Naked in the trunk, home delivery pleasure.

That parking lot was a quiet place. I parked the car, undressed, and inserted the entire sausage into my anus. It slipped easily until disappearing completely. I took the dog collar and leash to put on. I also put on the gag. I informed my new Master that I had arrived and was ready.

I hid the little clothing I had and the flip-flops under the car seat. It had been a couple of hours since we had met and the connection was total.

I waited for a while, taking deep breaths, trying to relax and managing the stimulating mix of sensations I was experiencing. I felt so slutty and horny...

A car arrived shortly after and stopped behind me. The horn sounded twice: it was him. I put the backpack with the dildos, gloves, lubricant, and car keys and got out. I shouldn't take anything else with me. My excitement was overwhelming.

I jumped out of the car, opened my Master's car trunk, got inside, and closed it. The car started. We were on the road for a few minutes. That time felt eternal to me. What if we were stopped by the police?

We arrived at his house shortly after: it was a terraced house with its own parking space. The trunk opened and my Master pulled on the leash of my collar. I got out.

Before me was a man I had spoken to on the phone just over an hour ago, and with his calmness, serenity, and resolute voice, he had won me over.

My Master ordered me to stand with my head held high and hands on my neck: he was going to explore me. He touched my chest, buttocks, the lips that escaped between the gag, my cock,... while reminding me of how much of a bitch and slut I was. When he reached my anus, he provocatively whispered to me:

-In a while this anus will be very open... and you will be enjoying like never before.

I desired it, this was half of the deal for that night: stretching my anus to its limit, progressively playing with my plug and my XXL dildo, to make way for my Master's fist.

-But let's take it one step at a time...

And we went up some stairs, he opened a door and after walking a few meters we reached the living room. He undressed and removed the gag from me. Then he sat in an armchair. He turned on the TV.

The other half of the date was beginning: giving him a good blowjob for as long as necessary.

His cock was clean and not very hard. The tip started to exude pre-cum. I caressed his feet and kissed them. While gently massaging his calves, knees, and quadriceps with my hands, my tongue went up. I finally reached his groin. I licked his testicles, sucked them, and massaged them with my tongue. I tried to masturbate that cock, but my desire made me start sucking it quickly: the glans had an extra-fine skin and its moisture gave it an exquisite taste. It quickly got hard. I sweetly sucked it for a while, but each time I felt the leash of my collar exerting more pressure on my neck. I understood that my Master wanted a deeper fell...