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Dawn Defiled Ch. 01

By: soflabbwlvr



I want to give special thanks to my editor, Alabasterthighs. Her assistance is greatly appreciated.

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I rolled into the office later than usual for a Wednesday morning. Fighting an uncharacteristic midweek hangover, I sat at my desk, booted up the computer, and played back the messages from the night before. Nothing urgent; at least, nothing that rated a higher priority than my first cup of coffee. I opened the calendar and scrolled through the appointments. Again, nothing that would require delaying my morning recovery ritual. I glanced at the deadlines and, seeing nothing due today, went to the kitchen to get that longed for cup of coffee. Ten years ago I could have drank all night and been relatively unaffected the next day. Now, at age forty-five, a late night drinking binge has left me huddled in the office with the shades drawn, the door closed, the ringer on my cell phone turned to the lowest setting, and the DO NOT DISTURB light flashing on my office phone. If I could have turned the volume of the light down any lower, I would have.

As I returned to my desk I heard the last few bars of the cell phone ring tone assigned to my wife's sister, Bibiana. Bibiana is a gorgeous creature, in many ways a younger, smaller, and -- I hate to admit -- prettier version of my wife. Bibiana also has the good fortune of not being burdened with a conscience. This allows her the luxury of doing whatever she wants, whenever she wants, with whomever she wants to do it. Her lack of intelligence, however, has allowed her to make some very bad choices, and as a result, I have had to bail her out of some ridiculous situations, sometimes at considerable personal cost to myself. She is always quick to repay me for my troubles with her preferred currency: mind blowing sex. This arrangement has worked to our mutual advantage for most of my fifteen year marriage to her sister, Ileana.

By the time I reached my cell phone, it had already stopped ringing. I closed the office door and looked for a message. The inbox showed no new messages, so I called her.

"Ah, my hero," Bibiana cooed into the phone. "Coming to rescue me again?"

"That depends," I answered. "What's the problem this time?"

"No problem, actually. I was just calling to give you a heads up. Someone is going to be calling you today."

"I would say that someone has already called me today."

"Silly man, I am not talking about me."

"Then, who?"

"I ran into a friend of mine at the gym last night. We started talking, and she has a situation that requires some assistance. She asked me if I knew anyone who could help, and I suggested you."

"So I have to rescue your friends now, also?"

"It's not like that. I'll let her explain. I gave her your name and number, but I did not promise that you would help her. Whatever you decide to do, that's your decision. It makes no difference to me, one way or the other."

"That's a pretty vague explanation."

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know if you will be interested in her proposition, but I believe it would be better if you heard it from her. I might not explain it properly, and that could influence your decision."

"You can't give me a hint?"

"Sorry. I'm not getting involved in this. You do whatever you like, and don't worry about me. I won't hold it against you if you say 'no'."

"Alright, I'll wait for her call. What is her name?"

"Dawn. Dawn Kennedy. She should be calling you sometime this afternoon. She leaves work at five, so my best guess is between five and five thirty. Good luck, and have fun."

"OK, thanks, I guess. Talk to you later."

"Bye."

* * *

I survived the rest of the morning, and after eating a bowl of soup at lunch, I started to feel better. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. I was grateful for that, although time seemed to slow to an imperceptible crawl after three o'clock. At precisely five o'clock my secretary left for the day, and that was pretty much the end of my productivity, as well. I would have left by five fifteen if I were not waiting for Ms. Dawn Kennedy to call.

Finally -- at five thirty-one -- the generic ring tone sounded, and an unfamiliar number flashed on the cell phone display.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, my name is Dawn Kennedy, I am calling for Mr. Santos," a soft feminine voice responded.

"This is Victor Santos. How can I help you?"

"I have a situation. Bibiana recommended you as someone who might be able to help me. Can we meet tonight to discuss what I have in mind?"

"Umm, sure," I answered, with some hesitation in my voice. "Do you know where my office is located?"

"I know where you are, but I don't want to meet you at your office. There is a supermarket located one-half mile south of your office. Can you meet me there in fifteen minutes?"

"Ah, sure, I guess. Is this urgent."

"It's not urgent, but I would like to get moving tonight, while I have time to meet with you."

"Will this take long?

"Not more than fifteen or twenty minutes, I would estimate."

"Alright, I'll be there."

"Perfect. I will be standing in the wine section at exactly five fifty. Please don't be late."

"How will I know you?"

"It won't matter. I will know you."

The call ended. I shut off my computer, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the parking garage.

* * *

I entered the store and headed toward the wine section on the far side of the building. At exactly five fifty I turned the corner. The left side of the aisle was stocked with bottles of wine; the right with loaves of bread. I saw three women and one man occupying various places in the aisle. Not knowing which woman was Dawn, I decided to make one pass through the aisle; if no one stopped me, I would continue to the end of the aisle and head for the exit.

The first person I encountered was a young woman who appeared to be in her early twenties, talking on her cell phone. She did not even glance at me as I walked past her. The next person was a slim woman in workout clothes, whose age could have been anywhere from thirty-five to fifty-five; it was hard to judge her age due to the number of cosmetic procedures she had already underwent. That woman gave me a suspicious glance as I approached, then resumed her study of various whole wheat bread labels when I walked past. The lone male in the aisle was filling his cart with jugs of cheap wine and barely moved so I could proceed around him. That left two women, an older woman in a postal carrier uniform, and a plump woman in a business suit, who appeared to be around forty years of age. I had a good idea which woman was my target.

I ignored the postal carrier and walked toward the chubby redhead. Her green eyes met mine, and I knew she was the one. Bibiana is a gorgeous little size three, but she knows my personal taste runs toward plus sized women such as her sister and this well-dressed redhead holding a bottle of Argentinian wine in each hand.

"You're right on time. Walk with me."

I followed her to the frozen foods section, which was vacant. Walking behind her allowed me to investigate her figure. Dawn stood about five feet, four inches tall. She had a big ass that stretched her navy blue pantsuit to the limit. She had thick thighs, and wore black pumps with a conservative three-inch heel. Her shoulder length hair was red, and judging from her pale skin tone, the color was natural. Her face was lightly freckled. Her hair was cut in a long bob, parted on the side, and curled inward as it reached her shoulders. She was a very pretty woman.

As she turned around, I saw for the first time that her breasts were full, and her cream-colored open collar shirt revealed a generous amount of cleavage.

"I'm sorry for the cloak and dagger meeting. I imagine this is not what you are used to. I just wanted to meet you in a public place where I would be able to see you before you saw me. I needed to get an idea if you are what I am looking for. I have had bad luck so far with the other men."

"What are you looking for?"

"That's kind of difficult to explain here. Let's just say, I have a fantasy. You could be the one to fulfill it for me."

"I'm flattered, I think. Would you like to go somewhere else so we can talk about this privately? I know a little bar around the corner."

"I have a better idea. Follow me to my house."

* * *

It was a short five-minute drive from the supermarket to Dawn's home, which was located in a development about a mile from where I lived. I followed Dawn to one of the larger houses on the block; it had a well-manicured lawn and a basketball hoop on the side of the driveway. I parked behind Dawn's car, exited my vehicle, and followed her to the house.

"My husband is inside waiting for us," she said. "The kids are playing in the neighbor's pool. They probably won't be home until it gets dark. That should give us at least an hour to talk about my proposal."

"Your husband?" I asked.

"I'm sorry; I forgot to mention. This is all his idea."

I felt confused, and for the first time it occurred to me that maybe I should just get back in my car and drive home. Unlike Bibiana, I do have limits. I try to make decisions that do not cross those limits. But in the end, I am just a man, and oftentimes that means I have to think with my dick. My dick told me to go inside and at least listen to her fantasy. That sounded reasonable, so I listened to my dick.

I followed Dawn into the house. We were greeted by a man about my height, with dark hair and dark eyes, average weight, and who appeared to be several years younger than me. He smiled and offered his hand as I entered the door.

"Hello, I'm Tom. Thank you for coming over to meet with us."

"Hi Tom. I'm Victor. You can call me Vic. I have to say, I am totally in the dark as to what I am doing here."

"Didn't Dawn tell you anything?" Tom asked, as he looked in Dawn's direction.

"There was no privacy," Dawn replied. "I figured it would be easier to just tell him everything here, where no one else would overhear us."

"OK, no problem," Tom said to Dawn. "Sit down, both of you."

Tom and Dawn sat on the sofa. I took a chair facing the two of them.

"Vic, how can I put this?" Tom started. "My wife and I have been married for almost ten years. We get along great, but things are getting a little routine in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. So, we want to break up the routine. What I mean is, we are interested in expanding our sexual horizons. We have already experimented with phone sex, chat room sex and web cam sex. That was fun for a while, but it left me-- uh, us, I mean-- somewhat unsatisfied. Those things provided a taste, but only a taste. We are ready to take it a step farther. We want someone else to join us in the bedroom. A man. A man who can perform certain things that we have been fantasizing..."

"He wants to watch someone fuck me," Dawn interjected.

"More or less, yes, that's it," Tom confirmed.

"Um, ok, I understand, I think," I responded. I was trying to get a handle on this situation; Dawn's secretive behavior had left me a little on edge, and I was not yet sure if I could trust these two.

"That isn't such an unusual request," I added. "A lot of couples are experimenting with threesomes. Most couples I know are looking for a bisexual woman to join them in bed, but lately more couples seem to be looking for a man to join them. I've done this before with other couples. There are all kinds of websites dedicated to that subject, you know?"

"We have looked at some of them," Dawn responded.

"What exactly are you looking for?" I asked.

"Well," Tom answered. "We want a man to come over on Saturday night and fuck Dawn while I watch. I won't be involved. At least not at first."

"I'm not..." I started to say.

"I'm not bi either," Tom interrupted. "Not at all. I just meant, when you are done with Dawn, I will take a turn with her. But nothing will happen between you and me. I think she is so sexy and it would be incredibly hot to watch her suck another man's cock and get her brains fucked out by a strange dick. Then I want to use her after she has already been used. I want her to cum more times than she thinks possible. That's it."

"Alright, just so we are clear," I asked, "Dawn, is this your fantasy, too?"

"Yes--more or less--well, not exactly. Let me put it this way: I want another man to totally take control and do whatever he wants with me. Use me as his toy. Make me do things I would never do on my own. Make me do things I could never do with Tom. Call me names. I want him to make me dirty."

"What do you think about that, Tom?"

"Yeah, um, that's pretty much what I said. Sort of. I mean, I wouldn't describe it in exactly those words. I can go along with that, I think. I just want her to have the night of her life, and whatever it takes for that to happen, I guess, is what has to happen."

I thought this over for a minute. Clearly, the two of them were not on exactly the same page. They had probably discussed this scenario generically, but I got the distinct impression that no one had ever specifically asked Dawn what she wanted from the encounter. That could cause a problem that I did not really need. Tom's fantasy was much tamer than Dawn's. I have done Tom's fantasy before, and doing it again did not really interest me all that much. Dawn's fantasy presented a different kind of problem: that was not really my personality. I was not into the Dom/sub scene. I prefer to make love to women, treat them like goddesses, worship their flesh while I fuck them in every hole and give them more pleasure than they have ever experienced in their lives. That is my style. I wasn't really sure that I could perform in the role Dawn required, or if I was interested enough to try.

I looked at Dawn. I stared into her eyes for a second, then evaluated the rest of her. She was a beautiful woman, prim and proper on the outside, yet secretly hiding a filthy whore just waiting to be released. She offered to do whatever I wanted her to do, and the nastier it was the better for her. I started to remember some fantasies that lay buried within the darker side of my conscience, some scenarios that I considered mere fuel for masturbation, but which I never expected to experience. I looked one more time at Dawn's cleavage and made my decision.

"I'll do it," I answered. Like I said, sometimes I just have to let my dick make the decisions.

"Great," Tom replied. "We're happy that you'll join us. We've had bad luck so far in our search."

"Really?" I asked. "How so?"

"The first guy we contacted was a younger, twenty-something guy, good looking, built like an athlete," Tom answered. "He could have been an Olympic swimmer. Dawn was all hot for him. We met, talked, made a date. We booked a room on the beach, overlooking the ocean. Made dinner reservations. Hired a sitter for overnight. Got all dressed up. He didn't show. Didn't call. We never heard from him again."

"The next guy was just gross," Dawn said. "He looked nothing like his pictures. That's why I met you at the supermarket. I wanted to see what you looked like before I brought you home. If you were disgusting, I would have just turned and left. I also wanted to see the look in your eyes when you first saw me. Most men do not appreciate a full-figured woman. Their eyes tell the truth even when their mouths are lying."

"Did I pass inspection?"

"Most definitely. You're here, aren't you?"

"Anyway," Tom added, "the next two guys were total creeps. One was a skinny, balding, smelly jerk that was all into being called 'Master.' I don't know where Dawn found him. We were tired of him five minutes after meeting. The next guy wanted to be called 'Lord Darkness' or something like that. More like 'Lord Dorkiness,' I thought. He seemed to really hate women. At least, that was the feeling we got from him. Right, baby?"

"Yes, completely," Dawn answered. "You are the most normal guy we have met since the first guy--and the best looking, too. I'm so glad I mentioned my problem to Bibiana. She didn't make any promises, but she thought you would be perfect for us."

It was becoming increasingly clear to me that they both wanted something, and I was their best chance to get it. Tom wanted acknowledgment that even though his wife was overweight, she was still sexy looking and a hot fuck. He probably overheard derogatory comments directed at Dawn's weight. He needed confirmation that despite her size she really was the type of woman that any man would be lucky to get into bed. The only way to prove it to himself would be to see it in action. More than that, however, he needed to demonstrate that he was man enough for her by first sharing her, and then surpassing the performance of the man with whom she was shared. He would be the more virile man if he could satisfy his hot wife after she already worn out another stud.

Dawn, on the other hand, wanted to let herself go and not be responsible for what happened. She needed to be desired --and appreciated-- on a purely sexual level. She wanted dirty, filthy sex. She wanted to be used like a whore for the sole purpose of giving another man pleasure. Most importantly, she did not want to feel guilty about giving that pleasure, and enjoying the process while doing it. She wanted to have her cake and eat it too, as the saying goes.

Once I understood their motivations, I understood how to gain control of the situation. That was the only way I could approach this -- in control. I realized that there were three different agendas in conflict. Tom and Dawn had very different ideas about what they each wanted from this encounter, and I had my own idea, as well. I decided it was time to let them both know that one agenda would take precedence. I did not tell them it would be my agenda.

"Here's how it's going to work," I said. "Dawn, you will do exactly what I want, when I tell you to do it. There will be no hesitation. If at any time I detect that you are resisting or failing to cooperate to the fullest extent possible, it's over. I will leave, and you will never hear from me again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

"Don't call me 'Sir.' We aren't playing by any rules you might have read about elsewhere. There will be no collars, leashes, masks, hoods, or any other silly accessories. This is not about props; it is about sex, pure and simple. Dirty, uninhibited sex. You are going to give me all the pleasure that you can possibly provide. And I will see that you have the time of your life. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Tom, you will not interrupt. I am going to do everything to Dawn that you have ever imagined, and then some. Dawn will experience things she has never experienced. She will feel things she has never felt. She will do things she has never done before--things neither of you ever imagined that she could do. And you will have to sit and watch until I am finished. I will not tolerate any interruptions from you. Can you do that?"

"I think so."

"Not good enough, Tom. Unless your answer is an unqualified 'yes', I am walking out that door right now and you are never going to see me again. This is your only chance to get this right. Now Tom, for the last time, can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Any questions?" I asked.

"Just one," Dawn replied, her eyes brightening. "What time do we start?"

"We already have."

"Wait, wait, wait a second," Tom interrupted. "I have a question. What's in this for me?"

"Tom, you will get exactly what you wanted. No more, no less. You will watch your wife suck my cock. You will see her swallow my cum. You will watch me fuck her and use her for my pleasure. I will do everything that you wanted to see done to her. It just won't happen in precisely the manner you expected. When I am done with Dawn, I'll leave and you can do whatever you want with her. I don't care. Now, any more interruptions from you and I am gone, forever. Do you understand?"


Dawn Defiled Ch. 01



"Yes."

"Good. Now let's go to the bedroom."

"I thought we were doing this on Saturday," Tom said. "Our kids could come home at any minute."

"Then we better make this quick," I replied. "And Tom, this is your last warning."

Tom started to respond, then thought better and closed his mouth. The two of them stood up and led me to the bedroom. The room was tastefully furnished with Scandinavian-styled rosewood furniture. Stainless steel lamps and brightly colored linens completed the decor. Nonetheless, I was surprised to find the bed unmade and clothes strewn about the room. The rest of the house was immaculate.

"Dawn, strip off your clothes. I need to see what I have to work with."

Dawn quickly stripped to her bra and panties. She dropped her clothes to the floor, and then turned to face me. Her matching bra and thong were cream-colored, yet they stood out against her freckled white skin. Her chest was beginning to flush, as were her neck and face.

"Dawn, I said 'strip.'" I emphasized the word 'strip.'

Dawn looked over toward her husband, who nodded his approval. She then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She dropped it to the floor, and then pushed her thong to the floor, as well. She was, in my opinion, a perfectly built woman. Her breasts were large and slightly firm, although age and weight were causing them to sag and point downward. They were so pale and heavy that blue veins were visible. Her aureoles were pink and rather small, about the size of a quarter. They surrounded small, pink nipples which stood out nearly a quarter inch, betraying her arousal. Her waistline tapered nicely into her wide hips. Her belly was soft and full, sagging just enough to form a single fold at her bikini line. Her ass was wide, round and smooth, free of dimples, with just enough jiggle to make my cock rise every time she moved. Her thighs were thick, as were her calves, and she had perfectly manicured feet. She was a beautiful woman, and I looked forward to violating her.

"Turn around," I told her.

She quickly pirouetted in the middle of the room.

"Again," I said. "Slower."

She spun around one more time. I admired her ass, then looked over at the low platform bed, which rose barely a foot off the ground.

"Get on the bed. On your hands and knees."

She quickly positioned herself in the indicated position, looking up at me. Her heavy, melon-sized breasts were hanging all the way to the mattress, with her pink nipples dragging across the sheets. Her back was arched slightly, and her belly was sagging toward the bed, as well.

"Turn around," I told her.

Dawn turned ninety degrees to one side, so that her feet were near the edge of the bed and her face was facing away.

"Put your face on the mattress."

Dawn complied immediately. I was looking directly at her big, juicy ass, which was divided by a deep cleft bisecting her two enormous white globes.

"Use both hands to spread your cheeks."

She lifted one arm off the bed and grasped her left butt cheek, steadied herself, and then lifted the other arm and grabbed her right cheek. Pulling them apart, I got my first good look at her puckered asshole. Her fat pussy was also visible; through her sparse, red bush I saw her clear, syrupy fluid beginning to collect on her pale pink lips. I detected her musky aroma wafting upward, invading my nostrils, and causing my cock to rise toward full erection. I looked over at Tom and smiled. He was rubbing his obviously hard cock through his pants as he watched me inspect his wife.

I walked over to the bed and extended my hand toward her pussy. I aimed two fingers for her wet hole, and entered her. I slowly pushed in and out of her for several seconds, and then withdrew. I touched her lips with my other hand, smearing some of her fluid around her asshole. I heard a faint gasp as I touched her rosebud. I swirled my finger around and around, then pushed one digit inside her. Her tight sphincter gave way immediately. I pushed my finger in all the way to the knuckle, and then pulled it out. I resumed fingering her pussy for a second, and then withdrew.

"Turn this way," I commanded.

Still on her hands and knees, she turned to face me. I pushed the two fingers that had been in her pussy into her mouth. I wiped them on her tongue, her lips, and the inside of her cheeks.

"Have you ever tasted pussy before?" I asked.

"No," Tom answered.

"Only once, other than my own," Dawn answered, looking up at me.

Tom's eyebrows arched in surprise. This fact was news to him, and he wanted to know the details. I looked toward him and glared before he could ask the question that was forming on his lips.

"How was it? I asked.

"I like my own taste better," Dawn replied. "Her taste was kind of strong."

I did not ask the obvious follow up question. It was not important to me at that time. In any event, I knew that Tom would jump on that disclosure as soon as I left. I'll let him have that bone to chew on later.

"You are a beautiful, sexy woman, Dawn. There is no question about that. Now let's see how well you perform. Suck Tom's dick."

Tom looked at me, his eyes opening wide in surprise. He walked over to the bed, rubbing the bulge in his pants as he approached. I stepped away from the bed, allowing Tom to take my place in front of Dawn. She reached up and opened Tom's pants, fished his dick out of his underwear, and started sucking. She licked all around the head, and then started stroking the base of his shaft while sucking on the glans. She gave him a long, slow blowjob that was embellished with extra flourishes of her hands and unnecessary moans, all most likely performed for my benefit. The effort was appreciated by Tom, if not by me, as his moans soon filled the room.

After about ten minutes of what I guessed to be the most intense blow job Tom had ever enjoyed, his hips were shaking and his knees were buckling. His moans became louder and continuous.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Tom shouted.

Tom put his hand on Dawn's face and pushed her mouth away from his cock before it could start spewing. Dawn reacted to his guidance, backing her head from his groin.

"Suck his dick, Dawn!" I commanded. "I don't want to see a drop of his cum wasted."

Dawn returned her face to Tom's crotch just in time. Tom pumped several times, bucking his hips as his load filled Dawn's mouth. Her cheeks bulged as she caught all of his jizz. None of his dick juice escaped her lips. She released his cock from her mouth, the sperm still filling her mouth.

"Swallow it," I told her.

She gulped once and swallowed his cum.

"Now give your husband a kiss to thank him for shooting his semen down your throat."

A look of pure panic flashed across Tom's face. Dawn quickly got up and planted her mouth on his lips. Tom tried to turn away, but I shot him a look that froze him in his position. Dawn pushed her tongue into Tom's mouth, kissing him deeply. She broke away after ten seconds, giggling, and looked at me for further directions. Tom wiped his mouth with his shirt, then disappeared into the bathroom. I heard him spitting into the sink and running water. I guess he didn't like his taste.

Tom returned a second later, looking both relieved and annoyed at the same time. His dick was still sticking out of his pants, and his erection had not subsided.

"Now get back on the bed," I said to Dawn. "It's my turn."

Dawn immediately reached for my zipper. She opened my pants, pulled out my cock, and started to suck me in the same manner that she had just sucked off her husband. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tom slowly stroking his cock.

"That was a nice blow job you just gave your husband," I said. "But I'm not interested in nice."

I grabbed two fistfuls of red hair and thrust my cock to the back of her throat. I held her mouth against my groin until her eyes started to water. She did not gag, but I could tell that she was having trouble breathing. I pushed her head back, bent over, and kissed her very roughly on the mouth -- all without releasing my grasp on her hair. I stood up straight and shoved my cock into her mouth again.

"I can tell that you love your husband, and you love sucking his cock. It is readily apparent that you are a devoted wife. I don't want you to love me, Dawn. I want you to satisfy me."

Holding her head by two fists full of hair, I thrust in and out of her mouth. Long strings of saliva were running down my thighs and dripping from Dawn's plump lips. I pulled her head back and watched a strand of drool stretch from the head of my cock to her open mouth. I watched it drip to her breasts, and then I shoved my cock into her mouth once again.

"That is so fucking hot," Tom chirped. "Baby, you look so hot sucking his cock."

I shot Tom another warning glance.

"I'll be quiet now," he said. "It's just that she's so hot. I can't help it."

As I fucked Dawn's face I felt a change taking place in her body. Her slight resistance turned into compliance, and her compliance soon became synchronic. The slightest movement of my hands or shift of my pelvis produced an immediate, harmonious reaction from Dawn. We moved as one, my needs compelling her desire to satisfy them. I pumped her face several more times, and then felt my orgasm rising out of my balls. At the same time I smelled the musky perfume of Dawn's arousal expanding to fill the bedroom. The aroma of her pussy -- ready and willing -- pushed me over the edge. The wave rushed in and crashed in her mouth. Dawn looked up at me as my sperm filled her cheeks. I spurted five times and then withdrew.

"Swallow it," I told her.

Her throat opened and then closed.

"Kiss me," I commanded.

She stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck. My arms circled her naked body, meeting at her meaty ass. I grabbed a cheek in each hand, squeezed, then pressed my mouth against hers. I tasted the remnants of my ejaculation on her tongue. I shoved my tongue to the back of her throat, then pushed her away.

"Now kiss Tom."

Tom was standing beside me, stroking his cock and grinning throughout Dawn's performance. He cringed at the mention of his name, but did not back away when Dawn stepped toward him and pressed her lips against his, forcing her tongue between his teeth.

"The two of you passed the entrance exam," I said, while closing my zipper and straightening my clothes. "I'll see you on Saturday night at eight o'clock. Dawn, call me tomorrow at ten a.m. I may have some last minute instructions for you. It was a pleasure meeting both of you. Good night."

As I drove home I called Bibiana to thank her for the reference. She was mildly surprised to hear that I had taken the assignment. She would be even more surprised if she knew what I had in store for her friend.

* * *

Dawn called me Thursday morning at precisely ten o'clock. I was already rushing to finish my eight o'clock appointment, as I suspected she would be punctual in placing her call to me. She did not disappoint.

"Hello," I answered.

"Good morning," Dawn responded. "I had fun last night. We both did, actually. Thanks for coming over."

"Hold your thanks. Let's see how you feel after Saturday night."

"If it's anything like last night, we should have a great time. After you left, Tom threw me on the bed and fucked me. He was so horny, he didn't even care that the kids were due back at any moment. I was horny too, to tell the truth. Tom fucked me again when we went to bed, and one more time this morning. I had to get out of the house before he tried to get me again."

"Try to save your pussy for Saturday night. I wouldn't want you to be too sore to handle what I have planned for you."

"Speaking of Saturday night, is there anything special I need to do? Anything we should pick up, or that you want me to wear?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. You are going to have to take tomorrow off work. Don't tell Tom. Meet me in the drop off area outside my office at nine a.m. Don't be late. I'll give you the rest of your instructions then. Understand?'

"Yes."

"Good. See you tomorrow. Remember, don't be late. I hate tardiness."

* * *

On Friday morning I drove to the office and parked my car in my usual space. I went in, grabbed two files, told my secretary I would be out of the office all day, and returned to the parking garage. I moved my car to the visitor's lot in back of the building, and then walked to the front entrance and waited for Dawn. She pulled up at precisely eight fifty-five a.m.

"Good morning," I said, as I climbed into the passenger side of her car.

'Good morning,' she answered. "What are we doing today? I'm free until five this afternoon."

"Let's hope that's sufficient time to get everything done," I answered.

"So, where are we going?"

"If I told you, that would spoil all the fun."

"Now you're making me nervous."

"You should be nervous. You have no idea what's in store for you today. You know almost nothing about me, and your husband is nowhere around. He doesn't even know you're with me."

"You're an evil man."

"Like I said before, you have no idea."

I gave her directions to a small strip mall less than a mile away. I pointed to a parking space in front of a day spa.

"Go inside, your appointment is in five minutes."

"What are you going to do?"

"Leave your keys. I'm going to make some phone calls, burn your gas, and run your air conditioning. I'll get some work done while you are getting worked on."

Dawn exited the car, walked across the parking lot, and entered the spa. She returned forty-five minutes later.

"That was interesting! If you wanted my pussy bald, you could have just said so. I would have shaved it for you."

"Then you would have stubble a day or two later. I want you completely smooth until I'm through with you."

"I see. And what about you? Are you completely smooth? I couldn't tell with your pants on the other night."

"Don't worry about it."

"Alright, I guess. You're in charge. Where to next?"

"Pull out of that driveway, and go north. I'll guide you once we're on the road."

This time I directed her to another strip shopping center. This one contained a Ross discount clothing store.

"Park here," I told her. "We need to find you something to wear."

We went inside and headed for the women's department. I found a rack with polyester print dresses cut just above the knee. We located Dawn's size, and I pulled several off the rack. She went to the dressing room to try them on. Ten minutes later I chose a red and white floral print, cut low in the neckline and a little shorter than the others. When Dawn was not looking, I exchanged the size 18 dress she had tried on for a size 16. We left the store and returned to her car.

"Where now?" she asked.

"Go to the Westside mall. When you get there, go the garage on the north side of the mall and park on the fourth floor."

It was still early when we reached the mall. There were no other cars on the fourth floor. I directed her to a space in the corner of the garage.

"Now put on the dress," I told her.

"Now? This thing? It's so tacky. I thought it was for tomorrow."

"Did I stutter? Are you having difficulty understanding English?"

"No."

"Then do it."

"Ok. Wait. There's no room in here."

"Then step outside the car. Stand between the car and the wall."

Dawn shot me a look of pleading, which only lasted a moment before dissolving into surrender. She opened her door, grabbed the bag, and stepped out of the car. She quickly stripped to her underwear, then reached into the bag and pulled out the dress. She removed the tags without really looking at them, and then pulled the dress over her head. It caught as it reached her breasts.

"I don't' understand why this isn't going on," she said as she struggled with the garment. "It fit alright in the damn store."

She continued struggling with the dress. Finally, she got it past her breasts only to find another obstacle when it reached her hips. She pulled and tugged, until the garment finally was in place. It fit her like the skin on a sausage. The seams were pulled to their limits; it bunched around her waist; and it nearly rode up to her crotch. Her breasts were flattened against her chest, and the ridges of her panties and bra were clearly visible.

"Did I tell you to wear underwear?" I asked.

"You didn't say not to," she replied, rather feebly.

"Perhaps," I answered. "In that case, take them off."

Dawn's eyes flashed anger, but she said nothing. She resumed struggling with the dress, tugging her panties off first, and then attempting to remove her bra without taking off the dress. It took her several minutes of struggling, but eventually she managed to remove both of her undergarments. Her appearance now bordered on obscene. The dress still smashed her tits against her chest, but the view through the low-cut v-neck consisted of nearly a mile of cleavage. The dress just barely covered her nipples, but they may as well have been exposed as they protruded through the thin material like push pins sticking out of a corkboard. Likewise, the material was stretched so taut around her ass and hips that her bush would have been visible had she not been waxed earlier that morning. And yet--despite the tightness of the dress --it was unable to provide any support around her waist, where her tummy bulged and rolled beneath the polyester sheath.

"You look great," I said. "Let's go."

"I can't go anywhere like this!" Dawn cried. "I look like a cheap whore."

"That's the point. Now let's go. I have a surprise for you."

"I don't think I'm going to like any more of your surprises."

"You seem to be forgetting something, Dawn. What you like is irrelevant. You belong to me now. Just be thankful we drove all the way across the county. I could have taken you to a mall closer to home where the likelihood of being seen by someone you know would have been much greater."

Dawn shrugged her shoulders in resignation and followed me to the elevator leading to the mall. The looks of derision and disgust that she received from other women walking through the mall were priceless. The unabashed leers from the men clearly lusting after her lush, exposed body seemed to motivate her. Before long Dawn started to revel in the attention, and began walking with her head held up and an extra wiggle in her walk.

Upon reaching Bloomingdales, I led Dawn to the escalator and followed her as we ascended to the third floor. Standing two steps behind her on the escalator, her ass was just about at the same level with my face. I could clearly smell the warm aroma of her pussy as the sweet vapors seeped through her dress. My cock jumped as I inhaled her scent.

We followed the arrows to the plus size department. I pointed her in the direction of the evening gowns and turned her loose.

"Go find something for yourself," I said. "I'll wait for you in those chairs outside the changing room. But don't take too long, we still have more shopping to do."

"Do I have a budget?"

"Yes, but don't ask. I'm not telling you what it is."

I sat and checked my messages while Dawn looked at dresses. Twenty minutes later she stood outside the dressing room with three different gowns draped over her arm and a sales associate attached to her hip, probably to make sure Dawn didn't try to steal anything.

"Show me your selections," I said.

She handed one to the attendant and held up the other two by the hangers.

"Not like that," I told her. "Try them on."

The attendant followed her into the dressing room, and then returned a second later without the dresses.

"Your wife has excellent taste," she said. "Those dresses will look beautiful on her."

"She's not my wife," I said.

The attendant lifted one eyebrow and cocked her head as if to ask a question.




Dawn Defiled Ch. 01



"She's just some whore I'm going to fuck the shit out of tomorrow night," I added.

She looked at me with shock and revulsion written in large letters across her face, then turned and walked away.

Dawn returned a few minutes later, wearing a backless sequined black dress with a deep V in the front. The dress was barely able to contain her tits, which jiggled beneath the bodice every time she moved or breathed. She looked stunning in the dress.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"It looks beautiful on you. I love how much skin it shows. It's sexy and elegant. But I don't know if black is the best color on you. Your skin is so pale. Let's see the next one."

Five minutes later she returned wearing an ivory dress covered in beads. It was sleeveless, with a full back and a keyhole opening in the front revealing her milky white cleavage. This dress also looked beautiful on her, although it reminded me of a bridal dress.

"What do you think? Do you like the virginal look on me?"

"It looks good, but it really isn't what I had in mind for you."

"I think it's appropriate, in an ironic sort of way. You're going to take my virginity tomorrow night, aren't you?

"You're far from a virgin."

"You'll be the first since I got married."

"Show me the next one."

Dawn disappeared and then returned, this time wearing an emerald green gown with blue, aqua, and purple accents. The top half was beaded, and the lower portion was made of a chiffon material and heavily sequined. It was smaller on top and bigger on the bottom. Her breasts were practically spilling out of the bodice. Her hips and ass looked huge, but I was not going to voice that thought.

"Well?" she asked.

"It's beautiful."

"I thought you'd like this one. My breasts are practically falling out of it."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Well, I don't want to look indecent."

"Less indecent than you look already?"

"Touche'-- but tell me, does this dress make my ass look huge?"

"Your ass is huge. It's not the fault of the dress. Anyway, that's what I like about you."

"Not my big tits?

"They're nice, but I'm an ass man. The bigger the better. More cushion for the pushin'. More bounce to the ounce. More..."

"OK, I get the point. If I buy this dress..."

"If who buys this dress?" I interrupted.

"If you buy this dress, then you better not complain that my ass is enormous. Alright?"

"I have never made that complaint of any woman in any outfit."

"Then promise me you won't start now."

"Agreed."

Dawn left to change back into her whore costume. She returned with the green gown on her arm. When she got close, I noticed that the nylon dress she was wearing was suffering from the stress of her plus sized figure. The seams were pulling apart at the hips and around her tits. She would be lucky if it lasted the rest of the day.

We found the sales associate and paid for the gown. She refused to make eye contact with either of us. After wrapping the dress, she continued looking downward when she handed it to Dawn. The associate gasped when she noticed Dawn's wedding ring.   

"Enjoy the dress," she caustically muttered in our direction.

We turned and left, heading back into the mall.

"That woman was rather rude," Dawn remarked. "I wonder what her problem was."

"Maybe she just needs to get laid," I answered.

"Maybe. Or maybe she thought I looked too much like a whore to be shopping at Bloomingdales. I should be getting my clothes from Sluts-R-Us, or something."

"Or maybe it was because I told her that you are my whore and I'm going to fuck your brains out this weekend"

"You didn't."

"Maybe I didn't. Who knows? You just need to get used to it."

We turned a corner and stopped in front of Victoria's Secret.

"Am I getting new undies, too?" Dawn asked.

"No. I don't think they carry anything in that store that would fit you. But don't worry, that is all taken care of, already. I do think that you need some shoes, don't you?"

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. Handing her a credit card, I glanced in the direction of the 9 West store a few doors down.

"Go buy yourself a pair of shoes," I said. I pointed toward a row of chairs outside the store. "I'll be waiting over there."

Dawn disappeared into the store, carrying her dress with her. I took a seat in the center of the mall and watched as she looked over the selection. I had hoped that a young male would be assisting her, but the only employee in the store was a young woman of approximately twenty-two or twenty-three years of age. I watched as Dawn showed her the dress, and then the two of them walked around the store pointing at various shoes and talking amongst themselves. Eventually, Dawn took a seat and the young woman disappeared into the back of the store.

Dawn's dress rode up to within a few inches of her naked crotch when she sat in the seat. She struggled to pull it down, but there was not enough material stretched over her wide ass to cover more than an inch or so of her thick thighs, as well. From outside the store I could see her face flush.

The salesgirl returned with a stack of boxes. Kneeling on the floor in front of Dawn, she took Dawn's right foot in one hand, lifted the foot into the air, and removed her shoe. Lifting Dawn's leg caused her dress to ride up even higher; her chubby thighs parted just enough to provide the salesgirl with a face full of bald pussy. The girl appeared to freeze for a second before she placed Dawn's foot in the first shoe. Dawn stood up, pulled her dress down, walked over to the mirror, then walked back to her seat. The process repeated several more times. Each time Dawn lifted a leg to try on a shoe, she flashed the girl a close up view of her naked cunt. Both women were blushing by the time Dawn stood up and walked to the counter, carrying a box with the shoes she selected.

I stood up before she left the store. Standing just out of sight of the store entrance, I waited for Dawn to approach.

"What did you get?" I asked as she approached.

"Besides being more embarrassed then at any other time of my life?" she answered.

"You're the one with the whore fantasy. Did you think that fulfilling it would be without cost?"

"Actually, I didn't think it through. I just thought I would have to deal with Tom, and I know how to handle him. You're different."

"How so?"

"Tom and I negotiate. Tit for tat. I get to be your slut because he gets to watch. After he sees how it's done, I'll probably have to be his slut for a while, too. When he sees how far this is going, he'll want something else in return. I'll probably give it to him, since I know this is becoming so much more than he anticipated. It's more than I anticipated."

Dawn took a deep breath.

"But there is no negotiating with you. You know what you want, and you just take it. I can't say 'no'. The word is meaningless to you."

"You wouldn't have it any other way, would you?"

"I guess not."

We walked to the car, and left the mall.

* * *

"Where to now?" Dawn asked.

"Head for downtown. Park at the garage on Second Street and First Avenue."

We hit the freeway and drove twenty minutes to the next destination. Dawn found an empty space on the third floor of the parking garage. She reached for the key to shut off the engine.

"Leave it running," I told her. "You're going to shop for the next item alone."

"What is it?" she asked.

"I need a video camera," I answered. I handed her two folded sheets of paper. "This is a list of the equipment I need, complete with pictures and model numbers: a camera, a tripod, and a quick charging car accessory.

"There is an electronics store around the corner-- it's run by some Middle Eastern guys. They will negotiate everything with you, including the time of day and color of the sky. The first price they quote you will be outrageous. You will need to respond with an even more outrageous counter offer. If you don't they won't respect you and they will walk all over you..."

"Do you think they will respect me dressed like this?" Dawn interrupted.

"That dress will actually help you. It will distract them, even if only for a moment. The equipment on this list should cost around four hundred dollars. I am giving you three hundred dollars in cash. Using cash will improve your bargaining position."

"And you think they will chop one hundred dollars off the price just because I am paying in cash?"

"Of course not."

"Then how am I supposed to get the price down to three hundred dollars?"

"You're an intelligent slut. I'm sure you'll think of something."

Dawn's jaw nearly hit the steering wheel when she realized what I was suggesting. She opened the car, stood up, slammed the door shut, and stomped off, fuming. I pulled out my cell phone, checked my messages, and began returning phone calls.

Dawn returned forty-five minutes later, carrying a large plastic bag loaded with boxes. She opened the rear door and shoved the bag into the back seat.

"Did you get everything on the list?" I asked.

"Yes, of course."

"Very good. How did you get him down to three hundred dollars?"

"How do you think? I blew him."

"Excellent. Now hand me the camera and the car charger."

Dawn handed me two boxes, then entered the car and backed out of the parking space.

"That took much longer than I expected," I said.

"Well, after I blew the son of a bitch, he tried to give me just the camera for three hundred dollars. I told him 'no', that was for everything. We argued back and forth, but I could see that he was not going to relent. So I ended up blowing his brother to get the tripod and charger. Those guys are real assholes."

"I should have warned you. Majid hates to lose even a penny in a deal, so he will push and push to get any advantage, no matter how small, and then push some more once you think the negotiation is over."

"Do you know him?"

"He's a former client of mine."

Dawn glared at me with a look that could melt steel.

As we left the parking garage I looked at her and said, "One more stop, then we are through for the day."

"Which way?"

"Head toward the airport. Get off on Forty-fifth, and I'll give you directions from there."

Twenty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of "Adult Video Emporium."

"I'm not going in there," Dawn said.

"Yes, honey, you are," I replied. "Just be thankful that I am not sending you in there alone."

We parked on the side of the building and entered through the front entrance. The store was divided into three areas: the front was stocked with lingerie and various sexual devices; the back was stocked with adult DVDs, some of which were for sale and some were rentals; and a door on the left side of the store led to a video arcade, consisting of small booths and a television screen with over one hundred channels, each featuring a different adult movie.

"Have you ever been inside a store like this?" I asked.

"No," she answered. "Tom always does our shopping for marital aids and adult videos."

"I understand. My wife wouldn't be caught dead in here, either. Look around, tell me if you see anything you like."

"Just get what you need, and let's go."

"Look at these," I said, pointing to a wall covered with dildos and vibrators of all shapes, sizes and colors. "Do you have any toys that resemble that thing?"

"Not exactly, no."

"What do you have?"

"I have a 'pocket rocket'. I have a life-like dildo. I have a glass dildo. I have a vibrating egg. And I have a jelly vibrator. I think that's it."

"Which is the biggest one?"

"The dildo. The fleshy one."

"How big is it?"

"About this big," she said, holding her hands approximately eight inches apart.

"Point to one up there about the same size."

She indicated a black dildo that was around eight or nine inches long, and much thicker than an average size cock.

"How do you use that one?"

"My husband fucks me with it after he has already cum, you know, when he's finished and I'm not quite there yet. And sometimes I use it on myself when no one is home. But I usually prefer the pocket rocket when I am taking care of myself. It's quicker."

"Ever take that thing in your ass?"

"Hell no!"

"Just asking. Don't have a coronary."

I reached for a similar dildo, but at least two inches longer and even thicker than the one she described. I also picked out a small butt plug. I handed both items to Dawn and gave her my credit card. She glared at me with a pleading look, but I ignored her. She sauntered over to the counter with a look of forlorn resignation on her face. Every pair of eyes in the store watched her make her way to the sales clerk.

When the sale was completed, Dawn walked toward the exit. I did not meet her at the door; instead, I walked over to the DVD section. Dawn looked for me, and when our eyes met I motioned for her to join me. She walked across the store and met me at the first display.

"Aren't we done here?" she asked.

"Hardly," I responded. "In fact, we haven't even started, yet."

I walked around perusing the DVD racks until I found the BBW section. I stopped and glanced at a few of the titles, then moved on. I paraded Dawn all through the store, giving all of the men in the place a good look at her tits and ass as her poor dress struggled to keep them confined. Finally, I led her to the entrance to the video arcade.

"What's in here?" she asked.

"Video booths. Come on, we're going to watch some nasty videos."

Nearly all the booths were empty, and there was no one roaming the halls. I knew that would not last. By the time we closed a door on a booth, every straight man in the store would be heading toward the arcade.

I selected a booth on the end, closed the door behind us, and locked it. The equipment was fairly new, which made up for the fact that the booth was rather small. I moved the chair out of the way, inserted a ten-dollar bill in the machine, and showed Dawn how to scroll through the titles to find something interesting.

We were in the booth less than two minutes before the first dick poked through a hole in the wall. Dawn was staring at the screen and sampling each of the choices, so she did not notice the erect cock. She finally settled on a video featuring a chubby blonde with huge tits and a fat ass getting double penetrated by two men. I moved to her right side, so that she would see the glory hole when she turned to talk to me.

"Find anything interesting?" I asked.

"This looks hot. She is certainly having a good time. Those two guys are hot. They could fuck the shit out of me any time."

"Have you ever had a DP?"

"What's a 'DP'?" she asked, turning toward me. "Oh my god, what's that?!"

"Don't tell me you've never seen a penis before."

"Why is it poking through that hole in the wall?"

"It's waiting for you."

"For me?! For what?!"

"I think you know what for," I answered, with just a hint of menace in my voice.

Dawn looked up at me then got down on her knees in front of the glory hole. I heard a dress seam tear as she squatted on the floor, but I could not see where the tear was located. Dawn wrapped both hands around the shaft and started stroking the mystery cock. It was white, erect, rather thick, and slightly longer than average. She looked up at me for approval. I did not give it to her.

"I think you can do better than that," I said.

"What do you want me to do, suck it?"

"Exactly."

I pulled the video camera out of my pocket and started taping her performance. The camera captured Dawn opening her mouth and swallowing the head of the stranger's cock. She sucked the head for a minute before taking the entire shaft to the back of her throat. She bobbed her head back and forth, using generous amounts of hand that I would never have allowed if it were my cock in her mouth. She was clearly trying to make the stranger cum as quickly as possible.

Less than five minutes after she started, the stranger blew his load in her mouth. Dawn's cheeks bulged with the stranger's cum. She released her grip on the shaft, and the cock withdrew immediately.

"Spit it out," I told her. "I forgot to tell you to take it in the face."

She spit the load of cum onto the floor, and started to stand up.

"Did I tell you to stand up?" I asked. "Don't move; you aren't going anywhere, yet."

Dawn resumed her position on the floor. In less than a minute another cock flopped through the glory hole. This one was also white, but much smaller than the first. It was not yet erect, but it started to stir as soon as Dawn reached for it.

"This time, when he is about to cum, take it out of your mouth and let him shoot in your face. Got it?"

Dawn nodded her acquiescence. She stroked the second cock several times, watching it grow in her hand. Once it reached a respectable size and was close to a full erection, she lowered her mouth and started sucking. This cock lasted a little longer than the first. Ten minutes later, she pulled her face away and pumped her fist back and forth as spurts of cum splashed on her cheeks, in her hair, and on her neck. The cock withdrew almost immediately after the last spurt dripped onto her cleavage. I zoomed in the camera to better capture the cum splattered all over her face.

"How was that?"

"Excellent."

"Are we done now?"

"Hardly," I answered, just as another hard dick poked through the hole.

For the next forty-five minutes Dawn sucked one cock after another. Her face, neck, hair, cleavage, and the front of her dress were soaked with semen. She was a mess. She sucked off eight or nine cocks in that period (I lost count), most of them spraying her with jizz less than five minutes after poking through the hole. I knew her knees had to be aching and her jaws must have been exhausted. There was only one more thing I needed, and it would finally be time to go.

Then it happened. An enormous black dick poked through the hole. It was fully erect, and hard as steel. The head looked like a plum. The shaft was black as coal. It was easily longer and just as thick as the dildo Dawn purchased earlier that afternoon. It wasn't the first black cock Dawn saw emerge through that hole, but it was by far the largest. Dawn gasped.

"This is your final exam, baby. When you finish making that monster cum, we can go home."

Dawn stared at me with a look of panic. I glared back at her. Defeat flashed across her face, and she reached for the horse cock protruding through the wall. She caressed the length, first with one hand and then with both. She extended her tongue and licked all over the head, then up and down the shaft. She appeared to be afraid of sucking it; she pumped the shaft with both hands and continued licking all around the head.

"Baby, sweet slutty baby," I teased her. "I don't think that's going to work. You're going to have to suck it if you want to make him cum."

"It's too big," she said in a soft, timid tone. "I can't."

"You can, and you will."

Dawn resumed licking the ebony shaft she held in both hands. She pulled it downward, stretched her mouth as wide as possible, and swallowed the head. She bobbed her head back and forth several times, working the cock a little deeper with each forward motion. She managed to get nearly a third of that enormous dick into her mouth when she started to gag. A stream of drool dripped from her mouth to the floor when she pulled the cock out of her mouth.

Dawn took several deep breaths, an then resumed her attempts to swallow the obsidian wand that was stretching her lips and bulging her cheeks. I admired her effort, even as I doubted that she would be able to finish the task. I decided that she needed some encouragement.

I placed the video camera on the floor, pointed it upward, and propped it against the wall directly below the intersection of Dawn's mouth and the black cock that was impaling her skull. I got on the floor behind her, pulled her dress up and over her ass, and then reached between her cheeks. I found that her pussy was soaked, even though I had not touched her cunt all day. Good. She's enjoying the humiliation. I shoved two fingers up her pussy and started pumping them in and out of her. She humped my hand, encouraging me to increase either the speed or depth of my penetration. I increased both.




Dawn Defiled Ch. 02



I want to give special thanks to my editor, Alabasterthighs. Her inspiration and assistance are greatly appreciated. 

*

I left my house at 7:15 and drove to the Doubletree Hotel in Coconut Grove. After first grabbing my jacket and a soft-sided attache' case from the backseat, I left my car with the valet and made my way to the lounge. After taking a seat at a table for two near the window, I ordered myself a martini and waited for Dawn. My drink arrived moments before Dawn appeared at the doorway. She looked stunning in her green gown. Her hair and make up were impeccable. Every eye in the room turned to look when she entered the bar.

I met her at the door and escorted her to the table. In my opinion, we made an attractive couple. I wore a black suit, grey silk shirt with French cuffs and cufflinks, and a silver-colored tie with a subtle blue and black pattern woven into the fabric. Dawn wore her gown, strappy sandals, and far too much jewelry; she wore chandelier earrings, diamond stud earrings, several necklaces with a variety of pendants, multiple bracelets on each wrist, and a ring on every finger. Jewels and gold were dripping everywhere. There was, of course, a reason for the excessive adornment, that would become obvious as the evening progressed. 

The waitress quickly reappeared and took Dawn's drink order. She returned moments later with Dawn's cocktail, and left us to our privacy.

"You look beautiful," I told her.

"Thank you," she replied. "You look good yourself."

"And Tom?" I asked.

"He's where you requested. He's not happy."

"He'll get over it."

"And if he doesn't, fuck him. I'm going to enjoy myself tonight, and I'll deal with his issues tomorrow."

Just as we finished our drinks the waitress appeared once again, asking if we wanted another round. I declined, and asked for the check, instead. Once I finished that transaction I turned to Dawn.

"Are you ready?" I asked. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

"I should mention one thing, in case you are wondering. Your ass looks wonderful in that dress."

"Thank you," she said, blushing.

"Every man and almost every woman was watching you walk across the room. The men all wanted to fuck you, and some of the women, too. I wonder if any of them could imagine that in a few minutes you're going to be on your knees sucking my cock, or just how much I'm going to enjoy that wonderful ass tonight," I said. "It's not going to look the same in the morning."

"Is that a threat?" 

"No, my lovely, sexy, chubby whore, that's a simple statement of fact. It's time. Let's go."

I stood up, took her hand, and escorted her out of the lounge. Her breeasts jiggled as she glided across the room in her high heeled sandals. Her ass careened from side to side in an exaggerated sway that caught the eye of anyone in the lounge who was not already mesmerized by her boobs. She made a gorgeous spectacle of herself. I was proud to have her attached to my arm as we headed toward the lobby. 

Upon entering the elevator, I pushed the button for the nineteenth floor. The door closed in front of us.

"I have to say that we were quite surprised to find that you booked a room in a hotel. We were planning to do this at our home, you know."

"I know. I had two reasons for choosing a hotel, instead. First, I like the contrast between 'Dawn the elegant lady' and 'Dawn the filthy whore.' The hotel gives us more opportunities to explore that dynamic.

"Second, I wanted to take the two of you -- especially Tom -- out of your element. It would be too comfortable for you and for Tom to be in your home environment. My house would have been even better, but a neutral setting will do just fine."

The elevator stopped on the nineteenth floor. We exited and walked arm-in-arm down the hallway to the room. Stopping outside the door, I reached into my pocket for the key card, but paused before swiping it.

"Dawn," I said to her in a very low, even tone.

"Yes?" she said, looking up at me.

"You know I'm going to destroy you, don't you?"

"That's why I'm here," she whispered.

Dawn turned, pulled me toward her with one hand, and planted a kiss on my mouth. With her other hand she reached for the key card and swiped it through the mechanism. The lock clicked open. I pushed the handle downward and opened the door.

The suite featured a large sitting area, a small kitchenette, and a separate bedroom and bathroom. Floor to ceiling windows opened onto a balcony facing the bay. Flat panel televisions were mounted on the walls in both the sitting room and the bedroom.

I set my bag on the cocktail table and walked to the bedroom. I found Tom seated in an armchair facing the television, watching a baseball game.. He was completely naked, except for the duct tape strapping him to the chair at his ankles, thighs, wrists, and forearms. Oops! My instructions should have been more specific about the method of taping him to the chair. That tape is really going to hurt when she takes it off him. 

"Hello, Tom, its good to see you again," I said. "I hope you like the accommodations."

"I don't know what the fuck the two of you think you're doing," Tom growled in my direction. "But this is not what we talked about."

"Tom, I am only going to explain this to you once. You and Dawn should have worked out between the two of you exactly what you wanted before you contacted me. The fact that you described divergent fantasies told me that you did not do that, and your oversight made it impossible for me to give the two of you exactly what you want. But I am going to do my best. 

"Of course, the fact that your fantasies are not identical leaves me with some room for interpretation as I try to take into consideration what the two of you want from this experience. Make no mistake about it, however, my interpretation controls." 

"You wanted to see me fuck your wife, and that is precisely what I am going to do," I continued. "I am going to use her like she is my property, and I am going to continue using her until she has completely satisfied my needs. All of my needs."

"I know that this is going to be difficult for you, Tom, but I don't want to hear your voice again unless I am speaking to you directly. If I do, there will be consequences, for both you and for Dawn. Are we clear?"

"Yes."

"Good." "I have a question," Dawn interjected.

"This is your last warning, also. Now what's your question?"

"What is the 'safe' word?"

"There is no god damned safe word. I'm not playing with the two of you. We're here because the two of you wanted me to be here with you. I didn't call you, Dawn; it was you who called me. Remember? This isn't a game. Your opportunity to make decisions ended when you asked me to join the two of you. I'll decide when we are through. I'll decide when I have had enough. I'll decide what your limits are. You have no say in the matter. No say at all." 

"Do you understand me?" I demanded.

"Yes," Dawn whispered.

"Now go and give your husband a kiss, and thank him for allowing you to fulfill your fantasy of being my whore."

"Ok," Dawn whispered, again.

Dawn walked over to Tom, leaned over, and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.

"You forgot to thank him."

"Thank you for letting me fulfill my fantasy of being another man's whore," she whispered.

"Louder," I barked.

"Thank you for letting me fulfill my fantasy of being Victor's whore," she said, her voice loud enough to be heard in the next room.

"That's better," I said. "Now Tom, what do you have to say to your lovely slut of a wife?"

"You're welcome," he muttered. 

"Is that all?"

He sat there for a second with his jaw hanging and his eyes wide open, struggling to think of a response.

"Enjoy yourself?" he added.

"Not exactly the response I was looking for, but that will do," I said to Tom. Turning to Dawn, I added, "Dawn, your husband has offered you to me to be used in any way that pleases me. I have accepted his generous offer. We have a legally binding contract. You are now my whore."

The purpose of the faux ceremony was to remind Tom that the genesis of this evening was all his idea, even if he never imagined the form of the fully fleshed out fantasy. I knew that Tom was not, by nature, a submissive. The entire scenario that he envisioned was designed to exalt his masculinity, albeit in a circuitous, perverted manner. For this evening to be successful, I would have to reinforce his vanity at times so that he did not realize he was being cuckolded. I would have to occasionally throw him a bone and include him in the activities, to a small extent, in order to distract him from what was really happening. But first, I had other priorities that required my attention.

"Dawn, get your fat ass over here." I commanded.

Dawn quickly stepped away from Tom and stood in front of me. She lowered herself to the floor and knelt at my feet.

"Yes, Sir," she responded.

"Don't call me 'Sir'."

"Y-yes, Victor," she stammered.

"Bring me my bag."

Dawn stood up and scurried to the sitting area. She picked up my bag and walked back to the bedroom. I took the bag from her, opened it, and removed the video camera, the collapsed tripod, and some cables. I set up the tripod and the camera, plugged the camera's power supply into the wall, and aimed the camera at a chair across from Tom. I picked up my bag, sat in the chair, and motioned for Dawn to join me.

Dawn walked over to my chair, where she once again knelt at my feet. She looked at my crotch, and then looked up into my eyes. I am sure she assumed I was going to ask her for a blow job. I had other ideas.

"Stand up," I commanded.

Dawn quickly complied.

"Bend over my lap."

Dawn stood to my side, and then bent over my lap. She had to put her hands on the floor to support herself, although most of her weight was resting on my thighs. My cock was already getting hard, so I had to reach a hand into my pants to adjust myself. I pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her naked ass. The two white globes of her giant ass were as magnificent as when I first saw them, three nights ago. In fact, they looked even better tonight. I caressed both cheeks, enjoying the feeling of her soft white flesh beneath my palms.

After a minute or two of admiring her ass, I reached into the bag and pulled out the butt plug. It was not large, but it was not exactly sized for a beginner, either. I worked two fingers of my right hand into Dawn's pussy. I was not at all surprised to find that she was already juicy. My fingers entered her without resistance. I finger fucked her for a few seconds, then pulled my fingers out and stuck them in her mouth. 

"Taste this," I told her. "This is what a whore tastes like. Remember that taste."

Dawn sucked my fingers for several seconds. I pulled them out of her mouth and reinserted them into her pussy. The juice was now flowing out of her cunt. I fucked her for at least a minute, and then shoved my fingers back into her mouth.

"What do you taste?" I asked.

"Whore," she answered, talking around my fingers.

"Whore what?" I demanded.

"Whore puthy juthe," she gurgled.

"That's right, filthy, fat whore pussy juice."

I again withdrew my fingers from her mouth, but this time I did not reinsert them in her cunt. Instead, I placed the tip of the butt plug against her pussy and shoved it inside her. The butt plug slid in as easily as my fingers had moments ago.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned.

I fucked her with the butt plug for several seconds, then pulled it out of her pussy and pushed it into her mouth. I held it in her mouth until she started drooling. When the butt plug was covered in saliva I removed it from her mouth, placed the tip against her asshole, and pushed. Her sphincter immediately clenched, blocking the anal invasion. 

"Relax your ass," I told her.

"I'm trying," she responded.

"Then try harder," I growled.

I stuck a finger in her pussy, then pulled it out and placed it against her asshole. I pushed firmly, burying my finger up to the last knuckle. I worked the finger in and out of her ass for at least a minute, until I felt the grip of her sphincter starting to lessen. I shoved the butt plug back into her pussy, and then worked a second finger into her ass. I withdrew the butt plug first, then my fingers, and then replaced the fingers with the butt plug. This time her asshole stretched as the butt plug gradually penetrated.

"Ughnnnnnnn!" Dawn grunted as the soft, cone-shaped plastic toy invaded her rectum. Once the fattest part of the plug disappeared in her ass, I pulled back on the base to make sure it was firmly embedded. When it did not slip out, I let go of the base and caressed her big white cheeks. 

"Damn, I love this creamy fat ass," I said to her.

"What are you going to do to it?" she purred.

SMACK!

I slapped her butt cheek with nearly all of my strength. I raised my hand and saw a bright red imprint in the shape of my hand glowing in the spot where I struck her. 

"OWW!" she cried out. "Why did you do that?"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I gave her five hard swats on each of her cheeks. Her body shook and her ass jiggled with every blow. When I was finished, her entire ass was red.

"What was that for?" she sobbed, as tears ran out of her eyes and dripped onto the floor. "I thought you said you weren't into pain."

"I'm not," I answered. "But I had to make sure that you weren't either. Spanking would not be an effective enforcement mechanism if you enjoyed pain. 

"I also had to let you know that I will administer punishment if I believe that it is necessary. This demonstration was meant to show you what you can expect if you disappoint me. That is, if I don't just get up and leave. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. Now show us what kind of whore you are. Go suck your husband's cock."

Dawn stood up and walked over to Tom. She knelt in front of him, took his cock and balls in her hands, lowered her mouth to his shaft, and started blowing him. He was fully erect almost immediately. Dawn bobbed her head up and down on his lap, giving him a wet, sloppy blow job. The loving wife of three nights ago was gone. She was sucking him like a common street whore working for a tip.

"Look up. Make eye contact. Let your husband see the cock sucking whore he married."

Dawn slowed her bobbing motion and looked up at Tom. Tom looked down a second later. Their eyes locked for a moment, and then Tom closed his eyes and attempted to buck his hips. He could only raise his ass an inch or two off the chair, but it was enough to drive his cock to the back of Dawn's throat. He was mere seconds from ejaculating.

"Dawn, don't let him cum. I'll beat your ass again if he does."

Dawn lifted her head and looked over at me. Tom groaned.

"But he's almost there," she protested. "I can taste his pre-cum. Just a few more seconds."

"This isn't a debate."

Dawn gave her husband's wet, shiny cock one last lick, just as another drop of pre-cum seeped from the tip. Then she stood up and walked over to me, her hips swaying and her boobs jiggling as her heels dug into the carpeting.

"Get on the bed," I commanded. "Lay down and make yourself cum."

"Can I use one of my toys?"

"You can use your fingers."

Dawn pulled the bottom of her gown up to her waist, laid on the bed, and spread her legs as wide as possible. Her pussy was glistening with drops of dew seeping from between her smooth lips. I detected the aroma of her arousal wafting from her crotch. She extended one finger, dipped it between her lips, and then began to gently caress her clit. 

The room was silent except for the sounds of Dawn's jewelry rattling on her wrists, and her dress swishing against the bed linens. After a minute or so her breaths became shorter and sharper, and her thick legs started flapping together like a massive bird with wings that were too heavy for flight. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned.

Dawn was oblivious to the rest of the room. I glanced over at Tom and saw that his eyes were locked on his wife, whose fingers were busy bringing her closer to orgasm. Tom's cock stood engorged and erect-- it almost appeared angry in its throbbing rigidity-- but he was helpless to do anything about it. My cock was just as hard, although still tucked in my pants.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Dawn moaned. "I'mmmmmmm......"

"Stop!" I yelled.

"Noooooooo!" she cried, even as her hands fell to her side. "I'm sooooo close!"

I reached into her bag, pulled out her pocket rocket, and tossed it onto the bed next to her. I took her hand, put her fingers in my mouth, and sucked them clean.

"Tastes like fat whore," I said, smiling. "That's my favorite flavor."

"Mine too," Tom interjected. 

I shot a glare in his direction, and then pointed to the vibrator that had rolled against Dawn's arm.

"Use that."

Dawn picked up the vibrator, twisted it to the 'on' position, and placed it on her clit. Almost instantly she arched her back and resumed moaning. She rocked her hips as she held the vibrator against her seed. She glanced in my direction, expecting me to stop her. I rubbed my crotch, and nodded my approval. That was the signal she needed. She let loose as her orgasm overcame her.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Yes! Mmmmmmmmmm! Yesssssss! I'mmmmm! Cummmmm! Innnnnnng!"

She stopped rocking, dropped her hands to her sides, turned off the vibrator, relaxed her legs, and took several deep breaths.

"That," she panted, "was so good."

"I didn't say you were finished," I said, handing her the vibrator. "Continue."

Dawn gave me a confused look. I glared at her, but said nothing. She lay still for a second, then twisted the vibrator once again to the 'on' position, and placed it on her clit. In seconds she was in the throes of another orgasm, this one even more intense than the first.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" she cried.

"More!" I told her.

She looked over at me with a pleading expression in her eyes, but her hands did not move. The vibrator continued to stimulate her clit.

"Mmmmmmm! I can't... stop..... cummingggggg!" she wailed. "I cannnnnn't.... stopppp! Mmmmmm!"

Her shoulder flinched and I knew that she was going to remove the vibrator. I walked over to the bed, put my hand on top of hers, and held the vibrator in place.

"Nooooooo! Pleeeeeeeease!" she moaned. "Pleeeeeeease! Stoppppppp!"

I held the vibrator against her pussy for another ten minutes. It was impossible to count the number of orgasm she had during that time. They became one constant blur of moans and thrashing legs, arching back, and thrusting hips-- punctuated with peaks and valleys--but there was no break at all. I did not stop until I felt the battery beginning to die out. When the buzzing slowed and diminished to a barely audible level, I twisted the vibrator to the 'off' position and set it on the nightstand.

Dawn laid on the bed, motionless, except for her boobs rising and falling as her lungs expanded and contracted in a seemingly futile effort to catch her breath. Her legs were parted, and her plump pussy lips were glistening with juice. There was a wet spot on the linens directly beneath her ass. The smell of her arousal, which was merely a trace earlier, was now an intoxicating aroma perfuming the entire room.

After several minutes, Dawn finally spoke.

"Oh my god," she panted. "That was the most intense experience of my life. I've never cum so many times in a row."

"Go thank your husband for making it all possible," I told her.

Dawn stood up. Her skirt fell to the floor once again as she walked over to Tom's chair. She walked more slowly this time, and there was very little sway in her walk. She almost stumbled on the carpet just as she reached Tom. 

"Show him your appreciation," I told her.




Dawn Defiled Ch. 02



Dawn put one hand on her husband's naked chest, leaned over, and kissed him. He returned the kiss hungrily.

"Thank you, baby," she said. "I think he deserves more gratitude than that," I chided.

Dawn's hand trailed down Tom's chest, past his stomach, and closed around his throbbing erection. She stroked the shaft up and down a few strokes as she continued kissing him. Tom's gurgled moan could be heard even with Dawn's tongue in his mouth.

"Is that the best you can do?" I asked, the menace returning to my voice.

Dawn immediately got on her knees, lowered her face to Tom's crotch, and licked the stream of pre-cum that was oozing from the tip of his cock. She licked all over the shaft, and then swallowed his entire dick.

"That's better, Dawn," I said. "But remember, don't let him cum."

Tom glared at me even as Dawn gurgled an "OK". She bobbed her head up and down several times, and then stood up.

"He's ready to cum," she announced.

Tom groaned in frustration as Dawn walked away.

"Get up on the bed," I ordered.

Dawn laid on her back with her knees raised and her thighs parted. Obviously, she was ready to fuck. She would have to wait.

"Roll over," I directed. "On your hands and knees."

She assumed the position without protest. I pushed her skirt over her ass and caressed her butt cheeks. The redness had faded, but was not yet entirely gone. I checked the butt plug, and found it still lodged firmly in her anus. I stuck two fingers in her pussy, pulled them out, and held them to her lips. She looked up at me, and then sucked them clean.

I reached into her bag and pulled out her largest dildo. It was just as she described it in the adult video store: large, thick, flesh-colored, and lifelike in appearance. It was also longer and thicker than all but the top ten percent of real dicks. 

I placed the tip of the dildo against Dawn's slit, and then rubbed it up and down several times. The fluid secreting from her lips was more than ample, and it only took a few seconds for the tip of the dildo to acquire a nice coating of Dawn's natural lubrication. I pushed the dildo half way into her vagina, then pulled it all the way out. The plastic cock glistened with her juices. I pushed it in a second time, burying the full length completely inside her. Dawn gasped, and then moaned. She was more than ready for full penetration. With my right hand I sawed the dildo in and out of her dripping cunt. I caressed her big white ass with the other hand, admiring her smooth softness and ample curves. Dawn wiggled her ass in response to my attentions as her moaning increased in volume.

It took her less than five minutes to reach orgasm. She moaned and grunted as the fake cock plowed into her over and over. I increased the speed as her moaning increased in volume, until she was practically screaming out in joy.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ungggggggghhhhhhh!" she cried.

I pulled the dildo out of her pussy, and then replaced it with two of my fingers. I scooped out some girl juice before sticking my fingers in her mouth again. She licked them clean.

I resumed fucking her with the dildo. She came even more quickly the second time, although with less urgency. I decided it was time to change the game.

I reached into my bag and pulled out the dildo we purchased the day before. This toy was similar to Dawn's dildo, except that it was colored a slightly different shade; it was an inch or two longer; and it was much thicker. I placed the tip of this toy against her pussy, and pushed. Her lips gave way to the invader, but not without resistance.

"Ungggggghhh!" she groaned. 

I worked the dildo into her slowly, giving her just an inch at a time before I pulled it almost all the way out. Each thrust went a little deeper than the last, until it was as far as it would go. There were still two inches of plastic cock in my hand when I determined that it was not going to go any deeper. 

"Ungggggggghhhhh!" she groaned again. "That's soooo thick. I'm so full."

I did not respond. Instead, I slowly pulled the dildo almost completely out of her cunt, then slowly pushed it all the way in. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned. "I can feel every bump and every ridge on that thing. It feels like you're fucking me with a baseball bat-- a knobby baseball bat."

"Enjoy it while you can," I responded.

I continued the slow thrusting of the enormous fake dick in and out of her slick pussy. Her fat lips were stretched wider than they had been at any time since giving birth. A wet, slurping sound accompanied every insertion and every withdrawal. 

I maintained this languid pace for several minutes. Dawn's breathing became sharper, and she d lunged her hips in an attempt to increase the pace. She was reaching a point of arousal just short of a climax. Her body was on the verge of cumming, but the dildo was not moving fast enough for her to reach the apex. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned. "Fuck me with that thing. Make me cum!"

I responded by letting go of the dildo. She was on her hands and knees, her big white ass sticking up in the air, and an enormous plastic cock slowly sliding out of her pussy. 

"Pleeeeease!" she cried. "Pleeeeeeease!"

"You know something, baby," I said. "I kind of like the sound of your begging. I think I want to hear a lot more of that sound before this night is over."

"Pleeeease!" she cried. "I'm begging!"

I pushed the dildo into her cunt before it could fall out. I resumed fucking her with the monstrous toy, pushing it in and out at a slightly faster speed. I grasped the base of the butt plug with my other hand, and slowly started to pull it out of her ass. The thickest part of the plug was, of course, the part that was closest to her sphincter. As a result, she began to feel her anal ring stretching almost immediately. 

"Unghhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned. "It's ripping me."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, holding both the dildo and the butt plug firmly in place.

"No! Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please don't stop! Please!" she pleaded.

I resumed fucking her pussy with the dildo. The butt plug had slid back into place, so I had to recommence removal of that toy. 

"Unnnnnnnnghhhhhh!" she groaned, as the butt plug popped out of her ass. "I'mmmmmmm cummmingg againnnnnnnn!"

Before she could catch her breath, I dropped the butt plug on the bed, picked up her dildo, spit on the head, and placed it against her sphincter. She did not know what hit her as the dildo slid into her gaping asshole. 

"Unnnnnnnngggghhh!" Dawn groaned. "What are you .... doing .... to me?" I immediately started fucking both of her holes with the two massive dildos. I established an alternating rhythm, inserting one plastic cock while withdrawing the other, and then reversing the process. Her ass cheeks were shaking all over. Her moans grew louder and louder.

"Ungggggghhhhh! Mmmmmmmmm! Unggggggghhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmm!" she groaned.

I kept this pace up for almost five minutes. Dawn climaxed over and over, each orgasm building upon the last. Her face was flushed, her breathing was labored, and her fluids were splashing all over the sheets. The musky aroma of her natural perfume filled the room. 

"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" she grunted.

Finally, she could not take any more.

"Stop!" she panted. "No more. Please. I can't. No more."

I withdrew the dildo from her ass and put it on the bed. I released the dildo in her pussy, and watched as her muscles expelled it far enough for gravity to finish the process. I glanced at my watch, noted the time, walked over to the mini-bar, and removed two bottles of water.

Dawn collapsed on the bed. I handed her the bottle of water, but she just held it in her hand. She rolled over on her back, and lay there panting.

"Have a drink," I said to Dawn. "You look like you need to cool off a little."

A minute later Dawn sat up, handed me the bottle, and asked me to open it for her. Just as I was handing the bottle back to her, there was a knock on the door. Both Dawn and Tom turned toward me with surprised expressions on their faces.

"Right on time," I said. "Dawn, could you go get that?"

"Um, sure," she answered, with just a twinge of uncertainty creeping into her voice. "Who is it?"

"Don't worry about it," I told her.

Dawn stood up, pulled her dress down, and walked out of the bedroom. She attempted to straighten her hair and smooth her dress before reaching the door. I moved to the video camera, popped out the nearly full tape that was recording the events on the bed, plugged the camera into the television, and inserted the tape from Friday afternoon. I switched it to 'playback' mode, lowered the volume on the TV, and then joined Dawn in the sitting room.

"No, no, noooooo!" Tom wailed as the video of Dawn sucking anonymous cocks through the glory hole began to play. "Keep it down in there," I warned. "You're starting to piss me off. You aren't going to like what happens out here if I get angry."

Tom quieted himself. I turned toward Dawn and nodded in the direction of the door.

"Who is it?" Dawn called through the door.

"Room service," came the muffled reply.

Dawn unlocked and opened the door. A short, early thirties Latin man in black pants and a white shirt entered, pushing a cart laden with covered dishes. His name tag identified him as 'Armando' from Nicaragua. I pointed toward the small table near the window.

"We'll eat at the table," I told him.

I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and placed a fifty-dollar bill on the lamp table next to the sofa. I then walked over to the dining table and watched as Armando placed the various dishes and silverware in their proper locations. He set three place settings and then hesitated for a moment, looking around the room for the third person.

"Her husband is a little tied up at the moment," I told him. "But he will be joining us later. I think he will be ravenous when he finally comes."

Dawn smirked at my joke.

Armando reached under his cart and pulled out an ice bucket and a bottle of champagne. He opened the bottle and poured two flutes of bubbly. He looked at me as if asking whether to pour a third.

"Two for now, thank you," I responded to his unasked question. 

Armando handed me the room service check, indicating where to add my signature. While I was signing he packed up the wrappers and extra utensils, paused for a second, then started to slowly back the cart toward the door. 

"Armando, my friend," I said to him. "Your tip is on that table. Take it."

Armando's eyes widened as he glanced toward the lamp table. He pushed the cart toward the door, stopped at the table, and picked up the fifty-dollar bill.

"Thank you, Sir! Thank you very much."

"Don't call me 'Sir,'" I told him. Dawn snickered behind me.

"Armando," I said. "One more thing before you go."

"Yes."

"What do you think of this lady? Do you think she's pretty?"

"Yes. She is a very pretty lady."

"Is she sexy?"

"Oh yes, very sexy."

"Armando, what I mean is, well, I know she's a little older than you, and probably heavier than the girls you look at in clubs or at the beach, right? So what I want to know is, do you like looking at her? Is she sexy to you?"

"Y-yes," he stammered. This conversation was making him very nervous. It was also causing the front of his pants to resemble a tent.

"Do you like her tits? Have you ever seen such big tits on a woman?"

Dawn blushed. Armando started to shake the cart as he inched it closer to the door.

"I have to go. I am expected back in the kitchen."

Armando reached for the door handle.

"Stop!" 

Armando froze.

"Before you go, listen to my proposition. I am giving you a choice. You can take that fifty-dollar bill and be on your way. That's your tip. Or, you can hand me the fifty dollars, and this sexy lady will get down on her knees and blow you. Do you know what a blow job is? She'll lick your huevos and suck your verga down her throat, then she'll swallow every drop of your cum. The choice is yours."

Armando stood there, unmoving, like the proverbial deer in the headlights. 

I looked at Dawn, and then nodded in Armando's direction. She sashayed toward Armando. Upon reaching him, Dawn gently kissed Armando on the mouth, but the hotel employee was too stunned to return the favor. Without breaking the kiss Dawn groped for his zipper, pulled it down, and then fished out his erect cock.

"Aren't youe forgetting something, Dawn?" I asked.

Dawn looked at me, looked back at Armando, and then looked at me again. I rubbed my thumb and forefinger together. She got my message. Dawn reached for the fifty-dollar bill, removed it from Armando's shaking hand, and then resumed her kiss. A few seconds later she broke the kiss and walked toward me, pulling Armando along behind her by his dick. Dawn handed me the bill, dropped to her knees, and started licking the head of Armando's cock.

Dawn paused to unfasten Armando's belt, then pulled his pants to the floor. She tugged his underwear down to his ankles, and then resumed licking his cock. She licked all over the head, all over his balls, as well as up and down the shaft. She was getting ready to swallow the shaft when I interrupted.

"Where are my manners?" I asked. "I'm sorry, Armando, I almost forgot. You still haven't seen her tits.

"Dawn, take off your dress."

Dawn's eyes opened wide. She released Armando's cock, stood up, and turned her back toward him.

"Can you unzip me?" she whispered.

Armando's hands shook as he reached for her zipper. He slowly pulled it down, then dropped his hand to his waist. Dawn slowly lowered her straps over her shoulders. Once her arms were free, she pushed the dress to her waist. As soon as it passed her hips, gravity took over and it fell to the floor. She stepped out of the gown, and stood in the middle of the room, radiant in her beauty. All she had on were her shoes and jewelry. She wore several jeweled necklaces and a knotted string of pearls dangling between her enormous breasts. She had half a dozen bracelets on each wrist. She wore dangling, chandelier earrings and diamond studs. She had a ring on every finger. She wore multiple ankle bracelets on each leg. She had a heavy gold chain around her thick waist, and a slightly narrower white gold chain, as well. 

A client of mine who owns a jewelry store and is several months behind on his bill supplied the baubles. I occasionally borrow a few pieces from his store for special events. He was more than a little alarmed when I walked out on Thursday with genuine and costume jewelry valued at over a quarter of a million dollars. I imagined he would not relax until it was all returned on Monday morning. But that was his problem -- my weekend was proceeding perfectly.

Dawn knelt on the floor, placed her lips around Armando's cock, and sucked him in. She swallowed the entire length, and then pulled it back out. 

"Unghhhhh!" Armando groaned.

"She's good, isn't she?" I asked. "You should have seen her yesterday. She had so much cum on her you would have though she had been swimming at a sperm bank."

Armando tentatively placed his hands on the side of Dawn's head. She grabbed him by both ass cheeks and increased the speed of her bobbing motion. Dawn took his cock to the back of her throat over and over. Armando's moans filled the room. In less than five minutes he was bucking his hips and holding Dawn's head against his groin while he shot is juice down her throat. Dawn continued sucking until Armando was completely drained. Finally, he stepped back, pulled up his underwear and pants, and headed for the door.

"Well," I said. "How was she? Did you enjoy her? Was that the best blow job you have ever had in your entire life?"

"Yes. Yes. Thank you. Thank you very much. I have to be going now. The kitchen.... Looking for me. Thank you."

Armando hurried out the door, pushing the cart in front of him. As soon as the door closed behind him, I turned to Dawn and clapped my hands.

"Congratulations!" I told her. "You just turned your first trick. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, I guess," she responded. "That was actually rather easy."

"I was going to offer him your pussy or ass, but he was in such a hurry to get out of the room. I didn't think he could handle having any more fun. Still, I wonder how much cash you could have gotten out of him."

"Should we call him back later?"

"That won't be necessary. There is still plenty of fun for us tonight. But first, let's eat. Too bad Tom won't be able to join us. His food is going to be cold by the time he gets his dinner."

Dawn giggled, then turned to pick her dress up off the floor.

"Let me put my dress on, and I'll be right with you."

"Did I tell you to get dressed? Sit down, before I eat your food also."

Dawn sat down across the table from me. I lifted the cover off her dish, revealing a lobster dinner. My dinner was the same. The food was already getting cold, so the two of us ate rather quickly. We sipped champagne to wash down the lobster and risotto. Neither of us bothered with the vegetables or the salad. Dawn ate her bread, and then I gave her mine, as well. I suggested that we save the chocolate mousse for later, and despite the disappointment apparent on her face, Dawn agreed.

I refilled Dawn's champagne flute twice during dinner, and then poured the last of the bottle into her glass when we were through eating. I stood up to go to the bathroom, and instructed Dawn to clear the dishes and silverware to the hallway. 

I left the bathroom door open while I pissed. I wanted to watch Dawn wobble back and forth from the table to the hallway, bussing the dinner dishes while wearing only her high heels and jewelry. It took her three trips to clear the table, although if she tried harder I think she could have done it in two.

Dawn was closing the door when I finished in the bathroom. I walked to window and looked out on Biscayne Bay. The lights of a few ships were visible on the horizon, but otherwise the view consisted of darkness. 

"Have you been out on the balcony?" I asked.

"No, I didn't have time, earlier," Dawn responded.

"Come outside with me," I said, opening the door to the balcony. 

I felt the heat and the humidity as soon as I opened the door. Dawn stepped out first, carrying her glass of champagne in her right hand. Her heels clicked on the concrete surface. I closed the door behind us.

"Shouldn't I put some clothes on?" she asked. "What if someone sees me up here and calls to complain?

"Don't worry about it," I answered. "First of all, we are nineteen floors up. No one on the ground can see us up here, unless they have binoculars or a telescope. If someone is looking into hotel windows with a telescope, then it's mission accomplished, because you are precisely what he wants to see. 

"Second, only a fool would complain about seeing a naked woman -- especially a naked woman as sexy as you. 

"Now I suppose someone could see you from the next balcony over, but there are no lights on in that room, and the curtains are closed. I don't think the room is occupied. I'm not concerned."

"Alright, I guess its OK," Dawn replied.

"I don't need your approval," I reminded her. "This isn't a negotiation."

"I was just..."

"Silence!" I commanded. "When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it."

"Yes, Sir."

SMACK!

I slapped her ass with my open hand as hard as I could. The sound of that slap should have been audible all the way on South Beach.

"What did I tell you about calling me 'Sir'?"

"Not to."

"Apparently, you need something in your mouth to prevent you from talking too much. Suck my dick, whore."

Dawn immediately dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. I was already semi-erect, and as soon as my dick felt the warm, moist air, it was fully rigid. Dawn licked the head, licked up and down the shaft, and then swallowed the full length. I placed my hands on the side of her head, grabbed a fistful of hair in each hand, and started fucking her face. I pounded my cock in and out of her mouth several times, stopping only when she drooled saliva onto her breasts.




Dawn Defiled Ch. 02



"Stand up," I told her. "Take a look at the street below."

Dawn walked over to the railing, leaned over the edge, and looked down. Her jewelry sparkled in the moonlight. The railing was approximately four and a half feet high, so Dawn was not able to bend over at exactly ninety degrees. Nonetheless, with her heels on and her legs spread, her ass was sticking up just high enough for what I had planned.

"You've had your fun," I said. "Now it's my turn."

I slapped her ass again, although not nearly as hard. The intention behind that slap was guidance, not punishment. Dawn apparently understood. She spread her legs a little wider, and tilted her hips so that her ass rose a little higher. She folded her arms on the railing and rested her face on her forearms. She was a vision of loveliness in the warm night air, with her red hair blowing in the light breeze, her enormous tits falling heavily from her chest, and her big ass propped up by her thick, tapered legs which were resting on her delicate, high-heeled sandals. Even her hanging belly was erotically beautiful. 

I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out a foil-wrapped square of butter that I picked up during dinner. I opened the wrapper, pulled out the softened butter, and smeared it on Dawn's anus. I lined my cock up with her asshole, and pushed. My cock sank into her buttered ass in one smooth stroke.

The feeling of my cock in her ass was delicious. Despite the earlier abuse, her asshole was tight, warm, and-- thanks to the butter-- nice and slippery. I pulled my cock all the way out of her ass, wiped the last of the butter on the base of the shaft, and shoved it back inside her. I grabbed her by the hips and started pumping in and out of her rectum. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted with every thrust of my dick into her butt.

"I don't know if you realize," I said, "that my favorite part of a woman's body is her ass."

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted.

"I mean, boobs are fine, and yours are amazing, by the way," I continued.

"Ungh! Thank. Ungh! You. Ungh!"

"I really do love big, heavy boobs with well defined nipples. I'm not lying."

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

"But it's a woman's ass that drives me absolutely insane."

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

"The bigger, the better. I like an ass that is big."

"Ungh!"

"Wide."

"Ungh!"

"Round."

"Ungh!"

"And has a deep crack."

"Ungh!"

"Your ass is magnificent."

"Ungh! Thank. Ungh! You. Ungh!"

"So fat."

"Ungh!"

"So round."

"Ungh!"

"So wide."

"Ungh!"

"So deep."

"Ungh!"

"So warm."

"Ungh!"

"So tight."

"Ungh!"

"I could tear this ass up every night."

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

I glanced to my right and noticed that the light was on in the next room. I saw the curtains rustling, but no one stepped out onto the balcony. I glanced over several more times while I continued plowing Dawn's ass, but the balcony remained vacant.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Ungh! Good! Ungh!" "Just good?"

"Ungh! Amazing! Ungh!"

"What's amazing?"

"Ungh! Your cock! Ungh!"

"Where's my cock?"

"Ungh! In! Ungh! My! Ungh! Ass! Ungh!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the lights go out in the next room. I waited several seconds, then looked over and saw that the curtain was pulled back an inch or two from the edge of the door frame. I glanced over a few seconds later, and saw one eye peeking through the slit. That was all the encouragement I needed. 

"Are you ready, slut?" I implored.

"Ungh! Yes! Ungh!"

"Are you ready for my cum?"

"Ungh! Yes! Ungh!"

"Have you cum yet?"

"Ungh! Yes! Ungh! I! Ungh! Can't! Ungh! Stop! Ungh! Cumming!"

I pulled my dick out of her ass and pushed her to the floor. I glanced to the next balcony, and it appeared that there were now two pairs of eyes peeking around the curtain.

"On your knees!"

Dawn immediately knelt in front of me. I pushed her back a little, so that her ass was resting on her heels. She extended both arms toward me, but I pushed her hands away. I stepped toward her so that I was practically standing on top of her. I grabbed a handful of red hair with my left hand and pulled it back and down, forcing her head back uncomfortably. I grabbed my cock in the other hand and started stroking. 

"One thing I really like about you," I said, "is how good you look with a load of cum splattered all over your face."

I stroked a little faster. Normally, I only pull out for reasons related to birth control. On those rare instances of stupidity, I wait until the last possible second, then shoot it at my partner's ass or belly. But this time I was putting on a show, so I extended the performance as long as I could. 

"Do you want to taste my cum?" I asked.

"Yes."

I gave her a sharp slap across her face. 

"Oww!"

I did not hit her hard enough to hurt, but rather, just enough to sting a little and to make some noise.

"I said, DO YOU WANT TO TASTE MY CUM?!"

"Yes! Yes! I want your cum! Shoot it in my mouth! Shoot it all over me!"

I pulled back on her hair, causing her face to point straight up in the air and her mouth to open wide. I stroked two more times, and then I felt my balls explode. A torrent of sperm shot from my nuts and up my shaft. The first jet landed right in her mouth. The second hit her cheek, and the third landed on her neck. A fourth and a fifth blast splattered on her breasts. It was easily the biggest load of cum that I had shot all week, and most of it was dripping off her face. 

As I regained my composure, I noticed for the first time that I was sweating beneath my shirt. I looked down at Dawn and saw that her face and body were glistening with a thin film of perspiration. I also noticed that the mosquitoes had found our aerie. If we remained on the balcony much longer, we would become a feast for the ravenous insects. I helped her off the floor, and led her inside the suite.

"Wait for me in the bedroom," I told her.

"Can I get cleaned up?" Dawn asked.

"Did I tell you to get cleaned up?" I responded.

"No."

"Alright then."

I followed her to the bedroom, but turned toward the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I took off my clothes, peed, and then washed my dick off in the sink. When I exited the bathroom, I saw Dawn sitting on the bed, talking to Tom. Tom's erection was gone-- which didn't really surprise me-- since he had been on ice for over an hour. The tape of Dawn's performance at the glory hole had finished playing several minutes earlier. He could neither see nor hear us on the balcony. I was amazed that he was not complaining when we came back inside.

"Dawn," I said. "Tom seems to have lost his erection somewhere. Why don't you get down on your knees and see if you can help him find it?"

Dawn stood up and embraced Tom. An evil smile crept across her lips. She pulled his face toward her goo-covered breasts, and then slid down his body. Tom looked furious. He scowled at Dawn while fighting the urge to chastise her for rubbing his face in my cum. I glared at Tom, then smacked Dawn on the ass before Tom exploded. Dawn wiggled her ass and giggled, then got on the floor between Tom's thighs. She reached for Tom's dick, looked up at him with a curious grin, lowered her face to his groin, and started kissing the insides of his thighs. She kissed his balls, licked the head, and then started sucking. In less than a minute he was hard again.

She looked up at me and asked, "Is that good enough?"

"Give him some pleasure," I answered. "But not too much."

Tom's eyes shot daggers in my direction. I knew that Dawn would be paying Tom for her fun this evening for a very long time. She was also aware of that fact, but determined to run the tab as high as she could. 

I walked over to the video camera, removed the tape of Friday's performance, and replaced it with the last blank tape. I pointed the camera at Dawn and Tom and pushed 'record.' I turned to the bed, propped some pillows against the headboard, and made myself comfortable. Dawn licked up and down the shaft, and then gave his balls a tongue bath. She took the shaft into her mouth and bobbed her face up and down on his lap. About two or three minutes later, Dawn lifted her head and stood up.

"I better stop. He's almost ready to cum."

Tom groaned, but did not say anything.

"Get over here and suck my cock," I told her. "But first, turn the camera in this direction."

Dawn walked over to the camera, pointed it in my direction, and then climbed onto the bed. She crawled between my thighs and lowered her face to my cock. She hesitated for a second before taking it into her mouth. She looked up as if to thank me for washing, then swallowed my dick in one hungry gulp. "That's it baby, suck my cock," I urged.

I looked at the television monitor and saw nothing but the soles of Dawn's feet, her thick thighs, and her fat ass cheeks. She was directly in front of the camera, and her backside was blocking all of the action. Oh well, I hope Tom appreciates her ass as much as I do. 

Dawn sucked, licked and slurped all over my crotch. My groin was swimming in a pool of her saliva, but the recovery was progressing slowly. The best I could manage was a semi. Dawn's techniques were masterful, but not enough time had passed since my last ejaculation.

Suddenly, I had an idea.

"Turn around," I said. "Let me taste you."

"Mmmmmm, I've been waiting for this. I was beginning to wonder if Bibiana's stories about your pussy eating skills were just another urban legend."

"Get your fat ass over here, and continue sucking that dick."

I slid down so that I was laying flat on my back in the center of the bed. Dawn turned her body so that her head was facing my feet, and then lowered her crotch to my face. Her smooth pussy was still saturated with her juices. The aroma that filled my nostrils immediately caused my cock to stir. I spread her cheeks, extended my tongue, and started licking. Dawn immediately moaned, then resumed sucking my now hardening cock.

The first taste of Dawn's musky dew was exhilarating. Her arousal was immediately and unmistakably apparent. Dawn's pussy tasted of raw sex and sweat, and nothing else. There was no perfume, no soapy residue, no powdery reminders of her elegant femininity. This slut's cunt was on fire, hungrily anticipating whatever was to happen next.

At that moment I was overcome with the desire to consume her. I sucked her lips into my mouth, tugging on them with my teeth and drawing even more nectar from her. Dawn's lips swelled up in my mouth, becoming both thicker and longer as I sucked on her meaty flaps. Dawn arched her back, then let out a long, low moan.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she groaned. "That feels so good."

A second later Dawn remembered her role. She lowered her face to my cock, her jaws opening wide as she swallowed the entire shaft. Dawn's hot breath and wet tongue coaxed my cock to stand straight up and explore the back of her throat. My cock was rejuvenated, rigid, fully erect, and filling every corner of her mouth. 

I tried to moan, but no sound escaped from beneath her broad hips and fleshy ass. She was sucking me with enthusiasm, while grinding her cunt on my face with even more energy. Her vagina swallowed my nose, and her clit danced all over my lips and teeth. She was a sexual beast, racing to her orgasm while at the same time attempting to prove her worth by sucking the seed from my cock. I was a long way from reaching my climax, but I sensed that her's was rapidly approaching.

Suddenly, Dawn let go of my dick, lifted her head, and moaned.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! That's it! That's the spot! I'm .... cumming!"

Her fragrant juices streamed down my face as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over and through her. After her first big climax she enjoyed four or five smaller climaxes, all building toward another massive eruption. Her hips rocked as she ground her crotch onto my face. I sucked and licked, all the while trying to concentrate my attention on her clit. But she moved too quickly for me to keep up. My entire face was a series of knobs and protrusions that she rode from one peak to the next. Finally, she locked her thighs around my head, mashed her crotch on my mouth, and pushed downward. 

"Unghhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Yessssssss! I! Unghhhhhhhh! Can't! Mmmmmmmmm! Stop! Mmmmmmmmm!"

Dawn rolled off me and fell on the bed. Her chest was rising and falling as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Her skin was flushed and her nipples were sticking out like little pink thimbles on her undulating orbs.

"You aren't finished," I told her.

"I need to take a break," she responded between gasps of air. "I just need a few minutes to catch my breath."

"I don't need to catch my breath. In fact, I'm ready to pound that juicy little pussy until I hear you sing. Then you can rest."

"Sing?" Dawn asked. "Sing what? Why would I sing? I can't sing."

Tom started chuckling. He obviously got the joke that seemed to sail right over Dawn's head. It was the first sound I heard come out of him in some time. I predicted that it wouldn't be the last.

I rolled on top of Dawn, wedged my knees between her legs, and pushed her thighs apart. I leaned forward so that the head of my cock was pressing against her vagina. I nudged forward slightly, burying my cock to the base in one slippery stroke.

"Ungh!" Dawn grunted. Dawn shifted her hips, spread her thighs wider, wrapped her legs around my back, and drew me deeper inside her lusty furnace. I buried my face between her soft, fluffy boobs, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and started thrusting. The bedsprings creaked with every push, as the force of our combined weight compressed the balking metal coils. 

I adjusted my position several times, until I found the proper angle that allowed the head of my cock to rub against Dawn's G-spot with every thrust. I pounded her pussy for ten solid minutes, until the sound of her grunts and moans drowned out the creaking bed.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! That's the spot! Ungh! That's it! Ungh!"

"Fuck her! Pound her pussy! Fuck her like a whore!" Tom shouted. 

I was too busy to tell him to shut up. 

I moved my head to one side and rooted around on Dawn's chest, searching for a nipple. I located one of the little nubs, sucked it between my teeth, and chewed.

"Owwwwww! Careful! That hurts!"

I didn't relent. Her cries in my ear further fueled my passion. I slammed into her harder and harder, all the while maintaining considerable pressure on her left nipple.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooo! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuhhhh!"

"This is so fucking hot!" Tom interrupted, again. "Do you like his cock, baby? Is he fucking you good?"

"Yes! Yes!" 

Dawn stopped complaining, but her grunts became a continuous wail. I pounded her harder. Her wailing increased in volume. I was sure that the guests in the next room could hear her, and probably anyone out in the hallway, as well. 

"I'm! I'm! I'm! I'm! Cum... ming!"

I rolled off her, stood up, and walked to the side of the bed. I grabbed a handful of Dawn's red hair, turned her head toward me, and poked her face with my cock.

"Suck it," I told her.

She was still panting, but she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. I pushed the head past her lips, jamming it to the back of her throat. "What does it taste like?" I asked.

"Puthee," she gurgled.

"What kind of pussy?"

"Faad puthee."

"Get on your hands and knees."

I released the handful of hair I was clutching, removed my cock from her throat, and walked over to the video camera. Dawn rolled over, crawled to the center of the bed, put her face on the mattress, and raised her ass high in the air.

"Turn around," I told her.

Dawn turned and pointed her ass toward the camera. I removed the camera from the tripod and handed it to Tom. He had just enough movement in his hands that he could hold the camera between the armrest and the palm of his hand, but he could not operate any of the controls. I had to aim it for Tom, and then count on him to hold the camera steady.

"Can you hold onto this camera without dropping it?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Are you sure? If you have any doubt, let me know now. I can get the duct tape and tape it to your hand."

"I can hold it. I could hold it better if you removed the tape."

"Sorry, my friend. You're staying right there until I'm gone."

"You're an asshole."

"True, but I'm the asshole that's making your fantasy a reality. Just go along with the program, and everyone will have a good time."

By the time I got up on the bed, my erection was already starting to subside. I stood in front of Dawn, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her head to my crotch. She started sucking immediately. Seconds later, I was hard again.

I knelt behind Dawn and then, using both hands, I spread her ass cheeks wide open. I aimed my erect sword at her swampy hole and pushed, impaling her with a single thrust. I fucked her slowly, but gradually increased my speed when Dawn started thrusting her ass backward. Soon, the sounds of our flesh smacking together and the creaking of the bed springs were once again creating a symphony of eroticism. I pounded her for another ten minutes, then slowed to catch my breath. 

Dawn was ascending another peak, however, and would not tolerate a rest.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Fuck me like a whore!"

SMACK!

I slapped her ass as hard as I could.

"Yeah, slap my ass! Slap my ass! Slap my slutty ass!"

SMACK!

I slapped her other cheek.

"Slap my slutty ass! Fuck this filthy whore pussy! Fuck me harder! Use me! Fuck me!"

I pulled my cock out of her pussy, stood up, and walked around to the front of the bed.

"Nooooooo!" Dawn wailed.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled. I stuck my cock in her face and told her between clenched teeth, "My cock smells like whore; lick it off."

Dawn hungrily licked my cock, from the tip all the way to my balls. Just for fun, I grabbed a handful of hair and shoved my cock to the back of her throat. I held her head in place until she began to cough. I pulled it out, and then shoved it in one more time. I held her head until a string of drool escaped her mouth and dropped to the bed. Satisfied, I let go and knelt behind her, ready to resume fucking.

That minute or two of rest was sufficient for me to fully recharge my batteries. I clutched a fistful of hip flesh in each hand, aimed and launched my cock into her cunt, and then pounded her body even harder than before. The smacking sound caused by our bodies colliding over and over was drowning out all other sound in the room. I thrust in and out, slamming my body forward while digging my fingers into her love handles and pulling her toward me. 

"Ungh! That's it! Ungh! That's it! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

I felt my balls tightening, and I knew I was minutes away from cumming. I pounded her hard and deep, thrusting with all of my strength. If she weren't so well padded, I am sure that we both would have been bruised from waist to mid-thigh. I pounded and pounded, smacking my groin against her ass and thighs over and over. My cock was a blur-- a piston pumping at hundreds of strokes per second. I felt a burning in the back of my brain as I reached another plateau. I could have cum at any second, but as long as Dawn's pleasure continued to rise, I was determined to push her another notch higher. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Yes! Yes! Ungh! Yes!"

I let go of my restraint. My brain exploded as a flood of pleasure washed over me. My balls contracted, then felt like they would burst. A jet of sperm rushed up my shaft and splashed into her womb. I continued thrusting as my cum flooded her cunt. Finally, I collapsed on the bed. 

I laid still for several minutes, waiting for my breathing to slow and my ears to stop ringing. I fought the urge to just let go and doze off. I looked over at Dawn, who had collapsed beside me. A river of semen was flowing out of her pussy and soaking the bed linens. I looked at Tom and saw that he was still holding the camera as instructed, and he was still fully erect.