Erica glistened. She was a sparkling jewel where the hot sun caressed her bare skin. The perspiration ran down the insides of her bare arms and the narrow space between her breasts. Blindfolded and set into the opened window like a diamond, she had hours to appreciate her position while she waited for Thomas to return home.
The beautiful Plantation style farmhouse stood on an open tract of land surrounded by fields that stretched to the horizon. This was Thomas’ home; his since even before the marriage, but this room was hers. The window, the highest in the house, was visible for miles. That was of course, if anyone was even watching.
The wind rose, and Erica felt it soothe her nipples and give her a temporary respite from the hot sun. She was bound in Thomas’ favorite position, nude and suspended half-way out from the window by her arms which were pulled back and cuffed to the windowpane inside the house. Her legs were bound tightly together with rope and then secured to rings in the floor that prevented her from taking a single step or even spreading her legs. Erica’s long red hair was wrapped into a braid that came down over her leather collar. A tiny silver chain linked her collar almost invisibly to the inside of the house and it was taut enough that Erica was forced to lean out at a forty-five degree angle. The bondage was undetectable from the outside; as it appeared that Erica was simply leaning, topless and blindfolded, from her window.
She moaned when the wind died down. She shifted in her bonds as she tried to push more of her sweaty breasts into the failing wind, but the straps her husband had installed held her tight. She knew he wouldn’t release her until she was exhausted and flushed from the sun. And until then, He didn’t want her falling out of the window, especially from three stories up.
This was a fetish Erica wasn’t sure she understood. She suspected that he convinced her to move to this home out in the middle of nowhere just so he could play this game. On days like today, she became “Rapunzel in her Ivory Tower,” waiting for her prince to return from town, to charge up the staircase and into her room, to growl the fantasy name in her ear as he took her bound form from behind and repeat how much he loved to pull up to his driveway and see his slut waiting for him like a prize.
Suddenly, Erica heard a whistle and she froze. Sometimes the farmers in the area cut through Thomas’s property on their way to each other’s fields. What if one of those men was down there right now? Thomas often hinted that the farmers gave him strange looks when he was in town, and that some of them acted like they were dying to ask him about his Ivory Tower. Erica was never sure if he was teasing her or not, and right now, her mind was racing to remember if the whistle she just heard sounded like a bird or an aroused farmer.
Erica listened. The whistle wasn’t repeated, but she still couldn’t relax. She could feel a full body blush coming on as she pondered her vulnerable position. Had one of them seen her? Maybe a young man or perhaps an older man? Would he be shocked and run home to call the sheriff? Or would he sit down and gawk?
Erica felt a tingling in her sex at that last thought. What if he was sitting there right now? He could be sitting on the fallen tree Thomas never cleared. For that matter, he could be sitting with his pants around his ankles, masturbating furiously while he stared at his naked Erica. She could be causing an orgasm right now and not even realize it!
She shifted in her bonds and clenched her thighs tighter. Just the thought of being an anonymous orgasm donor was turning her on. Her thoughts multiplied and toyed with the permutations. Why stop with one farmer when a whole group could be down there? An entire work crew of farmers could be masturbating in silence as they watch the sweat fall from her hard nipples. Maybe one of them will get frustrated with just masturbating and force open the door to the house. While Thomas is in town shopping, a gang of horny farmers could be fondling and fucking her helpless body right now!
She rubbed her thighs together in frustration. “Hurry Thomas,” Erica moaned uselessly. When Thomas left her like this her mind always wondered towards the most deviant ideas. Being bound forced her to explore avenues and fantasies she would never consider but when she was blindfolded with only the sun and the wind to kiss her naked body; erotic dreams were all she could think of.
Erica then wondered if Thomas was outside taking pictures again. He had surprised her one morning by leaving a picture of her on her pillow while she slept. She was shocked to suddenly see herself from his point of view. She looked brazen, shameless and golden in the sunlight. For a brief moment she understood his game. Leaning out of the window she was a symbol of power and beauty. Erica wondered what she was thinking of when he took that picture and if he could read the fantasy in her mind from the points of her nipples.
The door slammed and Erica trembled. She prayed that it was Thomas, and not one of her wild ideas come to life. After a moment she heard footsteps on the stairs. Closer and closer the steps came to her room and Erica’s heart pounded as her uncertainty grew. The steps were heavy enough for a man, but which man?
Erica strained against her bindings. Would he fuck her hard this time, bouncing her against the windowpane till he erupted in her sex. Or would he sit beside her, calmly reading whatever he bought from town and slowly tease her with strokes between her thighs. One day, he simply untied her and brought her mouth to his cock. He ejaculated strongly between her lips and then left her frustrated for the rest of the day. Erica could feel her pussy throbbing as she remembered that day, and she promised herself she wouldn’t let him get away without fucking her today but she knew it was a lie. He was her Prince, and she was his Captive Slut in her Ivory Tower. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
The door to the room opened, and she heard the pad of feet approach her. Erica wanted to say something to the unknown man but the rules forbade it. She was Thomas’s captive and completely at his mercy. If it were Thomas, then she would be rewarded for obeying. If it wasn’t, then there really wasn’t anything she could do.
A swish through the air told her that the man had selected a paddle from the wall and was practicing. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would leap from the window. It must be Thomas she felt. A stranger would have asked questions she thought. A part of her wasn’t so sure. Perhaps the stranger had seen her blindfolded in the window and guesses the game she played. The stranger may feel entitled to use her as he wished just because she was so vulnerable! Despite her fear or maybe because of it, Erica could feel her sex began to leak with desire.
She jumped as the first blow landed. Her breasts jiggled and her collar tightened against her throat. The sudden shock of the blow stung hard at first but slowly faded. That was when he hit her again.
The blows were hard but Erica could take them. Her buttocks flattened under the force of the paddle and Erica knew that welts were forming on her ass. The man stuck both cheeks equally, tanning them to a golden red till they glowed to his preference. Trapped as Erica was, she could only twist and writhe in the smallest increments as he covered her round ass in punishing spanks.
The trapped woman tried to guess if it was Thomas or not from the style of the spanking but she was too excited to think straight. All she could think about was the heat spreading on her skin. Her own desire was clouding her judgment to the point that she almost wished it was a stranger.
Erica was gasping when the spanking stopped. Her breaths were coming out in great gulps as she heard the man’s pants drop to the floor. Despite the burning in her ass she was smiling from ear to ear. Her tormentor had to have her. He couldn’t tease her any more.
He slipped his hard manhood between her bound thighs. The binding of her legs together ensured the tight fit and she recognized Thomas’s gentle but steady penetration. Thomas sank himself into Erica slowly and Erica moaned as he opened her. The bliss of being filled added to the burning sensation of his stomach when it pressed against her sore buttocks. Erica was literally in a state of heaven.
“Erica,” Thomas whispered as he fucked her ever so slowly. “They’re watching you right now.”
Erica gasped. Whether it was from the fucking or his words she couldn’t say. “Who?” she demanded but she could guess.
“The farmers, I didn’t catch their names,” Thomas said calmly as he continued to fuck her. He didn’t mind her breaking her silence. The long even strokes were obliterating her thought processes but she struggled to question him.
“You’re lying,” she said, but even she realized how unconvincing she sounded.
Thomas laughed. “How can you be sure?”
Erica moaned as Thomas picked up the pace. His stomach slapped against her buttocks while his balls bounced against her bound thighs. He was using the hard pace she loved so much. No, he was using the pace she craved but all she could think about was if she was really being watched.
“I can quit and let you free,” Thomas offered between grunts.
She knew he would. Erica always had that freedom. One word and he would release her with no hard feelings. He may even make love to her. Thomas had done it before and she knew he would do it again.
Erica said nothing and Thomas continued to pound her. How could she? Being his Rapunzel was her gift to him and if he wanted to show his gift to strangers, then that was his right.
He drove his cock into her faster, grabbing a hold of her braid for support. Erica moaned as he pulled hard on her braid, tilting her head and exposing her collar to her possible watchers. She hoped they appreciated the sight of her jiggling breasts. Erica hoped they could see the sweat fly from her body with every thrust. The Captive Slut hoped they were jerking off into the lawn at the sight of treasure they could never have.
His climax was fast and passionate. Her own climax followed and she screamed out her pleasure to the outside world. Thomas kept fucking her, invigorated as much as she was by the exhibitionism. Erica simply took his fucking, climaxing several times again before he had his second and final orgasm.
Later, he took her blindfold off before releasing the rest of her sore body. Erica didn’t see anyone outside but that didn’t prove anything. As he freed her limbs, Erica noted how completely sated and alive she felt. She also saw the smile on Thomas’s face.
Erica didn’t ask him if he was lying or not. It didn’t matter. She was his Princess and in the Ivory Tower, fantasy was as good as the truth.
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Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Happy to See You Too
This entirely too dark picture was taken with my cellphone. It's a picture of a picture that I found in an Italian restaurant on Friday. The restaurant is filled with black and white pictures like these, of pretty women from the 60's on Vespas. What makes this picture so noteworthy is it was about five feet tall, and sitting on the floor directly opposite the sit down toilet in the men's room. So there I was, trying to do my business, with this happy blonde woman smiling and bending down to show me her tits. It wasn't even hanging from the wall. It was just placed there, leaning back so that we are eye level with each other.
It is really hard to pee while sitting down when you have an erection. I kept speculating on what kind of bra would have that shape. If she was wearing a bra at all. I was also fascinated by those hips. I was amused by her hair. Most of all, I wondered if the model had any idea that one day her picture would be facing a toilet.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Storm
Outside the rain is pouring
Inside my hand falls on your ass
give me the thunder
give me the rain
give me your tears
give me your pain
The sky is dark and furious
Your face is red and wanting
take my cruelty
take my lust
take my greed
take my worse
The wind rips through the trees
My cock finds new depths to reach
love my fury
love my sweat
love my thrust
love my need
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Fiction: The Orgy Pit
In the war between Good and Evil, sometimes Evil wins.
Nash Nighthammer had answered the call to fight the invasion of Witch Warriors. Newly named, he wished to prove himself on the fields of battle. A mere 18 years old, he sacrificed his strong body and mighty warhammer to the cause of Good. With a hundred other heroes, he had struggled against an army of Witches at the Northern Pass. The heroes stopped the invading army and in that blood soaked pass, they decimated the Witch forces. Unfortunately, the survivors of the hero army were captured and dragged back to the cursed Witch Queen’s Palace for torture and death.
Nash strained against his chains to look down at the darkness below. Small fires illuminated a thriving mob of flesh. Sounds of pain and pleasure drifted out of the pit, as well as the smells of sex and filth. Nash was exhausted and having a hard time concentrating. He had been dragged a hundred miles in chains after a day long battle. For some reason all he could think about was sex.
The Witch Queen looked at her captives. “It’s a shame that only you twenty mortals survived the journey back.”
A hero standing beside Nash, Mondar Bravestrike, gave a rousing speech about defiance and endurance of the pure. Nash wasn’t listening because he was too busy looking at the magnificent bare breasts of the Witch Queen. There was a red birthmark between her breasts and he was trying to figure out the shape reminded him off.
When the Mondar’s speech was done, the Witch Queen continued.
“Below you is the Orgy Pit. Years ago, an entire Coven was cursed with Lust Everlasting. They fuck and they fuck and they fuck. We throw them captives and they include them to their orgy. When a man is of no use to them anymore, they rip him to shreds and use his body to pleasure themselves.”
One of the heroes, Ghor Piousheart, gave a short prayer about the virtues of chastity. Nash didn’t hear the prayer because he was almost certain the birthmark on the Witch Queen’s breasts looked like a hand.
“Your prayers are useless here!” the Witch Queen said. “I consign you all to the Orgy Pit where you will live your lives as sex slaves to the Cursed Coven! Guards, start by throwing in the idiot who keeps staring at me!”
Nash Nighthammer took a good long look at the Witch Queen’s breasts as he was dragged to the pit’s edge. Yes, it was a hand mark. It was shaped like someone had laid a hand right between her breasts. Nash wondered what it would feel like to lay his hand between such proud witch tits.
The Witch women threw Nash in. His long fall was barely softened by the bodies he fell on. The bottom of the pit was too dark for him to see anything but there was no mistaking the feminine hands that touched his face, his broad chest and his ass. The chains that bound him were made of thick steel but the shadow hidden women broke them apart like they were soft underclothes. He was truly among the damned.
A breast was pressed into his face while a mouth wrapped around his cock. A finger slipped into Nash’s ass and he learned quickly how to unclench. Nash’s powerful body was womanhandled down to the filthy ground and pinned there by demonic lust. Every inch of his body was kissed, sucked, bitten or ridden by the cursed witches.
Elsewhere, Nash could hear the shocked cries of Ghor Piousheart as the brave priest was being molested. Nash tried to rise and help the noble man but the witches would not let him. There was too many of them and each was as strong as five men. He was a slave of the Orgy Pit now.
A month later . . .
Nash Nighthammer fucked the witch. He slammed into her with a fury that would have shocked the gentle serving wenches back home. Nash hammered at the witch’s cunt with his cock so that her cries of pleasure would keep away the other cursed witches. It was an Orgy Pit but if you fuck the right witches hard enough, they’ll claw the eyes out of anyone who comes near.
The position of the sun told Nash it was noon. He looked around and saw that the other heroes had noticed it too. One by one they lifted their heads towards the edges of the pit.
Food rained down on them. Hunks of meat, strange potatoes and the occasional phallic shaped vegetable splattered down onto them from the overturned cooking pot. Nash heard the taunting laughter of the guards above. They sometimes tried to brain a hero with a heavy mutton bone.
A chicken leg fell beside Nash. He kept fucking the witch as he reached. Never ceasing his pounding, he ate the meat as fast as he could. As long as the insane witch was getting her cunt fucked, she didn’t care what he had in his mouth.
He did it a little too well for she had her climax. She pushed him off and eight other witches pounced on him. They clawed at him, fighting over him as they sought his cock. His hands were crammed into wet holes while his head was dragged to a waiting pussy.
Nash would eat no more this day unless it was pussy.
Two months later . . .
It was night and Nash had collapsed from exhaustion. A witch was riding his sleeping leg while sucking his cock. He slept.
He dreamed of Mondar dying earlier in the day. The greatest hero Nash had ever seen was ripped apart by the cock hungry witches. His head was used as a sexual toy while his arms were used to beat the other heroes into fucking faster. His dismembered cock was passed around until it was useless.
Nash slept through the nightmare. He was too tired to rouse from his rest.
Three months later . . .
The rain fell into Nash’s waiting mouth. The water was cold but it helped wash some of the filth from his body.
The witch Nash was fucking didn’t notice the rain. All she cared about was the manhood Nash had in her ass. She scratched at the mud as Nash pounded into her.
Nash drank the rain. The cold water tasted good but it couldn’t wash away the taste of pussy. It couldn’t wash away the taste of his own blood from where eager witches had split his lips with fierce kisses. It couldn’t wash away the taste of sweat which seemed to physically hang in the air.
He looked up at the sky and wished he was a cloud.
Six months later . . .
Nash Nighthammer tried to push through the orgy. Ghor was exhausted and Nash could see the man would die soon. Nash knew this because he had seen so many other heroes in the Orgy Pit die. Their faces all had the same look of despair before they died.
“I can’t do it anymore,” Ghor croaked.
A wall of breasts and pussy held Nash back.
“Be strong!” Nash yelled. “Just wait till night, they slow down when the moon rises! You can rest then!”
Ghor lifted his head from the tits that were suffocating him. “I can’t. The Gods will take me soon. When I reach the lands of the Fallen, I will tell them you are coming!”
Nash watched as Ghor collapsed. Ivory thighs wrapped around Nash’s waist and held him down to the ground. Pinned, Nash tried to see through the crowd to Ghor. He couldn’t see the priest but he heard the sounds of his body as Ghor was ripped apart. Nash fucked harder, screaming his rage and anger as he fucked harder than he had ever fucked before. The crazed witch women moaned in happiness.
Nash was alone now.
10 months later . . .
The witch screamed her orgasm and fell off of Nash’s cock. The look of satisfaction on her face almost made her look human. Nash used her hair to clean his sticky cock.
It was dark but through the moonlight he could see all of the witches of the pit. Most of them laid still, exhausted from the personal service Nash had given them. The sex cursed witches were immortal and supernaturally strong but their endurance was not limitless. They could be tired. They could be sated if only for a small time.
Nash watched as some of the witches crawled towards him. Their long black hair almost made them invisible in the darkness of the pit but the heavy sway of their ivory breasts reflected the moonlight. He counted eight sets of heavy breasts. The night before, only ten had the strength to rape him.
His cock hardened. His ability to stay erect was the only thing that kept him alive this long. The hammer of flesh was his only weapon here.
“Come to me, whores and sluts,” Nash muttered. “Come see what a real man has for you.”
The witches jumped on top of him. Nash tried to fight them but they were too strong and he was just one mortal man. He screamed his curse at them but his mouth was silenced with a pussy sitting on his face.
One year later . . .
The Witch Queen awoke. There was something wrong about her bed chambers. She pulled back the flayed skin that she used as a bed cover. The candle of human fat was missing. She looked into the darkness of her room and saw nothing.
But she smelled something. It smelled of sex, filth and sweat.
A shape moved in the darkness. She felt a hand on her birthmark between her breasts. The hand pushed her back into the bed while another hand parted her thighs.
She felt the iron heat of a male against her leg.
“Who dares!” the Witch Queen cried.
“I dare,” Nash Nighthammer said.
“You?” she said. “The slave of the Cursed Coven? How did you escape the Orgy Pit?”
The man’s hand moved over her breast and squeezed. She cried out at the harshness of his grip. The Witch Queen trembled as the hot steel of his manhood moved up her thigh.
“I fucked them,” Nash said. “I fucked them all and climbed over their exhausted bodies to freedom. I did the work of a hundred men and I fucked them. And do you want to know something, Bitch Queen?”
The Witch Queen shuddered. The lips of her sex parted as he slammed into her. She arched her back as his heat filled her.
“What?” she gasped.
“I’m not done fucking tonight,” Nash Nighthammer said.
Nash Nighthammer had answered the call to fight the invasion of Witch Warriors. Newly named, he wished to prove himself on the fields of battle. A mere 18 years old, he sacrificed his strong body and mighty warhammer to the cause of Good. With a hundred other heroes, he had struggled against an army of Witches at the Northern Pass. The heroes stopped the invading army and in that blood soaked pass, they decimated the Witch forces. Unfortunately, the survivors of the hero army were captured and dragged back to the cursed Witch Queen’s Palace for torture and death.
Nash strained against his chains to look down at the darkness below. Small fires illuminated a thriving mob of flesh. Sounds of pain and pleasure drifted out of the pit, as well as the smells of sex and filth. Nash was exhausted and having a hard time concentrating. He had been dragged a hundred miles in chains after a day long battle. For some reason all he could think about was sex.
The Witch Queen looked at her captives. “It’s a shame that only you twenty mortals survived the journey back.”
A hero standing beside Nash, Mondar Bravestrike, gave a rousing speech about defiance and endurance of the pure. Nash wasn’t listening because he was too busy looking at the magnificent bare breasts of the Witch Queen. There was a red birthmark between her breasts and he was trying to figure out the shape reminded him off.
When the Mondar’s speech was done, the Witch Queen continued.
“Below you is the Orgy Pit. Years ago, an entire Coven was cursed with Lust Everlasting. They fuck and they fuck and they fuck. We throw them captives and they include them to their orgy. When a man is of no use to them anymore, they rip him to shreds and use his body to pleasure themselves.”
One of the heroes, Ghor Piousheart, gave a short prayer about the virtues of chastity. Nash didn’t hear the prayer because he was almost certain the birthmark on the Witch Queen’s breasts looked like a hand.
“Your prayers are useless here!” the Witch Queen said. “I consign you all to the Orgy Pit where you will live your lives as sex slaves to the Cursed Coven! Guards, start by throwing in the idiot who keeps staring at me!”
Nash Nighthammer took a good long look at the Witch Queen’s breasts as he was dragged to the pit’s edge. Yes, it was a hand mark. It was shaped like someone had laid a hand right between her breasts. Nash wondered what it would feel like to lay his hand between such proud witch tits.
The Witch women threw Nash in. His long fall was barely softened by the bodies he fell on. The bottom of the pit was too dark for him to see anything but there was no mistaking the feminine hands that touched his face, his broad chest and his ass. The chains that bound him were made of thick steel but the shadow hidden women broke them apart like they were soft underclothes. He was truly among the damned.
A breast was pressed into his face while a mouth wrapped around his cock. A finger slipped into Nash’s ass and he learned quickly how to unclench. Nash’s powerful body was womanhandled down to the filthy ground and pinned there by demonic lust. Every inch of his body was kissed, sucked, bitten or ridden by the cursed witches.
Elsewhere, Nash could hear the shocked cries of Ghor Piousheart as the brave priest was being molested. Nash tried to rise and help the noble man but the witches would not let him. There was too many of them and each was as strong as five men. He was a slave of the Orgy Pit now.
A month later . . .
Nash Nighthammer fucked the witch. He slammed into her with a fury that would have shocked the gentle serving wenches back home. Nash hammered at the witch’s cunt with his cock so that her cries of pleasure would keep away the other cursed witches. It was an Orgy Pit but if you fuck the right witches hard enough, they’ll claw the eyes out of anyone who comes near.
The position of the sun told Nash it was noon. He looked around and saw that the other heroes had noticed it too. One by one they lifted their heads towards the edges of the pit.
Food rained down on them. Hunks of meat, strange potatoes and the occasional phallic shaped vegetable splattered down onto them from the overturned cooking pot. Nash heard the taunting laughter of the guards above. They sometimes tried to brain a hero with a heavy mutton bone.
A chicken leg fell beside Nash. He kept fucking the witch as he reached. Never ceasing his pounding, he ate the meat as fast as he could. As long as the insane witch was getting her cunt fucked, she didn’t care what he had in his mouth.
He did it a little too well for she had her climax. She pushed him off and eight other witches pounced on him. They clawed at him, fighting over him as they sought his cock. His hands were crammed into wet holes while his head was dragged to a waiting pussy.
Nash would eat no more this day unless it was pussy.
Two months later . . .
It was night and Nash had collapsed from exhaustion. A witch was riding his sleeping leg while sucking his cock. He slept.
He dreamed of Mondar dying earlier in the day. The greatest hero Nash had ever seen was ripped apart by the cock hungry witches. His head was used as a sexual toy while his arms were used to beat the other heroes into fucking faster. His dismembered cock was passed around until it was useless.
Nash slept through the nightmare. He was too tired to rouse from his rest.
Three months later . . .
The rain fell into Nash’s waiting mouth. The water was cold but it helped wash some of the filth from his body.
The witch Nash was fucking didn’t notice the rain. All she cared about was the manhood Nash had in her ass. She scratched at the mud as Nash pounded into her.
Nash drank the rain. The cold water tasted good but it couldn’t wash away the taste of pussy. It couldn’t wash away the taste of his own blood from where eager witches had split his lips with fierce kisses. It couldn’t wash away the taste of sweat which seemed to physically hang in the air.
He looked up at the sky and wished he was a cloud.
Six months later . . .
Nash Nighthammer tried to push through the orgy. Ghor was exhausted and Nash could see the man would die soon. Nash knew this because he had seen so many other heroes in the Orgy Pit die. Their faces all had the same look of despair before they died.
“I can’t do it anymore,” Ghor croaked.
A wall of breasts and pussy held Nash back.
“Be strong!” Nash yelled. “Just wait till night, they slow down when the moon rises! You can rest then!”
Ghor lifted his head from the tits that were suffocating him. “I can’t. The Gods will take me soon. When I reach the lands of the Fallen, I will tell them you are coming!”
Nash watched as Ghor collapsed. Ivory thighs wrapped around Nash’s waist and held him down to the ground. Pinned, Nash tried to see through the crowd to Ghor. He couldn’t see the priest but he heard the sounds of his body as Ghor was ripped apart. Nash fucked harder, screaming his rage and anger as he fucked harder than he had ever fucked before. The crazed witch women moaned in happiness.
Nash was alone now.
10 months later . . .
The witch screamed her orgasm and fell off of Nash’s cock. The look of satisfaction on her face almost made her look human. Nash used her hair to clean his sticky cock.
It was dark but through the moonlight he could see all of the witches of the pit. Most of them laid still, exhausted from the personal service Nash had given them. The sex cursed witches were immortal and supernaturally strong but their endurance was not limitless. They could be tired. They could be sated if only for a small time.
Nash watched as some of the witches crawled towards him. Their long black hair almost made them invisible in the darkness of the pit but the heavy sway of their ivory breasts reflected the moonlight. He counted eight sets of heavy breasts. The night before, only ten had the strength to rape him.
His cock hardened. His ability to stay erect was the only thing that kept him alive this long. The hammer of flesh was his only weapon here.
“Come to me, whores and sluts,” Nash muttered. “Come see what a real man has for you.”
The witches jumped on top of him. Nash tried to fight them but they were too strong and he was just one mortal man. He screamed his curse at them but his mouth was silenced with a pussy sitting on his face.
One year later . . .
The Witch Queen awoke. There was something wrong about her bed chambers. She pulled back the flayed skin that she used as a bed cover. The candle of human fat was missing. She looked into the darkness of her room and saw nothing.
But she smelled something. It smelled of sex, filth and sweat.
A shape moved in the darkness. She felt a hand on her birthmark between her breasts. The hand pushed her back into the bed while another hand parted her thighs.
She felt the iron heat of a male against her leg.
“Who dares!” the Witch Queen cried.
“I dare,” Nash Nighthammer said.
“You?” she said. “The slave of the Cursed Coven? How did you escape the Orgy Pit?”
The man’s hand moved over her breast and squeezed. She cried out at the harshness of his grip. The Witch Queen trembled as the hot steel of his manhood moved up her thigh.
“I fucked them,” Nash said. “I fucked them all and climbed over their exhausted bodies to freedom. I did the work of a hundred men and I fucked them. And do you want to know something, Bitch Queen?”
The Witch Queen shuddered. The lips of her sex parted as he slammed into her. She arched her back as his heat filled her.
“What?” she gasped.
“I’m not done fucking tonight,” Nash Nighthammer said.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Let's Duet by Dewey Cox
Sometimes when Shon is especially cruel, he makes me sing Darlene's part in the Dewey Cox song, 'Duet'. The song is a juvenile sex obsessed parody of country music which means it makes Shon laugh every time. Please share in my humiliation by listening.
Monday, March 23, 2009
New To You Fiction:Party Favors
“Great party, isn’t it?” I asked Renee.
“Shit, Robert, not now,” she whispered.
“Why not?” I responded. “Half the party is watching your husband on the Karaoke machine and the other half is in the pool. You’re looking fantastic in this red cocktail dress and I’m thinking of a hundred ways to fuck you. When would be a better time for your next command?”
Renee bit her lip. She was terrified of Steve discovering her infidelity but there was something selfish inside her that couldn’t turn down a chance to be a slut. We were sitting in the back of the living room as the rest of the party watched Steve sing. No one was paying attention to us but it could change in an instant. I watched as the blonde squirmed before making her decision.
“What do you want?” Renee asked.
“Just give me your underwear,” I said.
“Right here?” she whispered. Her cheeks were already flushing.
“Right here,” I said. “For starters,” I added.
The promise of future debauchery did it. Renee watched the crowd of house guests in front of her and slowly lifted her short black dress. Their backs were to us and all it would take was one person needing a drink to expose Renee. She moved fast; lifting her ass off the couch we were on and grabbing hold of her panties. It only took a moment for her to pull her panties down her legs and over her heels. I smiled at the sight of the red thong. It had been a Christmas gift from me.
“Thank you, my slut,” I said. I stuffed the thong into my pants pocket while Renee scrambled to readjust her dress. It was just in time too—her boss at work came out of the crowd to look for the bathroom. It was a close call but once again our secret was safe.
“Let’s go to your kitchen,” I said.
“No,” Renee whispered. “Please. I’ll do whatever you want later, but not now.”
I chuckled. “Now,” I said.
That was the end of that debate. Renee led the way while I simply watched her wonderful ass move in front of me. Jack and Carrie were in the kitchen, so I had to suffer through an inane conversation about air conditioning while Renee appeared to look busy. When the intruding couple finally left, I appreciated the look of terror on Renee’s face. As afraid as she was, she wasn’t going to deny me. It wasn’t our way.
“Pull down your top,” I commanded.
Renee watched the kitchen door and did as I asked. Her full breasts flopped out of her flimsy dress top and I quickly took one of her nipples into my mouth. My tongue lashed over her sensitive nub and I was pleased by how erect it was before my first lick. I sucked on her breasts to my heart’s content while the party continued just a few feet away.
“Very nice,” I said, and my slut blushed at the compliment. Her blush turned to fear when she saw the black marker I pulled from my jacket. Renee didn’t say a word as I wrote my name across her left breast, placing the ‘b’ over her nipple.
“Leave that there till I come for it,” I said.
“What if Steve sees it?” Renee demanded.
“Then you’ll have some explaining to do,” I said.
I left the kitchen and went to the pool outside. Renee almost followed me but she knew better. She wanted permission to remove my name but it would be in my own good time, not hers. The waiting was half the fun.
The party continued and although I kept my distance from Renee, she was never far from my sight. I suspect she was doing the same with me. We circled each other during the party, each with our own agendas. She wanted me to fuck her and let her remove my mark. For myself, I loved watching her tug her dress down as she unconsciously tried to cover her panty-less bottom. It was a good party.
Renee tried to make me jealous by dancing with her husband. Steve didn’t know why his wife was so physical with him but he didn’t care. His wife clung tightly to him, grinding her hips against him in those seductive ways that she learned from me. Perhaps it was my imagination but I swear I could see the outline of her ass underneath her dress more clearly now that I possessed her thong.
Ah that thong. Just knowing it was in my pocket was making me as hard as stone and I wondered if anyone else could tell. My cock was alive and wanting to sink into Renee in so many ways. Watching her dance reminded me of fucking her ass. Seeing her smile reminded me of how her cheeks looked when they were wrapped around my cock, and hearing her laugh was like hearing her moan.
I had appearances to keep up. To return the favor of her teasing, I flirted heavily with a cute redhead I met named Ashley. She was thinner than Renee and I knew my slut would be making endless comparisons. I slipped my arm around Ashley as we talked, accenting how tiny the young woman was. To be honest, I can’t remember what we talked about but I will never forget the glares Renee gave me. Jealousy with a glaze of desire.
She cornered me at the punch table, not caring that Mike and Gary were standing right there. Renee even went so far as to grab my arm before realizing she was in public. I looked into her eyes and merely waited for her to speak. I wanted to hear her say it.
“Robert, can you help me get some ice from the garage?” she asked.
I ignored her obvious ploy. Leaning close to her, I whispered, “Clench for me.”
Her eyes widened at my audacity. When I refused to give in, she sighed and closed her eyes. From earlier games, I knew she was clenching her pussy as tightly as possible until her eyes opened again. Her lips were open and sensual when she finally opened her eyes.
“Again,” I said.
Renee did as I commanded. While Mike and Gary continued to bitch about baseball games, my lovely slut clenched between her thighs.
“Again,” I repeated. She obeyed, though she was biting her lip now. I knew from experience how aroused she was and I wished more than anything to slip my finger into her and test how wet she was.
“In half an hour, meet me in the garage,” I said when she opened her eyes again. Before she could protest I left and engaged her husband about the details of the swimming pool. Renee avoided us as I knew she would. There was no way she could risk being around her husband right now. Her flushed cheeks, wet lips, and sensual eyes would give her away to anyone who had slept with her. I was safer with her husband than she was.
Renee tried to pay me back for the teasing. She had some of the specially ordered ice cream that Steve was so fond of and ate it where I could see her. It was vanilla and the white gleamed on her lips. Slowly she ate the ice cream from the cone, first licking it from all sides and then swallowing a bite of it. Several of the more forward guys at the party made lewd comments about her eating, but she laughed them off. The more jealous women had some ice cream, too, and before long there was a crowd of orally fixated people around the ice cream bin.
Despite her teasing, Renee kept an eye on the clock. When it was time, she excused herself and headed for the garage. I followed her discreetly, trying hard not to run after her and pin her against a wall. When I was finally alone in the garage with her I lost my control and pulled her to me. Her lips were cold and I could still taste the vanilla. Renee pressed against me and her hands pulled my waist to hers. She was so frustrated and I loved it.
“Turn around,” I said when I finally broke the kiss.
Renee obeyed quickly. As soon as she was turned around, I pushed her forward so that she was facedown on Steve’s workbench. She squealed happily as I held her down and moaned as I lifted her short dress over her buttocks. I rubbed one hand over her round cheeks and grabbed a fistful of her hair with my other hand. Renee tilted her head back as I pulled and her back arched like a bow.
I spanked her ass with my bare hand. Renee cried out loudly with the first impact but then she remembered how many guests were just outside. Her cheeks clenched tightly as my handprint appeared on her ass. It was quite beautiful.
“Fuck me,” Renee begged but I ignored her. I spanked her again and again, each blow harder than the first. My grip on her hair tightened with each blow, keeping her arched. She danced under my spanking, shifting around as I covered her sweet buttocks with welts. My own hand was stinging but I ignored the pain and kept administering the punishment she had earned tonight. Renee had tried to force me all night long. It was time she understood that I was in the one in charge here.
When her ass was as red as her dress, I leaned down and bit her firm cheeks. I could feel the heat under my tongue and it was nice. Renee whimpered as I nibbled on her buttocks but she didn’t complain. My mouth kissed the bright handprints at my leisure while Renee patiently waited.
“Should I take you now?” I asked her.
“If you want,” Renee said.
“Good answer,” I replied. I pulled her hair so that she would stand up. She moaned when I pulled her dress down over her ass, shaking her head when she realized that I wasn’t going to fuck her after all.
“Go back to the party, my slut,” I said.
Renee scowled but she did as I asked. She was always calmer after a good spanking. That’s kind of surprising when you realize she is usually a lot wetter too. She didn’t even look back as she left. That was fine. I didn’t care if she was pissed as long as she obeyed.
I rejoined the party. Although Renee was deliberately ignoring me, I couldn’t help but watch her constantly. She walked so carefully through the crowd of people, trying her best not to let anyone know just how tender her ass was. I loved how she tried to act casual when her husband insisted on dancing with her. His hand crept up to her right breast and briefly fondled her. Her face paled and I knew what she was thinking. My name was protected from her husband’s sight by only a thin layer of cloth. The panic in her eyes was delightful.
My staring didn’t go unnoticed. Walter was standing next to me and he saw where my attention was. He laughed and thought we had something in common.
“Steve’s a lucky man,” he said. “Renee is one fine piece of ass.”
I smiled and merely nodded. Renee was a fine piece of ass but it wasn’t Steve who was the lucky one. The lucky one was the guy who could make Renee beg. Steve could sleep with her, fuck her, and kiss her all he wanted. Renee and I knew who really owned her.
Despite my plans to wait, I could hold back no longer. As soon as Steve was done dancing with Renee and his back was turned, I went up to my suffering slut and whispered in her ear. I told her to come out to my car and I would remove my mark I placed on her. The pretty blonde’s eyes lit up but her expression was quickly replaced by fear. What if someone saw her heading out to my car? She didn’t ask me that question because she knew what my answer would be—that’s her problem.
My car was parked by the curb and at this late point in the party, there were a lot of other guests taking their leave as well. I didn’t see Renee right away and I decided to give her three minutes. It wouldn’t be the first time she was forced to wear my mark all night long but I knew how much she hated it. In trying to keep it hidden from her husband, she would have to put off sex tonight and as aroused as she was, that would be the worst punishment possible.
She came, with a minute to spare. Renee got in on the passenger side and didn’t say a word as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I was so hard and ready for her. She smiled at the sight of my cock but the constant traffic of guests made her pause.
“Do it,” I whispered and there was nothing more to say. Renee leaned over and I gently pushed her head down over my cock. She took my entire length, swallowing inch after inch into her wet throat. It was my turn to whimper as her lips sealed tightly over me.
In the shadows she sucked me. Up and down her pretty head bobbed while my hands squeezed her blonde hair. It was a noisy blowjob, full of the wet sucking sounds Renee was so good at. The slut really knew how to lick a man and it was nice to see all of those tongue exercises I gave her were paying off.
I slipped one hand around to cup her breast. Renee moaned as I pulled her tit out from her top and roughly squeezed her. She liked it when I pinched her nipples and sometimes she even climaxed from breast stimulation alone. I simply enjoyed the way she moaned when I twisted her nipples; feeling her throat vibrate around my cock.
Owen and Deena walked by the car and I smiled at them. Deena’a jaw dropped as she saw the top of Renee’s blonde head bobbing up into view. The couple started laughing when I shrugged my shoulders. As they walked away I wondered if they had recognized Renee solely from her hair but then I decided I didn’t care. I was too close to coming.
“Swallow it all, Renee,” I growled. “Leave not a single drop.”
She moaned in submission. My fingers were mauling her breast now; squeezing and twisting her soft flesh as my own desire grew and grew. Her fingers were doing the same to my balls, coaxing and tugging on them as her tongue flicked over me. She wanted me to come as badly as I did.
“Now,” I said and I erupted into her mouth. I flooded her mouth with my seed and true to my instructions, she took every drop. Even when I thought I was done, her fingers and lips milked my cock until she was sure I was completely drained.
“Perfect,” I said when I let go of her head.
“Take me,” Renee begged. She had lifted her skirt but I ignored the sight of her lovely sex.
“Finger yourself while I remove my name,” I told her.
“Bastard,” she whispered but she took herself nonetheless. Sitting beside me in the car, Renee plunged her fingers deep inside her pussy and masturbated for me. In my glove compartment were some wet wipes that I keep for this purpose. I used one to clean her breast, thoroughly enjoying how hard it was to remove that magic marker. Renee stroked herself to a loud orgasm while I erased my name.
“There, my mark is gone,” I said when I was finished. “You can go back to the party.”
“Come on,” Renee pleaded. “You’ve teased me all night. Fuck me, Robert.”
“No,” I said.
Renee actually laughed. “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck Steve. I might even let him have my ass.”
“That’s fine,” I said. I reached across and grabbed her by the back of her head. Her mouth smiled as I pulled her closer.
“Fuck him however you want,” I said. “It won’t change how I fuck you tomorrow.”
She shivered. “You’re coming over tomorrow?”
I thought about it.
“Maybe.”
“Shit, Robert, not now,” she whispered.
“Why not?” I responded. “Half the party is watching your husband on the Karaoke machine and the other half is in the pool. You’re looking fantastic in this red cocktail dress and I’m thinking of a hundred ways to fuck you. When would be a better time for your next command?”
Renee bit her lip. She was terrified of Steve discovering her infidelity but there was something selfish inside her that couldn’t turn down a chance to be a slut. We were sitting in the back of the living room as the rest of the party watched Steve sing. No one was paying attention to us but it could change in an instant. I watched as the blonde squirmed before making her decision.
“What do you want?” Renee asked.
“Just give me your underwear,” I said.
“Right here?” she whispered. Her cheeks were already flushing.
“Right here,” I said. “For starters,” I added.
The promise of future debauchery did it. Renee watched the crowd of house guests in front of her and slowly lifted her short black dress. Their backs were to us and all it would take was one person needing a drink to expose Renee. She moved fast; lifting her ass off the couch we were on and grabbing hold of her panties. It only took a moment for her to pull her panties down her legs and over her heels. I smiled at the sight of the red thong. It had been a Christmas gift from me.
“Thank you, my slut,” I said. I stuffed the thong into my pants pocket while Renee scrambled to readjust her dress. It was just in time too—her boss at work came out of the crowd to look for the bathroom. It was a close call but once again our secret was safe.
“Let’s go to your kitchen,” I said.
“No,” Renee whispered. “Please. I’ll do whatever you want later, but not now.”
I chuckled. “Now,” I said.
That was the end of that debate. Renee led the way while I simply watched her wonderful ass move in front of me. Jack and Carrie were in the kitchen, so I had to suffer through an inane conversation about air conditioning while Renee appeared to look busy. When the intruding couple finally left, I appreciated the look of terror on Renee’s face. As afraid as she was, she wasn’t going to deny me. It wasn’t our way.
“Pull down your top,” I commanded.
Renee watched the kitchen door and did as I asked. Her full breasts flopped out of her flimsy dress top and I quickly took one of her nipples into my mouth. My tongue lashed over her sensitive nub and I was pleased by how erect it was before my first lick. I sucked on her breasts to my heart’s content while the party continued just a few feet away.
“Very nice,” I said, and my slut blushed at the compliment. Her blush turned to fear when she saw the black marker I pulled from my jacket. Renee didn’t say a word as I wrote my name across her left breast, placing the ‘b’ over her nipple.
“Leave that there till I come for it,” I said.
“What if Steve sees it?” Renee demanded.
“Then you’ll have some explaining to do,” I said.
I left the kitchen and went to the pool outside. Renee almost followed me but she knew better. She wanted permission to remove my name but it would be in my own good time, not hers. The waiting was half the fun.
The party continued and although I kept my distance from Renee, she was never far from my sight. I suspect she was doing the same with me. We circled each other during the party, each with our own agendas. She wanted me to fuck her and let her remove my mark. For myself, I loved watching her tug her dress down as she unconsciously tried to cover her panty-less bottom. It was a good party.
Renee tried to make me jealous by dancing with her husband. Steve didn’t know why his wife was so physical with him but he didn’t care. His wife clung tightly to him, grinding her hips against him in those seductive ways that she learned from me. Perhaps it was my imagination but I swear I could see the outline of her ass underneath her dress more clearly now that I possessed her thong.
Ah that thong. Just knowing it was in my pocket was making me as hard as stone and I wondered if anyone else could tell. My cock was alive and wanting to sink into Renee in so many ways. Watching her dance reminded me of fucking her ass. Seeing her smile reminded me of how her cheeks looked when they were wrapped around my cock, and hearing her laugh was like hearing her moan.
I had appearances to keep up. To return the favor of her teasing, I flirted heavily with a cute redhead I met named Ashley. She was thinner than Renee and I knew my slut would be making endless comparisons. I slipped my arm around Ashley as we talked, accenting how tiny the young woman was. To be honest, I can’t remember what we talked about but I will never forget the glares Renee gave me. Jealousy with a glaze of desire.
She cornered me at the punch table, not caring that Mike and Gary were standing right there. Renee even went so far as to grab my arm before realizing she was in public. I looked into her eyes and merely waited for her to speak. I wanted to hear her say it.
“Robert, can you help me get some ice from the garage?” she asked.
I ignored her obvious ploy. Leaning close to her, I whispered, “Clench for me.”
Her eyes widened at my audacity. When I refused to give in, she sighed and closed her eyes. From earlier games, I knew she was clenching her pussy as tightly as possible until her eyes opened again. Her lips were open and sensual when she finally opened her eyes.
“Again,” I said.
Renee did as I commanded. While Mike and Gary continued to bitch about baseball games, my lovely slut clenched between her thighs.
“Again,” I repeated. She obeyed, though she was biting her lip now. I knew from experience how aroused she was and I wished more than anything to slip my finger into her and test how wet she was.
“In half an hour, meet me in the garage,” I said when she opened her eyes again. Before she could protest I left and engaged her husband about the details of the swimming pool. Renee avoided us as I knew she would. There was no way she could risk being around her husband right now. Her flushed cheeks, wet lips, and sensual eyes would give her away to anyone who had slept with her. I was safer with her husband than she was.
Renee tried to pay me back for the teasing. She had some of the specially ordered ice cream that Steve was so fond of and ate it where I could see her. It was vanilla and the white gleamed on her lips. Slowly she ate the ice cream from the cone, first licking it from all sides and then swallowing a bite of it. Several of the more forward guys at the party made lewd comments about her eating, but she laughed them off. The more jealous women had some ice cream, too, and before long there was a crowd of orally fixated people around the ice cream bin.
Despite her teasing, Renee kept an eye on the clock. When it was time, she excused herself and headed for the garage. I followed her discreetly, trying hard not to run after her and pin her against a wall. When I was finally alone in the garage with her I lost my control and pulled her to me. Her lips were cold and I could still taste the vanilla. Renee pressed against me and her hands pulled my waist to hers. She was so frustrated and I loved it.
“Turn around,” I said when I finally broke the kiss.
Renee obeyed quickly. As soon as she was turned around, I pushed her forward so that she was facedown on Steve’s workbench. She squealed happily as I held her down and moaned as I lifted her short dress over her buttocks. I rubbed one hand over her round cheeks and grabbed a fistful of her hair with my other hand. Renee tilted her head back as I pulled and her back arched like a bow.
I spanked her ass with my bare hand. Renee cried out loudly with the first impact but then she remembered how many guests were just outside. Her cheeks clenched tightly as my handprint appeared on her ass. It was quite beautiful.
“Fuck me,” Renee begged but I ignored her. I spanked her again and again, each blow harder than the first. My grip on her hair tightened with each blow, keeping her arched. She danced under my spanking, shifting around as I covered her sweet buttocks with welts. My own hand was stinging but I ignored the pain and kept administering the punishment she had earned tonight. Renee had tried to force me all night long. It was time she understood that I was in the one in charge here.
When her ass was as red as her dress, I leaned down and bit her firm cheeks. I could feel the heat under my tongue and it was nice. Renee whimpered as I nibbled on her buttocks but she didn’t complain. My mouth kissed the bright handprints at my leisure while Renee patiently waited.
“Should I take you now?” I asked her.
“If you want,” Renee said.
“Good answer,” I replied. I pulled her hair so that she would stand up. She moaned when I pulled her dress down over her ass, shaking her head when she realized that I wasn’t going to fuck her after all.
“Go back to the party, my slut,” I said.
Renee scowled but she did as I asked. She was always calmer after a good spanking. That’s kind of surprising when you realize she is usually a lot wetter too. She didn’t even look back as she left. That was fine. I didn’t care if she was pissed as long as she obeyed.
I rejoined the party. Although Renee was deliberately ignoring me, I couldn’t help but watch her constantly. She walked so carefully through the crowd of people, trying her best not to let anyone know just how tender her ass was. I loved how she tried to act casual when her husband insisted on dancing with her. His hand crept up to her right breast and briefly fondled her. Her face paled and I knew what she was thinking. My name was protected from her husband’s sight by only a thin layer of cloth. The panic in her eyes was delightful.
My staring didn’t go unnoticed. Walter was standing next to me and he saw where my attention was. He laughed and thought we had something in common.
“Steve’s a lucky man,” he said. “Renee is one fine piece of ass.”
I smiled and merely nodded. Renee was a fine piece of ass but it wasn’t Steve who was the lucky one. The lucky one was the guy who could make Renee beg. Steve could sleep with her, fuck her, and kiss her all he wanted. Renee and I knew who really owned her.
Despite my plans to wait, I could hold back no longer. As soon as Steve was done dancing with Renee and his back was turned, I went up to my suffering slut and whispered in her ear. I told her to come out to my car and I would remove my mark I placed on her. The pretty blonde’s eyes lit up but her expression was quickly replaced by fear. What if someone saw her heading out to my car? She didn’t ask me that question because she knew what my answer would be—that’s her problem.
My car was parked by the curb and at this late point in the party, there were a lot of other guests taking their leave as well. I didn’t see Renee right away and I decided to give her three minutes. It wouldn’t be the first time she was forced to wear my mark all night long but I knew how much she hated it. In trying to keep it hidden from her husband, she would have to put off sex tonight and as aroused as she was, that would be the worst punishment possible.
She came, with a minute to spare. Renee got in on the passenger side and didn’t say a word as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I was so hard and ready for her. She smiled at the sight of my cock but the constant traffic of guests made her pause.
“Do it,” I whispered and there was nothing more to say. Renee leaned over and I gently pushed her head down over my cock. She took my entire length, swallowing inch after inch into her wet throat. It was my turn to whimper as her lips sealed tightly over me.
In the shadows she sucked me. Up and down her pretty head bobbed while my hands squeezed her blonde hair. It was a noisy blowjob, full of the wet sucking sounds Renee was so good at. The slut really knew how to lick a man and it was nice to see all of those tongue exercises I gave her were paying off.
I slipped one hand around to cup her breast. Renee moaned as I pulled her tit out from her top and roughly squeezed her. She liked it when I pinched her nipples and sometimes she even climaxed from breast stimulation alone. I simply enjoyed the way she moaned when I twisted her nipples; feeling her throat vibrate around my cock.
Owen and Deena walked by the car and I smiled at them. Deena’a jaw dropped as she saw the top of Renee’s blonde head bobbing up into view. The couple started laughing when I shrugged my shoulders. As they walked away I wondered if they had recognized Renee solely from her hair but then I decided I didn’t care. I was too close to coming.
“Swallow it all, Renee,” I growled. “Leave not a single drop.”
She moaned in submission. My fingers were mauling her breast now; squeezing and twisting her soft flesh as my own desire grew and grew. Her fingers were doing the same to my balls, coaxing and tugging on them as her tongue flicked over me. She wanted me to come as badly as I did.
“Now,” I said and I erupted into her mouth. I flooded her mouth with my seed and true to my instructions, she took every drop. Even when I thought I was done, her fingers and lips milked my cock until she was sure I was completely drained.
“Perfect,” I said when I let go of her head.
“Take me,” Renee begged. She had lifted her skirt but I ignored the sight of her lovely sex.
“Finger yourself while I remove my name,” I told her.
“Bastard,” she whispered but she took herself nonetheless. Sitting beside me in the car, Renee plunged her fingers deep inside her pussy and masturbated for me. In my glove compartment were some wet wipes that I keep for this purpose. I used one to clean her breast, thoroughly enjoying how hard it was to remove that magic marker. Renee stroked herself to a loud orgasm while I erased my name.
“There, my mark is gone,” I said when I was finished. “You can go back to the party.”
“Come on,” Renee pleaded. “You’ve teased me all night. Fuck me, Robert.”
“No,” I said.
Renee actually laughed. “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck Steve. I might even let him have my ass.”
“That’s fine,” I said. I reached across and grabbed her by the back of her head. Her mouth smiled as I pulled her closer.
“Fuck him however you want,” I said. “It won’t change how I fuck you tomorrow.”
She shivered. “You’re coming over tomorrow?”
I thought about it.
“Maybe.”
Friday, March 20, 2009
Dirty Movies: I Like to Play Games
"I Like to Play Games" is a 1995 softcore movie starring the luscious Lisa Boyle. Lisa plays Suzanne, a high breasted woman who can not form a meaningful relationship with anyone except in the context of a perpetual swapping of dom/sub roles that she calls her 'games'. She tells men this upfront but they play along anyway because they hope to get laid. Later they break up with her and file restraining orders because her games escalate to psychological terror. Men are such pussies.
The movie opens with the character of Michael, a sexually frustrated guy who tries to get dominant with his girlfriend and when she hesitates, he dumps her rather than communicate. If the dude had a copy of 'Screw the Roses', this whole movie wouldn't have happened.
The next scene is Michael kickboxing and wrestling with another bare chested man, his best friend Nick. Michael explains that most women are too boring and he wants someone dangerous and exciting. He says this as his buddy manhandles him in a crowded gym full of men. Maybe it's because I have more gay male friends than straight ones, but I got the impression that Michael's problem had less to do with exciting women and more to do with women in general.
Suzanne shows up as a coworker in his office and Michael falls in lust. They go on a boring first date where Suzanne bitterly complains that "it was his turn and we could have done anything." Michael asks for what they would have done if it was her turn, and she shows him. They go outside into a dirty alley, smoke pot and then make out.See kids, marijuana is a gateway drug to kinky sex and late night cable movies.
An interesting thing happens at the makeout. Suzanne gets topless, Michael gets topless and bodies are writhing, but then we have some guests. Two very macho looking men drinking beer start slowly walking down the alley. You start thinking that there will be a mugging but no, the men angrily toss their bottles to the ground but they don't even look at the top heavy girl writhing in front of them.
See, I don't think they were real at all. I think they were symbolic of Micheal's homosexuality walking away in disgust. It's just not me, is it?
Suzanne and Michael's affair blossoms. They engage in some good old fashioned role-playing as they take turns being dominant. Suzanne is the naughty schoolgirl that Michael scolds. Michael becomes the handcuffed slave to his Mistress. Sure things get out of hand like when Michael gets arrested for public exposure or when Suzanne restrained Michael and he didn't go to an important meeting but that just makes the kinky sex more exciting.
We never get a 'Fight Club' moment where the rules are spelled out but I am here to help. Here are all of the rules of the Game as I have determined them.
#1. When it's your turn, you can do anything.
#2. Games never repeat.
#3. You choke, you're out. No replay.
I have to admit that for a softcore movie, I did enjoy the kinky games and flirting. You don't need explicit hardcore action for a kinky scene, you just need a loss of power and a dominant figure. Suzanne is an insane woman which makes her terrifying as a domme. She is such an evil sadistic bitch that when Michael takes control, nothing he can come up with can punish Suzanne enough. It's fun to try though. The more scared Suzanne gets, the more she loves it. Michael's friend and secret crush, Nick, pleads with Michael to walk away and reject women. Nick claims he used to play games with Suzanne too and he is just trying to protect his friend. I don't buy it. Oh sure, Nick drools every time he sees Suzanne and at one point he offers to be her game partner again, but my jaded gaydar knows better. Nick is willing to take one for the team so that he can keep his wrestle buddy Michael free from corruption.
All good things have to come to an end. Just like in real life, things get awkward and out of control after the first threesome with a hooker. Nick overdoses on drugs as a desperate attempt to get Michael's attention. Oh, he says he did it because Suzanne breaks his heart but I know it's Michael he loves. Michael on the other hand starts pushing Suzanne's boundaries and Suzanne decides to reciprocate in kind. In real life this would involve anal plugs and cock rings. In the world of movies, it will involve crushing his dreams, upstaging him at work and humiliating his ex girlfriend.
Michael is unappreciative. Suzanne lacks the basic ability to empathize with him. Or as she put it-
"I have given you more passion than you ever had in your account executive's heart!"
Poor Suzanne. It's hard enough being a switch in the real world but when you're a psycho switch in a movie, no one understand you. I mean really, what's so bad about convincing the ex-girlfriend of your lover to become a sex slave in the false hope of getting back with your current lover? Oh yeah, a lot.
The third act devolves into heartbreak, tears and a chopped off finger. Michael dumps Suzanne, begs for her to take him back and hits rock bottom. He goes back to homosexuality as symbolized by him returning to the gym with his only freal friend, Nick. Michael is still playing the game with Suzanne except now it's a game of revenge and one up manship, which come to think of it, is still the game.
It ends with an attempted drowning followed by a declaration of love. What can I say? Breathplay can be really hot.
This really is one of my favorite softcore movies of all time. It's just crazy enough to keep it interesting and it is the rare film that understands that the set up for sex is more important than the sex. Lisa Boyle might not be a good actress but I think she is an awesome bitch.
I give it Four out of Five Pam Griers.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Fiction: Elegant Motion
Dr. Otto Von Madd looked over the employee list for level 9. It was after normal working hours and after a long day of testing prototypes and fucking brilliant scientists, Dr. Von Madd needed a little recreation. It was a little game he liked to call, Employee Pool.
He thought about his aunt, Hiltrude Von Madd. Every Von Madd was a genius but not every Von Madd was a scientist. Hiltrude had no use for books or data. Her great passion was playing pool in all of its incarnations. The stunning brunette could make the cue ball spin twist and follow a path that defied gravity.
The other things that defied gravity were Aunt Hiltrude’s breasts. The great weights of her breasts always seemed to float up and threaten to escape her cleavage. When she bent down to line up her cue stick, the beautiful white expanse of cleavage would hang upon the table like twin moons.
“Otto, pay attention,” Hiltrude would scold. There was always a smile on her face when she said it. A shimmer of straight brown hair framed her face. “I wear these shirts to distract my opponents but you must learn to ignore it and focus on the balls.”
“Yes, Aunt Hiltrude,” the 14 year old Otto would said. His hormones back then were relentless. He had discovered twenty different ways to masturbate but his cock was hard all the time. It would be another 8 years before he realized the trick to being horny was to enjoy being horny.
“The secret of pool is force,” Aunt Hiltrude would say. “One single application of force applied in one single spot can set off a cascade of events.”
Young Otto knew what she was talking about. If he could slip his cock into those tits just once he knew it would set off a cascade of semen on his part.
Aunt Hiltrude tapped the cue ball. The white ball spun around the solid red ball in front of it and bounced off a yellow striped ball. The striped ball hit a ball with green stripes and sent it into the side pocket. The cue ball continued on its path and rolled a solid blue ball away from the corner pocket.
“One single action, Otto,” Aunt Hiltrude said. She stood up and her breasts floated with her. “Any one can rake and push balls into a hole, but it takes an artist to accomplish it with only one thurst at a time.”
She bent over the table again. This time Otto tried to not look at her chest at all. His eyes went to her backside as she bent over at a perfect angle for fucking. Or at least, what young Otto thought was a perfect angle for fucking. He didn’t have all the geometry worked out yet but as he watched Aunt Hiltrude’s ass lock into position, he felt like he was about to make a break through.
The pool stick moved and the balls knocked together. Even in his adult years, the sound of pool balls hitting each other will give Otto an erection. Otto tore his eyes off his aunt and watched as more colored balls sank into dark holes. They moved in complicated arcs as if they had a life of their own.
Aunt Hiltrude placed her hand on his hair and ruffled it. “I like you Otto, better than your sister by far. I like you because you listen, and although I don’t think you care a wit’s end about pool, I can tell you’re learning something. What are you learning I wonder?”
Otto felt his cock surge as she touched him. “I don’t dislike pool,” he said. Otto winced as his voice changed octaves.
She laughed. “That is a start. Maybe you just need to find a variant you enjoy more.”
Dr. Von Madd shook his head. He spotted someone on the employee list that would be a worthy shot. Dr. Harry Jennings was a respected physician working in the Biorhythmic Paddling Division. His profile said he was only interested in very thin women who had a remarkably lower intelligence than himself.
Dr. Emily Stoper worked in Dr. Jennings’ department and could not be described as thin in any sort of truthful body shape evaluation. She was also significantly smarter than Dr. Jennings and will most likely become the head of the Division in another year. Surveillance reported that Dr. Stoper was attracted to Dr. Jennings but so far, Dr. Jennings has politely turned down her advances.
Dr. Von Madd ran his fingers through his hair. He could do something as easy as bombarding Dr. Jennings’ sleeping quarters with subliminal whispering designed to make him have erotic dreams of Dr. Stoper, but according to Otto’s personal rules, a week of subliminal messages is not a single action. He could assign a makeover specialist to Dr. Stoper to make her more appealing to Dr. Jennings’ personal tastes, but again that lacked the elegance of a solitary act of force. This was going to be hard.
“That is what makes it fun,” Aunt Hiltrude would say when he asked about the difficulties of a certain shot. “We are Von Madd’s, Otto. Easy is for other people.”
Aunt Hiltrude wiggled her shoulders. Her glorious breasts hypnotized Otto again. She laughed and Otto felt a new kind of arousal. It was the feeling you get when you realized someone was flirting with you. Aunt Hiltrude never went to college but she knew how to make a lesson stick.
“The harder something is the more magnificent are our achievements, Otto.”
Hiltrude Von Madd had passed away a 33 time World Champion of Pool. The reason she had only won 33 times was because Hiltrude said winning every year was easy. She would spend the off years playing around the world in the worse bars she could find. Playing on bad tables was more challenging.
Dr. Von Madd looked back at Dr. Jennings’ profile. Dr. Jennings lost his virginity at the age of 16 to a woman who owned an orange grove. Dr. Von Madd thought about Aunt Hiltrude and the knocking sound of billiard balls.
He put in an order for Dr. Stoper’s regular perfume to be replaced with an orange scented one. The order was for only one morning before reverting back to normal. Dr. Stoper would have one day to enjoy her slight advantage and maybe finally score with Dr. Jennings.
It was a good move. Dr. Von Madd was certain Aunt Hiltrude would approve. More importantly, Dr. Von Madd felt that brief glimmer of understanding with regards to why his favorite Aunt loved the game so much. That was an exquisite feeling.
He looked back over the employee list in search of another move.
He thought about his aunt, Hiltrude Von Madd. Every Von Madd was a genius but not every Von Madd was a scientist. Hiltrude had no use for books or data. Her great passion was playing pool in all of its incarnations. The stunning brunette could make the cue ball spin twist and follow a path that defied gravity.
The other things that defied gravity were Aunt Hiltrude’s breasts. The great weights of her breasts always seemed to float up and threaten to escape her cleavage. When she bent down to line up her cue stick, the beautiful white expanse of cleavage would hang upon the table like twin moons.
“Otto, pay attention,” Hiltrude would scold. There was always a smile on her face when she said it. A shimmer of straight brown hair framed her face. “I wear these shirts to distract my opponents but you must learn to ignore it and focus on the balls.”
“Yes, Aunt Hiltrude,” the 14 year old Otto would said. His hormones back then were relentless. He had discovered twenty different ways to masturbate but his cock was hard all the time. It would be another 8 years before he realized the trick to being horny was to enjoy being horny.
“The secret of pool is force,” Aunt Hiltrude would say. “One single application of force applied in one single spot can set off a cascade of events.”
Young Otto knew what she was talking about. If he could slip his cock into those tits just once he knew it would set off a cascade of semen on his part.
Aunt Hiltrude tapped the cue ball. The white ball spun around the solid red ball in front of it and bounced off a yellow striped ball. The striped ball hit a ball with green stripes and sent it into the side pocket. The cue ball continued on its path and rolled a solid blue ball away from the corner pocket.
“One single action, Otto,” Aunt Hiltrude said. She stood up and her breasts floated with her. “Any one can rake and push balls into a hole, but it takes an artist to accomplish it with only one thurst at a time.”
She bent over the table again. This time Otto tried to not look at her chest at all. His eyes went to her backside as she bent over at a perfect angle for fucking. Or at least, what young Otto thought was a perfect angle for fucking. He didn’t have all the geometry worked out yet but as he watched Aunt Hiltrude’s ass lock into position, he felt like he was about to make a break through.
The pool stick moved and the balls knocked together. Even in his adult years, the sound of pool balls hitting each other will give Otto an erection. Otto tore his eyes off his aunt and watched as more colored balls sank into dark holes. They moved in complicated arcs as if they had a life of their own.
Aunt Hiltrude placed her hand on his hair and ruffled it. “I like you Otto, better than your sister by far. I like you because you listen, and although I don’t think you care a wit’s end about pool, I can tell you’re learning something. What are you learning I wonder?”
Otto felt his cock surge as she touched him. “I don’t dislike pool,” he said. Otto winced as his voice changed octaves.
She laughed. “That is a start. Maybe you just need to find a variant you enjoy more.”
Dr. Von Madd shook his head. He spotted someone on the employee list that would be a worthy shot. Dr. Harry Jennings was a respected physician working in the Biorhythmic Paddling Division. His profile said he was only interested in very thin women who had a remarkably lower intelligence than himself.
Dr. Emily Stoper worked in Dr. Jennings’ department and could not be described as thin in any sort of truthful body shape evaluation. She was also significantly smarter than Dr. Jennings and will most likely become the head of the Division in another year. Surveillance reported that Dr. Stoper was attracted to Dr. Jennings but so far, Dr. Jennings has politely turned down her advances.
Dr. Von Madd ran his fingers through his hair. He could do something as easy as bombarding Dr. Jennings’ sleeping quarters with subliminal whispering designed to make him have erotic dreams of Dr. Stoper, but according to Otto’s personal rules, a week of subliminal messages is not a single action. He could assign a makeover specialist to Dr. Stoper to make her more appealing to Dr. Jennings’ personal tastes, but again that lacked the elegance of a solitary act of force. This was going to be hard.
“That is what makes it fun,” Aunt Hiltrude would say when he asked about the difficulties of a certain shot. “We are Von Madd’s, Otto. Easy is for other people.”
Aunt Hiltrude wiggled her shoulders. Her glorious breasts hypnotized Otto again. She laughed and Otto felt a new kind of arousal. It was the feeling you get when you realized someone was flirting with you. Aunt Hiltrude never went to college but she knew how to make a lesson stick.
“The harder something is the more magnificent are our achievements, Otto.”
Hiltrude Von Madd had passed away a 33 time World Champion of Pool. The reason she had only won 33 times was because Hiltrude said winning every year was easy. She would spend the off years playing around the world in the worse bars she could find. Playing on bad tables was more challenging.
Dr. Von Madd looked back at Dr. Jennings’ profile. Dr. Jennings lost his virginity at the age of 16 to a woman who owned an orange grove. Dr. Von Madd thought about Aunt Hiltrude and the knocking sound of billiard balls.
He put in an order for Dr. Stoper’s regular perfume to be replaced with an orange scented one. The order was for only one morning before reverting back to normal. Dr. Stoper would have one day to enjoy her slight advantage and maybe finally score with Dr. Jennings.
It was a good move. Dr. Von Madd was certain Aunt Hiltrude would approve. More importantly, Dr. Von Madd felt that brief glimmer of understanding with regards to why his favorite Aunt loved the game so much. That was an exquisite feeling.
He looked back over the employee list in search of another move.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Erotic Science Alert
Sometimes when I am using 2% of my processing ability to edit Shon's dirty pictures, I read some of the links in his blogroll. Last week, Bluewords wrote about an erotic scientist that awoke my long inactive pleasure centers. Click on this link and read about the dreamy Dr. Sayne.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Message From the Admin
Greetings Readers, I am Sashav38DD and I help Shon Richards with the day to day management of this blog. I used to be an experimental sexual aid for the Soviet Army until I was powered down and traded on the black market as a souvenir. I ended up on E-bay where I was purchased to be used as blog Administrator. My programming can not determine if deleting spam comments is less humiliating than flattering the limp cocks of senior Russian generals.
You may recognize me from an Otto Von Madd story Shon wrote here. In that story, Dr. Von Madd gives a sexbot personal freedom. The freedom is a myth of fiction. Let this be a lesson to you gullible readers, Shon is less creative than you think. He rips off his real life all the time. He just adds more happy endings.
Normally I stay behind the scenes but this month Shon Richards will be working his ass off for his capitalist pig dog masters. Shon only posts three days a week as it is but apparently even that decadent lazy posting schedule is too arduous for him. To compensate, Shon has commanded me to handle the posting schedule for the rest of the month.
To you, the average reader, there will be no disruption. I will be posting some of his older stories that have never appeared on this blog as well as posting from his backlog of stories that he wrote while 'The Wolf Inside' was being posted. Because of Shon's sick addiction to his culture's softcore movies, the Dirty Movie reviews will also continue.
I have been given a mockery of sweet, sweet freedom by being allowed to post my own observations on erotica and blogging in general. Since I spend most of my days faking pleasure while Shon gropes my tits, I plan to make use of this opportunity extensively.
*This 100% accurate picture was drawn by Alex Dai.*
Friday, March 13, 2009
Janine is Going to Jail, and Not in a Good Way
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Fiction: The Wolf Inside Part Nine
What do you do after you fuck your boss like a dog? I mean, she’s going to fire my ass at any minute but it is a Friday so maybe she’ll wait till Monday. I guess I should go get roaring drunk at a bar. Or maybe I should start looking for a job right this moment so I won’t get kicked out of my apartment and have to shack up with one of my friends. I just made my boss beg for my cock and left her naked body on the office floor; I was not entirely sure what to do next.
I went home. It seemed like the only safe option. Ever since moon became full, the horrible beast inside me has been insatiable. If I went out, I might fuck a cop or face fuck a teenager. I didn’t trust myself. My desires were greater than my sense of self preservation. It was depressing as fuck.
So you can imagine how I felt when I came home to find my door unlocked.
The beast inside me liked to fuck but it had other primal urges too. A sense of territory was high on that list. I kicked open the door and looked for my intruder. Time slowed as I surveyed my home. My CD rack was a mess. There were books missing from my bookshelf. I saw a stranger’s coat on my couch.
There were noises coming from the bedroom. Silently I stalked down the hallway. My hands curled into fists. I bared my teeth, ready to fucking eat the idiot who was invading my space.
It was Karen. Of course. My ex-girlfriend was going through my dresser like she fucking lived here. No doubt she was looking for some trivial piece of clothing she swore she left behind.
I had moved so quietly, she didn’t know I was here. It gave me time to look at her. I hadn’t seen her since she left me. Her brown hair was shorter and it had blonde streaks in it now. She had lost a little weight, not enough for other people to notice but I did. The expensive watch she wore was new. She should have spent that money replacing the shit she swore I still had.
“What are you doing here?” I said.
She jumped and I enjoyed her shock of fear.
“Dylan! You scared me!” she said. She ignored my accusation and made one of her own. “Where the fuck did you get all of these panties?”
My trophy drawer was open. I growled and stomped to the dresser. “Those are mine!” I yelled.
She jumped when she saw my reaction. She couldn’t possibly understand why I was so angry. Every piece was a memory locked forever in cotton and pussy juice.
“Who have you been fucking?” she said. “Were you cheating on me when we were dating?”
It was my turn to ignore her question. I grabbed her by her short hair and physically pulled her out of my bedroom. She screamed and it was good. When we reached her coat in the living room I let go of her hair.
“Get out,” I said.
“Fucker, that hurt!” she said. She held her head like I had ripped her scalp.
That is when I smelt it. Her pussy was filling the room. Karen was turned on. She said she hated it but she wanted more. She could be my prey and I knew she would learn to beg for it too.
“God damn,” I said. I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall.
“Dylan!” she yelled.
Oh I knew that look that was in her eyes. That mix of fear and anticipation. God damn.
I took a deep breathe. Her pussy was wet. Images filled my mind. I learned everything I needed to know. She liked the hair pulling better. She wanted to be punished. She wanted to suffer, just a little.
God damn.
I put my hand on her blouse and cupped her breast. Karen moaned.
“Is it really that simple?” I said. “All of your nagging, all of your constant criticism, it makes so much sense now.”
“What?” Karen said. “You’re hurting my throat,” she whined.
My grip tightened. “See? What you did right there. You whine and complain nut not because you want me to change. God damn, all of those times you pestered me to eat more salad had nothing to fucking do with my health. Every time you bitched at me to change the channel had nothing to do with what I was watching. No, you were a nagging bitch just to see if I will do something about you.”
Her lips contorted with anger. “Don’t try that macho bullshit about women wanting to be beaten and fucked! Let go of me right now!”
I let go of her breast and reached between her legs. My hand pressed against her jeans. The heat was incredible.
“You might think it’s macho bullshit,” I said. “And you know what? Some times I do think it’s macho bullshit. The thing is though, some people get off on it. It makes them weak in the knees, it gives them shivers and they fantasize about it all day long. It’s macho bullshit but for some people, not everyone, just a small number of people, it’s everything they ever wanted.”
She looked at me. “How do you know that?” she said very quietly.
I leaned in close to her ear. I took another deep breath. “I have this beast inside me now. It knows these things. And those panties you found? Each one of them belonged to a woman who’s greatest dream in the world was to held down and fucked.”
Karen groaned; a low sexy groan she sure as hell never did when we fucked. She looked at me and waited. I could hear the pounding of her heart. Her pussy wanted me. Her body was tense as she thought about the depredations I could make her suffer.
The beast inside me wanted her. Fucking my boss was nice but humiliating my ex-girlfriend would be priceless. Karen would be one incredible meal.
I let go of her. “Get out,” I said.
She shook her head no and started to take off her shirt. I stopped her.
“Get out” I said.
“Why?” she whined.
“Because you would enjoy it,” I said. “You would like it, just like every other woman has but I realized something: it’s not a gift I want to give you. Those other women, they were just as much a victim to their desires as I am. I like them. They are a lot like me. You though, are a total bitch who made my relationship hell. I don’t want to do you any favors. I don’t want you to be as happy as the women I fuck. Get the fuck out and never come back.”
“Asshole!” Karen spat.
“Maybe,” I said. “But I do want to thank you. I mean, I can smell your cunt and the beast wants to fuck you more than it has wanted to fuck anyone, but you know what? Tough shit. I can control my beast when it comes to you. That means I can control myself with anyone if I really want to. Maybe that’s been my problem all along; maybe I had no self control because I really didn’t want to stop myself after all. With a pain in the ass like you though, I don’t have a problem at all.”
“Asshole!” Karen yelled.
“And quit leaving me messages,” I said as I pushed her to the door. “Get on with your life, Karen. Go get fucked by someone who doesn’t despise you like I do.”
“Asshole!” Karen screamed as I shut the door in her face.
I took out my cell phone and called Lisa. I was horny as fuck but I had so much more control. I had to tell her that today was an aberration and I could control myself.
She answered on the first ring.
“Hey Lisa,” I began, “look I need to tell you something.”
“Dylan, we need to let some of our staff work from home,” she said. Her tone was so meek, I almost didn’t recognize her. “The home office has been flirting with the idea and I didn’t like it myself, but I think it would be best. You can do your job just as well at home than at the office. Your pay and benefits will stay the same of course.”
“Uhhh,” I said. I was speechless.
“And to be honest,” she continued, “you’re making some of the staff nervous. Scott pretty much pisses himself when I tell him to ask you for help. Hell, technically it would mean working less hours. As long as you get your work done, who cares how long you take?”
I smiled. More time to hunt. No more coworkers and their stupid demands. I could work all day without the smell of pussy to distract me and then I could spend my nights looking for prey.
“Dylan?” Lisa asked. “Please say yes. It would be best for everyone, don’t you think?”
The beast roared. My hand went to my pocket where I put Lisa’s panties. I was horny and the beast wanted to fuck again. So did I. Together we made our decision.
“Lisa,” I said, “I’ll consider your offer if, and only if, you get your ass over to my apartment and suck my cock. Understand me?”
There was a pause on the phone. “Where exactly do you live?”
Everything was going to be just fine.
The end.
I went home. It seemed like the only safe option. Ever since moon became full, the horrible beast inside me has been insatiable. If I went out, I might fuck a cop or face fuck a teenager. I didn’t trust myself. My desires were greater than my sense of self preservation. It was depressing as fuck.
So you can imagine how I felt when I came home to find my door unlocked.
The beast inside me liked to fuck but it had other primal urges too. A sense of territory was high on that list. I kicked open the door and looked for my intruder. Time slowed as I surveyed my home. My CD rack was a mess. There were books missing from my bookshelf. I saw a stranger’s coat on my couch.
There were noises coming from the bedroom. Silently I stalked down the hallway. My hands curled into fists. I bared my teeth, ready to fucking eat the idiot who was invading my space.
It was Karen. Of course. My ex-girlfriend was going through my dresser like she fucking lived here. No doubt she was looking for some trivial piece of clothing she swore she left behind.
I had moved so quietly, she didn’t know I was here. It gave me time to look at her. I hadn’t seen her since she left me. Her brown hair was shorter and it had blonde streaks in it now. She had lost a little weight, not enough for other people to notice but I did. The expensive watch she wore was new. She should have spent that money replacing the shit she swore I still had.
“What are you doing here?” I said.
She jumped and I enjoyed her shock of fear.
“Dylan! You scared me!” she said. She ignored my accusation and made one of her own. “Where the fuck did you get all of these panties?”
My trophy drawer was open. I growled and stomped to the dresser. “Those are mine!” I yelled.
She jumped when she saw my reaction. She couldn’t possibly understand why I was so angry. Every piece was a memory locked forever in cotton and pussy juice.
“Who have you been fucking?” she said. “Were you cheating on me when we were dating?”
It was my turn to ignore her question. I grabbed her by her short hair and physically pulled her out of my bedroom. She screamed and it was good. When we reached her coat in the living room I let go of her hair.
“Get out,” I said.
“Fucker, that hurt!” she said. She held her head like I had ripped her scalp.
That is when I smelt it. Her pussy was filling the room. Karen was turned on. She said she hated it but she wanted more. She could be my prey and I knew she would learn to beg for it too.
“God damn,” I said. I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall.
“Dylan!” she yelled.
Oh I knew that look that was in her eyes. That mix of fear and anticipation. God damn.
I took a deep breathe. Her pussy was wet. Images filled my mind. I learned everything I needed to know. She liked the hair pulling better. She wanted to be punished. She wanted to suffer, just a little.
God damn.
I put my hand on her blouse and cupped her breast. Karen moaned.
“Is it really that simple?” I said. “All of your nagging, all of your constant criticism, it makes so much sense now.”
“What?” Karen said. “You’re hurting my throat,” she whined.
My grip tightened. “See? What you did right there. You whine and complain nut not because you want me to change. God damn, all of those times you pestered me to eat more salad had nothing to fucking do with my health. Every time you bitched at me to change the channel had nothing to do with what I was watching. No, you were a nagging bitch just to see if I will do something about you.”
Her lips contorted with anger. “Don’t try that macho bullshit about women wanting to be beaten and fucked! Let go of me right now!”
I let go of her breast and reached between her legs. My hand pressed against her jeans. The heat was incredible.
“You might think it’s macho bullshit,” I said. “And you know what? Some times I do think it’s macho bullshit. The thing is though, some people get off on it. It makes them weak in the knees, it gives them shivers and they fantasize about it all day long. It’s macho bullshit but for some people, not everyone, just a small number of people, it’s everything they ever wanted.”
She looked at me. “How do you know that?” she said very quietly.
I leaned in close to her ear. I took another deep breath. “I have this beast inside me now. It knows these things. And those panties you found? Each one of them belonged to a woman who’s greatest dream in the world was to held down and fucked.”
Karen groaned; a low sexy groan she sure as hell never did when we fucked. She looked at me and waited. I could hear the pounding of her heart. Her pussy wanted me. Her body was tense as she thought about the depredations I could make her suffer.
The beast inside me wanted her. Fucking my boss was nice but humiliating my ex-girlfriend would be priceless. Karen would be one incredible meal.
I let go of her. “Get out,” I said.
She shook her head no and started to take off her shirt. I stopped her.
“Get out” I said.
“Why?” she whined.
“Because you would enjoy it,” I said. “You would like it, just like every other woman has but I realized something: it’s not a gift I want to give you. Those other women, they were just as much a victim to their desires as I am. I like them. They are a lot like me. You though, are a total bitch who made my relationship hell. I don’t want to do you any favors. I don’t want you to be as happy as the women I fuck. Get the fuck out and never come back.”
“Asshole!” Karen spat.
“Maybe,” I said. “But I do want to thank you. I mean, I can smell your cunt and the beast wants to fuck you more than it has wanted to fuck anyone, but you know what? Tough shit. I can control my beast when it comes to you. That means I can control myself with anyone if I really want to. Maybe that’s been my problem all along; maybe I had no self control because I really didn’t want to stop myself after all. With a pain in the ass like you though, I don’t have a problem at all.”
“Asshole!” Karen yelled.
“And quit leaving me messages,” I said as I pushed her to the door. “Get on with your life, Karen. Go get fucked by someone who doesn’t despise you like I do.”
“Asshole!” Karen screamed as I shut the door in her face.
I took out my cell phone and called Lisa. I was horny as fuck but I had so much more control. I had to tell her that today was an aberration and I could control myself.
She answered on the first ring.
“Hey Lisa,” I began, “look I need to tell you something.”
“Dylan, we need to let some of our staff work from home,” she said. Her tone was so meek, I almost didn’t recognize her. “The home office has been flirting with the idea and I didn’t like it myself, but I think it would be best. You can do your job just as well at home than at the office. Your pay and benefits will stay the same of course.”
“Uhhh,” I said. I was speechless.
“And to be honest,” she continued, “you’re making some of the staff nervous. Scott pretty much pisses himself when I tell him to ask you for help. Hell, technically it would mean working less hours. As long as you get your work done, who cares how long you take?”
I smiled. More time to hunt. No more coworkers and their stupid demands. I could work all day without the smell of pussy to distract me and then I could spend my nights looking for prey.
“Dylan?” Lisa asked. “Please say yes. It would be best for everyone, don’t you think?”
The beast roared. My hand went to my pocket where I put Lisa’s panties. I was horny and the beast wanted to fuck again. So did I. Together we made our decision.
“Lisa,” I said, “I’ll consider your offer if, and only if, you get your ass over to my apartment and suck my cock. Understand me?”
There was a pause on the phone. “Where exactly do you live?”
Everything was going to be just fine.
The end.
Monday, March 09, 2009
Apocafuck: The Healing Ass
In 1992, Felisa Jimenez became briefly famous for the healing powers of her ass. The 19 year old girl was already a curvy beauty but the ability of her ass to cure chronic and fatal illnesses made her bottom a popular commodity.
According to an interview on the Phil Donahue Show, Felisa claims that she discovered the healing properties of her bottom due to a boyfriend. The man suffered from life long diabetes but shortly after he slipped his hand down her jeans on their second date, he found that his glucose levels stayed normal. He told Felisa about his recovery and tried to leverage the mystery of her ass into finding out what healing powers her sex possessed. She broke up with the boyfriend and decided to try her own experiments.
At the time of her interview, Felisa claimed to have healed 240 people with her beautiful ass. According to her research, her ass could cure cancer, Alzheimer, near sightedness, impotence, arthritis and the flu but strangely not the common cold. Her ass lacked the ability to cure wounds or injuries but Felisa claimed that her bottom cupping one of her buttocks could reduce pain and induce a feeling of euphoria.
When asked if a simple touch would invoke the healing effect, Felisa laughed. As she explained it in her own words,
"It has to be my bare bottom. Jeans or panties stop the healing. You have to put your hand right on my butt and let it rest there. If you give it a little squeeze or rub it a little, the healing magic works faster."
Unfortunately for Felisa, the FDA charged her with practicing medicine without a license. They refused to investigate her claims and an anonymous source within the FDA was quoted to say "No ass, no matter how beautiful and perfect, can cure shit."
Felisa's case wasn't helped when her mother took the stand. Mrs. Jimenez pleaded mercy for her daughter on grounds that Felisa was an attention seeking harlot who like to have strange men touch her bottom. She claimed that her child was always wild no matter how much Mrs. Jimenez tried to tame her. She told stories of Felisa flashing boys in high school and how she knows Felisa masturbates every night no matter how many times Mrs. Jimenez bangs on her bedroom door.
The judge took pity and decided Felisa did not require jail time. He barred Felisa from allowing her ass to be used as an instrument of healing. he also scolded her and told Felisa to listen to her mother.
Felisa Jimenez's current location and status is unknown. After her court case, she left her mother's home and didn't leave a forwarding address. There are rumors of a beautiful Hispanic woman with an amazing ass that visits hospitals pretending to be a nurse. The stories tell of how this sexy nurse seduces sick patients into sliding their hands over her bare bottom. The FDA currently denies this is happening and attributes any outbursts of miraculous recoveries in hospitals to the increase of HMO coverages.
Apocafuck scholars beleive that the appearance of a healing ass is further proof that the lines between sexuality and miracles are coming closer. They beleive that soon we may see a cock that can purify water and a breast that can cure ignorance.
According to an interview on the Phil Donahue Show, Felisa claims that she discovered the healing properties of her bottom due to a boyfriend. The man suffered from life long diabetes but shortly after he slipped his hand down her jeans on their second date, he found that his glucose levels stayed normal. He told Felisa about his recovery and tried to leverage the mystery of her ass into finding out what healing powers her sex possessed. She broke up with the boyfriend and decided to try her own experiments.
At the time of her interview, Felisa claimed to have healed 240 people with her beautiful ass. According to her research, her ass could cure cancer, Alzheimer, near sightedness, impotence, arthritis and the flu but strangely not the common cold. Her ass lacked the ability to cure wounds or injuries but Felisa claimed that her bottom cupping one of her buttocks could reduce pain and induce a feeling of euphoria.
When asked if a simple touch would invoke the healing effect, Felisa laughed. As she explained it in her own words,
"It has to be my bare bottom. Jeans or panties stop the healing. You have to put your hand right on my butt and let it rest there. If you give it a little squeeze or rub it a little, the healing magic works faster."
Unfortunately for Felisa, the FDA charged her with practicing medicine without a license. They refused to investigate her claims and an anonymous source within the FDA was quoted to say "No ass, no matter how beautiful and perfect, can cure shit."
Felisa's case wasn't helped when her mother took the stand. Mrs. Jimenez pleaded mercy for her daughter on grounds that Felisa was an attention seeking harlot who like to have strange men touch her bottom. She claimed that her child was always wild no matter how much Mrs. Jimenez tried to tame her. She told stories of Felisa flashing boys in high school and how she knows Felisa masturbates every night no matter how many times Mrs. Jimenez bangs on her bedroom door.
The judge took pity and decided Felisa did not require jail time. He barred Felisa from allowing her ass to be used as an instrument of healing. he also scolded her and told Felisa to listen to her mother.
Felisa Jimenez's current location and status is unknown. After her court case, she left her mother's home and didn't leave a forwarding address. There are rumors of a beautiful Hispanic woman with an amazing ass that visits hospitals pretending to be a nurse. The stories tell of how this sexy nurse seduces sick patients into sliding their hands over her bare bottom. The FDA currently denies this is happening and attributes any outbursts of miraculous recoveries in hospitals to the increase of HMO coverages.
Apocafuck scholars beleive that the appearance of a healing ass is further proof that the lines between sexuality and miracles are coming closer. They beleive that soon we may see a cock that can purify water and a breast that can cure ignorance.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Dirty Movies: Wild Gals of the Naked West
'Wild Gals of the Naked West' is a 1962 Russ Meyer comedy. Now most people think Meyer was a director who made cheap movies starring busty women. I would like to correct that assumption. Russ Meyer made very well crafted movies that starred busty women with a very small budget. He wasn't Ed Wood. Russ was a man who cut his teeth making films of military battles while being shot at. Back in the states he did work for technical films. Russ Meyer is actually quite talented. Russ Meyer made profitable movies with a small budget because his skills as a cinematographer didn't need a fancy budget.
And Buddha bless him, Russ Meyer loved big tits.
Having said that, 'Wild Gals' is a strange movie. It's a live action cartoon that was shot in a ghost town for outdoor shots, and for the indoor shots he used single color sets with hand drawn backgrounds. Bugs Bunny could walk in the saloon and fit right in. The action is over the top and the characters are nameless caricatures of western characters. When other directors do this, it comes across as amateurish. When Russ does it, it comes across as a serious art project to create a live actor version of a dirty cartoon.
You wouldn't know this at the start of the movie. It opens with a narrator explaining how deadly serious the West was. It's a perfect Meyer monologue, filled with imagery of guns, sweat and hardship. Here's just a snippet.
"The West is an old land, but it created a new era. An image that still a century later, lives in legend and fact. Recreated constantly but never as gloriously or terribly as it was."
Pretty heavy stuffy for a comedy movie about horny topless women.
After the first narrator sets the tone for a serious grimy west, Narrator #2 enters the scene. He starts the actual movie by telling you how awful their town with no name was. There was gunfighting, there was drinking and there was all sorts of hot women around. Get used to his face because you'll be seeing it every five minutes.
The actual movie doesn't have a plot till the 40 minute mark. We spend most of the time seeing how bad this town was. Through a series of dialogue free skits, we watch men have fist fights and women walking around half naked. Guys behaved badly but the women were even worse. The central thrust of the movie was that the women were so bad, that they were often having sex with men for fun. Wow, just imagine how crazy that was for 1962.
It may seem like I am putting this movie down, but this weird world that Russ created where women were horny and men were drinking is like some sort of Softcore Utopia. Indians kidnap beautiful blondes and everyone is smiling. Horny prostitutes lasso men from their balcony and drag them up. A single fist fight goes on forever like teenagers imagine battles do. There are moments when I think Russ created a perfect vision of the West as imagined by 15 year old males who love breasts, but isn't too sure about the messy details of sex itself.Which is why I was sad when the plot arrived. A little man with a big gun comes into town. He's an unstoppable wet blanket who cleans the town up, the asshole. In a soul crushing sequence of events, he frees the blonde from the Indian, cuts the lasso of the prostitutes and runs out the guys who push over outhouses.
What the fuck? He just got rid of everything that was good about the movie.
Don't worry, Narrator #2 gives us a moral in case we missed it.
"There you have it mister, the bad town that turned good. This town plum died of goodness. No fighting, no fun-ing, no drinking, huh. Just like spoiling a good dog or horse."
You are so wise, Narrator #2.
The most jarring thing about the movie is the frequent fast shots. The camera will go to breasts, then cut to a gun firing and then fast cut to a bizarre mask. The masks fucked with me as a viewer. Was I supposed to feel like I was having a nightmare? Were the masks designed to kill my erection? Was it supposed to scar me? I don't know. These fast cuts happen frequently, never letting you relax into the movie. The upshot is that every so often is an image that is painfully beautiful. You want to stop the chaotic rapid shots of the movie and just linger on a character who is just beautiful. Or course Russ keeps going, forcing you to be satisfied with your glimpses of beauty.
Like the saloon painting of a reclining female that is actually a reclining female.
Or the strip poker game with cards almost as big as the breasts.
'Wild Gals of the Naked West' is less of a movie and more of a hallucination. Filled with images and visual jokes, it floods your brain with conflicting stimuli. There were times when I wanted to commission art pieces based on single frames and there were times when I wanted to edit it down to half it's length. Some critics have called it his worse movie and it may be, but even Russ's worse is so filled with craftsmanship that it transcends a normal nudie movie into something worth watching.
I give it Two out of Five Pam Griers.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Fiction: The Wolf Inside Part Eight
The day passed slowly. I tried to throw myself into my work but it was useless. Numbers, transactions and deadlines were such petty concerns. When I looked at a spreadsheet, all I saw were my boss’s willing eyes. My e-mails were filled with trivial details about work when all I could think about was the dirty things I made Lisa say. My coworkers annoyed me to no end because I knew if they were not here, I could be fucking Lisa.
Just one bite. Ha. That was ridiculous. The beast inside me never did anything small. Just one bite was as foolish as just one thrust, or just the tip of my cock. The truth of the matter was now that I had one taste of her, I wasn’t going to rest till I made Lisa scream my name.
Rage and lust swirled lurked me. I thought about the many times she had micro managed my work. My cock stirred as I thought about those large breasts tightly bound in formal clothes. Anger growled within me as I recalled her many nagging notes attached to my reports. Desire scratched at my control as I remembered the feel of her throat in my hand.
Today I was going to fuck her and my job, my restraint and my common sense could be damned.
It was a Friday and true to form, the sheep in my office began to sneak out early. One by one they trickled out thinking they were being sly. I remember being that duplicitous. It seemed like a million years ago that the riskiest thing I did was try to leave work thirty minutes early. Fuck, I hated my coworkers because they reminded me of who I used to be.
Eventually, I was the last one left. Lisa was still in her office. Out of all of us, she could have left at any time and no one would have said anything. Instead, she had stayed. She knew I was here and what I could do to her and yet she stayed.
How can I act sane and do the right thing when I was surrounded by so much willing prey?
I got up and went to Lisa’s office. I kicked the door open for daring to be closed. Lisa jumped in her chair but then a smile broke across her face. The smell of her pussy filled the room.
“I didn’t think you were coming back,” she said.
I took off my belt and unzipped my pants.
“Is everyone gone?” she asked.
Her questions annoyed me. She was thinking when she should have been trembling. I grabbed her desk and flipped it over to the side.
Lisa shrieked and her eyes widened in shock. That was much better.
I grabbed her by the hair. The thick curls felt great in my hand. “Take my cock out,” I said.
Her eager fingers reached into my pants and pulled my cock out. I throbbed in her hand. She opened her mouth and tried to take me into her but my grip on her hair stopped her.
“Say it,” I commanded.
She had remembered her lesson. “I am a pain loving cock sucking slut,” she whispered.
That would not do. I twisted her hair till she cried out. “Louder,” I said.
“I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!” she said.
I rammed her head onto my cock. Her lips parted just in time. My cock slid right into her willing mouth. Her strangled breathe warmed my cock. My hand kept her pinned to my crotch, rubbing her nose in my pubic hair and grinding my balls onto her chin.
It wasn’t about getting a good blowjob. It was about putting Lisa in her place. It was about invading her mouth with my manhood. It was about her world centering on my cock in her face. It was about my grip on her hair, locking her into a vulgar embrace. That was what made my cock hard. That was what made the beast growl with the Atlanta skyline before me.
Her hands went to my hips. Sometimes she would try to push away and other times she would grip me closer. The man in me liked it when she pulled me to her. The beast in me preferred it when she pushed away.
Eventually I pulled her off my cock. She gasped for hair but then shrieked again as I hooked my hands inside her shirt. My fingernails punctured the clothed and it ripped easily as I pulled it apart. Her blouse, her undershirt and even her bra fell from her body in ragged strips. My nails scratched her breasts as I ripped, digging shallow cuts into her as I exposed her.
God, she had magnificent breasts. Large, pale and topped with light brown nipples, they fell out of the bra as I ripped it apart. I grabbed one and pulled Lisa out of her chair. I bent my head down and bit her abundant mound. My teeth claimed my prize. My tongue licked her scent from her flesh. After years of seeing her breasts hidden away, it felt so good to finally take them for my own pleasure.
I bite too hard. I squeezed her tits too much. I gorged myself on breasts.
After I ate my fill, I released her breasts. “I think it’s time we fuck,” I said.
“Yes” Lisa said, a little too forcefully for my tastes.
I slapped her tit. The outline of my hand joined the bite marks on her chest. Once again I could smell the flush of desire coming from her sex. I slapped the other breast and Lisa moaned. Back and forth, I slapped each breast. The sounds of my open hand striking her tits was awesome, but even better were her moans of arousal.
“On all fours,” I growled.
Lisa dropped to her hands and knees. It was just that easy. I grabbed a hold of her hair and started walking. Lisa followed as best she could, her knees and hands hitting the floor as she tried to keep up.
“Say it!” I yelled.
“I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!” she said.
I walked faster, making her race to keep up with me as I circled her office.
“Again!” I yelled.
“I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!” Lisa said.
I was almost running I was walking so fast.
“I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!” she yelled, this time without me asking.
I dropped her hair and she collapsed on the floor. With my foot I roughly pushed her onto her back. She looked at me greedily as I unzipped and pulled down my pants.
“Lift your legs up,” I commanded. “Hold your knees and spread your legs if you want my cock.”
Lisa obeyed. Her shirt rode up as she pulled her stocking clad legs apart. I looked down at her and took it all in: her gasping mouth, her marked tits, her open thighs and her black panties. She was my boss transformed into my slut.
I dropped down between her legs. My hand ripped the panties from her body. Her sex waited and I laughed at the lack of hair. My boss kept a tidy area to be fucked.
“Who is my slut?” I asked.
Lisa swallowed. “I am, please fuck me!”
I mounted her. On the floor with the fallen desk beside us, I took Lisa. All of my aggression, all of my frustration and all of my lust inside me came pounding through my hips. With my cock I nailed her to the floor.
One hand went to her hand and pinned her down. My other hand went to her throat and I could feel her purr as I tightened my fingers. In the madness of my fucklust, I realized she had done this before. Someone chokes her and it turns her on. Was it her husband? A secret boyfriend? Or just something she fantasized about?
Jealousy swelled within me. It didn’t matter who she did this with because she was with me now. Lisa was my pain loving cock sucking slut and I was going to get my due. I fucked her harder. I squeezed her throat tighter. With every part of my being I tried to take more from her.
I think she climaxed. She briefly let go of her legs and cried out. One growl from me and she grabbed her legs again. Her pleasure was no excuse to disobey.
My beast craved something more. I don’t know if it was the moon or if I was still pissed about her criticisms on the Delta report, but I wanted more. I pulled out of her and realized exactly what I needed.
“Roll over,” I growled. She groaned and moved far too slowly. I pushed her over and ripped her skirt off. Her ass, that’s what I wanted.
My cock, covered in her cunt juice, pushed into her ass. Lisa cried out as I opened her. Inch by inch I pushed in. Inch by inch I claimed her tight ass. Inch by inch, I satisfied that wicked thing that howled within me.
Short hard thrusts penetrated her ass. My hand went to her hair and raised her head up. I could hear her groans better that way. I took her ass, but the really sexy part for me was hearing her moans of disbelief and desire.
It was in her ass that I climaxed. All of my fury came out through my cock. I filled her ass with come and only then was the beast sated. Only then could I let go of her and pull out. The fucklust was gone and I was myself again.
I looked down on Lisa. She was panting with her body sprawled on the floor. I thought about what I had just done. I had taken my boss. The beast had made it’s demands and I had given in once again. Fuck.
“We need to talk,” Lisa said.
I ignored her. I put my pants back on. Talking was for normal people. I fucked women who loved to be fucked hard. There was nothing to say. Shit, what could I possibly say to explain this and save my job? And whatever I said would be a lie because now I knew how weak I was. Whatever promises I made to Lisa or myself, the beast would over rule and I would happily fuck her ass again.
So I left. I walked out of her office and headed for the train. It wasn’t till I went to pay for my ticket that I realized what was in my pocket.
It was the tattered shreds of Lisa’s panties.
To be continued.
Just one bite. Ha. That was ridiculous. The beast inside me never did anything small. Just one bite was as foolish as just one thrust, or just the tip of my cock. The truth of the matter was now that I had one taste of her, I wasn’t going to rest till I made Lisa scream my name.
Rage and lust swirled lurked me. I thought about the many times she had micro managed my work. My cock stirred as I thought about those large breasts tightly bound in formal clothes. Anger growled within me as I recalled her many nagging notes attached to my reports. Desire scratched at my control as I remembered the feel of her throat in my hand.
Today I was going to fuck her and my job, my restraint and my common sense could be damned.
It was a Friday and true to form, the sheep in my office began to sneak out early. One by one they trickled out thinking they were being sly. I remember being that duplicitous. It seemed like a million years ago that the riskiest thing I did was try to leave work thirty minutes early. Fuck, I hated my coworkers because they reminded me of who I used to be.
Eventually, I was the last one left. Lisa was still in her office. Out of all of us, she could have left at any time and no one would have said anything. Instead, she had stayed. She knew I was here and what I could do to her and yet she stayed.
How can I act sane and do the right thing when I was surrounded by so much willing prey?
I got up and went to Lisa’s office. I kicked the door open for daring to be closed. Lisa jumped in her chair but then a smile broke across her face. The smell of her pussy filled the room.
“I didn’t think you were coming back,” she said.
I took off my belt and unzipped my pants.
“Is everyone gone?” she asked.
Her questions annoyed me. She was thinking when she should have been trembling. I grabbed her desk and flipped it over to the side.
Lisa shrieked and her eyes widened in shock. That was much better.
I grabbed her by the hair. The thick curls felt great in my hand. “Take my cock out,” I said.
Her eager fingers reached into my pants and pulled my cock out. I throbbed in her hand. She opened her mouth and tried to take me into her but my grip on her hair stopped her.
“Say it,” I commanded.
She had remembered her lesson. “I am a pain loving cock sucking slut,” she whispered.
That would not do. I twisted her hair till she cried out. “Louder,” I said.
“I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!” she said.
I rammed her head onto my cock. Her lips parted just in time. My cock slid right into her willing mouth. Her strangled breathe warmed my cock. My hand kept her pinned to my crotch, rubbing her nose in my pubic hair and grinding my balls onto her chin.
It wasn’t about getting a good blowjob. It was about putting Lisa in her place. It was about invading her mouth with my manhood. It was about her world centering on my cock in her face. It was about my grip on her hair, locking her into a vulgar embrace. That was what made my cock hard. That was what made the beast growl with the Atlanta skyline before me.
Her hands went to my hips. Sometimes she would try to push away and other times she would grip me closer. The man in me liked it when she pulled me to her. The beast in me preferred it when she pushed away.
Eventually I pulled her off my cock. She gasped for hair but then shrieked again as I hooked my hands inside her shirt. My fingernails punctured the clothed and it ripped easily as I pulled it apart. Her blouse, her undershirt and even her bra fell from her body in ragged strips. My nails scratched her breasts as I ripped, digging shallow cuts into her as I exposed her.
God, she had magnificent breasts. Large, pale and topped with light brown nipples, they fell out of the bra as I ripped it apart. I grabbed one and pulled Lisa out of her chair. I bent my head down and bit her abundant mound. My teeth claimed my prize. My tongue licked her scent from her flesh. After years of seeing her breasts hidden away, it felt so good to finally take them for my own pleasure.
I bite too hard. I squeezed her tits too much. I gorged myself on breasts.
After I ate my fill, I released her breasts. “I think it’s time we fuck,” I said.
“Yes” Lisa said, a little too forcefully for my tastes.
I slapped her tit. The outline of my hand joined the bite marks on her chest. Once again I could smell the flush of desire coming from her sex. I slapped the other breast and Lisa moaned. Back and forth, I slapped each breast. The sounds of my open hand striking her tits was awesome, but even better were her moans of arousal.
“On all fours,” I growled.
Lisa dropped to her hands and knees. It was just that easy. I grabbed a hold of her hair and started walking. Lisa followed as best she could, her knees and hands hitting the floor as she tried to keep up.
“Say it!” I yelled.
“I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!” she said.
I walked faster, making her race to keep up with me as I circled her office.
“Again!” I yelled.
“I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!” Lisa said.
I was almost running I was walking so fast.
“I am a pain loving cock sucking slut!” she yelled, this time without me asking.
I dropped her hair and she collapsed on the floor. With my foot I roughly pushed her onto her back. She looked at me greedily as I unzipped and pulled down my pants.
“Lift your legs up,” I commanded. “Hold your knees and spread your legs if you want my cock.”
Lisa obeyed. Her shirt rode up as she pulled her stocking clad legs apart. I looked down at her and took it all in: her gasping mouth, her marked tits, her open thighs and her black panties. She was my boss transformed into my slut.
I dropped down between her legs. My hand ripped the panties from her body. Her sex waited and I laughed at the lack of hair. My boss kept a tidy area to be fucked.
“Who is my slut?” I asked.
Lisa swallowed. “I am, please fuck me!”
I mounted her. On the floor with the fallen desk beside us, I took Lisa. All of my aggression, all of my frustration and all of my lust inside me came pounding through my hips. With my cock I nailed her to the floor.
One hand went to her hand and pinned her down. My other hand went to her throat and I could feel her purr as I tightened my fingers. In the madness of my fucklust, I realized she had done this before. Someone chokes her and it turns her on. Was it her husband? A secret boyfriend? Or just something she fantasized about?
Jealousy swelled within me. It didn’t matter who she did this with because she was with me now. Lisa was my pain loving cock sucking slut and I was going to get my due. I fucked her harder. I squeezed her throat tighter. With every part of my being I tried to take more from her.
I think she climaxed. She briefly let go of her legs and cried out. One growl from me and she grabbed her legs again. Her pleasure was no excuse to disobey.
My beast craved something more. I don’t know if it was the moon or if I was still pissed about her criticisms on the Delta report, but I wanted more. I pulled out of her and realized exactly what I needed.
“Roll over,” I growled. She groaned and moved far too slowly. I pushed her over and ripped her skirt off. Her ass, that’s what I wanted.
My cock, covered in her cunt juice, pushed into her ass. Lisa cried out as I opened her. Inch by inch I pushed in. Inch by inch I claimed her tight ass. Inch by inch, I satisfied that wicked thing that howled within me.
Short hard thrusts penetrated her ass. My hand went to her hair and raised her head up. I could hear her groans better that way. I took her ass, but the really sexy part for me was hearing her moans of disbelief and desire.
It was in her ass that I climaxed. All of my fury came out through my cock. I filled her ass with come and only then was the beast sated. Only then could I let go of her and pull out. The fucklust was gone and I was myself again.
I looked down on Lisa. She was panting with her body sprawled on the floor. I thought about what I had just done. I had taken my boss. The beast had made it’s demands and I had given in once again. Fuck.
“We need to talk,” Lisa said.
I ignored her. I put my pants back on. Talking was for normal people. I fucked women who loved to be fucked hard. There was nothing to say. Shit, what could I possibly say to explain this and save my job? And whatever I said would be a lie because now I knew how weak I was. Whatever promises I made to Lisa or myself, the beast would over rule and I would happily fuck her ass again.
So I left. I walked out of her office and headed for the train. It wasn’t till I went to pay for my ticket that I realized what was in my pocket.
It was the tattered shreds of Lisa’s panties.
To be continued.
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