0 comments/ 106161 views/ 2 favorites Bad Boy Ch. 01 By: Amelia_Peach Lukas knew it was gonna be a bad day from the moment he woke up. First thing that happened was that skewered his foot on a toy crane left from his li'l bro. Grunting under his breath, Lukas hopped along to the bathroom and tried not to curse too loud about the large hole in his left foot leaking blood onto the carpet. Next bad thing was that there were no plasters in the medicine cabinet so he had to content himself with wrapping his damaged appendage in toilet paper and hoping for the best. Walking a little unevenly downstairs for breakfast, he next discovered that there was no milk and even better, no cereal. Trying really hard not to burst into a string of swearwords, he calmly hopped back upstairs to get changed – only to find his elder sis in the bathroom. "...Sweet Jesus...!" * * * In the end Lukas made it to school for 9.50am, 5 minutes late. As soon as he walked in the classroom he knew he wasn't going to be able to escape that black cloud from his house at school. Mr Redborough – his tutor – had a face on like a guy with constipation, genital warts and a number of other STD's, but as Lukas sniggered at this fact his teacher boomed, "Late again Lukas?! That's 3 times this week now, so another after school detention for you to add to your ever growing list!" In vain Lukas tried to explain to Mr Redborough about the crane, plasters, milk, cereal and his sis but his tutor brushed it off whilst writing out his detention slip. "Oh and Mrs Kirkwood wants you to report to her office when the bell for first period goes. Probably to suspend you no doubt." Redborough smirked. Turning his back on his infuriating teach. and swearing under his breath Lukas stomped to his place where his cronies Kev, Key and Dane were waiting for him. Except this morning they were not. Rubbing his temples with one hand and trying not to bash his head in with the other he leant forward and tapped Lucie Evans on the shoulder to ask where they were. "Em...I think they called in sick – or they could be skiving or some such. I dunno though." Groaning Lukas sank back in his chair. What a day! First the detention, then Mrs Kirkwood, THEN his mates go and run off without him – probs. to go and hang round in the park and actually have FUN! "Bloody buggering hell..." "What was that Lukas?! Swearing?! And I'd thank you to get your feet off the table unless you want another detention slip coming your way." * * * At last the bell for 1st went and Lukas was away – glad to get out of the clutches of Mr Redborough. "More like out of the frying pan into the fire though I guess..." he muttered to himself as he navigated the crowded corridors towards Mrs Kirkwood's offices near the top of the building. Soon the hallways were quiet as the other students filed into lessons and Lukas was left waiting outside the intimidating door with "HEADMISTRESS" stamped on it. "Well, here goes nothing." Lukas sighed and knocked twice. "Come in." A husky voice declared from inside. Gulping Lukas pushed open the door and walked in. A large spacious office greeted him, decorated in oak and with a large table at its centre. A tall woman with dark bushy hair and glasses sat behind it. "Lukas! We meet again I see." She smiled "Uh...yes Mrs Kirkwood." "Please," she gestured to the chairs infront of the desk. "Do be seated." Scuffing his feet and with his hands in his pockets, Lukas made his way reluctantly to the chairs and sat down in one. They were really uncomfortable with straight backs that made him have to sit up like a poker. Mrs Kirkwood smiled again leisurely and began putting papers on her desk into piles. At last she found one paper that she seemed to have been looking for. Adjusting her glasses she read, "Lukas David Eckles: D.O.B – 14/07/86." Placing the paper on the desk she looked at him rather sternly over her glasses. "I don't think I'll bother with reading out the list of offences that you've caused over your time at this school Lukas. It runs to several sheets and it can get very tedious." She leant back in her chair and interlaced her fingers together. "Lukas...do you have any explanation or reasoning to why you are constantly disruptive, late, naughty and positively hell in every sense of the word?" Lukas felt a little bit shocked to hear Mrs Kirkwood say the word "hell" – she seemed very conservative. "Um...well I don't really know why Miss. I guess I just don't like school." Whilst Lukas spoke Mrs Kirkwood had gone to the door and shut it – and unbeknownst to Lukas, locked it. Now she returned to her desk, but instead of sitting on her chair, perched on the table – her skirt riding up her leg. Lukas gulped again. "You just don't like school? Well I can understand that – I mean do you think I like school? Working here day in day out with these hideous teachers and punk students?" Lukas was seriously worried now – maybe Mrs Kirkwood had some kind of mental illness. Mrs Kirkwood looked sharply at him. "You don't understand why I'm saying these things do you Lukas? I can see it in your eyes." "Um...no I don't Mrs Kirkwood. And if it's all right with you I think I'd like to leave now." Lukas stood up from his chair and backed towards the door. He tried the handle... "Yes Lukas. Locked." "M.m.m.m.rs Kirkwood – are you feeling alright?" "I'm feeling positively rampant Lukas. Why – aren't you?" Mrs Kirkwood shook out her hair and removed her glasses. She also began to unbutton her jacket much to Lukas' horror. "As much as the staff know Lukas, you are ill. At lunchtime Mr Redborough will receive a note that you went home feeling sick after your meeting with me. So...we've got plenty of time together..." "Together?!" "Oh yes Lukas...together... Don't think I haven't noticed you amongst the others. You've got real brains and you know how to use them in the outside world unlike these sheep. They'll end up in offices – working away on the same project for years. You're real Lukas. I've seen what you look like under those clothes. Didn't you wonder why the boys changing rooms were under maintenance for so long?" Lukas' eyes were wide open now. "You...you...you were spying on us?!" "Oh not them Lukas...just you...you've got a fine body...so ripe...just ready for the taking. And don't think I haven't seen what's under those pants..." She got off the desk and came over to the door. "Don't be frightened Lukas...I can teach you. Don't tell me you've never fantasized about being with an older woman. Every little boy does it...it's perfectly natural...and I've seen plenty in my time..." She came closer and pinned Lukas up against the wood. With one hand she flung her jacket to the floor revealing an almost see through blouse with a small lacy black bra beneath it, barely covering her full breasts. "Mmm...have you ever seen a woman's breasts before Lukas? Real breasts? Not the stupid things little girls force into training bras." Now she grabbed his crotch with her other hand whilst keeping her weight against him. "Oh Lukas!" she feigned embarrassment, "Why...do spank me if I'm wrong...but...I think you're a little aroused by all this." She began to massage his penis through his trousers whilst whispering into his ear. "Lukas...I know you want this...I've been watching you almost since the day you arrived at this school...watching you grow...and I know what a big boy you are under these trousers...I want you to fuck me Lukas...fuck me with that big cock...I've seen it and don't think I haven't touched myself each time I watch you in those toilets...oohhh...you're such a dirty boy to wank at school..." Lukas groaned. Mrs Kirkwood's hand felt so good and her dirty talk was making him pretty hard. Now she stopped rubbing him and knelt to the floor. Lukas watched in a stupefied daze. Smiling she undid his trousers and slid them to his feet. "Ohhh...Lukas...what are you hiding under there...?" She looked up at him innocently. "Are you feeling a little...tight? I think you need some fresh air." Slowly she slid down his boxers, lingering on the waistband so it trapped his penis and made him feel light headed. He heard her gasp for real. "Oh my...those cameras really don't show you how it is in real life...it's magnificent." She looked up at him teasingly. "You really are my best student Lukas." Taking Lukas' penis in one end, she licked the head fast and hard, making it swell as blood rushed to its engorged tip. Lukas leant against the door feeling weaker. He slid onto the floor as Mrs Kirkwood crouched over him, sucking on his penis like some kind of succubus. He groaned as her mouth covered his whole 8inches and she sucked him hard. "I think I'm..." He cried out as he came in her mouth. Streams of white cum dripped out of Mrs Kirkwood's mouth, as she tried to swallow all of the thick creamy flow. Lukas moaned again. Was this some kind of crazy dream?! What the hell was happening to him? Sighing loudly, Mrs Kirkwood sat up on her knees and licked Lukas' spunk from around her mouth with a sensuous pink tongue. "Mmmmm...oh, little boys cum is the best taste in the world...especially when they're virgins..." She leant over his face, her dark hair hanging round her head and seemingly blocking out all the light. "But don't worry Lukas...you won't be when you leave..." Bad Boy Ch. 01 He had been serving her for a little over two years. Standing, observing himself in the mirror, he stroked the twisted band of gold she had placed around his neck on their anniversary. He belonged to her now. He was collared and owned. He knew she had compromised to accept him. He was shorter than she might have preferred and rather plain looking for a man. He wasn't rich and could not afford her much luxury. But, she had told him, his heart and soul were in the right place. This had always meant a lot to him. He often struggled with the others that took her eye and she would often taunt him that he might never be enough for her, but the band of gold around his neck brought him all the comfort he needed. They had come together by chance. She had allowed his approach and had tested him for months on end. He had almost exhausted himself in his long pursuit of her. She was difficult and changeable but, that only made her more appealing to him, for some inexplicable reason. He had made his own sacrifices in order to please her too. He had moved a little further away from his family and by successfully procuring relocation through his work, had made sure he could be around as much as possible. He now lived within ten minutes drive of her home and knew she preferred things this way. The last sixteen months had taught him only one thing. No matter what happened, no matter what she demanded of him - he loved this woman. He was utterly subservient to her and adored her for exactly who she was. He would go to the ends of the earth if she asked him to. He was blissfully happy in this new, unpredictable life. The phone rang and startled him from his daydream. It was still very early. "Hello?" He asked. "Oh, good, I'm glad you're up!" It was her familiar voice. "You'd better get your arse over here, NOW!" "Yes, Ma'am!" He replied, totally clueless. Feeling a little tired from his previous evening out with his work colleagues he showered quickly and dressed in the items she always chose for him. Black jeans, black polo shirt, and smart leather black ankle boots. Checking the hallway mirror again as he left, he assured himself that his teeth were clean, his hair was ok, and the band of gold was clearly visible above the one open button of his t-shirt. With it being the weekend, he stopped briefly on the way to buy her yet another beautiful bouquet of roses from the nearby florist. Luckily, the shop was empty and the young girl didn't take too long in her task of wrapping the blooms in cellophane. He knew the flowers would please her. He arrived at her home and tapped gently against the kitchen window to let her know he had arrived. The little porch-way was open yet secluded from view so, as usual; he lowered to his knees as he waited for her to open the front door. Without warning, the door swung open and before he could move he was drenched by a bucket of freezing cold water. "You fucking little cunt!" She screeched at him, loud enough for the neighbours to hear. He had no idea why she had done what she had done, but knew only too well not to move or argue. The chill of the water nipped at his skin. His clothes were drenched and the flowers were battered. "Strip off those clothes and get in here, NOW!" She barked, turning on her heels and leaving him knelt on the doormat. Glad of the seclusion but not of his predicament he quickly pulled off his boots and stepped inside, closing the front door behind him. He stood, then, in her small hallway and stripped away all his clothes. Even his shorts were wringing wet. "Come here, you little shit!" She snarled from her room. Passing the bathroom as he made his way through her flat he placed his wet things in the bottom of the bath, wondering how he would get them dry before he went home. Upon entering her bedroom, shivering and cold, he saw her standing there ahead of him, her arms firmly folded in front of her, one of her feet tapping, agitated, within the big fluffy slippers she wore. Whatever was about to happen to him, it was no game. She had made no effort to dress up and stood in her usual jeans and vest top, looking more menacing than ever. "Get down on your fucking knees, you slimy little cunt!" He heard real disdain in her voice. He wanted to ask what he was supposed to have done, but it could be anything or nothing. She might just feel fierce today, or she could have good reason for her annoyance. He knelt again, now naked and vulnerable, presenting himself in the way she had taught him. "Where were you, last night?" She scowled as she paced around him. "I was in the wine-bar with the boys from work, Ma'am." He chattered a feeble reply. "Which fucking wine-bar?" She pressed him further. "The one in the High Street, next to the bank, Ma'am!" His mind whirred with confusion. "The one where Maxine works? Right?!" She continued, clearly on a mission. "Yes, Ma'am!" He hung his head further, hoping to placate her in some way. "Yes, I thought as much!" She growled into his ear, moving closer to him and making him want to shy away. "You were SEEN!" He tried to utter some kind of defence but it was pointless. Something had happened and she didn't like it. He was sure to find out, and soon. "All fours!" She demanded, pushing his shoulders forwards and making him assume a new position. "Little did you know," she continued, "but Louise was also there... In that wine-bar... And she saw you... And your friends... And she told me what you got up to!" His breathe stuck in his throat, unable to speak. He remained silent and waited for her to continue. "And she saw... YOU... chatting to some pretty little Asian girl in the corner by the fucking fruit machine!" Shit! He thought. He had been spotted. There was nothing in it. He had only spoken to the girl because she knew one of his colleagues and wanted to ask for directions to a party they were going on to later. He knew he was in trouble now. He was supposed to text his owner that evening, but his mobile battery had died. He should have known something was up when he didn't get a reply later after he'd got home, recharged his phone and sent a last message of the night. The air was gripping at his damp skin. His legs were shaking and he didn't like this situation very much. Trying to explain would be pointless now. He would have to accept his fate. Nothing he could say would placate her now. She was venomous. "You've got thirty seconds to explain yourself," she stated, seeming more calm and collected now, "and if I don't like the answer you're going to be punished!" He couldn't muster one second worth of excuses let alone thirty! He remained on all fours, trembling, pensive and silent. She paced around him and then he saw you kick off her fluffy slippers, just her bare feet now showing at the ends of her jeans. "Open your legs, you cunt!" She snarled. "If you've got nothing to say...." Then.... WHACK! She kicked him in the balls with enough force he was going to be sick. Quickly, he thanked his lucky stars that she wasn't wearing boots. Before he could think straight she was on him, gripping his hair tightly between her fingers, straddling over him, her knees digging into his ribs. "Got anything to say, you little shit?!" She growled into his ear. He could barely breathe, let alone speak. Tears welled in his eyes as his balls twisted and contorted from the impact of her precise kick. He meagrely shook his head. "No, I didn't think so!" She sneered. She moved away from him then, throwing his head forwards away from her. He heard her doing something behind him but dare not turn to look. "Ten FULL lashes!" She stated, "You will count each one and thank me for them, do you hear me?!" "Yes, Ma'am!" His voice was almost inaudible. CRACK! There was no warm up. No gentle introduction to the heavy leather strands of her flogger. She had brought the falls down on him with her full weight. He winced as the welts rose across his rump. "One... Ma'am... Thank you!" He uttered. CRACK! The second strike was harder and heavier still, only this time she had moved around to his other buttock. She caught him dead on centre and the impact threw him forwards. He sucked air in through his teeth and grimaced. "Two... Ma'am!.. Thank you!" He continued counting. CRACK! The third strike was different and came from a strange angle. The falls were collected together and thudded against his shoulder, making his arms buckle slightly. "Three... Ma'am!! Thank... you!" CRACK! Strike number four hit his other shoulder just above his ribs. The falls wrapped under his armpit slightly and he heard her laugh as the marks quickly shone through his skin. He was growing dizzy now, his cock spurring into life beneath him, his love of pain and the release of endorphins rushing through his body. "Four!!... Ma'am!! Thank you!!" CRACK! He had felt her move around him and the fifth crack had hit him squarely on the left thigh. He was grateful his balls had gone unscathed. "Five!!... Ma'am!! Thank you!" CRACK!!! CRACK!!! This time she hit him with two successive rump shots, both swinging with a little less impact but his now reddening skin felt their blows, alright. "Six... and... Seven... Ma'am!! Thank YOU!" He could barely speak through his gritted teeth. CRACK!!! CRACK!!! Again, she struck him twice, in exactly the same spots as before. He, momentarily, marvelled at her new found dexterity and knew she would have been practicing. The rush of pain poured through him further. "Eight... and... NINE!!! ... Ma'am! THANK YOU!!!" He knew the last stroke would have the most impact. Sometimes she swapped over her desired tool and opted for something with a bit more clout. He braced himself and waited an eternity for the final contact. He felt her straddle over him and feared the worse. CRACK!! The last stroke hit squarely between his legs and the falls of the flogger travelled over his balls and along his now engorged cock. The tips caught him flesh and stung like hell. "GRRR!!! Fuck!!!! TEN!!!! MA'AM!!! THANK YOU!!!" He growled in response. Bad Boy Ch. 01 James was a dick. Good looking, tough, deep voice, smart, brilliant at numbers, athletic, and socially adept. Nevertheless, a dick. As a business owner, he knew how to get new business and keep key accounts from the competition. It didn't matter how, convincing executives through solid sales skills or influencing purchasing officers with a round of golf, a round of drinks, or getting them fucked by girl (read prostitute) way beyond their league. Getting them fucked was his favorite way to win with the company men who did purchasing, especially when they had kids and he had a camera. Somehow, he never got caught for his underhanded actions. He liked seducing other men's wives and girlfriends. He relished the thought of his prick fucking another man's girl. He never went back for seconds. What was the fun once he'd won them over? He didn't cheat at sports, one of his few points of honor, but he seldom lost when he played. It didn't matter what the sport: football, basketball, marathons, he played to win. In fact, it was his desire to win that made him such a prick. The one loss he had that he regretted, that he couldn't get over, was Melissa. She was a gorgeous girl. She was bright. She was generous. She was, he hated to admit, faithful. Faithful to her family, her husband, her morals, and her religion. She had perfect curves, a fit body, and deep love for her husband Matt. James had known Matt and Melissa since college. James was Matt's roommate. Matt had done well in school but where he won was with Melissa. She dressed conservatively, but turned heads no matter what she wore. She was one of those rare people that, when she entered the room, everybody turned to watch. And not just for her beauty. She had a personality that immediately hooked those around her. She made people feel better about who they were. She made people feel like they mattered. She made people feel that they wanted to be better and improve. Matt on the other hand was dull, quiet, and boring. James had no idea how Matt had ended up with Melissa. And James hated that. He hated it with his whole soul. - Matt went outside to get the newspaper. He saw his buddy James across the street. "James good morning bud. How are you this morning?" "Never better Matt. You?" James crossed the street to talk with Matt. "Doing well." Matt enjoyed James' company. He didn't know why Melissa disliked being around James so much. He just knew James was a fun guy. A little rough around the edges, perhaps, but an honest guy who was there to help him out. At least, that's what Matt thought. James liked Matt, mostly because he was familiar and they had been friends in college. However, James would have blown Matt off long ago if he hadn't still been itching to get into Melissa's pants. He learned long ago the direct approach wouldn't work. Melissa actually hurt him pretty badly when he came onto her back in college. When Matt learned about it, James blamed it all on being drunk. Melissa remained cool around James no matter how he'd softened his approach. It's like she knew what he was trying to do. It felt like there was a mental block preventing him from getting closer to her. "Are we still up for a game of golf this weekend?" Matt asked. James often had business deals that took him out of town at the last minute. It struck Matt as strange that so often those deals were made over weekends. On the other hand, Matt had no idea the kind of things James did to close his deals. "Yes. Think we need to increase my handicap by a two? You might actually have a chance of winning." Matt put on a smile at James joke but grimaced inside. He liked Jame but when it came to winning golf, James was a dick. Melissa stepped out and smiled at her husband. She smiled at James, just like always. How are you this morning. James knew she was putting on a show for Matt. It was like he could feel her in his mind, trying to get rid of him or even trying to change who he was. It made him want to fuck the bitch even more. He wanted to conquer her, to win her over, but felt like his ability to respond to Melissa was being blocked. "You two going golfing tomorrow?" "Yeah, we are." Matt said smiling. A moment after Matt said the words James had an idea pop in his head for a new business idea. Something that could really make him some solid cash. "Oh man. I forgot Matt. I actually do have something that I've got to work on." James said. "You know what, lets do a rain check." "No problem." Matt smiled but felt a bit disappointed inside. He loved James' jokes and stories of the girls he met. James didn't tell them they were in relationships, Matt wouldn't have liked that. Melissa got a big smile on her face. "Oh well, maybe next time." and she went back inside. James brain was running on all four cylinders on his idea but even that didn't keep him from getting hooked on Melissa's tight ass as she walked back into the house. Matt had noticed it too. Suddenly he felt horny as hell. "Talk to you later bud." Matt said as he turned and nearly sprinted into the house. James watched the scene. There was something odd about it all. He'd momentarily lost his desire to fuck Melissa, despite the great view of her ass he'd just gotten. He went back into his house to work out his new idea. It was brilliant. After working on his idea all morning and into the night, James was exhausted. His idea just wouldn't work out. It had seemed so clear when he'd had the idea. He couldn't explain why it seemed so good, like an epiphany of genius, but the nuts and bolts of the thing weren't so good. He had that happen a number of times. He'd always go find some wife or girlfriend to fuck to take his mind off the situation when the days was wasted like this one. But he didn't feel the least bit horny now. So instead, for the first time in years, he sat and thought about what had happened with Matt and Melissa. Those epiphanies that lead to nothing always seemed to happen around her. The more he thought about that morning's conversations the more he realized those epiphanies only happened when she was around. For some reason he felt angry about it. Now he wanted to win, to win at anything. But again, for the first time in years he fought off the thoughts in his head to get out the door and play sports, or chase women, or call up business associates. Instead he analyzed what had happened. - All weekend long, James sat in his chair and thought. He wrote down notes on ideas he'd had. He wrote down situations where he seemed confused. He wrote down times when his ideas had suddenly shifted. An average man couldn't remember all those situations, let alone put them together. But James had a brilliancy that was far above average. He had a memory of events that was also beyond 99% of those around him. It gave him a tremendous business advantage. He put those talents to use on an idea he'd never had before. By late Sunday morning he'd decided that Melissa was influencing him. He didn't know how, or why. Nevertheless, he know had an epiphany he was willing to waste time on. Beating Melissa was the one victory in life he'd never gotten, but desperately wanted. - "Baby boy, cum on my tits, please?" The blonde whore looked up at James with beautiful brown eyes. She was married to the business owner he'd visited that week. The guy had been busy and didn't have time for him even after making an appointment. There was only one way to treat a guy like that. Fuck his wife. The fact that she was a good looking women didn't hurt. She was around 40 and had some stretch marks and a little baby fat, but that didn't slow James' cock as he slid it between her nice round tits. He smiled at the thought of victory over the whore's husband. He liked to win. A business deal would have been a better win; after all, he got all the pussy he wanted while he always wanted more cash. But nevertheless, a win was a win. The whore looked up and licked the top of his cock as it slid up towards her face. The act was so hot; James felt his balls tighten he smirked at the bitch below him. He groaned and shot his load into her eye. Cum spurted into her hair and on her face. He loved winning. He didn't care how he had to do it. - After the slut wife fell asleep in her and her husband's bed, James quietly slipped out of bed and grabbed a piece of paper and started writing furiously. He had spent a great deal of time on the road. In fact he hadn't seen his house in over six months. His mind was clearer than ever. He loved the feeling. When he first started thinking about what happened with Melissa he had been confused. As he put together the pieces, he felt like he found a possible way to understand it, but one that was based on magic...or something. To test his hypothesis he made certain he didn't see Matt or Melissa. He wrote down his thoughts in a journal. His conclusion, Melissa was influencing him. He almost felt like she had been controlling his mind. He hated the feeling. He liked to be in control. Being controlled felt like losing. He hated Melissa even more for controlling him. None of this made sense to a practical guy like James. He didn't think about morals, except to dismiss them. He didn't believe in magic, unless you counted the feeling of fucking someone or winning, which were pretty much the same thing. He followed his nonsensical thoughts anyway. So he left town to avoid Melissa. - Being away for a longer period of time had done wonders for his mind. He felt like he was in complete control of it. He felt like he was in high school again, getting what he wanted from those around him. Threatening or bullying them, if necessary. And he knew how far he could go because somehow he could understand what they were thinking and knew where to draw the line in his interactions. He hadn't noticed it at first, but he figured that Melissa could (potentially) control or direct his thoughts. Perhaps he could figure out what others were thinking and do the same. He stopped drinking. He let his executives at his company keep things running. He stopped fucking. He simply meditated for a month. The meditation did nothing for him. In fact, he got so bored that he nearly went straight back to his house. But then a business deal fell through. He called up his VP of sales asking if anything important was going on. The VP let him know about the deal. James delayed his return home and went to the customer. After a month of seclusion and meditation, his mind felt clearer than in any deal ever. Because the deal was important, his mind was focused on the customer executives. He watched their faces, listed to their words, and truly heard their intonations. He was amazed; he almost felt like he could hear their thoughts, feel their concerns, and know where their minds were headed. He'd never closed a more successful deal on better terms with higher potential profit. He didn't know what had happened. He guessed it was related to his meditation. From then on he stopped rushing from deal to deal. Instead he took of several days between each deal to recover. He didn't watch shows, didn't eat rich foods, didn't fuck other guy's girls. He exercised, slept, ate simple food, and meditated. He was making better deals than ever. After five months he finally came across the prick whose wife he'd just fucked. The guy didn't come to meet him at their appointment, just sent his secretary to say he was indisposed and couldn't make their meeting. The secretary apologized. That made James more angry than ever. He needed to win and needed revenge on this prick who blown him off. He looked up the guy's name on the internet and found a picture of the guy and his wife at a recent charity event. His wife was a hot piece of ass. James tracked down their home and then meditated for two days. He met the wife at her front door. She looked distraught. She smiled politely and let him in. James explained he was a friend of her husband and was supposed to meet him. She apologized, her husband had to rush out of town just earlier that week. James started reading her thoughts. Something was wrong, he knew that. If he kept probing he could have figured out what it was but he really didn't care. He just wanted to fuck the bitch. So he kept searching for how he could befriend her. He realized she felt lonely. He started playing on that thought. He knew what to say to make her feel less lonely. But he kept feeling resistance. He tried from another angle, another feeling she was having, one of loss. He worked on it and acted to break through. As he was making progress he felt resistance, even more than before. He took a different approach and found anger; again, just as he thought he was going to break through the ice and he felt a wall go up. He was furious inside, though he didn't show it. First the prick husband had treated him like a common salesman and now the bitch wife was resisting his tries to warm her up. He concentrated his anger on the emotional wall he felt in her. He didn't know what was causing the wall. He didn't care. He just wanted to knock it down and didn't care about the damage. He smiled and made small talk while she responded weakly. He concentrated more on the emotional wall, on the thoughts behind them whatever they were. She started shaking and asked if he could go. He politely refused and smiled. It made him even more angry that she'd asked him to go. He wanted to fuck. He wanted revenge. He wanted to win and every nerve in his body, every thought, every heartbeat was focused on knocking down the wall. It was like all the feelings in his body, and the senses in his nervous system, all the logic in his brain were all focused on knocking down that wall. A loud "Pop!" suddenly echoed in his mind. James was stunned. He took a step back from the bitch wife. He didn't know what the sound was. He didn't know where it came from. It didn't sound like it was in the room. Instead, it sounded like it came from her. Or in her. Or in her mind. James looked at the wife in front him. Her face was blank. She didn't move and hardly breathed. He'd been so surprised by the noise that he'd stopped concentrating on her. He started to probe her mind again. The wall was gone. In fact, it felt like her mind had gone blank. He asked her if she was alright but she didn't respond. He slapped her face and she just sat there. He slapped her harder leaving red marks on her cheek. No reaction. He wasn't worried, after all no one else knew he was there and he could just slip away. But he was curious. He started to look back into her mind. He felt like he must have knocked the wall down. Perhaps he could put thoughts and emotions back in her brain. He started with a small thought and repeated it as he probed her brain. He was thinking about how pleasant it was for her to have him over. After a few minutes, the thought seemed to catch in her brain. He could sense it. She was thinking about how nice it was to have him over. He pushed a bit more. He thought about what a gentlemanly guy he was. She took that thought and started to move physically. He worked to get her to want him to be there, to comfort her. He could feel the thought take root in her mind. She hadn't said a word yet, but he was thinking of a conversation between them in his head. She was following the conversation. "Fuckin' incredible." James said out loud. "What was that?" the wife replied. James was surprised for just a moment "Oh nothing." James smiled sweetly back. As they started to make small talk James could feel her mind turning back on, thoughts coming back. But he wasn't done yet. He started working on thoughts about how much better a man he was than her husband who'd left. He could feel her grasp the thought. She started complaining about her husband. James smiled evilly as he nodded in agreement. He felt her original thoughts coming back faster. James started imagining her kissing him, brushing his hair, being embraced by him. He could feel her catching on to the thoughts. She was a bit lonely again, but he turned that loneliness against her husband...she needed a better man to salve the ache. She expressed her deep gratitude for James visiting her after all she'd been through...whatever the hell that meant. James didn't have time to probe. He wanted her on all fours getting fucked in the ass. He felt her anger, he directed it towards her prick husband. She said vicious things that James knew she hadn't ever thought before. An evil smile spread broadly across his lips. He re-emphasized the physical touch and comfort of a kiss, a brush of the hand, a soft embrace. The wife ate them up. He started pushing dirtier thoughts. Thoughts of rubbing her shoulders and brushing the tops of her boobs lightly. He felt resistance. He concentrated on the thought of touching her boobs and felt it break through her mind and become her thought. James imagined rubbing her shoulders and then the sides of her body. In his mind he brushed the sides of her boobs. He felt her accept that thought. He decided to get them someplace comfortable. He thought about her bed. He thought about how comfortable it would be to kiss him on it. He felt resistance. Despite all the earlier thoughts he put in her head, he felt powerful resistance. She had a strong sense of loyalty. So he de-sexualized the bed. It was simply a good place to chat. The chairs they were on were uncomfortable. The room was too bright. The bedroom was better. She hooked on to these thoughts. "Do you mind showing me your beautiful house?" James asked. She smiled and agreed. When they got to the bedroom he didn't ask. He just sat on the bed. After a moment of thinking and influencing, she sat next to him. He could feel her lust increasing. He thought more sexual thoughts and began rubbing her shoulders. At first she resisted. But then she relaxed. Even though she'd just been thinking about his dick, she didn't want to cheat. Her mind was getting more and more like it had been before. He felt the emotional wall starting to come back. She pushed his hands off of her shoulders. He started feeling frustrated. He didn't want to lose, not when he was this close. He felt greater resistance as his dirty thoughts were pushed away. He'd been too slow. She was closing her mind to him. She stood up off the bed. He smiled again. He'd remembered what he'd done. He'd taken all his emotions and forced them on her. Now he was horny, and frustrated, and angry. He was going to have her pussy. He stopped talking and stared, concentrating every thought back on her emotional wall. His frustration, his anger, his lust, and finally his desire to win. He felt the bitch's emotional wall getting pushed back out of the way. It didn't pop this time, it just fell back and then slipped away. She remained awake and alert this time but he felt emptiness in her mind. He smirked. He was winning. He didn't go slowly this time. He started thinking of about her pussy and filling it with his dick. After a few minutes, the thought caught on in her brain. He could sense it. She was thinking, but only about his dick in her pussy. He stood and kissed her; she kissed back. He thought about rubbing her shoulders then started doing it. She responded by relaxing, her brain filling up with lust. He slid his tongue in her mouth. He felt her tongue wrestle back and slide into his mouth. He started thinking about how her pussy must itch, she needed it scratched. He grabbed her right hand and guided her hand down her pants. He felt her grasp on to the thought of scratching the sexual itch in her cunt. "I've never done this!" she exclaimed as she finger fucked herself. Soon she had her pants off and her hand was down the front of her tight pink panties. He pushed thoughts about how good it was to jill off and the bitch wife latched onto them. Bad Boy Ch. 01 James tore her blouse open, popping off the buttons. He could feel her lust spike. He'd sensed that was a turn on for her but had no idea how well it would work. Her tits were in his mouth as he willed thoughts of grabbing his dick into her mind. She responded by pulling back. She gave him a wicked smile and her left hand, which hand been holding his shoulders grazed his chest, lighted over his tummy and slowly started unbuckling his belt. Instead of putting more thoughts into her head, James acted on the lusts and desires that were building in her mind and body. He sensed that he'd awoken something in her. He felt her thoughts trying to push back, but this time he was ready and willed them away. Her desire to be faithful was in shreds. Her dislike of her husband was intense and she came to the conclusion herself that her husband no longer could satisfy her. Her lust filled her. She was no longer fighting James mind. She was giving herself to him. Her hand was working wonders on his cock. Her mouth soon followed. He wanted a good blowjob. Usually women sucked at blow jobs. But he taught her in her mind and shaped her actions. She was doing an amazing job and James was ready to blow his load. Instead, James stepped back. The bitch looked up, surprised. "On all fours you dirty bitch. I'm fucking your pretty ass." James said with obvious contempt. She fought back mentally. She didn't want to degrade herself like that. James concentrated on her again and soon her mind was blank. James had soon mounted her ass and was fucking her. He filled her mind with lust. Getting fucked in the ass was the best thing ever. He felt for the emotional wall he'd knock down twice. It was gone. He felt for her desire to be faithful. It was gone. He felt for her dignity. It was gone. He'd turned her into an animal. She was a slut. - He wrote down his thoughts after fucking the bitch wife. He sensed her dreams. Apparently her son had died. That's what caused her husband to blow him off the day of the appointment. That's why she resisted him. He didn't care. He attacked the thoughts of her son and replaced them with thoughts of lust. Thoughts of cheating. Soon her love for her son was gone. The prick husband should have kept his appointment. Taking his bitch wife and turning her into a slut was a good way of winning. James smiled as he wrote down everything that happened; his thoughts, her reactions, how he'd handled her. He wanted to replicate it. - It was twelve months since James had been to his house. James felt himself being worn out whenever he used this new found power. He felt like his soul was draining away. Despite the loss of energy, James had perfected his ability to shape others thoughts. None of the other experiences had been as intense as the first time with the wife he'd turned into a slut. He'd actually checked back on her, she was fucking every man in the neighborhood. She wanted him to fuck her but she was all used up. She was doing meth and was a complete wreck. He visited her husband. The guy was a wreck. He'd lost his son; his wife had turned into a slut and drug addict. He didn't know what to do. James had no mercy. He wanted the guy ruined. He convinced the guy to sell him his business at fire sale price. With a little more twisting of the guy's mind he convinced him that suicide was a good way to go. James was happy. He had won. Bad Boy Ch. 02 Lukas moaned again. Was this some kind of crazy dream?! What the hell was happening to him? Sighing loudly, Mrs Kirkwood sat up on her knees and licked Lukas' spunk from around her mouth with a sensuous pink tongue. "Mmmmm...oh, little boys cum is the best taste in the world...especially when they're virgins..." She leant over his face, her dark hair hanging round her head and seemingly blocking out all the light. "But don't worry Lukas...you won't be when you leave..." * * * * * She grabbed Lukas' tie and pulled him upright so that she was straddling his legs. Tutting as she pushed her hair back from around her face, she said, "I do hope you're going to last longer than this..." She grinned evilly. "I'm not at all finished with you Lukas...not at all." As she said this she hiked her skirt up around her thighs, revealing her matching black lace panties to Lukas' wild-eyed face. Letting out an exasperated moan, Mrs Kirkwood looked at his flaccid penis and closed her eyes. Opening them again she said a little more gently, "Lukas my dear, if we're going to do this then I'd like you to be a little more enthusiastic about fucking me. I mean...isn't it supposed to be every little boy's dream to sleep with his teacher? Especially when they're..." Here she took his dick in her hand and played with it lazily. "As good as I am...and you'll know how that feels soon enough." Lukas lay against the door absolutely spent. Going from a quick wank in his bedroom at home to THIS! And now she wanted to FUCK HIM?! His mouth sagged open. Thoughts spun in his head. Reason battled with instinct. She was a oldster! But no question - she looked bloody good. Him getting to stick a teacher? This would earn him boasting rights for years...he smiled dreamily. No question about it, he was going to enjoy this as much as she was. He looked down at her hand curled around his penis and said in a low voice, "Mrs Kirkwood..." She looked up at him through her glasses. "I think I'm ready to have my lesson now." Lukas saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes. "Except that I'm gonna teach you somethin'." As he said this, he pushed her in the chest so she fell off him and skidded backwards along the floor for a few metres. Lukas stood over her and looked down. She looked up at him fearfully, the balance of power changed in those few seconds. "What...what're you going to do to me Lukas?" She whimpered seductively as her breasts heaved. "Be gentle..." "I'm not going to fuck you yet bitch." Lukas growled. "First..." Here he held out a hand and helped her to her feet. She stood up, shaking a little. He lifted her up easily and she moaned as she felt his hardening dick press into her groin. Placing her on the desk, Lukas drew up a chair and sat infront of her. Opening her legs roughly and seeing the wetness on the black lace made his penis rise to its full height. He shook his head to forget the fact of his own arousal and looked up at Mrs Kirkwood. "I wanna taste ya." He wasted no time in ripping her wet panties off her firm body. Moaning under his breath he stared at how the lips of her vagina were already gaping open through her sparse pubic hair, beckoning him in. He could see the soft pink of her inner entrance, and the small drops of her excitement already beginning to gather and trickle out. Tentatively he reached forward and stroked the edge of one of her lips. She closed her eyes and began to massage one breast as he slowly explored its soft length. Then sliding his finger deep into her moistness, he heard her groan. Slowly he drew it out and then placed it in his mouth. Her juices tasted like honey, salt and vanilla. He made a guttural sound in his throat as he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the desk. Placing his head between her thighs, he lapped at the trickles of her pre-cum on her pussy lips. Mrs Kirkwood gripped the desk hard, her knuckles whitening as Lukas' tongue penetrated her soft vadge. He delved inside her, tracing her velvety walls with every movement of his mouth. He withdrew and placed his attention on her hard clit, nipping and sucking on it until she was bucking against him and running her hands through his hair. He reached up one hand and released her breasts from the bra. Taking one in his hand, he felt the warm, soft weight of it and squeezed it tentatively. She moaned loudly as he teased her swollen clit with his tongue and pinched her large nipple with his naïve fingers. Arching her back and thrusting her groin against Lukas' willing tongue, Mrs Kirkwood was pleasantly surprised at her pupil's aptitude. She cried out as he nibbled on her clit sharply and tweaked her nipple. "Ohhhhh...Lukas!!" she groaned. "Stop...No, don't...I'm...!!!!" She tipped her head backward and pushed his head against her muff as she started to orgasm. Taking no notice of her pleas Lukas forced her to cum 3 times, licking up the juices of her ecstasy as it spilled out of her pussy and onto the desk, teasing her to the brink with his eager tongue. At last he stopped and pulled back. He leant back in the chair and wiped the last remnants of her orgasm from his chin. "Like that?" He asked flippantly, trying to hide his obvious arousal at the fact he had made his headmistress cum all over her posh oak desk. "Lukas..." Mrs Kirkwood stepped down from her desk with obvious difficulty. Her legs were sticky with her own juices and Lukas' spit. She reached between her legs and fingered herself with a little moan. "What's this?" She laughed lightly at the cum on her fingertip. She sucked it off with pleasure. "Mmm...oh Lukas...that was good. I didn't know you would be so forward. I'm so..." She moaned again. "Swollen...I can still feel you down there." She stepped forward, the light glinting off her glasses. Staring down at Lukas' lap, where his erection was. She whispered, "You have to fuck me now, you know that." Lukas smiled up at her cockily. She looked back at him, the desire apparent in her voracious gaze. "Except I still have a few things I can teach you..." She stepped over him, straddling his lap with her legs as his cock rubbed against her slick pussy. Lukas bit his lip. "At last..." she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes. "I'm going to have you Lukas...before anyone else...you're going to be mine." As she said this she gently slid over him a little, just so the glans was inside her. Mrs Kirkwood closed her eyes as Lukas placed his hands on her full, ripe bottom. Slowly...she slid further and further, taking her time and increasing his urgency. The sensation of his young, virile cock entering her so teasingly was almost too much. As she finally took his whole length into her, he cried out. She ground against him, whimpering and making small sounds like a child. Lukas could feel her soft, hot pussy completely covering him and he throbbed inside her as his balls started to tighten. Mrs Kirkwood stroked his feverish brow and whispered gently, "Not yet Lukas, hold it...mmm...I'm gonna..." she gasped as he moved a little, "Show you one last thing..." Lukas looked at her inquisitively and then he felt her tighten over him. He moaned as she began to move up and down over him, the muscles inside her clenching and bringing him almost to the brink. "Do you like it?" she murmured throatily. Lukas nodded his head vigorously, feeling as if he was gonna cum very soon and very hard. He bit his lip and managed to croak out that he was gonna cum. She kissed him gently on the forehead and stroked his hair back. "Relax...just concentrate on the movement..." He could feel her rising almost off him before coming back down on his dick hard. He groaned. "I can't last much longer." To take his mind off his rock solid balls, he gently played his finger around her ass. Smiling mischievously, he quickly brought it to his mouth, sucked it and then slid it up her anus. She hissed and then groaned as he worked both her holes at once. "OK Lukas...you can let go when I say..." He nodded his head thankfully. "Ready? 1...2...3." He moaned as he felt his imminent explosion build and build. "Now!" she cried. "Arghhhh!" He came hard inside her as she came around him. "Lukas!!!!" she moaned. "I can feel you...so fucking deep...in me!" She ground her pelvis hard against him as he worked every drop he had out. At last they were both done and she climbed off him. Lukas lay back in the chair, completely spent. "Did you like that?" she asked coyly as she wiped herself off with a tissue. "Fuck yes." He answered as she passed him the box. He wiped the cum and her juices off his now flaccid penis. Stepping back into her rather ripped pants and adjusting her skirt and glasses Mrs Kirkwood sat herself back down behind her desk. She drew a pad of paper toward her and wrote something down busily as Lukas tucked himself back into his trousers. She leant over the rather messy desk. "Must remember to clean that up." She said with a brisk smile as she handed him the note. "That should do for an excuse if anyone catches you on the way out and doesn't believe you're ill," she winked, "growing boys like you need to keep their strength up." "So..." she leaned back in the chair and flipped open her personal organiser. "I think we'll arrange another meeting for...let's see...next Wednesday if that's good with you?" He nodded. "You're obviously a very troubled boy Lukas, who needs a lot of counselling." She stroked her hair back with one hand. "You're dismissed." Lukas gaped. After all that, just "you're dismissed"?! "What're you gawking at boy? Get out!" she said gaily. Lukas stood from his chair and walked rather awkwardly to the door. "Oh Lukas..." she called cheerfully from behind him. He turned to face her. "Don't forget next Wednesday, my dear, we still have a LOT to go through." She winked sexily and in that one second Lukas saw what he'd seen in the past hour, the headmistress who liked to fuck her students. Then it was gone and he was walking along the corridor and out the gates. He had half a day left to waste. He could go and find Kev, Key and Dane! He whistled as he walked along the pavement. Whether they'd believe his tale was another story though... Mrs Kirkwood watched Lukas as he walked cheerfully out of the school gates. A teasing smile played about her lips as she opened her personal organised. Turning to the page marked "POTENTIALS" she slid her finger down the list of names. "Miss Jenx!" she called. The small ginger haired secretary scurried in. "Yes, Mrs Kirkwood?" she queried in her squeaky voice. "Schedule an appointment with me for Lukas Eckles, next Wednesday morning would you?" "Of course, Mrs Kirkwood. Would that be in the morning or afternoon?" "Hmm..." Mrs Kirkwood rested her head on her hand. "I think morning Mrs Jenx...I always feel rather more capable of handling such active youngsters at that time." She smiled sweetly. "That will be all, thank you." As Mrs Jenx hurried out of the room, Mrs Kirkwood lay back in her chair and let the previous hour's 'activities' wash over her. Taking her organiser in one hand, she closed her eyes and jabbed at the POTENTIALS page with one perfectly manicured fingernail. Opening them, she smiled happily at her selection. Tash Hedgison - a tall, dark blonde, troubled girl if there ever was one. Mrs Kirkwood allowed herself a small laugh. Her next victim...and she only hoped that blondes really were as much fun. Bad Boy Ch. 02 Normally, she would have comforted him after a beating and stroked his sore skin to help him come back down to earth. On this occasion, she left him there, a trembling wreck while she casually put her slippers back on and lit a cigarette. She watched the redness on his skin develop and realised that they weight of the strikes she had given him weren't really that bad. Yes, he would be sore for a little while, but there would be no lasting damage. His mind, on the other hand, was a different element altogether. She moved around to sit nearer to him and relaxed her demeanour a little. She could see his cock, still hard and aroused, below him and knew only to well that despite it being a process of punishment that he had probably loved every minute of what had just happened. He waited for his breathing to settle before finally turning to her and asking if he could move. She simply nodded and let him adjust his position. Unfolding himself he then sat, cross-legged on the floor in front of her, his cock resting nicely in his lap, his twitching balls resting on the carpet beneath him. "So...Have you learned your lesson?" She quizzed him, knowing only full well there was no real lesson for him to have learned. "Yes, Ma'am, I have!" He replied, his eyes pointing downwards; he looked a shadow of his usual self. "You know, I'm not really bothered about you chatting to that girl last night," she added, "I was more bothered about the fact that you didn't text me when I asked you to!" "I know, Ma'am" he nodded "and I'm sorry. My phone battery died, but I did text you as soon as I got home!" "Ah, well!" She observed, "It would seem you got a beating for nothing then! What a shame!" "Yes, Ma'am..." he uttered, reliving the last few minutes in his head, his cock still twitching in his lap, "but I need it!" -0- At that she turned on her heels and made her way into the living room. He followed her and kissed her briefly by way of a proper "thank you". Naked, sore, and in a semi-state of arousal he helped her make some breakfast and they sat together eating toast, drinking coffee and watching the early news on the television. Although he felt far more relaxed he knew she hadn't finished with him yet, and there was probably much more to come. He was right! -0- She showered and left him to clear the breakfast things away. Emerging from the shower she made him dry her carefully with the big fluffy towel, apply her deodorant, and massage body lotion into her legs and feet. She then instructed him to apply 'the parachute' which he always found uncomfortable due to the large size of his balls. Standing in front of her, his balls surrounded by a thick piece of leather, he soaked up her naked form. She was easily as tall as him, with an array of imperfections, but there was something so powerfully sexual about her body that he could not resist her. Her breasts were large and soft, her belly rounded and curved, yet he cherished every inch of her. Eventually she moved aside and told him to lie down on the bed. Within moments she was squatting above his face, looking down along the length of his body. He could see her labia dangling down above his face and ached for the opportunity of feasting on her. She attached a length of chain to the underside of 'the parachute' and then lowered herself into position. Rarely did she give him any warning. He had learned to breathe in quickly in order to not pass out while under her. Her sweet, warm, cunt, covered his mouth and he revelled in his position. He loved it when she queened him and his cock responded accordingly. She wriggled on top of him, working her pussy into just the right position for her, and then as his tongue found its way in between her already wet folds she began rocking over him, obviously getting herself off. He was aware that his hands were free but instead of lifting them to help and support her, he hooked them under his own hips out of the way. She loved sitting on his face. He had such a soft, sensual mouth and she relished taking orgasms in this way. She liked being able to watch his cock and balls twitching and to see his body writhe beneath her. Briefly, she lifted herself and allowed him another breath. She heard him gasp then lowered herself for more. He stretched his open mouth around her whole pussy and sucked and licked for all he was worth. He knew how many subs had begged to be under her, yet she had chosen him. As far as he knew he was the only man that had touched her in all the time he had been collared. She ground down further, pressing her full weight against his face, feeling the tip of his nose rubbing against her perineum. She could feel him straining his tongue up into her as deep as he could and clenched her muscles around him to make him know she was there. His cock lurched in response and she teased it with the metal chain attached to 'the parachute'. Little droplets of pre-cum had been oozing out of him and she wondered how many times he might be able to cum today. She had been training him to have multiple orgasms and so enjoyed watching him reach those peaks of euphoria. He could feel and taste her getting wetter and wetter, her urgency building, her hunger more and more apparent. He wriggled his chin below her and snatched every opportunity for a quick breath when she moved up enough to break contact with his face. Then he sensed it. The involuntary tightening of her, the sound of her breath coming short, and he worked his mouth harder and deeper. She worked with him, knowing her own body, and yanked on the chain, pulling 'the parachute' tight and his balls with it as she shot her squirt into his waiting mouth. He growled into her and continued working, knowing the orgasm would soon follow and she would want more. Instead, she moved down his body, quickly, and squatted immediately over his now bulging penis. She was so wet and warm he could barely contain himself. Her big meaty pussy with its deceptive inner tightness worked and worked up and down his shaft until she exploded over him and his cock, balls, groin and crack were seeping with her juices. She pulled harder on the chain, almost unaware of his presence, using him, wanting more and more. He bit into the side of his cheek, struggling not to cum, trying to control himself just for her. Then, again, she changed her position. She was now on all fours, her breasts pendulous beneath her. She pulled him up behind her and he waited for her to lead him. He knew what she wanted but had to be patient. She hooked the chain between her legs and pulled him in closer. Feeling back with her spare hand she stroked her wet slit then reached back to find his hard, slippery cock. Inch by inch, she slid back onto him feeling his full length fill her inside. The leash tightened around his balls and he felt locked in place behind her. She rocked then; rolling her hips over his cock, seemingly oblivious to his gasps and groans behind her. "Fuck me!" She demanded, giving some slack on the chain. He then held onto her hips and started to work in her. He knew he couldn't thrust too hard or fast -- it would make him cum. He looked down and saw his meaty cock sliding in and out of her meaty cunt. It glistened at the base from her juices. It turned him on so much to serve her in this way. He knew many others would see this act as anything but submissive but he was doing her bidding, he was pleasing her, fucking her, following her lead. She owned him and he loved her for it. He could feel the familiar spasm rising high inside her, he continued moving inside her. In and out... In and out... In and out. Until the leash around his balls tightened again and she pulled him deep into her. "Now!" She commanded, her voice almost a groan. In an instant, and only one more thrust, his cock was deep inside her pumping his thick white load into her twitching and still orgasming, pussy. The feeling was sensational and he felt the room spin around him, his breathing virtually stopped, her groans mixed with his as she fell forwards onto the bed and pulled him with her.