Help... in its many forms

Otherwise known as why there are no pics this week...

You're doing it wrong... again... one cheerfully announced to Him over the kitchen bench from the couch below. Won't bore you with the specifics, let's be honest they aren't important, but one did think it was important to keep you informed. See time of Fet in never wasted...

Well perhaps I should do something right to make up for it He replied, moving towards the bedroom

Scampering to lock the door one hastened to follow... hey even one small slave can detect an offer in the making

It was at that moment that there was a crash at the outside gate, followed by a cheerful pounding on the door... the one clearly marked "do not knock" with an arrow pointing helpfully to the bell that rings at the other end of the house. See this house is so long you can't hear anyone pounding on that door. Well we can, but we are not the usual targets of those knocks. There was a quick scurrying to find something to wrap around the nakedness as one hastened to answer. There beaming on the door step were the tradies that His mother had ordered and effectively stood up. Leaving one small slave to deal with them L

Now in fairness they were a bit early, but she was more than a bit late. In fact she waltzed in just as they were finishing her job list. By that stage we had given up the idea of sex, toys and pics and were consoling ourselves with a prawn lunch... a very poor substitute might one add. When all of the hullabaloo finally died down we slid back off to bed... with just enough time for a quickie before He went to sleep.

That is to say He quickly managed to get most of his hand in one's arse before using its relaxed state to his advantage. He held the cheeks apart to get just the right angle and to keep a small gape before withdrawing his cock all the way out of and slamming it back in. Stretch, withdraw, slam, stretch, withdraw, slam... faster and faster until He came deep in the arse.

It was something He later assured one felt very good. Apparently all the muscles rubbing against the head of the penis where all the nerves are is way more interesting than just being gripped around the base tightly. Who knew?

No, what one small slave did know, as the screaming orgasm ended... errr... that was one small slave's screaming orgasm... was that it was going to hurt like fuck. Not so much damaged as pumped full of air. And as it turned out, that much pummelling made for an interesting walk back from the hairdressers later that afternoon too...

Good thing sphincter muscles are very elastic... it could have been most unfortunate J