Training of stacy

"Yes Mistress."

"What's that Stacy? Are you saying that you want him to fuck you?"

"Yes Mistress."

"What did she say?" his voice boomed again in front of me. I couldn't be sure but he sounded like he was standing right in front of me, the instrument of his sexual being must have been inches from my face.

"I want you to fuck me Master." I replied, the hesitancy in my voice evident to my own ears at least.

"Really? I wasn't planning on doing that."

I didn't know whether or not to believe him.

"If it would please you, I would like you to fuck me Master."

"It would please me greatly Stacy but I want to make sure that you would find it pleasing as well. Would YOU like to get fucked Stacy?"

"Yes Master. Please."

"You're not going to start crying out for me to stop when we get started, are you?"

"No Master. I won't."

"Promise?"

"Yes Master. I promise."

He must have lied earlier because no sooner had the words left my mouth that I felt his powerful hands take hold on my hips and began to feel the tip of his cock begin to press gingerly at my asshole. I tried to relax but could feel my body tense as he began to increase the pressure. When it became clear that my body was about to be invaded and he managed to push the entire head of his penis inside my asshole, I relaxed slightly. He had been gentle to this point but once I was opened up to the necessary diameter, he began to press harder and with more force. Fortunately, the lube mentioned was a fact and he managed to slide deeply inside until he came to a stop. Because of the way I was restrained, I could feel the front of his thighs smacking against the back of mine. It didn't stop once he bottomed out but continued to move back and forth, the pace quickening.

"How is that Stacy?" the woman's voice asked.

"Great Mistress." I moaned. "Thank you Mistress."