Sex stories

It started with a simple message:
“You free tonight, pup?”
That was all it took for my whole body to tense with anticipation. I’d been waiting for him to take control again — my boss, my handler, my alpha. The way he talked to me, touched me, used me like I was made for his pleasure… I couldn’t resist.

I answered instantly.
“Yes, Sir. I’m yours.”
He replied:
“Good. Be showered. On your knees when I walk in. Naked. Collar on. Mouth ready.”

That was it. No more words needed.

By the time he arrived, my heart was pounding, my breath shallow, my cock aching. I waited at the door on my knees, naked just as he ordered, black leather collar snug around my neck, leash coiled at my side.

He opened the door slowly and stepped inside, towering over me. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that fierce gaze that made me melt.

He didn’t say a word at first. Just circled me like a raider. I could smell his cologne, the sweat from his long day, and something primal underneath it all. My mouth watered.

Then he spoke, his voice low, commanding:
“Show me how much you’ve missed me, pup.”

I crawled to him, eyes locked on his, and pressed my face against the bulge in his pants. He growled softly, placed his hand on the back of my head, and held me there. I nuzzled it, kissed it through the fabric, breathing in the scent of his day.

He unzipped slowly, pulling out his thick cock — already half hard, heavy and veiny. My lips parted on instinct.
“Open wider. I want to feel your hunger.”
I obeyed, tongue out, eyes up, like the good twink I am.

His cock slid into my mouth with weight and heat, and I moaned around it. He held the leash now, guiding me gently but firmly, making me take every inch. I xxxed once, and he pulled back slightly.

“Breathe. I want this to last.”

His hips started moving, slow and deep. Each thrust claimed my mouth like it belonged to him — and it did. I drooled around him, eyes watering, cock throbbing untouched between my legs.

He smiled down at me.
“You missed this, didn’t you? My cock down your throat. The leash in my hand. Being mine.”
I nodded as best I could, unable to speak with him so deep in me. My only response was a muffled moan of need and devotion.

When he finally pulled out, I was a mess. Spit on my chest, jaw sore, heart racing. He stroked my cheek.
“You did well, pup. Now turn around and show me how much you want to be filled.”