didn't remotely compare to how perfect it felt to have her tight, wet pussy gripping my dick. Each and every thrust seems to bring her immense pleasure, and soon that pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her body to tremble as she gets on the brink.

"Are you gonna cum?" I growled.

"Yes... Please let me cum. Please let me cum."

"Do it. Cum for me."

With one final thrust, I pushed Megan over the edge and into a body-shaking climax. The only thing that held her up is my arms. When she finally calmed down, we take a collective second to catch our breath, before I slid out of her.

"Now it's time for you to finish me off, slut." I stated.

"Yes Sir."

I flopped down on the couch as Megan fell to her knees once more. Once there, she put her lips around my dick and began to lick the tip. Sick of shouting, I pause the video and then said "Lower."

Her mouth plunged down my shaft, swallowing as much as she could.

"Lower."

Taking the hint, Megan retracted her mouth, and then put her lips around my balls.

I let her suck on my sack for a few seconds, before I said "Lower."

Rolling my hips back, I gave Megan access to my ass. Her tongue circled my hole, to which I moan. Her hand then grabs my shaft and began to stroke my cock with vigor. The added sensation of being rimmed had me moaning with pleasure. It didn't take long for both her tongue and hand to overwhelm me, causing me to implode all over my torso.

Now spent, I slump back down in the chair. Megan instantly gets to work on cleaning me up, lapping up my seed with her tongue. Once she's done, I look down at her and say "Good girl."

"Thank you Sir."

"Now, let's get ready for this barbeque."