New fantasy

After a long time I had contact again with Santi, my first boss and the one who broke in my ass.
We met at a bar, we were at separate tables, he invited me to sit with him and asked if I wanted to finish watching the game that was on.

We had a pretty entertaining time, the game ended and we had a couple more beers, the conversation got a little complicated: sex, kinks and how I was doing—more experienced or the same as at the beginning. He hoped my ass was greedier, just as I was more of a slut after several years.

He suggested I go to the bathroom while he paid and left, and that I open the back door of the bar so we could sneak into the bathroom and I could suck him off.

I didn't think twice—I wanted to suck his cock. I went, opened the door and waited for him in the bathroom.

Almost five minutes later he came in; he already had his cock out of his fly, soft and small as I remembered it.

He came over, went straight for my mouth and kissed me with a lot of anger and force, shoving his tongue deep into my throat.

While his hand grabbed mine and put it on his cock, I fondled it while we kept kissing. I undid the button of his pants and pulled them down, and I already had both hands on his cock and balls.

He grabbed my chin, opened my mouth and spat inside. He pushed me down toward his cock, rubbed it on my face, opened my mouth and shoved it in all at once. Without much pause he started fucking my mouth. Both his hands were on my head, pushing me toward him while he thrust into me. Everything was very energetic and full of rage—me gagging but trying to keep his cock right where it needed to be.

He pulled my head back, pulled out his cock, shook it twice and shot all the cum he had saved up onto my face, and it wasn't a small amount. He smeared his cum with his hand and put his cock back in my mouth to clean it.

I finished, he looked at me and gave me the keys to his beach house again.

“I expect you tomorrow first thing in the morning. You come in, make me breakfast and bring it up to me.”

“Yes, master,” I answered.

“I don't want you to wear underwear, and if you have a cage, put it on and leave the key on the breakfast tray. If not, we'll find something.”

I got up and turned to the sink to wash myself while he slapped my ass and left the bathroom.

The next morning I went to his house and did everything he said: a coffee, some toast and a juice, and the key on another small plate in front of everything so he would see it.

I knocked on the door, and he already had everything prepared: some women's clothes, some devices on top of the clothes and some other thing that I tried later, but at first I couldn't see what it was.

He said good morning and saw the key.

“Get undressed. I want to see the cage and the shitty little cock you have locked in there.”

I undressed and turned around to show...