Breaking News – Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – Breaking News – Ch. 01 by UhlBWett,UhlBWett
“A WALK IN THE PARK”

Co-Written by Snowy_Secret & Uhl B. Wett

Few erotic stories begin with sound of thundering hooves, a painful grunt, a resounding thud, and the roar of a cheering crowd, but then this erotic story is unlike most. I was standing on the drop tailgate of my enclosed cargo trailer, taking a much-needed break after unloading its entire contents onto the freshly cut grass beneath the oak and sycamore trees of a local city park, just adjacent to the jousting venue. It is early October here in the Ozark Mountains and the Annual Renaissance Festival, a three-day event, is in full swing.

I am an Investment Banker by trade and a period furniture maker by choice. I specialize in medieval furniture. Beds, tables, bars, and such, mostly. I have a small clientele with extremely specific and less than mainstream tastes that I cater to as well. I sold a couple pieces the night before, but then again Fridays are always good at this festival. I was dressed in period clothing as I tended to my display and pushed my wares. A cream-colored Bastian shirt, black linen braies and brown leather knee high lace up boots.

The morning jousting session was concluding, and I was taking a long, cold drink of water, when I felt a light tug on my left shirt sleeve. I turned my head quickly, but saw no one, Looking down I discovered a very pretty, and very spirited young maiden, probably all of eight years old. I could not help but smile.

“Hey Mister, do you have a throne in my size? I am a princess!” she said with a squeaky voice as I knelt before her playfully kissing the back of her hand one time.

“AYE! And a beautiful one indeed,” I teased as I introduced myself.

“So, you are looking for a throne?” I asked.

“I am!” she smiled. “Thank you; I have to stay out of my aunt Snowy’s way you see.”

“You have an aunt Snowy?” I asked, somewhat amused by the name.

I started measuring the young princess with my retractable tape, writing down fake measurements on a piece of paper, purely for her benefit. She was cute as a button, and she really brightened my day. I was teasing her when I heard a woman’s voice. Out of the corner of my I caught the image of a nicely dressed, beautiful young woman with a microphone in her hand, she had an older gentleman with a large video camera on his shoulder in tow. It turned out Aunt Snowy is a News Anchor for WDSM-TV, Channel 10 over in Osage Beach.

“Penny… Leave this nice man alone,” said the pretty dark-haired girl with a seductive smile…

“It’s Princess Penny,” barked the little girl. “He’s going to make me throne!”

“Well come on Princess, let’s go get an Ice Cream cone. Mr.?” asked the pretty vixen.

“Wett, Uhl B. Wett, my friends just call me Wett,” I told her with a smile.

“Well Mr. Wett, would you care to join us? It’s my treat,” she smiled as she turned to walk away.

We waited in-line briefly at the Ice Cream stand, and true to her word Ms. Snowy picked up the tab. We sat down at a picnic table under a shade tree, and we began to talk. I asked her if Snowy was her given name, she said it was a nickname she got while attending Squaw Valley State College back home in Idaho. She said that she used to ski Giant Slalom on the Ski Team there, and she had a knack for skiing very well on the worst weather days. She said someone called her “Snowy” one day and it just kind of stuck.

She asked me if I made furniture for a living and I told her it was a hobby, that I was an investment consultant by trade. She smiled softly and seemed happy with my reply, then our talk shifted to the princess. She explained that Penny was her niece and that her sister, Penny’s mother, was struggling right now and was spending some time in a rehab program. She didn’t have to say anything else, that sealed the deal for me. I was going to make sure the little Princess got her throne.

Before we parted and went our separate ways, I gave her both my business cards and told her to check with me in a couple of weeks; I should have the throne finished by then, adding I would even deliver it for her if she liked. I went back to my display and went to work. I thought about her all weekend, coming to grips with the fact that this “High Society Bitch” was clearly out of my league. As I promised the two of them, I began work on Penny’s throne in the evenings after I got home from the office. By the end of the first week, good progress had been made.

I was working that Friday night in my workshop, it was almost dusk, when a red Tesla pulled back the drive at my house on the lake and continued to the workshop. When the lights went out and the engine quietly shut off, I recognized the driver as Snowy. She climbed from the car looking very business-like, but still very sexy. She was wearing a navy-blue business skirt, jacket and matching heels, suntan hose, and chrome hoop earrings. The front of her thin white blouse was ruffled. I could see her white lace bra easily through the almost sheer material.

“Hey News, how are you?” I asked teasingly with the radio playing in the background as she walked through the open overhead door.

“I am tired, but good!” she replied with a smile. “How is the throne coming along?”

“Just fine,” I told her pointing over towards the corner where the ongoing project was sitting.

Snowy walked slowly over to the smaller than normal throne and gave it a peek. While she was looking it over, she spotted a free standing three-hole pillory. It was a specially ordered piece by an adventurous couple from out of state. It was painted gloss black and had chrome hardware, the top half of the block was open. Snowy took off her jacket and laid it aside, then walked over slowly to the block, she ran her fingers lightly over it, then bent over, placing her neck and her wrist on the lower half of the block, playfully sizing it up.

“What kind of furniture do you make Mr. Wett?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “Put me in it, I want to see how medieval damsels felt!” she teased.

I shut off the lathe I was working on, blew off my apron with an air hose, and pulled off my safety glasses as I walked towards her. She smiled seductively and remained in place. I reached over grabbing the top of the block, lowering it into place as she giggled and smiled. Her pretty smile quickly turned to a look of concern when I pushed a silver and black padlock through the clasps on both sides of the block and clicked them shut.

“So, how does that feel News, anything like you thought it might?” I asked with a small chuckle in my voice, walking around behind her, gazing at her amazing ass.

“OK, that was fun, now unlock this thing and let me out.” She said nervously.

“I thought you wanted to be a damsel, or was it a wench, from back in time?” I chuckled running my open hand gently across her right ass cheek.

“H-Hey, stop that. Stop feeling my ass! This isn’t funny anymore!” she barked as I gave her supple round bottom a playful slap.

Aunt Snowy growled in helpless frustration as she wiggled and squirmed. Her desperation kicked into overdrive when I knelt and secured her pretty, high heel wearing feet, one ankle at a time into the fur-lined leather leg restraints. I was going to let her go, but I figured since I was this close, I might as well have a closer look. I placed my hands on the outside of both her legs, just above the knees, my thumbs on the inside of the hem of her skirt, hooking it softly, lifting it slowly skyward. I had second thoughts for a moment, but only for a moment.

As I slowly tugged her expensive, custom-tailored, navy-blue skirt up around her waist; despite her half-hearted objections, the most spectacular pure silk pantyhose covered, teardrop shaped ass I had ever laid my eyes on began to take centerstage, a “centerfold” quality ass without a doubt. Two smooth creamy buttocks, beginning to softly goose flesh in the cool night air, split delicately by a white lacey thong pulled tightly up between them, the damp cotton gusset concealing what I just knew in my heart would be Angel Pussy.

The edges of her swollen pink mound pushed out at the sides, the sheer crotch of her hose clinging to it tightly. I knelt softly behind her to have a closer look, the unmistakable scent of her sweet, damp sex filtered through the tight, sheer woven mesh of her elegant pantyhose, like the scent of a freshly baked apple pie cooling on an open windowsill on a summer morning, light, delicious, and inviting. Her intoxicating scent was mild but pungent, like a Magnolia blossom in the deep south; so sweet and alluring, I could almost taste her.

My first deep breath, made my already hard cock throb, causing a surge of sweet clear precum to flood into my silk boxers. My rigid cock pulsed painfully with anticipation. I would unwrap all the complex layers of her sexuality later, all I wanted to unwrap now was her hot sexy ass. I needed to see it, touch it, and taste it upon my tongue. It felt like Christmas morning, and I was the only kid on the block who just got a new bicycle. She was babbling frantically on and on, begging me to stop and telling me how what I was doing was so wrong.

I smiled softly, blocking out her words, as I curled my fingers around the waistband of her shimmering suntan colored, sheer to the waist pantyhose, and peeled them down slowly to her mid thighs, ceremoniously exposing the bare flesh of her round naked ass cheeks. How could something so wrong, feel so right? The sight of her heavenly ass left me speechless for a moment, unable to breathe or even move. I placed my hands on her quivering buttocks with my fingers to the sides, my thumbs gently tugging apart her cheeks.

A thin layer of delicate lace fabric barely covered her dusky pink starburst, then widened slightly to cradle what I soon learned to be her best physical attribute; the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. The harsh movements of her well-toned ass became more erratic and energetic as she fought modestly but unsuccessfully to keep her pretty panties on. I peeled them slowly down until they joined her hose around her mid-thighs. She gasped softly, realizing that her backside was now totally exposed to me.

“Oh please,” she whimpered with a soft moan, as if she had given up and was finally accepting the fact that she was bent over, bare-assed, and helpless.

I softly caressed her ass cheeks as I gazed almost hypnotized by her succulent pink orchid. As I pulled her lightly trembling ass cheeks apart softly, her delicate flower partially opened. I will never forget the erotic beauty my eyes feasted upon that evening for the very first time. Snowy had a once in a lifetime pussy, with perfectly symmetric petal like lips, glistening pink folds that were begging to be pollinated, and a silky-smooth pleasure cylinder as wet and humid as a Brazilian rain forest. Her firm little mound was covered with a neatly trimmed, but thick, dark landing strip.

My new friend’s blood gorged clitoris extended from between her fleshy outer lips like a metal tap driven into the side of a Vermont Maple Tree in early spring. As I blew softly up and down along her ass crack, I watched in amazement as her impressive clit pulsed and throbbed like a lighthouse beacon along the rocky shore of a destination known only as surrender. I moaned lightly as the very feminine and delicate entrance to her forbidden pucker quivered gently beneath my warm breath like a deep-water jellyfish.

“Oh My God!” she moaned as my gentle breath made her stir deep inside, and her thick creamy juices began to pool up and drip like molasses in January from her bulging wet clit onto the sawdust covered floor below.

I leaned in softly, pressing my face firmly between her ass checks, pushing my nose to her tightly gathered ass pucker as I traced the outline of her meaty inner lips with the tip of my hot wet tongue. I kissed, licked, and mouthed her wet slippery folds, sucked softly on her clit, and dragged my teeth playfully over her very prominent, very hard, and very defined clitoral shaft. As I placed my tongue squarely over her ass pucker, she went into orbit, shaking and writhing as my tongue explored her most intimate region, her sacred ground was being violated.

It didn’t take too many strokes of my eager tongue before she was clenching her fists, rocking her hips, and screaming with orgasm. I could tell from her unbridled reaction that like Armstrong on the moon, in July of ’69, I had just left my footprint where no other man has ever been. At that moment as I watched her body convulse, heard her lust driven screams, and felt her release against my chin, I wanted to fuck her, and not just fuck her but wreck her holes. I wanted to stretch her privileged little cunt and fill her full of my seed.

I could tell from the slightly metallic taste of her creamy little cunt; my pretty little news anchor guest was ovulating. I was carrying a five-day load and needed desperately to release. I could have sent her home that night with a child already forming in her womb, but I chose not to. Not this time, not now, and not before I acquired the whole package. This bitch, this pussy and this moment was special, very special. I wasn’t going to take just her holes and make her body mine, until I owned her soul and held her heart in my hands. I wanted it all, the whole package.

Wanting to send her home with more than just a wet pair of panties and a bad attitude, I pulled back my right hand, then my left, delivering two stinging blows to both her naked ass cheeks.

“WHACK! WHACK!” followed by “WHACK! WHACK!” to the other cheek as her sexy legs trembled and shook.

She immediately burst into crocodile tears as the imprint of my hands suddenly appeared brightly and very defined, on her hot sexy ass. I was rapidly growing tired of her constant complaining and I decided to give her a little something to bitch about. Her pretty hazel eyes were welling up and tears were running down her cheeks when I finally unlocked the block setting her free. I tried to help her pouty little ass out of the black wooden contraption, but she was having no part of it. She jerked back quickly, stumbling clumsily but not falling.

News hastily yanked up her panties and hose, pulling them quickly into place, then pushing her skirt down over her hips. She grabbed her jacket and stretched out her arms, put it on quickly, sniffling and sobbing like a five-year-old, huffing and cursing as she made her way to the door. Her screams earlier, made it sound as if she didn’t like the sting of my open hand against her firm naked ass, but her rock-hard nipples told another story, clearly visible and prominent through the white lace cups of her bra and thin ruffled material of her blouse.

If looks could kill, I would have been dead man. Her pouty “just spanked” look made my cock throb and my balls boil. I couldn’t wait to break her. I couldn’t wait to hear the wet squishy sound of my rigid cock slamming in and out of her delicious pussy, to hear her call out my name as she covers my veiny length with her sugar sweet release. To hear her beg for me to stop or better yet, for more of the same. My cock was throbbing at the thought of filling her smooth pink slit with hot creamy cum, then pulling out to watch it drip.

“God Damn You!” she screamed. “I don’t ever want to see your fucking face again! Just forget about building Penny’s throne, I am never stepping foot in here again! That’s…. That’s rape you know!” she barked, throwing a small piece of scrap wood in my direction, missing me horribly and getting a splinter in her hand.

“Rape?” I chuckled, “I never fucked you, and you never once said NO or STOP! All you did was bitch about how wrong everything I was doing was; like some fucking missionary,” I volleyed back.

Clearly upset, she grabbed her Gucci purse and headed out the door. I heard the door of her little red Tesla slam, then tires squealing on the hot asphalt as she backed wildly out of my long winding drive. It was late and I needed a cold beer. I shut down the shop and locked the door thinking to myself “That went pretty well,” as I made my way to the house. I entered the kitchen and immediately went to the fridge, grabbed myself a beer, twisting off the cap and tossing it onto the granite countertop on my way to the shower.

I stripped down naked; my thick veiny cock was concrete hard and throbbing as I turned on the shower and took the last big gulp of my ice-cold beer. As I stepped into the hot water spray, I realized that my raging hard on was not going away, in fact it was growing larger and harder. I lathered up as always figuring it would dissipate soon. I was painfully hard, no woman, no privileged little bitch had ever done this to me before; made me this hard. I stood silently beneath the shower spray with my eyes closed, letting the hot water run down over my face.

The hot water hitting my face and the steam rising around me made the intoxicating sweet scent of her amazing pussy, still clinging to my goatee more active, even stronger, which in turn made my cock throb even harder. I gently washed my hair and face, then lathered my neck, chest, and arms, allowing the suds to flow southward over my body and around the base of my throbbing cock as it coated my full, tight ball sack. I washed my legs and ass, then turned away from the water spray saving the most sensitive part of my anatomy for last.

I slathered a handful of body wash onto my cock and started working it in, my fingers tightly gripping my slippery shaft, my palm rubbing softly over the spongy, but firm, sensitive head at the top of every stroke. The bottom of my hand banged roughly against my balls as my tightly wrapped fingers bunched up the free-floating skin on my shaft at the base upon the completion of every downward stroke. I was feverishly fucking my fist, rocking my hips, and pumping my cock wildly, as I thought about her, assuming that I had seen the last of her sexy naked ass.

Big globs of precum were oozing from my piss slit and blending quickly with the soapy lather as my chest heaved, my hips bucked, and my wet naked body writhed. I teetered on the edge, working my hard swollen cock like the handle of an old-fashioned butter churn, moaning out softly into the steam that was billowing up around me as I moved closer and closer to the summit. My lust filled thoughts along with the scent and taste of her sweet wet pussy still lingering on my lips was more than enough erotic fodder to fuel my masturbatory fantasy.

Silently I thought about my actions and made promises to myself about how different things would be if I ever got a second chance, another opportunity to sample her heavenly charms. Pumping my cock like I was mad at it; I began to feel that familiar feeling in my tormented groin. The torturous tightening and that familiar euphoric wave building slowly, glowing like a candle flame inside my balls as it prepared to spread like a California wildfire, without warning, driven by high winds and drought conditions, ready to scorch my soul, and leave it uninhabitable.

With my left arm almost horizontal above me I pressed my forehead gently against the polar white subway tile lined wall of the shower, rising higher and higher on my tip toes with every pleasure-provoking stroke. My thighs were shaking, my buttocks dimpling, my biceps were flexing, and forearm was pulsing as I rapidly stroked my thick, shaven, soapy cock. My ball sack grew even tighter, my smooth veiny shaft swelled quickly, and my asshole began to spasm as my orgasm arrived with little warning and my cock violently exploded in my hand.

Raunchy vignettes of the sexy little bitch whose hot wet pussy and tight little ass I had been licking just minutes ago began to play vividly, like an erotic slide show on the private canvas of my mind. Images of me force feeding my rigid cock to the needy little cunt and listening to her choke, gag, and swallow as her pretty hazel-colored eyes water-up. Images of me slapping her cheeks with my hard throbbing cock as my hot steamy load covered her pretty face and dripped like honey from her chin. I saw them all so clearly in my mind as my orgasm took control.

Images of me pounding her tight little ass doggy style until it bleeds, and images of me stuffing, stretching, and pounding her hot dripping fuck hole like I stole it as I seed her deeply. More than a half dozen huge creamy ropes of release squirted from my swollen pink head into the air. I stood there frozen stiff and paralyzed with pleasure as my cum repeatedly shot skyward, then fell quickly to the shower floor, swirling rapidly in the soapy water before disappearing forever down the drain between my feet.

The scenes in my mind changed with every powerful, creamy blast. My pearlescent release quickly turned to a frothy white, bubbly mess beneath my fingers as my balls emptied. The room was spinning as my pleasure driven moans filtered through my empty house like a warm Autumn breeze. “Suck my cock; you dirty little whore” I muttered semi-consciously still reeling from the very intense, self-induced orgasm, my body shaking and shuddering softly as I fought valiantly to remain upright.

I watched with amazement as the final couple drops of my creamy goodness fell from the head of my spent cock onto the wet tile floor, before turning to face the water spray, my back sliding slowly down against the wall until my naked ass came to rest against the cold tile, the water droplets now hitting my face reviving me, clearing my head as I sat with my legs spread on the shower floor, wondering to myself “What the fuck just happened?” My legs were trembling, and my eyes were closed as the water from the ceiling mounted rain shower head rinsed me clean.

I had masturbated literally thousands of times since puberty, but I had never, ever experienced an orgasm that intense, that real ever before. The tightness in my chest and the ferocity of my release made if feel like it was my life blood draining from my heart rather than a five-day load being pumped from balls. “Holy Shit,” I thought to myself, tilting my head back against the wall, pushing my fingers through my wet hair. I just sat there replaying the events that unfolded between us earlier in my shop until the water started to run cold.

Feeling almost numb, I stood up, and shut off the shower, drying off as I stared blankly into the steamy mirror. My mind was moving at warp speed as my heartbeat finally began to slow. I walked naked back into the kitchen to grab another cold beer, then back to the bedroom to lay down and figure things out. I turned down the maroon-colored Egyptian Cotton sheets, turned on the ceiling fan, placed the pillows against the headboard of my king-size Mahogany canopy bed, then leaned back, glancing briefly at my naked image in the mirrors above me.

(Meanwhile, over thirty miles away.)

“How dare he!” I snapped; my blood raging and boiling as it courses through my veins.

I was blind with fury as my Tesla roared down his drive and away from HIM! Somehow, I arrived back at my house just over thirty minutes later; I don’t even remember the drive, I was so consumed with anger.

Screeching into my garage, leaving barely an inch between the front of my car and the wall, I shoved the door of my car open with my shoulder swinging it wide. Exiting my car with a huff and slamming the door shut, rocking the car on its springs. Storming into my home like a raging bull, I tossed my purse and ripped my heels off, throwing them.

“That son of a bitch!” Snatching the bottle of my favorite rum from the cabinet, dropping an ice ball into a rocks glass, then pouring a heavy dose of the dark liquor, recalling the unbelievable events of earlier that evening.

“I was merely curious, and that asshole totally took advantage of me!”

Tossing back my rum as I head up the stairs, throwing my blazer aside, unzipping and kicking my skirt from my feet as it fell, practically popping the buttons on my blouse, roughly unsnapping the front clasp to my white lace bra, casting both aside as I made my way hastily to a hot shower.

“I’ve got to wash his stink from me.” I tug and roll my pantyhose down my legs and slip my thong down.

My arousal leaves a damp glistening trail along the inside of my thighs as I pull them from me, the sight causes another burst of anger to bubble up inside me. Turning on the water, I allow it to warm while I knot my hair up on my head, my breasts stretch up as I extend my arms above me. A billow of thick steam rolls into the bathroom as I open the shower door and step inside.

I hiss as the scalding water splashes against the front of my body forcing me to turn around and let my ass take the brunt of the heat. The hot water quickly takes some of the wind out of my sails and I can feel my shoulders relax a little. Squeezing body wash onto my soft pouf, the slight coconut scent blooming in the thick air of the shower. I aggressively scrub my skin, as if I’m trying to cleanse the memory of his touch from it.

Running the pouf over my tits, the bubbles slipping down my skin and gathering on the tips of my rock-hard nipples before falling to the tile and down over my long legs and between my thighs. The rough texture of the pouf sends electric jolts zipping through my body. I cast the pouf aside and touch my engorged clit with my fingertips, my knees practically buckling from the intense sensation. Mortified, I rush through my shower and pat my skin dry with a white fluffy towel; careful to avoid my pussy.

Exhausted and trying to get a handle on myself, I slide between the cool Egyptian cotton sheets, my raven black hair pooling beneath my head on the pillow. Despite my best efforts, I cannot get the events of the evening out of my head; the sweet smell of the shop, wood stain and sawdust, the feel of the block against my skin, the helplessness I felt when the block closed on me and worst of all, the way he touched me and instantly caused fireworks to explode within my core.

I run my hands over my breasts as I close my eyes. The skin around my nipples is pebbled and they are hard as bullets as I pinch them and run my fingertips over the swell of my breasts down my abdomen, beneath the sheets, through my soft dark landing strip to my smooth puffy folds, hesitating just a moment before deciding “Fuck it,” spreading my legs and running my palms down the inside of my thighs before touching my slit. Licking my lips with desperation as I touch my inner folds, my fingers growing slick with my arousal.

I picture his rugged face as I plunge two of my fingers inside my hungry pussy. I’ve never been one to indulge in masturbation and I am now wondering why. I writhe my hips and start to moan as my thumb deftly rubs my clit, while my fingers intuitively pleasure my channel.

“My God!” the inside of my pussy is so soft and slick and the way it hungrily sucks in my fingers is so scary, yet so erotic!

Tossing my head on the pillow with my eyes closed tightly, I keep seeing his face, imagining how his cock would feel moving inside me and how he would sound as he filled me with his cum. I arch my back, practically bending in half as my orgasm punches me like a prize fighter. Bucking and wriggling while I twitch, my fingers still buried deep inside me, my palm and wrist covered with my warm, creamy, sticky cum.

I can hear my heart pounding in my ears like stormy ocean waves crashing onto the shore, my breath is ragged and raw, and I can feel sweat on the back of my neck. I shakily withdraw my fingers from my wet, sloppy pussy; my thick, creamy juices stretch like taffy between them. At that moment, I realized that maybe the evening wasn’t as bad as I was making it out to be.

“Jesus Snowy, you can’t let this happen,” I whispered to myself, half-heartedly fighting off the realization that I am already on my way to being addicted to this man.

(Back at Uhl’s Lakefront Home)

Taking a big swig of beer and a deep breath, I began to regroup, occasionally stroking my cock softly as the images that first played on the canvas of my mind in the shower, haunted me until the early morning hours, like the spirits of lovers past. I laid awake until the sun peeked through the blinds of the window on the east side of the room. I have never kissed her; I have never made love her or taken her. The prettiest pussy I have ever laid eyes on was still hers; I had never claimed it or marked it. How is this possible I wondered.

Not an hour went by during the days that followed when I didn’t think about her and fantasize about her. I had to fight the urge to call her up and apologize, as that would make me seem weak and sorry, and I was neither. I figured she would only curse me and hang up on me. I was certain that I had let the most beautiful girl in the world literally slip through my fingers. I had acted arrogant, uncaring, even disrespectful to her and I am none of those things. Despite my desire for her, I conceded that if there was ever going to be a US, what happened next was up to her.

The following Saturday evening, after a week full of uncertainty, while working in my shop, a glimmering red blur caught my eye through the lens of my safety glasses as I focused on the board that I was cutting with my radial arm saw. Pushing the saw back to the safe position, I shut it off and looked up. It was a Tesla and stepping out of it was the woman who swore she was never stepping a foot back into my life. I took off my work gloves slowly, sitting them down on the corner of the saw table. I pushed my glasses up over my forehead into my hair.

Both shocked and pleased, I looked at her awkwardly, letting out a gentle sigh. Her hips swayed softly as she walked silently up the drive and entered my shop through the open garage door. With her dark sunglasses on, she made a face that was extremely hard to read. She was wearing a short coral colored, Hyacinth print, halter style sundress, black seamed stockings, and patent black leather pumps. Her hair was in a ponytail and her impressive tits swayed left and right, separating softly in the middle every time she took a step.

It was once again hard for me to read her, just like the last time she was in my shop. Was she angry? Was she horny? Was she on the fence? Jesus, this girl was driving me fucking crazy. She walked slowly over to me not saying a word, then poked my chest a couple times. I stared at her and decided in my mind that if she made the move or said the right things, it was “Game-On,” and she would find herself once again shackled to the block and this time I wasn’t going to be very nice.

“You Mr. Wett are something else. You ignored my helpless plea to stop what you were doing and did whatever the hell you wanted to me like some rutting animal. I am a woman, not a fucking piece of meat” She barked as her nipples hardened beneath her pretty dress.

“Stop your complaining, I didn’t Fuck you!” I told her with a smile just to piss her off.

“Why didn’t you fuck me? You did everything else!” she taunted like some pouty little bitch, folding her arms beneath her tits. “Tell me! Tell me now! WHY DIDN’T YOU FUCK ME?”

“Because you weren’t ready,” I whispered leaning in kissing her softly on the check, then sucking lightly at her exposed shoulder flesh.

“READY? READY? I have fucked better than you by accident!” she proclaimed loudly as she turned to face the wall, with her arms still crossed. trying to hide the tears. “I want more than just teased Dammit!”

Without saying a word, I grabbed her by the ponytail, just inches above her dress matching hair scrunchie, and pulled her kicking and screaming, over to the already open pillory block. She took short choppy penguin steps in her four-inch heels, trying not to bust her ass on the sawdust covered floor. I pushed her down onto the block with authority, and lowered the top half down, locking her in place, making sure to keep her pretty ponytail on the head and wrist side of the block. Things were going to be different this time, but only slightly.

As I walked around behind her, I pulled softly at the bow of her halter straps, letting the top of her pretty dress fall towards the ground, exposing her perfectly shaped C-Cup breasts. Her bright pink nipples were already rock hard, as I knelt behind her securing her ankles to the chains extending from the block, using the fur-lined cuffs. I strapped the cuffs around her ankles, buckling them tight, and slid my fingertips lightly upward along the inside of her left thigh, only to discover her firm, pretty ass was smooth and bare. No panties today.

I flipped her dress up onto her back like a quarterback doing the same with a white towel as he steps under center. The cock hardening sight of her beautiful double stacked pleasure holes left me even more breathless than it had the time before. I gave each of her naked ass cheeks a thunderous slap and watched them ripple quickly up and back before settling calm and still, now slightly more colorful than before. She yelped aloud with each impact, her dark sunglasses barely hiding the river of tears that were welling up in her lust filled eyes.

The game had certainly changed, and control of the future was now mine. How would I play my next hand, it was a crucial play and the consequences of making the wrong choices could have ever lasting effects. As I moved back in front of her, I softly took off her sunglasses and gently laid them aside. I took a step back and unzipped my jeans, then unbuckled my belt and unsnapped them, letting them fall slowly down around my ankles. My hard veiny cock sprang into the air as her pretty eyes filled with delight.

“Are you going to fuck me with that thing?” she whimpered softly glancing up at me helplessly.

“I am, but not today,” I replied stroking it softly. “You have to earn that right pretty girl, so today you are going suck it until it cums.”

“N-o-o-o! You need to fuck me right now, my pussy is aching for it!” she moaned, squirming nervously in the block.

“Now News… Open wide!” I teased, grabbing her by the ponytail lifting her head as I pressed my hard throbbing cock to her pretty face.

“No,” she whimpered defiantly, closing her mouth and turning her head to one side.

“Do you want me to stop? You have to open your mouth to say yes, you know,” I told her rubbing the swollen pink head of my cock softly against her cheeks, trailing sweet, clear precum over her chin.

My smooth hard cock was twitching with desire as I reached down and squeezed her nose with my thumb and index finger, cutting off the airflow. A few seconds later, her lips parted as the words; “Oh My God! No.” filtered from between them, I rocked my hips and instantly filled her warm, wet mouth with the spongy pink head of my cock.

“Good Girl,” I told her pushing my cock further between her hungry lips as they wrapped instinctively around my thickness, forcing it deeper into the back of her throat.

“How does it feel to taste a hard throbbing cock that you have never even touched with your hands before? To have your hot lips clinging to bulging veins that your fingers have never lightly traced. To learn its clean masculine scent as its thickness fills your throat, leaving breathing through your nose the only option. How does it feel hearing whore-like sounds coming from your mouth instead of well-written words rolling across a studio teleprompter?

As pathetic as the sound of her gagging on my thick, juicy cock was, I enjoyed hearing it, and I wanted to hear more as I fucked her deeper and harder, ignoring her coughing and slobbering as I toyed with her gag reflex. “Suck it bitch!” I whispered giving each of her ass cheeks another SLAP!!! The sight of my precum mixed with her saliva and drooling from her lips and dripping from her chin pushed me closer and closer to orgasm. When I heard her scream on my cock, watched her fists tighten, and felt her nose against my abdomen, it was all I could take.

Moaning wildly, I yanked on her ponytail and pulled my pulsing cock from her mouth as she gasped for air. I moved quickly to one side, pumping my shiny saliva coated cock as stream after stream of my hot tasty cum shot from the head, less than two inches from her hungry lips and fell to the sawdust covered floor below. My cum was so close to her lips, she could smell it. She chased those ropes with her outstretched tongue like a schoolgirl letting snowflakes land upon her face. She never got a taste and had to watch helplessly as my warm tasty cum splattered onto the floor in front of her.

“Damn You!!!” she squealed, watching my cock twitch uncontrollably and drip. “I came here to get fucked, not to be your blow job whore! I hate you!”

“I need to talk to you, and your ass needs to listen,” I told her, dropping her ponytail, walking around behind her, wiping the cum dripping head of my spent cock between her ass cheeks and down over the pretty pink lips of her wet dripping pussy.

“Do not darken my doorstep again with your shadow until your head is in the right place. Your submission is your gift to give, not mine to take, if you are woman enough to do so, you will experience more pain and pleasure than you ever knew you could endure, I will change your life forever. If that scares you or turns you off, then never come back, settle for one of your frat boy lovers who is more worried about whether or not his hair is out of place or the wheels on the car his daddy bought for him are shiny enough.

“In his world you will be a peasant, in mine you will be a queen. You will be my friend, my lover, my baby, and my bitch. My everything. Your spoiled little ass may think you have it all, but you have nothing without what I offer you. You have a high-profile job, and you have a fancy car. The people around you are too busy kissing your ass to care about you the person. You need structure in your life and a rock to lean on. When you get home tonight and you long for my cock and hunger for my cum, ask that college degree that hangs so proudly on your wall for them.

“Call me in the morning and let me know how that worked out for you. You need a man who will take everything he wants from you but gives you everything you need and more in return. Now, if fucked is what you want; then fucked is what you will get,” I told her placing my hands firmly to the flare of her hips.

Having said what needed to be said; I squatted quietly behind her and mouthed her pink glistening hood, dipping my tongue deeply between her warm steamy folds before dragging it upward across her cute little ass pucker. She moaned softly, incoherently muttering her approval. In her mind she was expecting my resurrected cock to bring her to orgasm. I can only imagine her surprise when I stood up and grabbed a brand-new jar of petroleum jelly from a shelf, twisted off the lid and stuck my index finger, webbing deep into its thick, slippery contents.

I swirled my finger around in the Jelly jar like Winnie the Pooh until it was thoroughly covered, then pulled it out, kneeling behind her, pushing the tip of my well lubed digit firmly to her gathered pink ring. I wiggled my hand softly pushing my index finger up her ass and my middle two fingers into her wet dripping pussy, using my pinkie like a broom, sweeping it softly back and forth over her still shrouded clit. After just a few slow, gentle pushes my middle fingers were heavily glazed and dripping.

Placing my left-hand on the small of her back, I pulled my hand from between her naked ass cheeks. I spread my fingers like I was saying hello with a traditional Vulcan hand greeting. Doctor Spock would have been proud when I pushed my middle and index fingers slowly and deeply into News’ quivering little asshole. My third and pinky fingers slid easily into her warm slippery pussy until the webbing between my fingers bottomed out against her shiny, wet perineum. She moaned softly as my fingers teased at her G-spot.

Smiling widely, I proceeded to give her a four-finger, two-hole fuck that left her breathless. I wiggled my fingers as I moved them in and out, slowly at first, then increasing the tempo until her whines and whimpers turned to grunts and moans. Before I knew it, my hand was slamming hard against the narrow ribbon of delicate pink flesh that separates her pussy and her asshole. My slippery fingers filled both her needy holes. I was certain that her tender little pussy would be sore and bruised in the morning, and I didn’t give a fuck!

Every powerful trust of my hand forced another grunt and another gasp from between her dry, quivering lips. The bruises on her puffy mound and the imprint of my teeth against the insides of her buttocks will fade soon. The marks my aggressiveness has left on her soul will not fade near as quickly. Her impressive tits were swaying like twin pendulums, flailing wildly up and back, her shapely, trembling thighs glistened on the insides, the tell-tale signs of her growing arousal and impending release. This is one sexy bitch; I thought to myself.

When her juices began running down along the underside of my forearm and her hot, tight ass squeezed my probing fingers tighter, I knew she was close! I pounded both her holes harder and deeper until her broken yelps turned into one long gut-wrenching scream and orgasm ravaged her beautiful body. Make-up colored tears of joy streamed down her cheeks, she was cumming, and cumming hard. Her hips shuddered and shook, her long pearl necklace banged loudly against the block, and she slobbered like a common street whore onto the floor.

She had fought a good fight, trying desperately not to surrender to my ruthless invasion, until the rising erotic waters swirled quickly around her and pulled her under. The room went dark as she helplessly clenched her fists, her pretty pink nipples were hard as diamonds as she finally succumbed to the perfect storm. Wave after pleasure filled wave crashed into her body, filling every crack, every crevasse, and every pore with a raging desire for more. She couldn’t stop it, her thick creamy release flowed from her steamy wet pussy like a pot boiling over.

“O-h-h-h-h, You Dirty Fucker!” she growled, moving her hips, squeezing my hand with her, quivering cunt, trying to escape a sexual pleasure like she had never experienced before.

“Do you kiss your Daddy with that mouth?” I teased, gently pulling my tired fingers from both of her well fucked holes.

“Yes, I do, I mean no! Well, Jesus I don’t know what I mean,” she confessed panting heavily, her thoughts were cloudy, and her legs were weak.

Standing up from my kneeling position behind her, I walked slowly across the shop and retrieved a small Cedar trinket box from the shelf; then turned and walked back towards her. I knelt in front of her, smiling softly noticing that my cum was beginning to dry on her cheeks. I opened the red velvet lined, cedar box and showed her what was inside. Nestled snuggly inside was a sparkling, highly polished, stainless steel butt plug. Her eyes began to dilate as what was about to happen hit her like a truck out on the interstate.

“What are you going to do with that?” she asked nervously, squirming in the block.

“I am going to stick it up your ass and send you home, but not before you lick and suck it like a pacifier, do you understand?” She nodded, feeling humiliated, looking down at the floor, not speaking…

“You must learn that no matter how pretty you are; you don’t just walk in here and tell me you need fucked and expect that to happen! I will decide, no one else, when you need fucked and how you need fucked. Do you understand?”

“But how will I know when it’s time?” she pouted with a soft whimper.

“I will tell you,” was my answer. “Tonight, you literally got a taste of what awaits you if you are woman enough to admit it, woman enough to accept it, and woman enough to endure it.”

Silently pulling the ominous looking plug from the box, I held it to her lips. Like a serpent, her tongue whisked over the cold steel surface of the plug as I spun it and tilted it in my fingers until she opened her mouth wide, and I placed it between her lips. With her cheeks lightly dimpling, she slowly sucked it in like she had done it before, until her pretty red lips pressed against the topside of the flange. She sucked it like a pacifier.

“Good Girl,” I told her gently pulling the now wet plug from between her painted lips, standing, then walking slowly around behind her.

I knelt once again, softly giving both her perfect little ass cheeks a soft wet kiss before gently dragging the wet, cold steel plug up and down between her smooth silky buttocks and across her quivering pucker. She moaned softly and bit her lower lip in heart pounding anticipation, waiting for the plug to stretch her tight. I couldn’t resist mouthing her fleshy hood and sucking softly on her bulging clit before I slipped in the plug, prolonging her anticipation. Our time together this night, was almost over. The next time our paths cross, I will make her mine.

Watching closely, I pushed the wet glistening plug firmly against her well-lubed, pretty pink ass pucker, moaning softy as it stretched slowly to accept the slippery steel plug, chuckling softly as her tight little ring reached the widest point of the plug and closed slowly around the bottom of it, sucking it in quickly, I watched it disappear like a fleeing heroine sinking into quicksand in some 1960’s adventure movie until the flange seats tightly against her shrinking funnel. The plug now resting deep between her ass cheeks.

I wiped the excess lube from around it and from between her sexy ass cheeks, with a black terry cloth towel, smiling softly as I gazed at the initials U.B.W. ornately engraved into the still exposed portion of the flange. I stood up and lowered her sundress back down over her beautiful ass and unlocked the block. Her nice round tits settled quickly in perfect position as she stood up. I grasped the halter straps of her dress and gently tied them behind her neck kissing her softly on the lips, before taking her by the hand and leading her to her car.

It was dark when we got outside, she was in a much better place this time than she was the last time she left. She leaned back against the door of her car and sighed softly. I was about to lean in and kiss her for the last time when she gasped aloud and pointed to the sky. I turned quickly enough to catch a brief glimpse of a shooting star before it burnt out forever. I gently kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms softly around my waist. The feel of her soft ample breasts pressing against me made my semi-hard cock throb lightly.

“Did you make a wish?” I asked her chuckling softly.

She simply nodded her head vertically. When I asked her if she was going to share it with me; she shook her head horizontally, without speaking a word. I cupped her right breast and thumbed her hard nipple as I kissed her goodnight. She slowly opened the car door seemingly hesitant to leave, and started to step in, then stopped.

“What am I supposed to do about the plug you left in my ass?” she giggled.

I smiled softly and told her; “They don’t come out quite as easily as they go in. You are a smart girl though; I’m sure you’ll figure something out. I would like it back” I whispered.

“Then I guess you’ll have to call me or come and get it,” she whispered back, softly biting her lower lip.

She sat down softly in the driver’s seat, acutely aware of the plug still deep inside her. She closed the door and lowered the window. She smiled at me, then quietly drove away. I stood there grinning, staring at the taillights as they faded to black. It was almost time; this delicate passion fruit was almost ripe for picking. Soon I will be balls deep in her wet slippery cunt and life will likely change for both of us. I expect our first full blown sexual encounter to be almost nuclear in nature, a mushroom cloud of unexplored need and exploding desire, billowing to the heavens.

One, two, three weeks, almost a month went by until one Friday morning I woke up alone, with my cock as hard as steel, and a five-day load in the chambers. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and thumbed out a text to my local news anchor; “It’s Time;” was all it read. I had taken the day off from the office to catch up on some work in my shop. I started my day with a long soapy shower and a hot cup of coffee. I knew she had to work and that it might take a while before I got any reply.

Multiple times that day I had to take a break, because my hard cock made it too difficult to even work. I couldn’t focus mentally, and my balls literally ached. I sat on my covered porch staring out at the lake, pondering what I was going to do to her. I needed to decide if I was going to use her as fuck meat or make love to her like the princess, she already thinks she is? After a couple of bourbon-rocks, I decided to do both. I will use her for a cum dump tonight and make sweet love to her in the morning, when she will need it most.

As the afternoon turned to evening, I went inside and took another hot shower, shaving my veiny cock and full aching balls in preparation for the night ahead. After dinner, I went out to the shop, sitting down at my desk, catching up on some paperwork. I had the radio on, and I was focused on what I was doing; that’s when I heard the steel entry door open and the sound of footsteps moving closer. I didn’t raise my head as the scent of her perfume, and the clicking of her heels gave her away. News had finally showed up it was time to break her.

“Hey!” she giggled softly, rubbing on my shoulder until I looked up.

“Hi there,” I replied with a smile. “Did you bring back the plug?”

“I’m wearing it,” she said gently nodding her head.

I turned to say hello and found her wearing a thin, mint green, cropped, tank top; her nipples were rock hard, her areoles and barbells were faintly visible beneath the thin pastel fabric. She had on very short, faded denim cut-offs, a matching mint green lacey thong beneath them, ruffled white anklet socks, and bright white sneakers with mint green laces, and a mint green hair scrunchie around the top of her ponytail. I only smiled, taking her gently by the hand leading her over to the pillory she had become so fond of. She looked up at me puzzled.

“You are going to fuck me, right? Shouldn’t you take a woman to bed if you want to make love to her?” she said half-jokingly.

I nodded softly; “If tonight was about making love to you, I would have taken you to the house. It’s about breaking you.”

“Breaking me? You think because you have a big cock that you will break me?” she said laughing aloud.

“You must be broken before you enter my house,” I told her sternly.

“What, house broken?” she teased.

“Maybe,” I replied, lifting my eyebrows.

“You fuckin B-a-a” was all she got out as she turned to slap me, and I grabbed her wrist, thwarting her blow, then smothering her profanity beneath my lips.

“As for the size of my cock; it clearly matters, otherwise you wouldn’t be back here tonight, with your pretty pastel green panties, parading around like a cat in heat if I were hung like stud field mouse now, would you?” I growled sarcastically.

Holding her by the wrist, I opened the pillory and told her to take her position, pushing her downward until her neck was in place, her arms soon followed. I closed the block, a little harder and a little louder than both times before, then locked the clasps. I walked around in front of her and sat down an old wooden chair, placing a large mirror on the pillowed cushion leaning it slightly against the seat back, making sure that she could see her pretty face in the reflection. She squirmed nervously before she summoned the courage to finally ask.

“So, what is the mirror for? Do you have some really twisted kink that I do not know about?” she asked with a crackle in her voice.

“The mirror is for you,” I told her roughly pulling her tank top up into her armpits, pushing my cock bulge against her face as I exposed her precious round tits.

“For me? What the fuck do I need a mirror for?” she queried.

“To watch the transformation” … I whispered with a pause, leaning over.

“What transformation? This is crazy, just fuck me and get it over with.” She taunted, unaware of what was about to happen to her.

“Your transformation from the sophisticated worldly woman you think you are, into the mindless, cum guzzling, cock addicted whore you are about to become.”

The barbell style piercings she wore in her nipples sparkled and shined as her breasts jostled softly to a stop. Her tummy was firm and contoured. Kneeling behind her I unsnapped the button of her shorts, then placed her left ankle in the binding at the bottom of the block. I then shimmied her shorts down off her hips and pushed her still free right leg to her tightly bound left leg and wiggled her shorts and her pretty panties down around her ankles, telling her to step out of them with her right foot. I left them in a heavenly scented pile around her left ankle.

Sure enough, there was the shiny, quarter sized flange of the plug sucked up tightly into her ass pucker. My initials were even oriented so they could be easily read. I teased her softly, slipping the fingertips of my two middle fingers beneath the flange and prying at it gently making her pretty pucker stretch slightly, but not surrender it completely. I decided I would keep it in place until it was time to replace the cold steel insertable with a hot fleshy cock. Then and only then would I remove it to make room for my thick meaty cock.

Without speaking another word, I anchored her right ankle to the fur lined ankle cuff attached to the right side of the block. I stood back briefly, gazing at her double stacked fuck holes, then moved slowly around in front of her and stripped down naked. First removing my shirt, then my jeans. My cock was all ready and throbbing, its freshly shaven shaft was smooth and glossy. The swollen pink head was spongy and moist when I pushed it to her lips, grabbing her long dark ponytail that I was careful not to clamp down when I lowered the block.

“Oh no, not this again.” She whimpered just before I filled her mouth with hot throbbing cock.

“You better wet it down good, it’s the only lube your dry tight ass is going to get!” I teased, knowing that I was going to stretch her tight little pussy before I wrecked her virgin ass.

She sucked, slurped, and swallowed until my balls pressed against her chin and the head of my oozing cock filled the back of her throat. Her eyes bulged and watered as I stuffed my veiny length down her throat, holding it there until tears trickled down her cheeks and her clenched fists trembled helplessly as she starved for air. I pulled back quickly dragging my cock across her tongue. She gasped wildly for air, moaning and groaning as a thick clear strand of saliva and precum stretched from her lips to the head of my cock like hot cheese on a pizza.

Holding her head up by her ponytail, I laughed as I made her lick my balls and kiss my wet dripping shaft. Pulling back, giving her a chance to catch her breath, I walked over to my jeans and pulled my black leather belt from its loops, folding it in half as I walked back towards her. She was too out of breath to speak, or even ask. I stepped quietly behind her and rubbed the folded black leather gently over her creamy white ass cheeks, placed it against her puffy pink sex. I then pulled it slowly up between her buttocks, her juices glistened on the belt as I pulled free.

Stepping up to her, I squeezed her sex roughly, wringing it out, smiling as her warm creamy juices dripped from it like water from a dishrag. I should have railed her ass right then, but I couldn’t resist sticking my tongue in both her holes before I brutalized them. I placed my hands on her ass and spread her cheeks, admiring the landscape of her fertile valley. The pungent scent of her needy pussy made my hard cock twitch and leak. I needed to slow my roll and savor the moment; smell the roses if you will. In this case, it was the orchid I needed to smell.

I tugged back her wet, fleshy hood roughly with my thumb and out popped her hard prominent clit, standing tall and proud like a pin flag resting in a freshly cut cup on the eighteenth hole at Augusta. In my mind I could feel the warmth of the Georgia sun against my skin and hear the roar from the gallery as I walked slowly onto the green with a four-stroke lead in my back pocket, looking at a “tap-in” for an eagle and my first green jacket. No woman’s pussy had ever had that effect on me before. I kept telling myself, ‘It’s just a pussy.’

My wet dripping tongue circled her visibly throbbing nubbin, like a pack of Gray Wolves circling a lost bison calf; one that got separated from the herd, deep in the heart of Yellowstone. Nature can be so cruel. With drool stringing from my lips, I gazed at her succulent pink flesh and thick dark landing strip, my shiny white teeth showing, ready to rip her innocence to shreds. I was ready to devour her and eager to feel her wet dripping flesh between my lips. Fuck, this girl is going to scream bloody murder when I slam my thick veiny cock into her hungry little cunt.

Standing naked and hard behind her, I moved my leather belt to my right-hand and gripped it tightly, pulled back my arm, I brought it quickly forward; striking her upper right buttock diagonally downward, then her left lower buttock upward diagonally with my backhanded return strike. WHACK! WHACK! the belt sounded sharply forcing multiple screams from between her lips. Switching hands, I struck her left upper buttock downward diagonally, then her right lower buttock, with my backhanded upward return strike. WHACK! WHACK!

Although it had been a few months since I last striped a sexy round ass, I clearly hadn’t lost my touch. She whimpered from the sting as bright red welts quickly appeared on her bottom. A perfectly symmetrical “X” quickly marked her creamy white ass. She whimpered and sniffled pathetically, asking me why, why did I spank her ass, she had done nothing wrong. Tears streamed down her pretty face; she bent her knees, lowering her ass, trying to escape another strike. Her thighs trembled, her pussy grew wetter, and her scent became even more alluring.

“What the hell was that for?” she sobbed.

“That was a distraction,” I replied; with a low raspy voice.

“A distraction from what?” she whimpered. “My ass is burning!”

“It’s a distraction from the pain you will experience when I fuck both your holes long and hard” I told her, placing my hand gently upon her well-marked ass, feeling the heat rise softly from her fresh welts.

It was finally time, after almost two months, the teasing was over, and the chase had ended, the dinner table was set, and the guests had all arrived. I placed my left hand on the flare of her hip and grabbed my fat drooling cock as the base with my right. She took a deep breath as I parted her soft fleshy folds with the tip, then let out a blood curdling scream when I rocked my hips and fed her hungry pussy half my length. The second thrust of my hips pushed me balls deep inside her. The velvety, wet walls of her pussy, spasmed violently around my throbbing shaft.

With precum drooling from its swollen pink head and dripping from her quivering folds, my thick veiny cock slid into her tender pink pussy with the speed and ease of a light beam in the darkness, pounding against her womb like a Viking battering ram against wooden castle doors in a foreign land. My full hanging balls took the brunt of the violent collision, slamming hard against her smooth puffy mound. Her legs trembled and shook, and her body shuddered uncontrollably as I began pounding her pussy with clearly the biggest cock she had ever taken.

I lifted the ponytail from her back, twisting it tightly in my fingers, getting a better grip, pulling her back onto me as I thrusted forward and began the breaking process. I gave her a little time to get used to the feel of my cock stretching her privileged little cunt, watching her asshole quiver with anticipation, as the meaty pink lips of her sex clung to my thick hard shaft every time I pulled my hips slowly back, then disappeared, collapsing inside her tender fuck-hole every time I slammed forward hard and deep.

Soon my throbbing cock was slamming rapidly in and out of her hot, slippery cylinder, like a free-floating piston inside the engine of a red Ferrari Formula One car as it roars through the jersey barrier lined, spectator filled streets of Monaco along the French Riviera. Like a race car of desire, driven by carnal instinct and primal lust. I pounded her hard and deep through multiple orgasms until her hot creamy juices flowed uncontrollably over my cock and balls like sweet sugar glaze over a freshly baked New York City Deli pastry.

My breath was bursting outward with every powerful thrust, and she was gasping deeply, pulling in air in perfect harmony, as the pink spongy head of my cock jabbed violently at her womb. Together we sounded like an old steam locomotive leaving the station, building momentum as we headed for our bliss filled destination. I heard her guttural moans, watched her fists clench and shake, and felt her pussy tighten around my cock three times during the first ten minutes of our hour-long pussy fucking.

Those cute little orgasms she was initially having were merely whistlestops along the way. About fifteen minutes into our raunchy little pussy stretching, cervix slamming fuck, she had her first major explosion. I was leaning over, reaching around, fondling her hanging breasts, letting her hard pink nipples poke between my fingers, twisting her barbells while I pounded her from behind. I watched her in the mirror as her eyes rolled back in her head and she slobbered like a cock drunk fool, clenching her fists, grinding her teeth, exploding like a car bomb beneath me, coming apart at every weld, her senses reeling, her body convulsing.

She whimpered loudly, then grew quiet briefly as I continued to pound her, lingering in the moment; her soul was suspended in some hazy, pleasure filled place between heaven and earth. Squealing and moaning, she began calling out my name, shaking her head back and forth, squirming and quivering like a convict in the electric chair, feeling her first orgasm descend only to quickly give way to another, much stronger, much more intense than the first. Trying to fight off the inevitable, she growled aloud, hoping to push back the second wave.

Fireworks exploded behind her eyes as I pounded her mercilessly hard and deep. Her voice cracked and rattled as a second major orgasm wracked her body. I was practically bending her in half with every powerful lust filled thrust. It was clear despite her pleas, that she wanted to feel more of my throbbing cock buried deep inside her. Panting and grinding, a soggy puddle pooling up beneath her on the floor; she kept crying “I can’t take it!” begging for mercy even as she was cumming again, the spasming muscles of her cunt gripped my cock in confused anger.

Six times the beautiful Raven-haired vixen coated my cock with her warm slippery release before I became the one who could no longer hold back. I pounded her hard into the block, driving her pussy like it was stolen. Her shoulders were growing red, blue, and light purple. With my hands tightly gripping the flare of her hips, I slammed hard and deep, once twice, three times, before exploding helplessly inside her on the fourth hard deep thrust. My orgasm hit me like a lightning strike on a sunny day, out of the blue and without warning.

Like the first hose to arrive at a four-alarm blaze, my pulsing cock began dousing the walls of her hot burning cunt with a thick creamy pearlescent glaze, drowning her cervix, blasting my steamy load against her womb, like a pressure washer spraying against a city sidewalk. My cock grew warm and slippery instantly as my release flowed around me and filtered softly from between us. After just a few cool down strokes, my cum was dripping from her quivering clit and gathering visibly around the base of my thick twitching shaft.

I pulled back my cock, leaving just the head inside her, slipped my middle fingers beneath the flange of the butt plug she had been wearing the whole time, and pried it slowly and gently from her beautiful round ass, it exited with a soft “pop”, leaving her gasping for breath and her ass gaping slightly, ready to be stuffed. I pulled my still hard, cum slathered cock from her dripping wet fuck hole and pressed its shimmering wet head to the gently stretched pink funnel of her ass. She screamed aloud and whimpered pathetically as I pushed in past the ridge.

“Oh Fuck!!! It’s too big!” she screamed, lowering her ass trying to pull away as I grabbed her hips tighter and slowly pushed deeper.

“Shhhhhhh,” I whispered, trying to downplay her level of discomfort as my cum soaked cock slid slowly deeper.

When her eyes began to water and her breathing became ragged, I stopped pushing deeper to let her catch her breath. I could see her thighs shaking and feel her asshole spasming. The tightly gathered ring of her ass puckered looked like a dark pink can koozie stretched over the top of a wooden fence post as it gripped my rigid cock. I watched her in the mirror as she took several deep breaths and bit her lower lip. “That wasn’t so bad” she muttered unconvincingly. That’s when I gave her the last couple inches, pressing my balls to her cum dripping cunt.

“Oh My God!!!” she bellowed, followed by a long-drawn-out scream.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” I teased establishing a slow gentle fucking rhythm, trying to convince her to relax.

“Get that fucking thing out of my ass!” she barked, “Jesus you are going to ruin me!”

“Not happening pretty girl” I whispered in her ear, leaning forward so that she could see my smile in the mirror before her.

I eased back upright, walking my palms slowly from her shoulders down over her back, placing my hands flat against the top of her buttocks, prying her ass cheeks apart with my thumbs so that I could watch my cock stretch her, fill her, and break her as I increased the tempo of my thrusts. Soon my hard deep thrusts were shaking the ground beneath her feet like a piece of construction equipment driving ten-inch guardrail posts six feet deep into the hardened soil, alongside the hot asphalt of a Missouri highway in Mid-August.

Her welted ass cheeks rippled up and back and her ass pucker began to redden. She went completely quiet as she attempted to extract pleasure from the obvious pain of my thick cock pounding her tight, delicate asshole. I watched as her seventh orgasm of our session took control of her spent feminine body like a holy spirit. I wasn’t sure how much more she could take. The cum coating my cock and lubricating her ass began to turn pink, as I pounded away, gyrating my hips, then slamming them hard against her. What happened next, happened quickly.

“Fuck I’m going to cum!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, flopping wildly against the block like she had been shot with a stun gun.

The arrival of her final gut-wrenching orgasm pushed me over the edge too, and I pounded her mercilessly as my cock swelled and my balls again tightened. I was about to fill her virgin ass with hot steamy cum, marking it as mine, forever being the first man to take her there. I growled and pulled her ponytail as I slammed in deep and held there while my cock pumped a matching load into her well fucked ass. Writhing and moaning as my orgasm arrived, I held her tightly as I infused her hole and captured her soul with my hot steamy release.

I was reveling in my conquest, my chest was heaving and falling quickly, both our bodies were covered in sweat. My cock was still pumping her bowels full when I felt her go limp in my hands. I caught her before she dropped to her knees, preventing any injury. She had passed out cold. I quickly undid the block and fumbled with the cumbersome ankle restraints as I held her upright. I scooped her up in my arms, cradling her gently, I rushed her to the house. My cum was dripping from both her holes as I carried her naked through the cold, damp, darkness, across the yard.

Sampson, my Sable colored German Shepherd, was jumping up trying to sniff and steal her panties and cut-offs that still hung from around her ankle. I pushed him away with my knee and turned my body as we reached the back door, I took her quickly to my bedroom and laid her softly on my king-size bed. I laid her flat on her back and checked her for a pulse. She was still breathing and moving slightly as I took a deep breath and sighed with relief. She still hadn’t opened her eyes, but she rolled to one side and slid her hands up beneath the pillows.

I fell back on the bed beside her and caught my breath, then grabbed a washcloth from the master bath, and soaked it with cold water, gently patting her forehead, the cheeks of her face and her lips. Her pulse soon stabilized and her beathing became normal again. She never woke, she was clearly spent, taken to her limit. I laid down beside her and gazed at her beauty as she slept. She is clearly a well-bred, sophisticated woman, and I had just treated her worse than a common street whore. I feared she would never forgive me.

Snowy will become the sixth submissive that I have created or broken, should she decide to accept my proposition. One I will share with her tomorrow morning in the light of day. I undid her hair scrunchie, took off her tank top, sneakers, and socks, and slid her cut-offs and panties from around her ankle, then looked at her. She was amazingly beautiful, she needed only one thing, one small thing. I grabbed my rechargeable beard trimmer from the medicine cabinet, rolled her gently onto her back, and with two strokes, removed her thick dark landing strip, collecting the trimmed hairs, leaving her with only a short dark stubble.

The next morning when she woke, I was standing naked at the bathroom vanity where she could see me, gently hand washing her lacey thong and denim shorts. She sat up quickly, startled in my bed, pulling her legs beneath her, then grabbing the top sheet up quickly to cover her bare breasts. She was clearly disoriented and scared. I squeezed the rinse water from her panties and shorts, hanging them gently over the shower bar, then walked out into the bedroom and sat down softly on the edge of the bed.

“How do you feel?” I asked her softly.

“Kind of strange, what did you do to me?” she asked nervously.

“I made love to you,” I replied.

“N-o-o-o, I have been made love to before, and it has never been anything like that,” she whimpered gently biting her lower lip.

“Then you haven’t been making love to the right people,” I whispered easing onto the bed beside her, leaning back against the headboard.

“What were you doing with my clothes? Why were you washing them?” she asked inquisitively.

“I was getting the blood stains out of them,” I told her hesitantly.

“Blood? What blood?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Sometimes virgin asses bleed a little,” I told her.

I watched as a grimace appeared on her face. I assume she squeezed her Kegels and felt a twinge of pain shoot through her bottom. She closed her eyes and mouthed the words, “Oh My God” as she lifted the sheet and looked down, presumably looking for more blood. All she found was trimmer stubble where her thick black landing strip once was. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. I could tell she was out of sorts, and remembered little after the point that she blacked out.

“Where the hell is my pubic hair? You shaved my pussy while I was asleep?” she asked rather tersely.

“No, I trimmed your little landing strip while you slept. I wasn’t about to put my straight razor anywhere near your amazing clit last night, my hands were too shaky,” I told her. “Your pretty pussy hair is right there,” I told her pointing to a small apothecary jar sitting on the nightstand next to the bed.

“In the jar? You saved my pussy hair? What the fuck?” she asked, even more confused than she first was.

“I’ll shave it for you in a little while. You will quickly hate the stubble if I don’t. You know it’s a little late for modesty, you can lower the sheet, I fucked both your holes last night. How does my seed feel inside you?” reaching over gently placing my fingers along the side of her neck, caressing her cheek softly with my thumb as she tilted her head lightly into my touch.

“This was a mistake, I should have never come back here,” she said teary eyed, looking away softly.

“This was no mistake, this was your destiny,” I told her point blank.

“You egotistical Son of a Bitch! Who the hell do you think you are?” she yelped.

“I am the man who made love to you last night, like no other man ever has,” I told her, grabbing her by the hair, pulling her closer until her face was just a couple inches away from mine, holding her there.

“Let me tell you something… I am the man that took your ass cherry last night, and the man who was thoughtful enough to wash the blood from your panties this morning. I the man who let you spend the night in his bed, and cared for you when you were unable to care for yourself. I am the man who made you orgasm more times last night than all those cute little Frat Boys did combined, the whole time you were in college. The way I see things, you have two options you ungrateful little bitch, so listen and listen up while I spell it all out for you.

“When your clothes are dry you can put them on, hop in your little electric car and drive back to your pampered little palace in the suburbs and listen to others tell you how much they love you, or you can admit to yourself that no one has ever made you feel the way you did last night or the way you feel right now. You can become my one and only submissive and I will become your Dom, your guiding light, and the center of your universe. I will become your shining light in the darkness, and the darkness that you fear the most.

“If you stay you will become my lover, my whore, my fuck toy, and my baby. On the streets you will be my equal, between the sheets, I own you, your pretty mouth, your steamy wet pussy, and your hot tight ass; they will all belong to me. With that comes the promise that the cum in these balls, the same cum that marinates your sex right now is yours, and only yours. No other bitch will taste it or wear it without your permission. You will be my alpha-sub, The one who sleeps in my bed. Do you see that oval braided rung on the floor at the foot of the bed?”

“That pretty girl is where bad girls sleep, naked, curled up in a ball without the heat from my body to keep them warm. Don’t ever be a bad girl. You figure out how much you enjoyed cumming until you passed out and make your decision, while I have a cup of hot coffee out on the deck. Choose wisely Snowy as opportunities like this don’t come along every day,” I told her releasing her hair, grabbing my robe, and heading to the kitchen without giving her sobbing ass another glance.

I poured my coffee, and eased out onto the deck, sitting down, releasing a heavy sigh, crossing my legs. A flock of local Canada Geese flew noisily over and a whitetail fawn, peeked at me from between two spruce trees along the east side of my property. I waited almost thirty minutes, figuring she had already snuck out the front and slipped away forever. I was about to go back inside to change the bloody, cum soaked sheets on my bed, knowing in my heart that she was gone forever, when I heard the patio door slide open and saw Sampson tilt his huge head.

She was wearing one of my robes, and she never spoke a word as she walked over to me teary eyed, opening her robe and straddling the lounger. She leaned down and untied my robe, throwing it open, revealing my freshly showered cock, smiling slightly as she settled down softly in my lap. She drew circles on my shoulder with her index finger and softly kissed my chest before reaching back, grasping my growing cock, gently guiding it into her sore, tender pussy. She gazed up at me with a scared look in her eyes. She had never been here before…

“Make love to me, please? Just make love to me.”

THE END…