Friday morning, and Bo was up before the sun, yet again. It wasn’t out of the norm, his alarm was set for 5:00 AM. But when two cows decide to calf at 3:00 AM, back to back nights, it takes a lot out of a man. It would have been nice if his day ended after the births, but other animals needed to be fed and stalls that needed to be cleaned, not to mention all the other tasks around the ranch. He had ranch hands that helped, but he was already awake so he began the work. Today, however, he decided that he’d let the hands clean the stalls and get the animals transferred to appropriate areas and exercised. He needed a cat nap.
Bo walked into the mudroom, kicked off his boots, unbuttoned and took off his shirt, tossed it in the washer, removed his belt and hung it on the peg by the door, then slid out of the tight jeans. He flung them into the washer, too. He stood in front of the mud sink in underwear and socks, turned on the hot water, grabbed the soap, and scrubbed his arms and hands, then his face. He dried off and trudged to his office, closed the curtains, sat in his chair.
“Just a cat nap, then I will shower.”
Bo propped his feet on his desk and closed his eyes. His breathing slowed along with his heart rate, as his body relaxed into the chair.
The sound of water running and a giggle woke him. Bo opened his eyes and found himself on the couch in his office, not his chair. He rubbed his eyes in hope they would focus on his surroundings, but to no avail, everything remained hazy. He tried to jump up and stand, so he could investigate, but found he could only move in slow motion.
“What the heck is happening to me?”
He took what he could get, and slowly slid his feet off the couch, pressed his palms into the cushions and stood. His steps felt heavy, weighed down, as if he walked through mud.
“Fuck. Did someone drug me?” he thought. “Hello? Who is there?” He asked. His voice sounded hollow and muffled.
Slowly, he drug one foot in front of the other toward the sound of the water. It came from the master bathroom that connected to his office. As he reached for the door, it seemed to disappear, and he was at the shower.
A silhouette was all he saw through the frosted glass that surrounded the 8 foot by 6 foot shower.
“Who’s in there?” Bo asked. As he reached for the handle, he looked down and realized he was naked, and his cock was at attention. “Seriously, what the fuck is happening?”
He opened the shower door and a brunette greeted him. “Hello, Bo. I’ve been waiting for you.” She took his hand and made him sit on the bench in front of one of the shower heads. “Now, I am Mistress. That is all you may call me, do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She grabbed his chin and made him look her in the eyes, “It is ‘Yes, Mistress’ or I begin punishing you. And wet cloth is no fun on the skin.” She eyed him up head to toe. “And you have such lovely, tanned skin at that.”
His eyes widened, “Yes, Mistress.” “Who the hell is this woman?”
“Good boy. Now, I see you installed some rather nice benches here, but you need to sit on the floor and lay your head back on this one.” Mistress pat the lower bench.
Bo slid down the marble bench and did as he was told. Once his head was back, she placed a knee on either side of his face, and lowered herself. “You see my wet pussy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Bo replied gruffly, his cock hardened and pulsed.
“Lick it and my clit until I tell you to stop.” Mistress held onto the soap holders on the shower wall for support.
Bo placed his hands on her ass and pulled her to his face. He stuck his tongue into her hot, wet pussy, and licked all the walls. He pulled it out, then slowly inserted again, but deeper. Mistress moaned and some of her juice flowed down his tongue into his mouth. He moaned, and lapped hungrily. Then slid his tongue to her clit. He flicked it, and she shivered. Then he bit her clit and sucked it, like he would want someone to suck his cock right then, with hunger, lust and force. She sprayed all over his chin and neck.
“mmm, yes.” Mistress moaned. Bo continued his meal and enjoyed every drop. She thrust her hips into him. He could feel her body get tight.
His cock was rigid. It pulsed and pre-cum dripped from the tip. “He looks ready.” Another voice said, much deeper and further away. Bo stopped.
“Did I tell you to stop? EAT!” Mistress commanded. Bo didn’t know why, but he couldn’t fight. He lapped and sucked and bit. Her moans fueled his desire.
Then a mouth wrapped around his cock. Bo moaned and raised his hips.
“You can’t cum until I tell you to, you understand?”
“mmhmm” was the only way he could reply.
Mistress stood then backed up from the two bodies. She sat on the bench in front of Bo and fingered her pussy and clit. “Bo, watch me.”
Bo raised his head, and gazed at her wide open legs. Saw her press two fingers in her pussy, then pull then out and lick them clean. She repeated but left them in as she rubbed her clit. His hands went to the head between his own legs. He looked down and noticed a man sucking his cock. Panic covered his face.
“No, Bo. You let him have fun. Just don’t cum…your cum is mine.”
Bo couldn’t stop the man, and he didn’t want to. He wanted to watch Mistress fuck herself. He wanted to cum. “This guy is so fucking good at sucking. He brings me close, then backs off. Fuck.”
Bo grinds into the man’s face. “Mistress, I can’t hold much longer.”
“What do you want, Bo?”
“I want to cum, Mistress.”
“mmm. Do you want my pet to suck you dry?”
“No Mistress.”
“mmm. Do you want me to suck you dry?”
Bo moaned. Pulled the pet down so hard on his cock he gagged. Then growled, “Yes, Mistress”
“Pet, up. You have a job to do while I suck Bo.”
Pet turned onto his back and laid on the floor. Mistress kneeled before Bo, and without hands, took his cock into her mouth. Pet fingered Mistress’ pussy and rubbed her clit. He opened his mouth and juices flowed into it.
All three moaned with pleasure. Mistress stopped and said, “You can cum, Bo.” Then as she went down on his cock, he thrust up into her mouth. They both orgasmed together. His hot cum shot down her throat.
“That was a good boy. Now, we can’t leave Pet like this. You decide how you will help him cum. I am going to shower.”
Pet looked at Bo with his deep brown eyes. Bo didn’t know what to say or do. Pet walked up to him and kissed him. His tongue entered Bo’s mouth, and they moaned. He stopped, leaned close to Bo’s ear and whispered. “I am going to fuck you, but I will be gentle.”
Bo stood, turned and made his ass available to Pet. “Very good. Now, Just my fingers first.” Pet inserted two fingers into Bo’s ass. Bo tightened. Mistress came over and coaxed him.
“It’s okay Bo. I promise this feels good.”
“Yes, Mistress.” “I don’t get why this is happening. Who are these people?”
Bo relaxed immediately. Three fingers. Bo got hard again. Four Fingers. In and out. Slowly. Mistress kissed Bo and Pet entered Bo’s ass. Pet pulled him close, his entire cock slid into Bo’s tight asshole easily.
“You can’t cum, Bo. Remember. Until I say.”
Pet was slow and methodic. In and out. He let Bo feel his entire length. And when he was up to the hilt, he thrust a little extra to hit the spot. Both men moaned. Their balls got tight.
“No Bo. Wait.”
Pet became urgent. His thrusts were harder. He pulled and pushed as he went in and out. His balls slapping Bo’s. Then the final thrust, and his cum shot into Bo’s ass. He moaned and slid out.
“Go shower, Pet.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Bo was dazed and confused. He just had two amazing people blow him, and never had he been fucked by another man, but it felt good. As much as he hated to admit it, it made him hard and want to fuck even more.
“Bo, you have been such a good boy. Do you want to cum again?”
“Don’t know how I haven’t fucking cum yet, woman.” “Yes, Mistress.”
“BO, WAKE UP! BO!!!”
Bo jumped up from his chair, his cock showed through the slit in his boxer briefs.
“Lizzy, when did you get here?”