0 comments/ 36152 views/ 4 favorites The Awakening of Mallory By: sleakstryder Her name was Mallory. She'd been named after a character on an old tv sit com that her parents had grown up watching. The delightful young blond was 21. However, as an admirer once mentioned, she could pass for a few years younger. Fact was, Mallory looked incredibly innocent yet perfectly erotic and, well, hot. And she was definitely of age, working at a local bar and restaurant. She had a slender figure with long legs, thighs that barely met at the top, leading up to a tight little ass, a lovely arch in her back, plump apple breasts, and a sweet Naomi Watts face with rosy cheeks and medium length blond hair. He pretty mouth, with its sensuous lips and slight pout, made worldly men grit their teeth, wishing they could be so lucky as to kiss those precious, inviting lips, and perhaps even fuck them. Not surprisingly, there were other areas of her uncommonly attractive anatomy that seemed begging for licks, kisses, and, well, invasive exploration.... She was down right fuckable: an exquisite, unspoiled piece of ass. As a matter of fact, it occurred to this writer more than once that Mallory might look quite lovely with my cock between those tender delicate tits, one of her pretty hands hefting my swollen, full balls while the other steered my erection to her lip-curling mouth. My gentle kisses on the top of her lovely head would be her welcome reward as I spent a copious quantity of seed into her welcoming mouth as her lovely eagerly learning hands massaged my balls and clutched my firm ass. Yes, sweet Mallory's charms did indeed cause a mind to wander.... She had worked at the bar for a month or so. During that time she'd heard about a handsome though dangerous gentleman who was known as a stud and accomplished lover. He was said to have bedded many women who frequented the bar, and that his skills were renowned. He was particularly well-endowed, which was supposedly apparent even through his jeans, which he wore tight. He was rumored to currently have a relationship with a beautiful woman who also frequented the bar, and that this woman was now his sex slave. He had a rugged, slightly menacing charm. A kind of energy surrounded him that made some women weak in the knees: he was a bad boy. A really bad boy. Sweet innocent Mallory, upon hearing this description of the handsome dangerous rover, found the idea of being this man's sex slave to be incredibly arousing. At 21 she'd been sexually active for a few years, but only with 'boys' her own age. She had been approached by an older teacher her first semester at college who clearly thought she was beautiful - but it frightened her to think of herself with a man almost twice her age. It wasn't that she didn't find him attractive - he was quite handsome, and smelled very manly and hot, but she didn't want to seem inexperienced. One day while he spoke to her after class she glanced down and noticed he had a giant bulge in his pants. She reached out as if mesmerized by it and rested her hand on it. The teacher smiled and placed his hand on her cheek and smiled at her ... you just aren't ready, are you angel. She nodded and took her hand away. It was one of the most erotic moments she'd ever had, and she frantically masturbated when she got home (as did he); but one thing led to another and they never got together. But these boys were tiresome - their lack of attentiveness and selfish goal of just reaching their own orgasm as quickly as possible didn't really leave her any thrill. She longed for more meaning in sex. And she quite liked the idea of being trained by an older lover, someone who'd be patient and instructive with her, to take care of her needs, and also to show her the true meaning of pleasuring a man. She wouldn't mind being a great lover herself! Gosh, she thought, what would it be like to have such an experienced lover who just took control and fucked the living daylights out of me and made sure I was pleasured, and then taught me how to please him, and all men, completely? She'd fantasized about older men before - mostly her teachers (who no doubt had their own fantasies starring sweet Mallory) - and the notion of someone older and more experienced showing her how to really make love excited her. She thought back to the day with the teacher, when she rested her lovely hand on his bulging pants, and wished she'd asked him for a tutorial. "Can you teach me what to do with this?" she should have asked. The idea made her tiny panties wet. So when she'd heard about this sex slavery rumor, she noticed her pussy tingled, and her panties were damp. As she sat on a stool on her break, she squirmed and fidgeted and even had a little orgasm. She could tell her face was flushed. Her co-workers hadn't noticed, and while she finished her soda on her break, they wandered back to their stations. As if arranged by fate, the man happened to come in just then! Sarah, a cocktail waittress, rushed over to Mallory and whispered, "That's him!" Mallory looked at him and realized that he was very attractive: handsome, rugged, confident. She'd expected him to look, well, old, or something. He had a narrow face with defined cheekbones. She was surprised at her realization that it was less about how he looked than how he carried himself. Yes, he was confident... and it excited her. He moved with a strong gait, and smiled at her. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans. He had a cute ass, strong features, and she quickly noticed that the front of his jeans bulged with what looked like a massive cock. Had she ever noticed this in other men? She'd looked at her high school boy's swim team in their little speedos, and was curious about their penises. She imagined the stud before her in a little black speedo on the beach, french kissing her while his cock buldged in the slinky brief suit. She thought of her teacher again, and imagined reaching down to cup the stud's balls in the suit and asking him to teach her something. All the while she started absently at the man's jeans-covered bulge. Then the sound of him clearly his throat brought her out of her daydream. Her face flushed - she'd never checked out a guy's crotch before! And here she was, brazenly staring at this gorgeous stud's cock in his tight jeans. It hung down and to the right, thick and long, some inches down the right pant leg. The site froze her in her stare, which she forced herself to break. She stole another gaze down there as he sat down and could clearly see his big balls through the material. She looked at her own hands, mentally estimating what his big dick would look like cradled in her tender petite hands. She'd held her boyfriends' cocks before (they'd cum before she was even ready to kiss!), but they were just boys! She would have a hard time getting her fingers around that thing! She smiled, then peaked at his bulging jeans again. As she looked up at his handsome face she realized he'd seen her peaking at his crotch. He smiled and winked, instructed the bartender to put her drink on his tab. He took a call on his cell phone, speaking quietly in a voice full of deep resonance and charisma. Yes, he had a nice voice. He laughed, said, "I mean it - you better do what I've told you, angel." Then, after the call, he got up to leave, but not before he stood across from her and let her get a real good look at his jeans-covered cock, which was now clearly hard and pressed against his pants. He approached her, whispering, "You are lovely, my dear." He drew his finger down from her ear to her chin. His touch made her gush. "I like that you were looking where you were looking. It pleases me. Look there now," he said in a tone that almost sounded like an order. She did as she was told, looking directly at his cock through his jeans, seeing every crease in his pants, the fullness and length of his semi-firm shaft, the unmistakeable roundness of the head, and the feeling of being told to do it, and then doing what she was told, gave her butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to be taken by him right then on the bar! He now looked directly at her crotch, his gaze lingering long on that area, his eyes moving languidly across her body. She could almost feel his hands on her, though he had barely touched her! He breathed in and turned his head to one side, his eyes glazed. Leaning in, he whispered, "I can smell your arousal." She blushed, he winked again and looked brazenly at her whole body again, up and down. She felt a second tiny orgasm as he licked his sexy lips. "Don't worry - I'm sensitive that way. But you are an angel. A lovely, sexy angel. Mmm, mmm, mmm." He stood for a moment, and then whispered, "Good night, pretty girl." She was gushing her little panties. When he turned away, she found herself gazing at his ass, parting her knees and arching her back, bringing her pussy against the stool, wanting to rub her pussy with both hands but somehow resisting the powerful urge. Even so, she came intensely, clearing her throat and coughing to conceal what would have otherwise been a moan, and hoping nobody saw her humping her bar stool. After he'd left, she looked down at her crotch, realizing that the lips of her pussy were pressing firmly against her tight pants, creating a somewhat deep cleft. Her inflamed clitoris was getting rubbed, she realized, and it crossed her mind that HE had seen this bit of camel toe. She also noticed a slight dark spot from her cum. All this just seemed to add to her incredible arousal. And he'd only just looked at her! Later, as she drove home after work, she touched herself, imagining what it would be like to have this genuine stud take her and have his way with her. As the thought of his hard cock entering her tight, inexperienced pussy entered her mind, and the actual doubt she felt about being able to take all of him, she had an intense orgasm and nearly drove off the road as her sexy pelvis bucked and her fingers felt dampness through her tight black pants. The next morning she found herself dripping wet upon waking. She was on her tummy, wearing lovely lacy thong panties, and imagined this mystery man, her fantasy sex master, grabbing her hair and offering his massive cock to her, demanding her mouth, entering her tender pretty innocent mouth with his towering manhood and forcefully moving her up and down on him. She had never actually felt so aroused at the thought of sucking a man's cock until that moment. Now it seemed she not only would be aroused by it but that it was absolutely necessary for her to suck a cock in order to be truly satisfied. She imagined the hardness in her mouth, the manly taste, musky, the weight of his big balls in her hand as she held them at his instruction, as he stood over her, his powerful hips thrusting as his massive cock took her mouth like it was a pussy, and fucked her pretty mouth with the intensity of a wild animal. What would it be like to feel him cum in her mouth? She wondered. What would the pulsation as the cum shot out the end of his cock feel like, would she be able to take all of his seed? She hoped so! Would she feel his balls get lighter as she coaxed his cum from them? She had no doubt he would demand that she swallowed his cum. The idea of being 'made' to do it brought her yet another orgasm. She so wanted him to tell her to eat his cum. It made her crazy to think how incredibly sexy it would be to have him tell her what to do, and to fuck her with animal demands, to use her like a slave. To take her from behind and fuck her like an animal. This was her desire - to be possessed by this dark handsome stud. She knew as well that this man, as dangerous as he seemed, was a caring man who would never hurt her. This was important to her - the feeling of safety. He was demanding and rugged, but she was a girl he felt like protecting and caring for. She would be safe with him. This, too, made her wet and happy. Not one to mull over decisions for too long, Mallory decided right then and there to become his sex slave. She felt exhilarated at the clarity of her decision. As she drove back to work, she could feel her pussy gushing. She made sure it didn't look like she had wet her pants. She noticed, in looking down at her pants to see if they were wet, that once again her pussy was clearly visible: her slightly bulging lips created a little cleft. She knew some people hated to see a woman's anatomy like this, but she knew that her worldly stud would appreciate it, even scrutinize it, just like he had the other night. She thought about what it would be like to gaze at the studly lump in his tight pants and to see him looking at her crotch, licking his lips again. And one thought led to another, and she imagined what it would be like to have his tongue down there, kissing her, licking her, prodding and probing her sweet pussy. Her orgasm came right away then, her pelvis once again bucking lewdly as she rubbed herself against her hands, feeling the delicate material from her pretty panties working its way up into her, creating more friction and pleasure against her clitoris. In her mind, her stud lover was devouring her pussy, licking up and down and diving into her slit deeply, then coming up to suckle her red and aroused button. Interestingly she'd never thought that it would be pleasant to have anyone touch her ass, but she was hit by the sudden desire to have this man do just that. She imagined that as he ate her voraciously, his moans soundly like the hungry animal growls of a predator eating his prey, he'd draw his tongue over her clean tight ass and then wet a finger with her pussy juice and began burrowing it into her tender, virgin anus. The very thought of this invasion was shocking and arousing at the same time. She knew, now, that this man could have her any way he wanted and the thought brought her yet another orgasm. All this transpired in the mind of Mallory, who'd only just met the man that she hoped would soon enslave her. Did he have the same plan? The Awakening of Mallory Ch. 02 Mallory was tense all day at work. But it was a pleasant tension, filled with delicious, erotic longing, her pussy lubricated and wanting beneath her short black skirt and tiny white lace panties with the thong back, her mouth-watering nipples hard and erect through her white men's button shirt and delicate lace bra. Would her stud come in? Was she crazy thinking he'd adopt her as his little sex slave? Just the idea that he'd pay that much attention to her and find her desirable to the point of using her like a slave led again to her gushing in an acute sexual arousal. It had never occurred her to be such a slut, but she knew it wouldn't take much convincing from him for her to spread her legs for him right there in the parking lot, in his car, or in the restroom. She was THAT turned on and desperate for his sexual attentions. She wanted him to shove his cock into her mouth, into her pussy, so much; she wanted to feel his strong hands push her to the ground, to her knees, and make her take him into her hot little mouth, where he would fuck her, thrusting his hips as he slid his hard shaft in and out of her willing, submissive, pretty mouth; she wanted to stroke and pet his long hard manhood with her lovely hands, as soon as possible, to hold it in both hands and lick on it like a candy stick, to feel him stroke and pat her head and praise her as she put it in her mouth and felt him fuck her mouth with it, in and out, in and out, his balls swelling and large slapping her chin. She knew she would not be able to concentrate on anything until she was was taken, used and fucked properly by her stud. She guessed that he'd want to take her from behind, and the thought of dutifully offering herself to him in that way drove her to distraction. She thought he might first lick her that way, and imagined feeling his breath on her pussy, his tongue, and then in a wild bit of imagination she thought of his tongue traveling up to her anus and brazenly partaking of her tight virginal hole. The thought that this man would eat her ass caused her to feel weak in the knees. Again - she knew instinctively that he would do many things that might shock her, and she was willing, even eager, anxious, to comply. She had never ever felt so ready to conform to another person's will. She couldn't wait. She admitted to herself that she'd barely spoken to this man, and that most of what she was thinking as pure fantasy. What she knew for sure though was that whatever this man wanted, she would trust and comply. He was dangerous looking but she sensed his caring nature. He had a gigantic cock, clearly seen in those tight jeans, but he clearly knew how to use it. She was beside herself with anticipation, thinking, "I'm such a very lucky girl. I'm going to be the sweet innocent plaything for this manly stud." The image of his crotch wouldn't leave her. Nor would the look he had on his face when he looked brazenly at her body. Images flashed by - the black speedo, swelling in her hand, at the beach while they kissed; the sight, and feeling, of his hard cock sliding into her young tight pussy; the look in his eye as he ordered her to do things to him; the heft and warmth of his balls as she lifted his scrotum to her mouth and licked him there, tasting his musk... the size and shape of each testicle as she sucked them into her pretty mouth, let them slip one by one between her sexy full lips and into the paradise of her warm wet little mouth, and the way he'd moan when her tongue lapped dutifully on them and explored his taint, and the suggestion, however frightening right now for her, that he might like her to explore further down and truly service and submit to his darkest wishes; the look of his strong, rough hand on her sweet apple breasts, pinching her nipples, pulling roughly on them. Each imagined tug, pinch and squeeze brought her closer to cumming. She thought of him pushing her down to her knees and holding her head from the back and pushing her face into his crotch, and the scent of him intoxicated her... she could almost feel the jets of hot cum hitting the back of her throat. She'd never experienced that kind of thing - the boys she'd known usually came in her hand after a few strokes (which she admittedly enjoyed...she loved feeling them throb and twitch and the warm splash of their seed hitting her arms, neck, and face really excited her) but she really wanted, at least with this stud, to feel his cum shooting out of his big beautiful cock and into her mouth and throat. It was, she thought, part of her initiation into being a great lover. And she was confident he'd teach her properly. When he finally came in, she looked at him for a few moments and, with the slightest flex in her pelvis, she came as she stood at the hostess station. Her motion as she came looked like she just every so slightly arched her back. She hoped nobody had seen it; except maybe him... He was dressed, as usual, in a black t-shirt and very well-fitting blue jeans, worn in all the right places and showing off his big cock to her complete satisfaction. When she saw him looking right at her, and saw his wicked smile, she very naturally gazed down at his cock and took a long look. While she didn't quite know why it felt so natural to do so, she did it and was pleased to see the snake of his cock riding down one leg. She returned his gaze and smiled. "I'd like a table, sweet thing," he said quietly. "Some table that you serve, if you don't mind." He smiled. She smiled back and felt her nipples in her bra and his eyes on them. "Sure, how about over here," she replied as a she turned and walked toward a corner booth. She felt his eyes on her ass and pretty legs. She heard him sigh, almost a moan. "Mmmm," he uttered, then, "What a sweet ass you have, little girl." Her knees weakened and she about collapsed with lust. She didn't know why, it was just out of the blue and so sexy for him to call her that. She turned quickly and smiled. "Thank you, sir," she said. She was finding herself naturally adopting a submissive manner with him. It thrilled her. They reached the table and he came up behind her. She could smell his cologne, musky and subtle. She really liked it. "As a matter of fact," he whispered so only she could here. "I'd love to lick it, for about an hour." She heard him breath in her perfume and, most likely, her arousal. She felt confident now. "Thank you sir. If you so wish to have me in that way, I would like nothing more." "What time do you get off here, sweet thing?" He hand came up, discretely, and patted her bottom. His hand lingered there. Her eyes closed, she nearly swooned. It felt as if she'd completely soaked her tiny panties. Breathing heavily, she sighed with some difficulty... "10 pm." 
"Well, then, I look forward to licking your pretty ass at 10 pm." He quickly gave her a peck on her cheek and sat down. She smiled. "OK." The next hour of work was a blur. to be continued... The Awakening of Mallory Ch. 03 As she struggled to breathe, Mallory recalled that initial fantasy she'd had about her stud. Bemused, she smiled sweetly to herself. Reality was so much more amazing than fantasy! There she was, on all fours, her face pushed deeply into a pillow that oozed the scent of sweat and sex, while a man she hardly knew worked the 2nd inch of his tongue up her sweet, perfect little ass. She'd found her stud, or rather he'd found her. And WOW, was he incredible! Her mind wandered just a little. She was thinking that it seemed almost like he was servicing her, that he was her slave. And again she smiled inwardly: the first inklings of the meaning of submission and its power began to take shape. Her wandering mind was brought back to the present. For, she had to admit: having her ass deeply tongued by this dark and handsome man was incredibly hot and satisfying. Fact was, sweet Mallory knew that even if she wasn't breathing mostly cotton pillow case, she'd have a hard time catching her breath. He was that good at eating her ass. The tip of his tongue was as hard as a tongue can be, cork-screwing up her hole like a very very naughty snake. And it was making itself familiar with her most intimate places. Goodness yes indeed, she thought, I could get used to this! While tonguing her ass and moaning the lustful growling wordless gibberish of an animal in heat, the stud started to explore her dripping pussy too. Working first one and then another stiff finger up into her, he'd briefly bring his fingers to his mouth to taste her and sniff her intoxicating ambrosia, then return to her opened flower and move them in and out of her quickly, fucking her cunt with his fingers. "You're fucking beautiful, you are..." he whispered hoarsely between licks and probes of her tight hole. "You're an angel." She couldn't see him but she heard a rustling and knew instinctively that he had taken his cock in his other hand and was working it, jacking off frantically while he ate her ass and explored her pussy. "You have such beautiful pale skin, and a perfect, sweet ass. I could eat you like this for ever..." He added a third finger and was using his thumb -- somehow twisted around the wrong way -- to rub her swollen pink button. She had cum so many times in those first few little moments, as he gave her the very first butt licks of her life, that she'd lost count by the time he'd actually touched her clit. And she liked how he talked to her. "I want to slide my cock into your tight little pussy, baby. I'm gonna fuck you like crazy, pretty girl." Her back was impossibly arched to maximize his access. She found the almost contorted accommodation arousing in itself. She was facing away and felt the urge to take on more pleasure, to involve even more of herself in the act, and was thrilled to recognize her freedom to be a little selfish - to take her pleasure as her stud serviced her..... So her slender feminine hands moved up her tummy and up past her ribs and and came to her breasts. She rubbed her smallish tits, pinched her tender little nipples, which longed for his gruff whiskered hungry bites, sucks and kisses. In a moment of inspiration and needful desire, she pulled her hardened nipple up through her pinched fingers, Stretching her smallish breast to its maximum, she somehow reached her own pretty mouth with it, and gave it a sweet suck and a lick. The thought of him "catching" her chewing on her own nipples brought her another gushing orgasm. She'd once seen a picture of a very pretty girl licking her own nipple in a Penthouse her brother had hid under his bed, and she was surprised to recall that it had aroused her so much she masturbated over that picture. Now she was literally dripping from her studs fingers, and all the while his tongue slid up into and back out of her sweet, virgin ass. His contented groans sounded not unlike an animal at trough. Then, by the time his fourth finger eased into her dripping lubricated sheath, and he began fisting her young, tight pussy, she was delirious, her eyes rolled up into her head and her warm saliva pooling on the pillow. She'd done everything she could to open herself to him. Her knees could not be farther apart. She felt magnificently debauched: so sluttishly open to him, so perfectly under his power. She reached back, encouraged by his animal moans, and clutched her ass cheeks to spread them farther apart, and if possible, arch her back even more. Her sweet ass was so tight and slim. And her stud was eating it. Her hands found his hair and she grabbed it, pulling his mouth even closer to her, pushing his tongue farther up into her. She rocked against his butt-sucking mouth and his half-clenched fist that filled her tight little co-ed pussy. She felt as if he was fucking her sweet ass with his tongue. She was almost passed out when she felt him ease up and move into position beside her, his face meeting hers down by the pillow. He kissed her deeply and she tasted pussy and sweet musk. As he tongued her mouth, she sucked it like it was a cock. He brought her hands together and up to him. She knew instinctively that he was going to give her his cock. She felt his shaft in both of her hands at once, enormous, hard, and throbbing. The thing was breathtaking. As he kissed her, he whispered, "Jack me off, beautiful. I want to feel my pretty girl's hands on me. There's a good girl." He immediately moved against her hands, like he was fucking her sweet lady fingers.... it thrilled her to hold such a powerful cock in her pretty hands. She felt like the most desirable, beautiful woman in the world, knowing that she was responsible for this enormous arousal. She saw it now -- the way he'd taken her out of her own revery gently. It was skillful, and knowing, and sweet. He'd changed positions now, kneeling before her. There it was: the legendary cock she had gushed just by thinking about every day for the last week. It was not altogether beautiful, but it had an undeniable power about it. It loomed large in her vision, close to her face. She felt his firm hand behind her head, bringing her face to it. She loved being so controlled and under his spell. He had both hands on her head now and brought her up to but not onto his massive member. He wanted her to look at it, to adore and appreciate it. She complied as submissively as she could, gazing shyly with doe eyes up at his dark face. He seemed like a sorcerer, a dangerous, sexual entity. He was using her for his own ends, for his pleasure, for his dark and primitive desires. For his sexual ritual. But yet she felt safe, loved and incredibly turned on. She also felt pride: she was the adored object of this amazing, sexual animal's desire. That was a feeling she knew she'd have a hard time living without from here on out. She knew clearly what people meant by "life changing experience." Being ordered to service this stud's massively powerful cock was just such a moment. She breathed in his scent and was pleasantly surprised. His cock, it smelled good, especially up where the clear liquid oozed. She licked his bulging cock head, tasting the pre cum, and thought it was a little dry but salty. She imagined for a moment what it must look like, to someone else, to have seen her there and then, with this stud's cock in her mouth, and her hands wrapped around it, she kneeling before him submissively. These thoughts, and the sensation of his enormous balls in her hand as she reached for his full, cum-heavy sack, caused her to cum immediately, again. Her pelvis flexed as if she were being fucked by an unseen lover. 
 He clearly knew what had happened. "Good girl," he praised while stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. "That's so beautiful. Can you cum again for me, sweetheart?" He encouraged while gently moving his own hips back and forth, fucking her pretty, tight little mouth and hands too. She complied with another pelvis-flexing cry. Her mind wandered a little, again, as she took a moment to reflect on her luck. She held both of his balls in her petite young hands, hefting them. At the same time, she worked her pretty mouth onto the bulbous mushroom cap of his cock head and began to suck on it. And those steady hands of his guided her mouth, and demanded she take him into it. He kissed her on the top of her head as he began bucking his hips again, and she thrilled at the realization that he was fucking her mouth. She was his slave, and she loved him for it. She was, he'd said, his good girl. And quite a lucky girl, she thought. His fingers ran through her pretty hair, which he grabbed and roped to get better control of her hot little mouth. With the thrilling anticipation that only sexual foreplay can bring, she thought, "There's only one thing that can follow this." to be continued... The Awakening of Mallory Ch. 04 Mallory's big-cocked stud turned her around and pushed her onto all fours. He pulled her knees apart to maximize his access. She felt the familiar slithering sensation of his tongue on, and up, her ass, and then a pause. She felt one of his hands on her hip, and the fingers of his other hand spreading her pussy. His forceful probing felt incredible. His voice was husky and panting: "Help me, baby, I need you to hold yourself open so I can put my cock into you." There was breathless desperation in his voice, which was sexy considering how cool and collected he usually was. She blushed: Have I made him that hot and desperate to fuck me? She smiled inside, and her cunt moistened. "Yes, master, your pretty slave girl will help you." She reached back with one hand, using the other to support herself in her doggie-style position. And she loved his forcefulness. She liked the way her pussy felt as she spread her tight little lips for his massive cock. She heard him spit, felt it land with a splash on her slit with a few stray drops lighting on her fully exposed, thoroughly licked and adored anus, which flexed and twitched at the wetness. She felt his big cock bump against her pussy and begin to push. Her excitement turned to panic as she realized it would take a miracle to get it inside her. "Oh!" She yelped. Then in as sexy a voice as possible, "My goodness, master, your cock is so big. Can a sweet little slave like me really fuck a big stud like you? Are you SURE? Please be careful with your pretty little girl." He gave a quick thrust. As she cried out in a mixture of sharp pain and broad, amazing pleasure, her orgasms came fast and furious - she had two in succession, both about 5 seconds long, as the first two inches of his cock slid in. Her constant arousal and gushing cumming orgasms helped to lubricate his truncheon, which now shown slick and shiny in the half-light; but the shear size of him overwhelmed her pretty little hole. She heard and felt more saliva drop from his panting mouth, splashing her ass hole and the top of his cock where it struggled to force its way into her. She loved to feel his spit run from her puckered hole down to her cunt. With that he thrust suddenly into her. She cried out and came again, re-lubricating their union. "Master, your cock is so wonderful, thank you for fucking me. I hope I can be the best little slut you've ever had, my sweet fuck god." Finally he had four inches in her and began to buck against her sweet little ass, fucking her with his massive shaft, sliding in and out of her tight little pussy again and again. He hadn't hit home yet, but soon he'd bang against her uterus and her orgasms will take on an entirely new meaning. The pain began to subside, leaving her with an amazing feeling of being filled up that she found profoundly sensuous and pleasant. "He's fucking me like I was meant to be fucked: hard and big," she thought, smiling and closing her pretty eyes. The feeling of being entirely controlled by this man, having his massive cock rule her life for the moment, having her young innocent pussy completely filled by her lover, as if that massive phallus now held her very life in its hands - this was an incredibly arousing sensation. She enjoyed being bent forward and used by this hot, nasty stud. She felt like such a proud and hot little whore, being fucked from behind like this, being used like a little fuck doll. She was his subservient little slave, his pliant, obedient girl. He was physically much bigger than her, with a massive, powerful phallus, and she was reveling in the feeling of being taken and possessed so completely. "Am I a good fuck doll, master?" He grunted again. "Keep talking, you little slut, you are so fucking hot." As she'd thought momentarily before, it was almost a spiritual or ritualistic feeling, being fucked by this great dark wing. "OK, master, your little whore will keep saying naughty things to her stud." The rhythm of his thrusting picked up speed and pretty soon the sound of the bed creaking, and of this animal's grunting and groaning, picked up volume. As Mallory grew more and more wet and sore from the invasion of his massive tool, she started to feel dizzy and was glad her head was stuffed into a pillow and that she wasn't standing up. She reached back to touch his amazing balls, marveling at their size and smoothness. "Do you like your pretty girl to touch these? She's shy, but she will touch them. Wow! they are so big!" He moaned as she gently clutched them with her delicate girlish hands. "You must have shaved these magnificent eggs," she whispered as she toyed with them gently, "they are smooth as silk." They were also full and heavy. She felt the thick swelling of his sack, the hot cum circling around his big heavy orbs and preparing to spill like lava into her little cunt. 
 She palmed his balls and jostled them in her pretty little hand. He moaned once again, and breathed more raggedly, and clearly liked it, telling her to pull on them. She grasped them with her petite hand and gently pulled them toward her, making him grunt loudly. "I wish I could suck on your gigantic balls right now as you fuck me, stud." Suddenly she had a thought. Given his fixation on her sweet, tasty little butt hole she wondered secretly if he liked to have his hole played with.... Would a stud want his ass hole licked and kissed by a sweet little slut? She thought to herself. The idea of licking his ass started to fill her mind. The thought of being behind him, spreading his taut, manly cheeks and licking his ass, distracted her. It aroused her, but it scared her a bit, but fear was a great turn on... So, being the conscientious, hot little slave she was learning how to be, she decided to test the waters. As sweetly and seductively as she could, she said, "Master, would you like me to lick here?" Reaching back with that delightful little hand, she nuzzled in between this big stud's ass cheeks and found his warm, tight hole. "Would you want your pretty slave girl's hot little tongue licking you here, stud?" She could hear his breathing change and heard him groan. She tentatively rubbed his clean outside ring, which was warm and tight, and teased it. She moved her finger to her own dripping pussy, right under where his massive shaft was pounding her, and ran her digit along her wet, soundly fucked cunt, scooping up pussy juice and saliva, to make her finger slippery. She moved her hand back to his ass, pushing just the tip of her finger into his dark hole. He groaned menacingly. "Mmm, do you like that, you big stud?" "Yes," was all he said, so she continued to work her delicate middle finger into this hot fucking beast's ass. Her palm in this position cupped his big balls, though they spilled over the side of her slender hand, such was their size. He liked the feeling of her palm on his balls, especially with her middle finger exploring him "My hot pussy juice made my pretty little finger quite slippery, didn't it master?" She started to diddle and slide it in and out in the rhythm of his massive sliding cock which now stretched her completely open. His king cock left her dripping with young lady's cum and mildly concerned about the pain she'd feel tomorrow. Would she be able to walk? She wondered, then thought how absolutely hot it was to be so thoroughly fucked by such a big cocks-man. "I love your big cock in my little pussy," she cooed, sensing how much he liked to hear talk like this. "Do you like having my pretty finger up your ass, my big stud?" He grunted affirmatively and was clearly enjoying the talk. She continued, "Am I fucking you properly, master? Is your pretty little fuck doll fucking you good enough? "Please, master, please fuck me with your big cock and let your pretty girl finger your manly hole. "In a little while, I'll want to lick your ass and then eat your hot load of tasty cum if you'll let your pretty girl do so..." She didn't know WHERE this dirty talk came from - she'd never even thought of saying such things, but the moment brought out the most brazenly sexual thoughts and behavior she'd ever imagined. She was his little slut and she was enjoying it! "Do you like your little slut? Is she fucking like you want her too? Can you see my sweet little asshole there between my pretty ass cheeks, that you love to suck so much?" She said this is the sexiest, most precious lilting schoolgirl voice. "Is your pretty slave's little asshole tasty, master? She knows YOURS will be..."
 His pace picked up, his grunting grew louder. She was definitely having an effect. He sure liked the naughty talk. He begin to fuck her so forcefully that her middle finger couldn't continue exploring his back hole. She drew it out of him and returned to pulling on and petting his balls which swayed heavily behind her. He picked up the pace and was thrusting rhythmically now, and she could sense his impending orgasm. 

"Are you going to cum for your pretty girl?" His fucking intensified. "Please fill my little pussy with your seed, master!" He was violently thrusting, slamming her against the pillow. She was in heaven, and he was too. He cried out loudly, and his rhythm went haywire - he bucked spasmodically 6 or 8 times, and she could feel a hot flooding deep in her cunt. Then, to her great delight, he drew his long shaft out of her punished cunt and grabbed her by the hair, bringing her mouth forcefully to the his piss hole and feeding her the remaining jets of his thick, seemingly endless stream of cum. "Suck my cock, you little whore," he moaned huskily. His throbbing cock head continued to shoot jets of cum. "Mmmm," she muttered ecstatically. She gladly sucked the end of his cock, paying particular attention to the slit at the end, trying valiantly to catch every shooting jet of his precious gift. She 'mm'd and 'aaah'd as she worked her lucky mouth on him. She loved the sensation of those hot slugs of cum hitting her tongue and slithering down her throat. He towered over her, him on his knees, her supplicant on her side, servicing him. It was a comfortable and safe place. She licked his still-twitching dick with heartfelt joy. "Oh, master, thank you!" She exclaimed as he drew his hands through her beautiful hair, stroking it as his massive cock came to rest on her face. She could feel his balls hanging slack down on her shoulder. His seed clung to her beautiful lips, and she could feel it dripping from her sore but happy pussy. As she licked her lips clean, she gazed up at her master and smiled. His look was intense, unsmiling but not menacing. He was benevolent, powerful, and the only man she would ever want. She was sure of it. "Good girl," he whispered. "Good girl." to be continued...