6 comments/ 19594 views/ 6 favorites Fed By: hclay84 ‬Your small hands undo my belt while I watch,‭ ‬lightly stroking your hair with my fingers while you slide the jeans down my waist and thighs,‭ ‬to the floor.‭ ‬I step out of them,‭ ‬and my body is even closer to where you sit on the edge of the bed.‭ ‬You look up at me with naked eyes,‭ ‬asking for permission.‭ ‬My own eyes drink in your lust as I pull myself through the opening in my boxers.‭ ‬Your eyes are on it now,‭ ‬hungry.‭ ‬But you're not allowed to do it unless I tell you to.‭ ‬You're not allowed to do anything unless I tell you to.‭ With one hand in your hair,‭ ‬I pump myself to hardness.‭ ‬Inches from your mouth,‭ ‬my swelling tool pulses,‭ ‬warm and smooth and stiff for you.‭ ‬Your mouth is open slightly.‭ ‬I watch your tongue move.‭ ‬My hand in your hair holds you while I tease you with my prick.‭ "Touch yourself,‭" ‬I whisper,‭ ‬and you look at me again with pleading,‭ ‬watery eyes.‭ "‬When you're ready you can have it.‭" I see your hands at your sides,‭ ‬floating with uncertainty.‭ "‬Take off your panties,‭" ‬I say,‭ ‬and you push them down around your sitting hips with a slight squirm that makes me want to throw you back and nail you then and there,‭ ‬but I don't. ‭ "‬Put your hands between your legs.‭" You tuck your fingers into your lap,‭ ‬anxiously finding the dampness‭ ‬of‭ ‬your sex.‭ I step forward,‭ ‬putting my legs between yours,‭ ‬spreading them wide.‭ ‬My erection brushes your cheek.‭ ‬I pull your hair back gently to make you look at me again.‭ "Do you want to suck me‭?" You whimper and nod.‭ ‬I grasp myself tightly,‭ ‬relishing the tight feeling of arousal jutting from my body.‭ ‬I put it close to your lips,‭ ‬and your tongue dances over them in anticipation.‭ ‬I release myself for a moment,‭ ‬reaching out to touch the pretty face I want to fuck.‭ ‬Wrapping my fingers‭ ‬back‭ ‬around my thickness,‭ ‬I guide it toward your waiting mouth.‭ ‬I take my hand from your hair to‭ ‬pull your chin down...your mouth opens wetly,‭ ‬and I hear your breath coming heavily from an empty throat.‭ With one hand cradling your cheek,‭ ‬I feed you my manhood piece by piece,‭ ‬savoring the feeling of your pretty lips around my candy cockhead.‭ You open and close your mouth around the thick tip,‭ ‬then slide your lips down the shaft.‭ ‬I feel your tongue flutter around me,‭ ‬slipping deeper,‭ ‬until you swallow me whole and I fill your throat with cock.‭ I stroke your neck with my hand,‭ ‬feeling my hardness.‭ ‬I touch your lips with my fingers,‭ ‬feeling where I end and you begin.‭ ‬For a while I let you blow me,‭ ‬watching your wonderful head twist and bob and suck around my rigid‭ ‬flesh.‭ ‬I look down on you,‭ ‬your legs spread wide,‭ ‬your hands between them,‭ ‬fingers curled inside yourself,‭ ‬wishing they were me.‭ Your pussy wants me and you moan for it,‭ ‬and my breath comes deep and hard as your slutty sounds excite my flesh.‭ I want it harder now.‭ ‬I put my hands on your head and thrust.‭ ‬Your breath rushes against my skin as I‭ ‬curl my fingers in your hair.‭ ‬And I stop letting you suck me and I fuck your mouth with long,‭ ‬slow thrusts. ‭ ‬Your body quivers while I use it.‭ ‬Your hands are on my legs,‭ ‬on my waist,‭ ‬up your shirt,‭ ‬between your legs.‭ And then I pull it out,‭ ‬and you gasp a little when the wet,‭ ‬glistening length leaves your open mouth.‭ ‬I let you gasp,‭ ‬and then I firmly lay you‭ ‬back,‭ ‬spread your legs around my waist and take you,‭ ‬all of you.‭ ‬I stretch your arms above your head and bind your hands in mine.‭ ‬I crush your flesh into the bed with heavy strokes,‭ ‬my body taut and hungry,‭ ‬muscles stretching hard and humping crazy rhythms on your curves.‭ I fold your fuck doll body like a paper flower,‭ ‬opening and closing,‭ ‬opening and closing till it bursts into confetti pleasure,‭ ‬piñata deathstrokes bursting sharply in your loins,‭ ‬the joyous heat of you bringing me to boiling.‭ ‬I express the thrill inside you,‭ ‬stuffing your ecstasy with my bliss.‭ ‬My excited boy explodes between your legs,‭ ‬pumping liquid lust through solid flesh,‭ ‬into your clutching womb.‭ ‬And I have my high moment above the world,‭ ‬while my body confesses to your depths.‭ ‬Hot waves crash loudly,‭ ‬then recede.‭ ‬I pant and sigh and rest my spinning head against your neck,‭ ‬and my mind feels light and clean.‭ And when the tremors cease,‭ ‬we sleep. Fed But Not Sated You're early. I'm just out of the shower, hair still wet, barefoot. I haven't even had time to button my shirt when you knock on my door, the linen clinging to my still-wet back. Things aren't ready, dinner's still cooking, I haven't set the table. I wanted everything to be just so. I open the door and you're there, blinding and inviting at once. Jet hair that shines so darkly, blue-black against the streetlight outside. A short, loose skirt stops just where the muscles of your thigh begin to taper towards your knee. A shirt of dark satin, gossamer, so thin that I imagine I can see your breasts even though the fabric is opaque. Already, I feel a rush of blood downward and my fingertips warm. I've barely opened to mouth to say hello when you step inside quickly, closing the door behind you with one arm. I step back, surprised and that shot of warmth into my groin spreads. You reach out one index finger, slowly but not tentatively, lift a bead of water from the hair on my chest, touching me so lightly I can't be sure you touched me at all. I turn my head, disoriented by desire, checking on the neatness of the room behind me. I'm already losing control. The candles glint in the ruby pools of the wine glasses. I turn back to you and open my mouth slightly, suddenly feeling as if my breath cannot come deeply enough. Your finger, hovering on the thin gauze of hair, traces downward, never actually touching the skin, until it comes to rest in the open groove of the fly of my jeans. I've forgotten to button the top button and your fingertip is nestled in the "v" of the open waist, a fingernail bending the top of the waistband of my boxers. Another surge of warmth and a tingle in my cheeks. I won't hold out much longer. You look up from your finger to meet my eyes and there's a smile peeking at the corners of your mouth. I swallow and watch the progress of your other hand as it lifts toward my face and disappears around my head, tangling your fingers into my hair. You bring my head down to yours and kiss me deeply without preamble, no testing pecks or coy brushes. Your tongue presses into my mouth and I moan quietly and involuntarily. I feel the tip of your finger slide into the waistband of my boxers and trace a light back-and-forth path. The dam breaks. I clasp you to me, mouth searching, and your arms encircle me, the satin of your blouse maddeningly smooth against my stomach. Tongue darting, circling, lips pressing, I find your ear, the hollow of your throat, your temple. Already, your hand is sliding into my boxers and a fingernail brushes the tip of my cock. I grasp your wrist and stop you. My knees are shaking but this is my show now. I twist the arm behind your back, pressing it tightly to the small of your back. You arch your neck and inhale sharply. I look into your eyes for a second, holding them, before returning my mouth to your skin. My other hand works the buttons of your shirt as your arm continues to grip my back tightly, the other still held firmly behind you. I open your shirt and unclasp your bra with my free hand and push them both off until the dangle in a clump from the wrist I've pinioned to your back. Your nipples contract and you lean forward until the fine hair that paves a path from my chest to my crotch whispers over your nipples. Now you express moans over which you have no control. The zipper of your skirt falls to my dexterity as well and before you even realize it, you are wearing only your panties, your skirt an untidy heap at your ankles. Releasing your wrist, I turn you around and, leaning my body into yours, pressing the bulge now straining at the fly of my jeans into the curve of your buttocks, my weight pushes you slowly, inexorably, into the wall. Your breath is coming as quickly as mine now and you lift your ass slightly as your palms press flat against the wall, your will no longer your own. I jerk your panties down and lift your feet to free your legs of their feathery weight. You are gloriously nude now and I pause to admire you, the shallow furrow of your spine, the swell of your hips. You start to turn your face to look over your shoulder at me but I stop it with a firm hand on your cheek. "No." It's the first I've spoken, the first word uttered by either of us. "Don't look. Just listen." I pull the tab of my zipper down excruciatingly slow, so that each tooth announces its freedom. I whip off my light shirt and return to my jeans. As I lean forward to draw them off my legs, my face is brought within an inch of your ass, my nose at the cleft where your thighs begin to join again into that beautiful delta. I can smell your arousal now and I shudder again. Boxers follow jeans and I'm on you again, mouth exploring your neck, my hands covering yours on the wall. I bend my knees and push my hips forward. When I stand again, my cock enters you in one quick, unexpected motion. You gasp and lift onto your toes then sink back and your ass circles, tiny orbits around my shaft. I pull out until the just tip is inside you. I pause and you groan and your husky moan is like a tide of hot water over my body. I press forward again, arching my back, sinking into you. With undulations of my hips, I begin moving in and out of you, my pelvis rocking in a wave and I almost stop in amazement at the sheer wonder of your back, now dewy with sweat, the luxurious blanket of ebony hair that flows down it. I lean back and grasp your hips. Our cries mingle now and become more animal with each stroke. I'm moving faster, my thighs burning, my hands traveling over your back and hips and ass. You press back to meet each stroke and I can feel you grip me, a silky vise that envelops me. I feel your flutter and you gasp and your fingernails scrabble against the wall, your body shaking with climax. Your moans through clenched teeth spark a familiar tingle deep inside my groin. A quicksilver stream of fire races up my spine and down my legs and my thighs clench, my hands squeezing the velvet soft flesh of your hips and my mouth opens and cry out your name in a choked tone, pleasure strangling me, I push into you, deeper, my eyes squeeze shut, and I come and come and come. The waves of terrible ecstasy finally fade and my head drops forward. I can hear you breathing heavily and desire screams at my flesh to awaken again. Dinner can wait. Fed Up!! She let herself in the back door and silently closed and locked it. Three AM! If daddy caught her, there would be hell to pay. She crept quietly down the hall to her bedroom. Opening the door, she stepped inside. Then she turned on the light and turned around. Daddy was sitting on her bed! "You're running a little late aren't you?" he asked in a menacing tone. "I'm sorry daddy. We were having such a good time and I lost track of what time it was and when I saw how late it was I knew I had to get home so I came right away." This wasn't Sarah's first indiscretion. She had started 'losing track of time' right after her eighteenth birthday three years ago. "You have an eighteen year old sister. What are you teaching her? I've been pretty lenient with you in the past, but now I've had enough. You've got a choice, submit to my punishment for your indiscretions or hit the trail. I'm fed up with this crap!" cried Allen. "Daddy you wouldn't really throw me out would you? I promise, I'll do better. I won't be late any more. I'll be good. I know that Karen looks up to me. Please don't throw me out." "I've had enough of your promises. The only way to change you is to either punish you or fire you. What's it gonna be?" She silently shuffled her feet with her head hung low. She sobbed quietly. "I guess that means you want to accept your punishment. Tell me straight up. You're either staying here or you're not." "What kind of punishment? I can't take much. I'm too delicate." "I'm not going to negotiate with you. Either accept it or start packing. I'll be waiting in my room no more than five minutes for your answer!" Her daddy got up and stalked out of her room. So, she thought, I've finally really pissed him off. Oh why couldn't I have just watched the clock? She got into her pajamas as she mulled over her situation. There really wasn't much to mull over. She had no job and no money. If he kicked her out she'd be living on the street. Damn!! She would have to accept his punishment. She didn't know what to expect. Daddy hadn't punished her since before mama died and that was fifteen years ago. She padded barefoot down the hall and knocked lightly on her daddy's door. "Come in!!" his voice boomed. She entered the room with her head down and a few tears running down her cheeks. "I've decided to accept your punishment daddy," she said quietly, "Please don't hurt me! Please, please, please!" This usually got her off the hook. It didn't work this time. "Come over here by the bed," her daddy ordered. She sheepishly scurried across the room and stood submissively by his bed. "First, I'm going to spank you like a little kid and I'm going to do it on your bare ass, so get those pajama bottoms off." She looked at him in horror and hesitated. "But daddy, you'll see my everything." She balked. "Go pack," he answered. She cried as she dropped her pajama bottoms exposing her sweet little ass and her pretty little pussy. "You may as well lose the top too," he told her. "But daddy, you'll see my titties." "Go pack," he answered. She was crying hard as she dropped her top on the floor beside her bottoms. "Come over here and lean across my lap! Don't even think about trying to shield your butt. Keep your hands on the floor in front of you." Sobbing, she bent over his lap. Her tits pressed into his leg. She could feel his hardon at her hip. SMACK!! The first blow landed squarely on her butt cheek. SMACK!! The next one was harder than the first one. Her butt was starting to burn. SMACK!! Number three landed with ferocity. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The blows were raining down on her butt turning it a bright red. "Please daddy, please stop. I've learned my lesson. I'll be good." "We are nowhere near done! You deserve a lot more than a little swat on the ass for the shit you've put me through!" She felt his big, strong hand massaging her butt cheeks. Occasionally his finger tips would brush her exposed pussy lips. Her whole rear end felt like it was on fire. "Please don't spank me anymore daddy. Can't you punish me some other way?" "As a matter of fact, I've been thinking about this for quite some time now. Get down on your knees between my legs, pull my shorts off and start sucking my cock!" Sarah was absolutely astounded by her daddy's demand. "But daddy that would be incest. It's not legal." "Go pack." She dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts off. His seven inch cock was hard as a brick. She wrapped her hand around it and kissed the tip. She looked up shyly at her daddy. "I can tell you've done this before girl. Just pretend I'm one of your dumb ass boyfriends." Sarah sucked his dick into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. It was driving him crazy. He held her head tightly to his member as she sucked away. He felt that rumble down deep in his balls. She felt it too and started to pull his dick out of her mouth. She had never let anyone cum in her mouth. He tightened his grip on her head. "Drink it all. Don't waste a drop. Get used to it; you'll be doing a lot of it in the near future." He squirted a long stream of cum down her throat. He fell back on the bed dragging her with him. He pulled her on top of him and pressed his lips to hers. He could taste himself in her mouth. "You are now my slut, my whore and my wife. You are going to sleep with me every night. Let's see how long it takes you to forget that gang of losers you are running with. You are now restricted to this house unless I take you out. You will be naked at all times unless your sister is present. Is there anything you don't understand?" "But daddy, what if you make me pregnant?" "So what? Women are supposed to be pregnant. You'll be my slut, my whore, and my wife, until the baby gets here. Then, you'll be a mommy." "What about Karen? She's bound to notice that I'm sleeping with you. What will we tell her?" "Tell her I'm fucking you and that you love it. Now I'm going to fuck you. You deserve this. Since there is now no way out, I suggest you try to enjoy it." Allen rubbed her vulva roughly He could feel her slit. It was starting to get wet. He thumbed her clit and smiled as she moaned. He probed her pussy with his tongue and rammed it into her. Sarah screamed when she felt her daddy's tongue penetrate her pussy. She had only been eaten once before and it hadn't been anywhere near this good. She started to writhe in rhythm with his licks. Before she thought it was possible her orgasm took over her body. "Oh daddy, I'm cumming!! I'm cumming on your face! Don't stop, please, please don't stop!" she shrieked. Allen enjoyed the overabundance of sweet pussy juice she deposited in his mouth. I'll be eating her forever, he thought. His cock had regained its strength. Allen slid up her body and slid his dick into her. She was very wet and very tight. "Are you sure you're not a virgin?" he asked. "No daddy, I'm not. You feel really good so deep inside me. I'm starting to be glad I fucked up." He pumped into her with renewed vigor, knowing now that she was enjoying being screwed by her old man. Her pussy tightened around his dick as she orgasmed again. He felt her quivering vagina as it tried to milk his dick. His orgasm over whelmed him and he slammed his cock as deep into her as he could. His toes curled and he stiffened over her as he delivered the potent jet of fluid into her center. It occurred to him that he was no longer punishing her. "Oh daddy, your cum feels so good inside me. We've got to do this more and more. It's all warm and squishy. I love it." Two days later Karen was slowly wising up to the fact that Sarah was sleeping in daddy's bed. "So Sarah, what's the deal with you and daddy?" "Well, I really fucked up for the last time so he took me into his room, spanked my bare ass and then fucked me to death. It was great!" Karen was astounded at this revelation. "But that's incest. You could get pregnant!" "Daddy wants babies. I'm gonna give them to him. Maybe you should give him a try. He's bound to be better than that freak you're dating now. It's a wonder you haven't caught some horrible disease from him." "Freddy's not that bad once you get past all those piercings and tattoos. To tell the truth, I have had some evil thoughts about daddy from time to time. Are you sure you won't care if I try him out? How are we going to work this? He's always here and you're always here." "I have to be here. He's grounded me. In fact when you're not around he makes me take off all my clothes so he can nail me whenever he wants." "How about tonight you go to bed early. I know there is a football game on that he wants to watch. I'll seduce him while you're in the bedroom. I'll let him have it on the living room rug!" "That sounds good to me sis. Frankly our old man has just about worn me out. I could use a break." Sarah and Allen were sitting on the sofa. Allen was playing with her nipples while watching the pre game show. "I'm really tired and I'm going to bed," Sarah suddenly announced. "I was hoping I could play with your titties during the game," Allen replied dejectedly. "Please not tonight daddy. I'm tired. I know you'll be in to juice me up as soon as the game is over anyway." "You've got a point there," Allen chuckled. As Sarah strolled down the hall she tapped lightly on Karen's door. Not stopping, she entered the room she shared with daddy. Karen heard the light tapping on her door and she knew it was time to swing into action. She had on a filmy see through negligee that just barely covered her butt. She wore no panties and no bra. Her ample breasts held the garment away from her body. WOW! She slipped into the living room and spotted daddy on the sofa. All he had on was his boxers. He hadn't counted on company. Karen almost always stayed in her room. He didn't have time to cover up as Karen rounded the end of the sofa and plopped down next to him. She nuzzled his neck and kissed his cheek. "What's on daddy?" "Football! You're kind of underdressed aren't you, honey?" "No I'm not daddy. I'm dressed just right for the kind of sport I'm going to play." "And what exactly would that sport be honey?" "Daddy you may as well know that I had a long talk with Sarah. She told me what you guys are doing. I've always wanted to fuck you daddy, so that's why I'm dressed this way. Sarah and I are going to share you." "Karen, are you sure you want to do this? Do you know that it will mean giving up your loser friends including that pin cushion you're dating? Once you start there can be no turning back. Do you still want to do it?" "Oh yes daddy! I've wanted this for along time ever since I was in junior high. Now that I'm eighteen, I can do what I want with whomever I want. What I want is you. You told Sarah you were going to impregnate her. I want that too daddy. Please." Allen was never one to look a gift horse (or pussy) in the mouth. He wrapped his big arms around her shoulders and she melted into him. She offered her lips so he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Her hand crept up his leg finally finding his engorged member lurking inside his boxers. She quickly stripped his underwear off and held on tightly to his hardon. He grabbed the flimsy nighty and ripped it from her leaving her completely nude. His hand squeezed her pussy and found it wet. He raised his fingers to his lips and tasted her nectar. He got on his knees on the floor and parted her thighs. He licked and sucked on her feet, then knees and finally his lips brushed her prize. The warm musky scent of her pushed him far past the point where he could have stopped. He softly licked her vulva. His licking got harder and his tongue found her vagina. She was producing lots of love juice and he happily sucked up as much as he could. "C'mon daddy, let's do it!" she urged. She tumbled off the sofa and onto her back on the living room rug. He mounted her and thrust his cock into her as far as it would go. "Oh, yes daddy!" she squealed. Her pussy was a quivering mass of juicy flesh, milking him, wanting his sperm. She flexed her pussy muscles and they rippled down his cock. He thrust into her with savage abandon. She came twice. Finally he said, "You're going to receive my baby. I'm cumming inside you!" "Yes, daddy, yes, squirt me full. Give me your baby!" "Unh!" Allen grunted as he released his sperm laden semen into her unprotected cunt. "My God, you are good pussy. We must do this a lot. You have to share our bed." Six weeks later Sarah said, "Daddy, I'm pregnant." Three weeks after that Karen made a similar announcement. All three of them sleeping in the same bed made for some really fun times, especially as the pregnant young women grew larger and larger. But that's another story. Fed Up Night before, they'd went to a movie, and this was the first time they'd done that in a long while. It's too expensive nowadays, and people are too shitty. Too rude. Nobody will stop fucking with their smartphones the whole stupid time. You can't concentrate. It's not worthwhile. It was a Wednesday night when they went so that time worked out better than usual, just on account of the place being mostly deserted. Something to remember in the future ... The flick they picked was a romcom. 'Cause she liked the guy in it a lot. Her boyfriend kept saying he was a douchebag. He only felt that way obviously because he was jealous of her digging the guy so much. As for the actress in the thing, in some stuff she was real good and other times she wasn't. Her boyfriend said she was hot but not convincing in the role they gave her. Hilary had to agree. In the movie she was supposed to be a hardass cop on an undercover assignment. It wasn't particularly believable. The guy was playing a bounty hunter who busts her by mistake. She has to get away from him without blowing her cover, yadda-yadda-yadda ... There were a couple pretty steamy parts, slightly more explicit than usual in that kind of movie. Bounty hunter has the girl handcuffed to her bedframe in their motel room while he takes a shower (this is after a big chase scene through a train yard during a thunderstorm) and she tries to pick the lock on the cuffs while he's out of sight with a hairpin (could that work in real life?) and of course the guy comes back in wrapped in a towel just as she gets free, so then they have a big tussle smashing up the place that turns into a hump scene after he uses his towel to tie her down again. Watching a scene like that with her boyfriend in a theatre they had pretty much all to themselves was actually pretty embarrassing and uncomfortable. They hadn't had any sex in almost a month because of conflicting schedules. They had some that night when they got home after the movie. It didn't turn out very good. At least for Hilary it sure didn't. She had a feeling her boyfriend was thinking about the movie star the whole time. He didn't look her in the eye, and he finished real quick—too quick for her to get to come. She'd been thinking about the male movie star but not in the same way. She didn't try to pretend she was with him. She'd wanted to but didn't let herself, and even if she had, the fantasy wouldn't have paid off. All it would have done was further highlight the deficiencies of her boyfriend's performance. No surprise, next day she was not in a happy mood. She didn't confront him directly about what happened. She didn't consciously intend to punish him for it, and yet it seemed that was what she ended up doing. Every time she opened her mouth, something mean came out. She couldn't stop doing it. She got shittier and shittier as the day progressed. Not just with him—with everybody. She'd turned into the biggest bitch in the world. It made her mad at herself that she couldn't control it, and of course that anger made her behavior get worse. Finally her boyfriend got fed up enough to stop putting up with her. That was unusual for him—he'd put up with anything, most of the time. It was hard to fight with him because you couldn't make him fight back. He'd just hunker down and get quiet and look sheepish until you exhausted yourself and laid off of him. Mostly he'd leave you feeling like the guilty one, whether he originally deserved to get screamed at or not. It was an insidious strategy. Probably in the end it was gonna be the thing that made her dump his ass. Probably she should have dumped his ass already a long time back. She still wasn't sure why she hadn't yet. There really wasn't all that much she liked about the guy. There was nothing terrible about him, looks-wise or personality-wise. He had nothing special going on either. Best you could say, he wasn't as big a doofus as all the other doofuses she'd dated beforehand. A fact which left Hilary with little confidence she could find a better replacement. That afternoon out of nowhere he suddenly demonstrated a tiny bit of backbone. She was ranting about the stupidity of someone at work and he had the audacity to interrupt her and challenge what she was saying. "You shouldn't call her a retard. Regardless what she did. It's not cool to use that word anymore." "You're the Word Police, today? What the fuck difference does it make? She can't hear me anyway. If she could, I'd still tell her she was retarded—'cause that's how she acts, every single day. Like a fucking retard! You don't like hearing me talk that way? Fine, tough guy. What the fuck you gonna do about it?" "Well, what I oughta do when you act like this—like a goddamn spoiled stuck up brat—is put you across my knee." She'd snorted coffee out her nose. "Like in your wildest dreams you had half the balls to try some shit like that! Honestly, now you're the retard!" She was still laughing when he grabbed her arm and pulled her around from the kitchen counter, while with his other hand, he moved a chair from under the dining room table behind him, so he had a place to sit down. The chair legs scraped brutally across the kitchen tile—they left marks. She didn't stop laughing when he pulled her down over his lap. "Gimme a break," she told him, and went to lift up again. He didn't let her. And to her surprise, she wasn't able to pull loose from his grip. "You better let go of my arm right now, buster. I'm not gonna tell you again." He didn't respond. Actually he did, just not with words. His response was to pull her pants down. She was wearing khaki capri's, and they were a pair that fit her fairly snug. He made the button bust off them when he forced them off her butt. "You shit! I'm not kidding anymore! I'm gonna rip your nuts off for that!" She had on a plaid shirt with a tail—wrinkled but somewhat dressy. He grabbed a fistful of the bottom of it and jerked it up her back to get it out of the way. Since it slipped right back where it was when he let go of it, he tried again, and that time he was more violent. He shoved the back of the shirt all the way over her head. He did that with so much force that the top seams of both sleeves tore—they didn't rip completely. About a third of the way around, she found out later. Would have ruined the collar too if the shirt was buttoned more in the front, only it wasn't. She screamed—in fury. She was too pissed off at him to get scared. Not even when he ripped down her panties. "I will never fucking forgive you for this! I swear to God!" She almost got away from him. Kicking, twisting and whiplashing her whole body, she almost got the chair they were on to topple backwards, and shimmied her arm from his hand. He grabbed her hair instead—and then trapped her legs with one of his. She clawed at his hand and his forearm behind her head—drawing blood with her fingernails. That made him swear. "Bitch! Shit! Fuck! Jesus!" It never made him let go. Both her shoes flew off her feet, because of all her crazy kicks. One knocked over the floor lamp in the living room. "You're only making it worse for yourself," he pronounced. He walloped her bare bottom again and again and again and again. She couldn't escape it and she couldn't stop him. She was beaten. In both senses of the word, Hilary was beaten. "Ahhaahh! Fuck! Fuck you! Uhhaahuuh! Uhhgghhnn!" Despite these exclamations, and the feverish kicks of her feet in the air behind her, there was never much pain, not like she thought there would be when it started ... Her buttcheeks stung worse between slaps than when his hand landed on her. In fact the slaps—the moments of impact, thunderous as each one was—they seemed to make the stinging stop dead for a split second, and then come back reinvigorated. If he had spanked her a lot more, hitting harder and with a faster pace, she would probably hardly have felt it. Because there wouldn't be any space left for the stinging to fit in. He knew better than that. Gave her a good few seconds after each slap, waiting to hit her again until the stinging started to fade. She wasn't sure how he could time it as good as he did—he had a knack. It was another separate sensation that had the majority of her attention, during the entire experience. Vertigo, like on a rollercoaster. A suction inside her. In her tummy. The picture in her head was a vortex, a whirlpool. A black hole in deep space—inner space, rather than outer space. It was turning her inside out. Each time she was spanked, the hole got bigger and spun faster and sucked harder. Gobbled up more of her guts and more of her spirit. Already it seemed like there shouldn't be anything left of her. Everything she had was completely gone, gobbled up. It didn't matter, the suction wouldn't stop. It would go on and on as long as the spanking did. She wasn't the same person anymore. That vortex had erased them and left somebody else in the spot they'd been occupying across her boyfriend's lap. Hilary didn't struggle anymore. She didn't scream. She didn't cry. She didn't cuss. She felt sleepy and warm. She felt peaceful. Not happy, not unhappy either—it was like happiness didn't matter. Those were petty, trivial emotions and she was beyond both of them. "This is what you get!" her boyfriend announced, sounding very far away, "If you act like a brat! This is what you get!" "Okay," she said, "Okay." She felt proud of her boyfriend—she'd never felt that way about him before—and she felt grateful to him—she'd never felt that for him, either, not like this. He had finally managed to impress her, was the thing. And to surprise her. She hadn't imagined he could do that. She hadn't imagined anybody could. This was a humbling experience. Deeply, genuinely humbling. "Say you're sorry!" her boyfriend commanded, "Say you're fucking sorry!" "I'm sorry," she said meekly, "I'm so sorry. I won't be a brat no more, I promise." She realized her boyfriend had a boner. She could feel the bulge beneath her. She felt it swell more when she apologized. She wasn't pissed about it. She wanted to be—she tried to be. She couldn't manage it. Her pussy had got wet. Maybe it had been wet already or maybe it just happened right that second when she felt his boner. She couldn't tell for sure, she couldn't decide. Either way, it was wet now and it was also burning inside, and twitching. It wanted his cock inside it. Her pussy wanted to feel that really bad. And thinking it over, Hilary didn't disagree with the notion. She moaned. "Ohh. Oh God. Oh." He slid a fingertip over the crease of her pussy, testing it for seepage. He found plenty there. "Don't tease me like that," she said, "Please." "I'm not teasing," he answered. He stood her up and then got to his feet himself. She looked at him and he looked at her and both of them blushed. Then he made her turn around and lean over the kitchen table. Her pants and underwear were still bunched together around her calves. Her shirt was bunched around her arms. He flicked open the clip of her bra between her shoulder blades, and her breasts dropped loose—it sent a fresh quiver of excitement through her, though the bra did not fall away from them completely because of its shoulder straps. Then she heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. She looked over her shoulder at him and at his cock. She watched him slide it into her, and moaned again the same as she had a moment ago. The moan turned to a yelp when he thrust all the way in and his pelvis smacked against her scorched bottom. Whole time he fucked her from behind that way, it felt like he was still spanking her while he did it. That didn't distract her from or inhibit the pleasure like she feared it might. Her stinging ass contrasted quite nicely—quite powerfully, in fact—with everything else he made her feel inside her pussy and, indeed, throughout the rest of her body as the sensations surged and spread to completion. In the next several days she would have to spend a large portion of them puzzling about what had happened that afternoon and what it meant. What her boyfriend had done to her was abusive—borderline, at the very least. It had, irrefutably, turned her on. The wrongness of it, maybe, more than anything else. She let him fuck her afterward and had the best orgasm of her life up to that point. She never thought of herself as the kind of girl that was drawn to bossy, take-charge kind of men. Instead in all her relationships, she preferred to run things. She was always the one who wore the proverbial pants. Now a guy had pulled those pants down and spanked her like a naughty schoolgirl, and it made her cream for him. This was a distressing turn of events. The only thing that made the humiliation endurable (just barely) was the sexual payoff. More scary and more crucial a question than why it occurred, or how: was this a one time event? Or was she gonna need more of the same kind of treatment? Those questions were gonna need answered eventually. There was only one sure way to find those answers. Next time she was supposed to meet the guy, she was deliberately forty-five minutes late. "Where were you?" he demanded, "I was worried." She sneered at him. "You wanna make a big deal out of it?" He grinned. Just for a second, then he deadened his features to look stern. He folded his arms and tapped one foot ... She stuck her tongue out at him. Fed Up with Tiny Tom *************************** Synopsis: Tom Williams let himself go, and after 12 years of marriage, his beautiful wife had only increased in beauty, and needed more, which she found in her 20 year old lover and her pathetic short dicked husband. *************************** Thirty-two year old Shannon Williams stood naked at the bathroom vanity looking at her taut bronzed body, shimmering with sweat from the aerobics session she just finished. At 5'9" 145 pound of solid feminine muscle, she was the picture of perfection. She put her hair up in a bun, ready to hit the shower as she watched Tom, her husband drag his body in, lower the front of his undies and fish out his 1 ¼ inch penis for his morning pee. She looked at his bald head, his tiny wrinkled dick and balls, his protruding belly, carrying 50 pounds of excess weight, and his scrawny little arms and legs. It was amazing how 12 years of marriage had made him lazy and turned him into a college hunk into a pudgy pussy. She looked at the slow yellow dribble coming from his tiny boy cock and thought to herself it's never been good for sex, but it doesn't do much better in the pissing department. The more she looked at his fat belly and dribbling little pud, the more disgusted she became and that is when she decided to take matters in her hand. Just as he finished his last little dribble and flushed the toilet, he was ready to tuck away his meager penis, but Shannon turned to him with her hands on her hips, pissed and fed up. "Take off those damned under pants and hand them to me." Tom looked at her shocked and said, "Why dear?" "Don't question me you little dweeb. Just give me your freakin' underwear...now!" Tom had never seen his beautiful wife so pissed and it kind of scared him, making him grasp the sides of his briefs and push them down over his legs and hand them to her. Taking them in her hands, she turned them inside out, showing both of them the dark brown poop stains. "Do you see that, you slimey slug? I have had 12 years of washing your shit stained underwear, and I have had enough. You will from now on wash all of both yours and my underwear, until you can learn to wipe your smelly dirty ass."..... " I want you to smell it, and apologize to me for all the years you have put me through washing your crappy undies and putting up with your poor excuse for a dick." Tom turned beat red as he tried to push the panties away from his nose, but she had become too strong for him, and was unable to defend himself, having to smell his own stench for at least a minute as she continued to berate him. "That takes care of that little problem. Now I am going to lay down the rest of the rules." Tom could barely breathe as the horrible smell and his undies continued to block his airways, but he was too frightened to move, and nervously stood against the wall as she continued her verbal and physical assault. Pinching his excess fat from around his waist, she said, "I am sick and tired of looking at your lard belly, and want you starting from this point on, to lose it and gain some muscle. Within 6 months, I want you to have dropped 50 pounds. Understood?" Tom nervously shook his head yes, then was shocked an drew in a huge breath as she roughly grabbed his balls and cock. "You can do something about that disgusting gut, but I know you can't do anything about your tiny pindick. That is why I have decided to take a lover. I need more than you have been able to give me in the last 12 years. I'm am inviting David Walker, our 20 year old office intern over tonight, so you can see what a real man should be build like, and see how a real man fucks, with a real dick. Got it Dweeb?" She removed the dirty disgusting underpants from his nose finally allowing him to suck in air. "I said you got it?" "Yeah. I got it." "I want you naked with an apron to wait on us when he arrives, so I want you to clean that disgusting smelly ass of yours. You aren't getting shit stains on any of my furniture." Mortified, he took the roll of toilet paper she shoved at him and nervously tore off a big wad and proceeded to wipe himself as she stared daggers into him. She inspected the dirty toilet paper with each wipe, and was not satisfied until it came up clean on his third wad of toilet paper. "Okay fat boy; move out of the way. I need to relieve myself before I shower." She straddled the toilet facing backward and instructed Tom to sit on the tub edge and stare at her ass and pussy. I want you to observe me as I take a dump and piss. Clenching her abdominal muscles, she bore down until very slowly a long dark brown log emerged from her opening, falling with a loud plop into the toilet, followed by a strong steam of piss. Finishing up, she stood from the toilet and bent over. "Clean me thoroughly dipshit." Tom began to panic as he looked at the brown stained crack of her ass and yellow droplets of pee. "Please Shannon. I will do anything you ask, but please don't make me do that." "I don't think you understand that from now on, you don't have a say in matters, so unless you want me to kick your ass to make the instructions clearer, get licking." Tom looked at her muscular strong body and knew there was no point in trying to resist or reason with her, and slowly approached her dirty ass. Kneeling down, he gingerly grabbed the firm round globes of her ass and parted them. As he approached her opening he could smell the strong scent of female poop, but it wasn't offensive like the shit stains of his undies and as he slowly and nervously began to lick and clean, his tiny dick became aroused to reach his full 3 and ¼ inches. After 10 minutes of licking her dirty crack and sticking his tongue deep into her puckered opening as instructed, she was satisfied. I'm going to grab a shower now, then I am going to call Dave over. I expect for you to cater to our every whim and serve us dinner. You have two hours to start. Don't disappoint me little man.