Boots had patience though and waited until I got used to the head. Then I got another inch… and back out to the head. He kept working it over and over again until four of the six inches were in… just past the swollen part. How on earth was he not cumming? I was tight… and helpless. The last move of his was to rear back and drive the last two inches in to the hilt, prompting me to arch my back like a bitch in heat. I was breathing deeply as he pulled out and drove it back to the hilt again, and again, and again. Still he wasn’t cumming! Every connection of his hips with my groin brought a grown and the writhe out of me. My cock was so hard I couldn’t stand it. Just seeing it there, angry and red was torture enough. Just when I was getting into a rhythm… Boots stopped his hammering. He unstrapped my feet and them moved and untied my hands from the chair… but left them bound together. He pulled me up from the chair and took me over to a massage table the he lowered to about 2 feet off the floor. Laying me down on my stomach with my head through the face port he proceeded to connect my bound hands to the leg of the table. Moments later I felt straps binding my knees together and then more straps binding my ankles together and finally strapping my feet down to the table. Boots then took a pillow and doubling it up, forced it under my hips. I wasn’t ready for the first slap to my ass and I jumped… but moaned. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt but enough to make me squirm. Five slaps later he stopped. It was then I felt him straddle the table and my legs. My ass was the perfect height for his still rock hard cock. And it was then, it that beautiful prone position that I learned the meaning of a fierce fuck. He was in and out of me in a most brutal, and pleasurable fashion. I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure, but I was in no position to stop it.
After about five minutes of this, he stopped, and began removing the straps to my legs. He rolled me over onto my back with my hands still above my head. Untying my legs he folded me over so my knees were toward my shoulders. Then he sank that cock back into my ass, driving it to the base and he stopped. He reached down with one hand and began jacking my own cock, which had been dying to blow a load. Not two minutes later it was blowing…. More than I’d ever blown… and right into my open mouth. Moments later Boots pulled out of my ass and blew his entire, full load, straight into my open mouth. He dropped my legs down and forced me to show him my mouth full of come and then swallow every drop. Again… more pleasant than not. He sent me to the shower in the back and had me clean up. When I came back out dressed, he was dressed too. Ready to go, as if nothing ever happened. He suggested I return within two weeks to keep the hair looking good and suggested that Saturday, at 3:00 PM was always a good time to come. It was a great summer.. and my hair looked great.
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