Bound for More: Chapter 3 - Gates' Exhibition
Daddy did not put his clothes on when we got back in the Jeep to drive back to the house... I, of course, did not have any clothes to put back on. T and Jace had already driven off. DDT (Daddy Dom Tom) put the Jeep in gear and spun the tires as we headed back. I felt every bump deep in my sore cunt so I was kind of leaning to the side, keeping my pussy lips off the leather seats. It was a very rough ride, even on the ranch trail. Daddy must have noticed how I was trying to "protect" my pussy, because he was looked slyly at me and smiling, then he asked, "Sore, boy?"
"Yessir," I replied sheepishly. "I can honestly say my hole has never been used so thoroughly and kept on the tender edge."
He reached over and pulled me into him in a hug. I noticed his cock was hard as a rock. Apparently he liked the idea of my ass being so wore out. His hand slid down my back finding my ass. His fingers did not hesitate. When they brushed my stretched cunt, he hooked two of them inside me. I practically crawled out of my skin when he did and I jumped up against him trying to pull my ass off his fingers.
This only seemed to turn him on more. He managed to keep his fingers hooked in my hole... but somehow, now, he was guiding me over into his lap... by my ass. I was panicked and giddy at the same time. I loved being used by him. I was his sex toy, pussy boy, and all his for the taking. And it looked like he was ready to take me again. He pulled me over into his lap as he slowly drove across the field. I managed to straddle his legs with his fingers secured in my leaking hole. I still had T's and Jace's loads inside me.
Now that I was sitting in his lap, his fingers worked in and out of my cunt... the cum slicking up my chute. He just grinned at me real big and I could feel his hard tool under me starting to leak. "I promised you I'd fuck that cum filled hole boy, now slide your pussy down on Daddy's cock," he growled in my ear. He managed to squeeze a third and then fourth finger inside me... then spreading them, pulled my pussy open wide and guided me down onto his rigid cock.
I breathed deep as his rod filled my chute replacing his fingers. My legs quivered as I felt the head of his fat cock slide past my sticky sphincter. I closed my eyes and braced myself to ride his meat when we hit a big bump, slamming his cock to the hilt inside me. I cried out in shock and a little pain. But Daddy shouted "yee haw" like it was a fucking rodeo. "Fuck boy, I cant get enough of your sweet pussy. I swear it feels even hotter now. Damn! Damn! Damn! That is a cummy hole, boy. It's so horny using their cum as lube to ream you out again! I can feel it leaking out, down my cock, and onto my balls." He narrated the fuck ride as he slowly drove the Jeep, and his cock into my ass.
My hole relaxed as I bounced up and down on his pole. I cannot even describe how Daddy made me feel. Here I was naked straddling this hot Texas Daddy, impaled on his cock, while driving across a ranch, right after having my hole fucked and filled by 2 of his hunky ranch hands. Every nerve in my well used twat was electrified. I could feel the heat of my hole, like a welcoming camp fire on a cool eve, enveloping Daddy's rigid fuck tool. I was wet from the hands' jizz and my own juices, not to mention Daddy's precum. Sloppy from the past day's use and teetering between tender and damaged. But above all else, my hole felt like a pussy.
When Daddy and I had started chatting online months ago, he had talked about my hole as a "pussy." I'll admit, at first it made me uncomfortable. It threatened my masculinity, or my idea of it anyway. I thought it was too effeminate, humiliating, and emasculating. Don't get me wrong, those can be hot and kinky as a sub in a scene, but in general, it seemed demeaning and disrespectful to bottoms. I don't know... it gets too tied up in traditional views on masculinity etc.
But Daddy... Always used the term with deference, especially when referring to me and my hole. It was like my "pussy" was something to be treasured, valued, appreciated, and even... loved. He helped me understand my own feelings about my hole. Helped me embrace, not just being a bottom, but realizing that my sex organ is my pussy. It is my only sex organ. A pussy is hole for fucking! In the most sex positive way possible.
I used to top, exclusively, when I was a young man. But when I discovered bottoming, things changed for me. Slowly at first, but over time, my dick just did not cooperate when I tried to top. At first I thought it was physical. I was getting older, the body changes. Maybe it was E.D. But eventually I realized, it was my sub side asserting itself. My hole would get jealous that it was not involved in the encounter, and so it would shut off the blood flow to my cock. And to be honest, topping just never felt that great for me. Nor does receiving head, or even jacking off. I can achieve orgasm from all of these, but I don't feel a great deal of pleasure when I do.
But when my hole is being used... by a cock, a tongue, a finger, a hand, a toy, or even a thong strap teasing it... I feel incredible. I feel empowered, like a true sexual being. I feel... like a pussy! I am even stimulated when someone sees my hole. It sounds strange when I put it into words. But my ass is the singular focus of my sexuality.
So when I finally met Daddy in person, it was like falling into my true self for the first time in my life. When we were sexual, I was a sub, his sub. And my pussy was the yin to his wang's yang. We complimented each other completely. The cock (clit) cage was a natural extension of this metamorphosis. An aspect, kink, or activity I had never considered before him; but I eagerly submit to now. It helps focus my energies and sexuality on my pussy, increasing my libido and hunger for cock. It heightens my sexual awareness, particularly in my cunt, quite like a blind man's other senses are heightened. And now, after just a couple of weekends, which were admittedly primarily sexual, we were finding we were equally compatible in life, via all the conversations we were having and sharing of interest.
