0 comments/ 37232 views/ 3 favorites Ownership By: grgy56 "You are mine!" commanded Gerrard. He had Lynette bent tits down over a cold granite table, her ass exposed with her short skirt flipped up around her waist and her black French-cut panties pooled around the ankle of her left red stiletto. Gerrard had control of her by grabbing a hank of Lynette's long auburn mane and pulling her head back. His thick nine inch tool ramming her dripping hole mercilessly from behind. "I said, you're mine!" as he spanked her ass harder than the six previous times. Lynette squealed. Her firm, round butt cheek glowed a bright crimson. Tears of pleasure and pain rolled down her face. "Yes, I'm yours." Lynette screamed. "Please fuck meeee.... Don't stop. ....Pleeease!!!!" Lynette started grunting and moaning harder and louder. "Fuck me please!!!" She screamed. "I'm cu...mmming!!! Fuck! Fuck! Fu...ck!!!" Lynette arched her back deeply as she climaxed for the third time. The hardest she ever came or at least she could remember. Gerrard's cock was definitely the biggest she had ever taken. Gerrard's cock was still hard. He hadn't cum yet. He withdrew himself. Lynette felt so empty. With a fistfull of her hair, he pulled her off the table. The warmer air attacked her breasts making her nipples diamond hard. He forced Lynette to her knees on front of him and slapped his grand organ against her until she could trap it with her open mouth. Gerrard showed no mercy as he forced the entire length down Lynette throat. It choked her slightly, but she took it all. With his fistful of hair, he bobbed her head back and forth. Each time, he would hit the back of her throat and hold it there for a moment before repeating the action. She choked a bit. Black streaks of mascara ran down the sides of her face. "You like my cock, don't you my little slut." Lynette could only try to gag "Yes!" due to the mouthful she had. With that Gerrard yanked her mouth off his stiff cock and pushed her to the soft carpet. He forced her legs apart and knelt between them. With his left hand, he held her throat, not hard enough to choke but just enough to control. His right hand aimed his weapon at her slit, then without further warning, plowed it all the way into her cunt. The asphyxia made Lynette's head swim. The fucking piston action was taking her to another climax. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me cum!" she grunted. "I am yours! I'm cumming! Give me your cum!!!" Gerrard exploded. Lynette felt as if a horse had blasted its load into her throbbing cunt. It was too much for her to handle. "YES! Cum in me! Oh fuck!!!" as Lynette's head thrashed back and forth. After Gerrard emptied his load of cream deep into her, then slowly retreated. His cock throbbed in the cooler air. He tried to stand, but Lynette grabbed his arm, and then spun her body around so she could suck his cock clean. Gerrard watched his excess cum ooze out of her and dribble into the crack of her ass. Lynette continued to suck on Gerrard softening cock. Even soft, it was still seven inches long with substantial girth. Finally, Gerrard stood up. Withdrawing his prick from Lynette's mouth caused a loud pop. Lynette looked up at Gerrard with a hurt expression as if a child just had her favourite toy taken from her. Gerrard stood over Lynette. "You agreed you're mine. I'll give you a day to prove it or you can stay here." With that, Gerrard got dressed and left her house leaving Lynette begging him not to leave. A couple of hours later, Colin her husband came home from working late. Colin was Lynette's first and only love. Well not really "love" more the first and only guy she had sex with. His Chartered Accountant job made him a good provider, but he lacked any excitement. His thin five inch penis barely satisfied her often leaving her unfulfilled. Her girlfriends with whom she often went out with always talked about cheating on their husbands although none of them ever did. It got her thinking. One evening, when Colin was at a branch office out of town, Lynette decided to venture out for some excitement. She bought a new outfit and sexy under things special for the evening. She took a long shower. Then shaved her leg and underarm. She carefully trimmed her bush very short just leaving a neat landing strip, not that she expected anyone to see down there. Satisfied, she started to prep. Make up first; not too heavy, just enough. Clothes, black demi-cup lace bra that barely covered her nipples; matching garters; stockings; and panties; and a spaghetti strap black cocktail dress that came down to mid-thigh; tight fitting, sexy but not slutty. The neck line was deep and accentuated her breasts but hid any inappropriate view. She went to an after work cocktail lounge not to close to home so no one would recognize her. Nervously she entered and sat on one of the stools near the end of the bar. She crossed her shapely leg and was about to order a drink when a suit asked if he could buy her a drink. Lynette smiled at him and accepted the cocktail, an Old Fashion. They clinked glasses. Lynette was still a bit nervous, so she took a big gulp of Dutch courage. This calmed her a bit as Bill introduced himself and made small talk. Well, mostly talked about himself. Suddenly, Lynette felt a great presence behind her. Almost instantly, Bill became silent, made some excuse and left. Lynette turned to see the cause of this aura. His six foot frame wasn't big, but something about him made him seem bigger. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to chase your friend away." he apologized. "Actually we just met." She tried to hide her flush excitement. "I'm Gerrard." introducing himself. "May I refresh your cocktail?" Not waiting for a response, Gerrard ordered them another round. Lynette was hypnotized by him. His voice just seemed to resonate through her body; seemed to just take control of her. He was conversing with her, but Lynette was just rapt in his words. His left hand started stroking her thigh; each time just a little higher. Then across her stomach; up along her ribs, just below her right breast. Lynette closed her eyes and started to pant slightly. Gerrard was controlling her completely. His hand moved higher still and cupped her breast; his thumb ran laps over her right nipple. She could feel it grow hard as dampness started to appear between her legs. He continued his manipulation as he leaned his mouth towards her ear. She barely felt him run the tip of his tongue along the rim of her ear as he suggested they go. She gathered her purse and followed. He took her to an exclusive hotel near by where they had hard, aggressive sex for hours. Lynette had never had so many orgasms over such a short period. Over the next few weeks, Lynette would meet Gerrard for sex sessions. She would allow him to do anything; anywhere; even in public. She didn't care as long as she was with him. The thoughts of what happened with Gerrard were suddenly jarred from her mind as Colin started to bother Lynette for their weekly conjugal activity. Lynette spread her legs as Colin positioned himself between. No foreplay; no passion; just mechanical sex. Colin aimed his thin penis at Lynette hole and pushed in. Fortunately she was still a bit wet from Gerrard's big load of earlier. As per their typical, Lynette laid on her back, uninspired and unimpassioned. Then she noticed Colin's lack of size and girth could barely be felt. True to form, Colin spurted out his few drops of sperm after a few minutes of humping, then rolled off and falling asleep. His pencil dick now lifeless was coated with Gerrard's cum. Lynette cried herself to sleep. Next day after her husband left for work, she decided. She packed her things without regret. She left her keys on the counter, called a cab and left. Thirty minutes later, she found herself in front of a familiar heavy oak door and rang the bell. The door opened. "I'm yours." Gerrard smiled, lead Lynette inside and closed the door. Ownership Has Its Privileges "Welcome to our home Michael. Please, please have a seat." "Thank you Mrs. Stevens." Michael sat on the beautiful suede sofa next to his girlfriend Jenny. He had been dating Jenny for exactly a month and she now insisted he meet her parents for the first time. Jenny Stevens could be considered an "old fashioned" gal. At 22 she was still a virgin and still very much living at home with her parents. She was a very pretty gal and quite friendly and intelligent. Physically she measured an even 5'4" with short brown hair. She was "curvy" but her figure was always hidden by traditional clothing like pretty flower dresses or conservative business suits. She was incredibly friendly and quite taken with Michael. And although they hadn't done much beyond holding hands and soft intimate kissing, Michael was very much taken with her as well. Sex didn't matter to him when it came to Jenny. He knew she was going to be his wife someday. He would just try and be strong and hold out until that day came. It was becoming more and more a difficult task. Michael was quite insatiable. He'd had sex with his last girlfriend once a day, sometimes two and three times. He knew he was in love with Jenny but it sure was getting harder and harder holding out. "So Michael, Jenny tells me that you're an intern at the Hospital. What's that like?" "Well it's a lot of work but I knew that going in. The important thing is that this way I get to help people while I practice medicine and someday I will be able to open a private practice and take care of my own family." Michael smiled at Jenny when he explained. She blushed and gave a very happy smile. Anne Stevens was less than thrilled. She was sizing Michael up. Sure he was saying all the right things but was he really good enough for her daughter? Her thoughts were broken up by the ringing phone. "Hello? Yes dear? But we're waiting for you. No, no. I understand. That's fine. Be careful." "Is everything all right mama?", Jenny asked. "Yes. That was your father. Unfortunately duty calls and he's not able to join us for dinner this evening." The three of them sat down for a nice meal and conversation. All in all it was a successful evening. ******** About four months have passed and Michael and Jenny were very much in love. Michael felt that it was time. Why waste time courting anymore? He had emptied out his savings account and purchased the biggest diamond ring he could afford. It was time to propose. He had made arrangements to meet with Jenny's father and ask for his daughter's hand in marriage. He didn't realize how nervous he was going to be but now he was standing outside the Stevens household waiting for Mr. Stevens to open the door. "Hello Michael." "Mrs. Stevens. What a surprise! Is Mr. Stevens at home?" "Please come in Michael. I apologize for my husband but unfortunately he had to cancel on you. He left a message for you that he was sorry but had to fly to Europe for business." Michael was very disappointed and sat down. His head lowered. "Michael, I know why you're here." "You do Mrs. Stevens?" Michael looked at his girlfriend's mother. His eyes wide but his face embarrassed. "Yes I do. Don't you think it's a little too soon to propose marriage? I mean Jenny just finished school and is starting her career. Getting married would just set her back. I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline." Michael was dumb struck. He was sure Mr. Stevens would have agreed to allow him to marry his daughter. His resentment was growing and yet he was speechless. "Michael I understand how you must feel. Just hang in there. After another year or so things might be different. Ask again then." Mrs. Stevens ushered him to the door quite hurriedly. "Now if you'll excuse me I must let you out. I have some important business to attend to. Thank you for dropping by. I'm sure I'll see you this weekend when you pick up Jenny. Be well." Michael stood on the doorstep dumbfounded. What just happened?? He didn't get it? She was so quick to dismiss him. She didn't even want to hear him out. It was all very weird to him. He decided to double back around the side of the house and see if he couldn't get a look at Mrs. Stevens and see what she was doing. "Mmmm...yessss...like that...yesss..." Michael heard the voices. They were getting louder. He saw the open window and decided to peek in and see what was going on. He was shocked by what he found. "Yesss...harder...harder..." There was Mrs. Stevens, bent over, being drilled from behind by an older familiar face. He was taking in the entire scene and found a stir in his pants. He began fondling his own cock watching his girlfriend's mother getting fucked hard doggy style. It was just now that he realized Jenny was just like her mother. Except that her mother was a little shorter, a little curvier, and had dyed blonde hair instead of the natural brown Jenny wore. He couldn't help himself as he began stroking his shaft watching her large breasts bounce from the fucking she was getting. In only a few short moments he blew his wad all over the side of the house. He was incredibly worked up. He'd been celibate for over 5 months dating Jenny. Damn he needed pussy badly. Just then he looked at the guy fucking Mrs. Stevens. Michael couldn't put his finger on it but he was sure he'd seen the guy before. ******** "HI BABY!!!!" Jenny hugged Michael strongly. It was Friday and she hadn't seen him all week. She really missed him. "Come in. My uncle Ted is here and he's talking to my mom in the kitchen. Come say hello." Michael's jaw dropped. Uncle Ted was the man fucking Mrs. Stevens just two days prior! He now realized where he'd seen him before. The guy's face is in a few pictures in their living room! "Hello Michael. I hear many good things about you Doctor." "Um..hello sir. Thank you sir." "Michael, Ted is my husband's brother and is here for the weekend. Unfortunately my husband is away again closing a big deal in Turkey." "Nice to meet you sir." Michael didn't really know what to say to this man. Then it hit him. If he played his cards right, he'd get that permission to marry Jenny. Unfortunately he only had information. In order for his plan to work he was going to need proof. ******** "Honey what's wrong? It's like your head is somewhere else right now. Is everything okay?" Michael looked over at his love. "Oh yeah. I'm sorry baby. It's my buddy Greg. He's having some issues and really wanted to talk to me tonight. Do you mind if I take you back to my place, then head out and meet up with Greg? I promise I won't be long, then you and I can go out for a bite to eat." "Of course sweetie. Go help your friend, but don't be too long, I'm starving!" ******** Michael was sneaking around in the bushes. He had both his digital and video cameras. It took some work sneaking them out of his place without Jenny noticing. But, if all goes well, all the risks would be worth it. "Oh fuck...Ted...fuck..." There it was. He could hear them. They were in the family room. Michael carefully set the small Sony recorder on the window sill. He got a great picture and just let it record the show. Just for good measure he started taking snaps with his digital cam. He couldn't stop his hard on from raging. He smiled and thought to himself, 'Don't worry boy. You'll have a wife soon who'll be taking care of that hard on for you every day and night!' ******** "Coming!" Anne Stevens was trying to get dressed. She was already late and was rushing out to meet her girlfriends when some impatient asshole wouldn't stop ringing her bell. "Michael? What are you doing here? And why the hell were you ringing the bell so many times?!?!?" Michael pushed passed his girlfriend's mother. "What the hell. Look Michael Jenny's not here and I really don't appreciate your---" "Shut up and sit down Mrs. Stevens. NOW!" Anne Stevens was taken aback. She was frozen not knowing what to do with Michael's new found attitude. That's when it happened. Michael opened the manilla envelope he was carrying under his arm and threw a few pictures of her and her brother fucking in their family room. That's when she sunk into the sofa. "Are you starting to get how serious the situation is Mrs. Stevens?" "H-how did you get tho--" "Shhh. You say nothing. You sit there and listen." She looked up at him. Her hair soaking wet and wearing only 1 shoe. "Now then here's the deal. If you don't want this affair exposed you will immediately consent to giving me your daughter's hand in marriage. If you do, I promise to keep this secret all to myself, although I should tell you to be more careful with the windows when you're getting shagged so roughly. Are we clear and on the same page?" Anne Stevens was stuck. What could she say? She just sat there and stared at Michael waiting for him to lead this conversation. Waiting for him to let her off the hook somehow. "Nothing to say? How about this..." Michael removed a mini recorder from his pocket and played it back. "Fuck my ass Ted. Yes fuck me hard..." He smiled as he stopped the playback. "Oh and I have it on video as well. Look I don't want to do this anymore than you want anyone to find out about it. So just tell me that we have a deal and this will all be our little secret. So do we have a deal?" Just then Anne Stevens broke into tears. "Oh Michael. Please don't let anyone find out. I'm so ashamed. It's just that Daniel is always away and I get so lonely. When he is here he never wants to have sex with me and Ted is always here and always all over me. Please don't let Jenny find out. I'll do anything. PLEASE!" As Anne Stevens continued to sob, Michael searched his feelings. It was odd to him that he didn't feel bad. Then it hit him. All this time he was planning on blackmailing this old slut for permission to marry her daughter. It never even occurred to him that he'd be able to take this as far as he felt like. This was going to be better than he dreamed of. "Stop your blubbering woman and look up at me." Anne was a little shocked by this his new tone. She looked up at him waiting to hear more bad news. "Where were you going?" "Out...out with my friends for lunch." "Call and cancel. You're spending the day with me and learning your new role in life." "New rol--" "SILENCE. Rule number 1: you only speak when spoken to." Anne Stevens quietly picked up her cell phone and phoned her friends to cancel. She then returned to her chair and looked up at Michael thoughtfully. "Very good." Michael started to rub his crotch as he looked at this broken woman. "I wasn't expecting this Anne. Do you mind if I call you Anne?" "N-no." "Good. You know Anne you're a very attractive woman. And I haven't been with a woman sexually since I started dating Jenny." "NO. Please no, Michael. I couldn't. I can't." "You know what's funny Anne? You actually think you have a choice in the matter." Just then Michael's cell phone rang. "Hello? Oh hello sir. I'm glad you called Mr. Stevens. Yes it is quite urgent what I need to tell you." Anne was shocked. She started shaking her head frantically. "Could you hold on sir?", Michael then turned to Anne and whispered, "Are you ready to be a good girl and follow ALL your orders?" She was stuck. She put her head down and nodded. Michael smiled. "Sorry sir. The urgent news is that I'm going to become your son. I've asked your wife for Jenny's hand in marriage and she happily consented. Thank you sir. See you soon." Anne fell to her knees and just held her head low. "Get up bitch. It's time for you to find your place. But first I've really got to drop a fucking load. Stand up and take your slut clothes off. NOW!" Anne slowly stood up and began removing her clothing. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself with Ted or even with her husband. She was feeling lost and confused but even more than that she was terrified of the consequences of rebelling against Michael. When she was naked she stared at him, clearly giving in to what was coming next. "You look great Anne. You know for a woman pushing 50 you've got a great pair of tits. They don't sag at all." "Fuck you Michael. I'll do what you say but I won't fucking like it and I certainly don't need to hear idiotic compliments like tha--"SLAP SLAP SLAP Anne's words were cut short by three vicious slaps to the jaw from Michael. "You can shut the fuck up now. I was hoping this would go smoothly and easily but I see I was wrong. No matter." Anne was in a pile of tears on the ground. She looked up at Michael not knowing what to expect. "Now then, from now on you will refer to me as Master or Sir. You have no more freedoms. You will do what I say, when I say, and how I say it. I own you so you might as well accept it." Anne knew he was right. She dropped her head yet again. Michael knew he'd won. He'd just obtained a power over this woman that would allow him to control this family for as long as he chose. "Now crawl the fuck over here you fucking slut and take My cock out of My pants." Anne weakly moved over to where Michael was sitting. She crawled her way up his legs, her eyes filled with tears. She fumbled with his zipper but finally revealed what was a nice hard on. Michael's cock was of average length for a man of 5'10". "That's right bitch. Take that cock into your whore mouth and suck it dry you pig." Anne did just that. She started sucking that cock greedily into her mouth. She was hoping that this would all go away. She seemed to convince herself that if she just made Michael cum he would abandon all of this and she wouldn't have to bare this beyond this evening. "Oh fuck. You've got such a hot mouth you pig. Fuckkkkkkkkkk" Michael's cock exploded cum deep down her throat. Too much for her to swallow, hard as she tried. "You see that. All that cum. You can thank your daughter for that. She's still pure and I intend to keep her that way until our honeymoon. So you'll be taking care of my cock between now and then." "B-but I th--"SLAP "That's not something you do anymore bitch. No more thinking. From now on you do as your told. Is that clear." Rubbing her cheek Anne answered, "Yes." "YES WHAT DOG?!?!" "Yes M-Master Michael. Yes Sir." Michael grabbed a handful of Anne's hair and wiped his cock clean. Keeping his grip on her hair he pushed her face back in his crotch. "Get it back up you filthy fucking slut. You're about to get the best fucking of your worthless life." It didn't take but a few moments before Anne's licking of Michael's cock brought him to full erection. It didn't take any time after that for Michael to grab Anne and lift her onto his cock. "That's it you slutty dog. Ride your Master you pig!" Michael slapped and grabbed her ass repeatedly. Like it or not Anne's body betrayed her. She was drenched. She was working her ass. She felt close to climax. The way Michael spoke to her. The way he treated her. It felt right. She WAS a whore. She WAS a slut. She WAS worthless. She knew it now. She knew it in this split second of orgasm that she needed a Master like Michael. "Ohhhhhh..." WHACK WHACK WHACK Michael ripped into her titties. He was slapping them. Squeezing them. His other hand grabbing her ass. He was pushing his fingers into her asshole as he fucked her from underneath. "YESSSSS...Feelsss soooo goooddddd Massster...Fuck Meeeeeee...I'm cummmmmming againnnnnn..." "Take it you dirty whore. Take your Master's cock you bitch." Anne drenched Michael's cock with her cum. Over and over again he made her cum. He lifted her and flipped her onto her knees. He fucked her doggy style for what seemed like an eternity. He turned her over on her back and laid her missionary. She became his ragdoll. She bent to his will. When he spit in her face she smiled. When he twisted her nipple so hard that it bled she thanked him. And when he shoved her face into the pillow so he could rapefuck her asshole, she reached back and spread her cheeks to give him better access. "Oh fuck you pig. You motherfucking slut. I'm cummmmmmm......" "YES MASTER! PLEASE FILL THIS WORTHLESS WHORE'S ASS WITH YOUR CUM. PLEEEEEEEEASSSEE!!!" Anne exploded into her own orgasm as Michael thrust into her ass. She was in heaven. For the first time in a long time she felt no guilt and just pure happiness. "Fuck that was great. Okay pig get up and shower. Get dressed. I'm picking up Jenny for lunch to give her the good news. You will clean this place up and call Ted. You're going to tell him that guilt has gotten the better of you and your affair with him is over. You are then going to start paying me to own you. You'll start putting ten thousand dollars a month into my personal account. Is that clear." "Yes Master. Master may I ask you a question, please Sir?" "What is it dog?" "W-when will you be using this dog again?" Michael smiled at the question. He realized that he didn't even need to blackmail her at this point. She was all his. "Soon pig. Very soon." ******** "OH MY GOD! Of course baby. Of course I'll marry you. I'm so happy!!!!" Michael embraced Jenny and the two of them kissed passionately. He was going to have his beautiful bride soon. Good thing for him he gets to own and have his way with her mother until then!