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Dirk’s Domination

By: dirtyword



April, 2015

Dirk performed his dumbbell curls deliberately and methodically while he stood next to the mirror. He closely watched the way his chiseled biceps strained against his tanned skin. The veins in his arms stood out conspicuously, as he continued to pump blood, into his muscular arms. I could see droplets of sweat trickle down his massive pecs and then slide down his perfect abs, ultimately disappearing into his shorts. The bulge in his shorts stretched the nylon material, threatening to rip through if he got any stiffer. Looking in the mirror, while working out, always made Dirk hard. It always made me hard as well. He looked good and he knew it!

Dirk craved the rush he got whenever his muscles burned from his intense workout. To him it was pure animal aggression. He was proud and oh so hot! His shirts would barely contain his nicely developed arms. He displayed his massive chest by keeping the top three buttons undone. He knew that all the squats he did made his pants look like they were glued to his beefy legs. But, what he really appreciated was the way the ladies commented on his butt. He could hear them whispering as he walked by, "Look at that guy's butt. I'd bet he would look good with his pants beside my bed!" 

Dirk took one last look in the mirror before getting ready for his monthly ritual. Dirk is 6' 3", dark hair, and 210 pounds of pure sexual magnetism. He is twenty nine years old and gets more handsome every year. He couldn't wait to get to the bar and decide who would be lucky enough to get his big dick tonight. Dirk thought he was God's gift to women. He was right. He looked good enough to eat.

Dirk went into the bathroom to take a shower. He pulled off his shorts and turned on the water. His dick was beautiful. It still was engorged, but no longer hard from the workout. His balls hung loose and low. He looked closely into the mirror and decided that the dark stubble on his face still looked good. He smiled and displayed the whitest teeth I had ever seen. The guy was flawless.

Dirk struck a couple bodybuilder poses and his dick began to thicken, and, I began to drool. Man, I would love to worship that body, especially his dick. The way his foreskin hid the head of dick made me want to lick the inside of his sensitive skin. I wanted to pull the skin up over my nose and breathe in his male musk. Dirk stepped into the shower and I no longer had the privilege of ogling that muscled ass. I knew I would catch him later when he brought home the next lucky chick from the bar. Dirk considered himself straight, but, if the situation arose, he would let a guy blow him. Occasionally he would bring home a couple when the man wanted "to watch" as he fucked his wife. No matter what the sex his conquests were; if he was feared and his body worshiped by the end of the night, he had done his job.

Dirk has a special way of dominating others through his physical appearance and his too cocky, alpha male attitude. His self-assured command of any situation made him a natural leader. Or, should I say, his self-assured command made others submissive followers. By the time they were in his apartment, they were already subservient to Dirk.

I was blessed to rent the apartment upstairs in his old house. When I knocked on the door answering his ad for an apartment for rent, I almost creamed in my jeans when he came to the door. Dirk was wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. His wide shoulders, narrow waist, and incredibly handsome face, had me intimidated instantly. The bulge in his pants seemed to hypnotize me and made it difficult to concentrate. I was having trouble keeping up my end of the conversation. Dirk got a little pissed that I was taking up his time. He reached forward and unexpectedly gave me a shove. The heel of my shoe caught on the doormat, I lost balance and fell backward. I landed on my butt. Dirk took a step forward so that he was straddling my legs. His crotch just inches away from my face. He reached down to help me up and said, "If you are done staring at me and want the apartment you got it, but I want the money up front."

I took out the $500 and handed it to him. I would have paid more. He turned me around and told me to leave. He wanted me to meet him the next day for the apartment key. He had things to do. I decided right then and there that I would spy on this macho hunk any chance I got. I wanted to see as much of him as possible.

In the next few days, I managed to locate spaces in the floor boards that I cold peek through, without being seen. I noticed his blinds didn't always close all the way, leaving enough of a gap, for me to spy through. I even found that I could watch him in his basement by, hiding in the bushes and, peeping in the low windows.

I even slipped into his house when he was in the bathroom and hid in an adjoining closet. There I could watch Dirk through a space in the wall. Of course this was dangerous, but, being this close to him sent an electric charge through my body directly to my dick. When it came to Dirk, I had no common sense. I was a slave to his masculinity, even at my own peril.

Later that night Dirk returned with a beautiful blond in her early twenties. I couldn't wait to see what method he would use to get himself off. In the past he would get his date turned on while getting a little more rough with her as the night went on. The women never seemed to mind. They liked being controlled by a strappingly big man who was confident and good looking to boot!

I heard Dirk demand, "Denise, come over here and take off your blouse. I want to see those beautiful tits."

Denise did what she was told and I watched as Dirk kissed and sucked on her nipples. Just watching that beautiful face, with those wet lips and long tongue kiss her tits got me hard. I wanted to feel his lips on me. Dirk swatted her tits. Then he sucked on them more. Then he swatted her tits a little harder and I could see they were getting red as he swatted each breast a couple more times. I could tell Denise was getting more and more turned on by the whimpering sounds that were coming out of her throat.

Dirk sat her down on a high back chair and told her to sit there and not move. He took his shirt off, then his belt and slowly began to pull down his pants. To my surprise, he had went to the bar commando! His beautiful cock popped out of his tight jeans already thick and hard. Denise and I both gasped! Hopefully he didn't hear me.

Dirk stood in front of her with his uncut cock near her face. He leaned over to give her a deep soulful kiss and then stood up again and moved his dick closer to her lips. He said, "Open your mouth and suck my dick."

Denise did as she was told and Dirk pushed his cock into her mouth. All he got into her mouth was the head of his dick. Her mouth seemed full, but we all knew she could take more. "Lick the head," he said, "Now, open your mouth as wide as you can and take more of my cock."

I could see Denise stretch her mouth wider as Dirk slid in a couple inches. "Is that the best you can do?" he said loudly. "Open wider!"

He sounded like he was getting angry with her. "I want you to take more!" he said forcefully.

This time he grabbed her hair and forcefully pushed his dick into her mouth. She began to struggle; he slapped her face. He roared, "Open your fucking mouth."

She opened her mouth as wide as she could. "Open more!" He slapped her in the face again. He shoved his thick cock deeper into her mouth and I heard a "pop" as the head of his dick slipped into her throat. My dick was as hard as a rock. I could see she was having trouble breathing. Her face was turning blue; then, Dirk pulled his cock out of her mouth. Denise gasped as she finally got some air. He put his big hands around her neck and moved his face real close to hers while he squeezed her neck and I heard him say. "We're going to try this again. I want you to relax your fucking throat. Let my cock in. Do you understand me?"

Denise said, "Yes Sir, I'm ready."

"Now open your fucking mouth."

Denise opened as wide as humanly possible and Dirk slid his cock into her mouth and down her throat fully. Denise gobbled it down like she was a real pro. Whenever Dirk thought Denise needed air, he would pull out his dick. As soon as she had gasped a breath of air, down her throat his cock would slide again.

Denise began to struggle. Her face was contorted as she tried to accommodate the thickening dick. Her eyes were wide with fright. The mascara was running down her cheeks as tears slid down her face. Dirk asked, "Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?"

Denise shook her head no. Dirk seemed to get more physical with every stroke of his massive cock. Denise finally stopped struggling and accepted Dirks massive dick like a pro. Just when I saw his balls raising in his sack, he pulled out of her throat and shot eight long ropes of cum on her face. "Take my sperm, you fucking, bitch." he ordered.

I shot my load as I watch that beautiful muscular man shoot out his thick sperm. It was fucking hot! Only a confident stud like Dirk could have so much cum. Denise's face was completely covered in thick white sperm. It was on her nose, in her eyes all over her lips and dripping down her chin. Dirk smiled in a beautiful sadistic way.

Dirk reached down and slid a couple fingers into Denise's wet pussy. She began to moan loudly. Dirk began to move his fingers in and out of her pussy lips. He added a couple more fingers and continued to stretch Denise's accommodating whole. Denise began pushing her crotch onto Dirk's large fingers. He pushed deeper with every stroke of his massive hand. Dirk increased his speed while Denise continued to buck against his hand. It was only a couple seconds later Denise screamed as her body convulsed with an orgasmic climax. Denise gulped to catch a breath, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her back arched off of the chair as wave after wave of primal orgasm racked her body.

While Denise recovered, Dirk went to get a wash cloth. When he got back, Denise was passed out. She either was exhausted, or too drunk to stay awake. She was dead to the world.

Abruptly, Dirk looked up at the ceiling and shouted, "Bob, come down here and help me get rid of this fucking whore."

I jumped back! I had been caught watching! What was I going to do? I had never seen Dirk so rough before! What if he was mad? Would he hurt me? I had to make a quick decision. I had better help him with Denise and face the consequences. I was embarrassed and scared of what Dirk would do to me once I went down stairs.

A moment later I was in his apartment. Dirk was sitting naked in a chair, with his massive cock leaking sperm. "Come on over here," he said.

I walked over to his chair and fell to my knees. I was really uneasy, being so close to this stud. I could smell his sperm and all I could think of was, I want to lick his cock clean. I wanted to show him that I could take his whole dick down my throat. I was better than Denise. I was great at giving head. But, Dirk had other ideas. He pulled me close and wiped his cock on my shirt. Then he roughly pushed me out of his way. "Get up faggot and help me move Denise downstairs."

Once we got her down the stairs, Dirk opened the old storage room door, and we moved Denise onto a cot that had been set up. "This bitch is not sleeping with me! We'll let her sleep it off down here and I'll take her home in the morning. She will be fine," he said.

Then he led me back upstairs and told me he was making plans for next month's "date night".

As a reward for my help, Dirk had me straighten up his apartment. Anything to spend more time with the most masculine man I ever knew. When I was done he told me, "Go back upstairs."

Dirk giving me orders, while strutting around naked, was overwhelming to me. He never said please. Everything he said sounded like an order. I didn't like to be told what to do, but, I couldn't get enough of the man that I needed to obey! He made me feel inferior and excited at the same time. He made me afraid of being around him, but I didn't want to leave. It would take me awhile to get used to Dirk's ways, but, I was willing to try.

Once I was back in my apartment, I took off my shirt and lay down on my bed. I brought the shirt up to my nose. It smelled like Dirk's cum. It smelled like heaven. I stuck out my tongue and ran it over the fabric for a little taste of Dirk's sperm. It wasn't enough! It was like a tiny appetizer, but with no big meal after it. It was frustrating and made me horny as hell. I needed to do something to get more of his sperm.

I slept with the shirt near my face and dreamed of Dirk's cock shooting on my lips instead of Denise's. I couldn't wait, until the following month, to see what would happen to his next lucky conquest.

Dirk’s Domination Ch. 02



May 2015

I continued my secret watch of Dirk's workouts through the spaces in the floorboards. He continued to tease me by stripping naked while he lifted weights. His thick cock swayed back and forth as he walked casually around the room. I could hear his cock slapping his thighs with every step.

This week, Dirk's workouts were devoted mainly to his huge tree trunk legs. He would literally load hundreds of pounds of heavy iron plates on the barbell and complete his squats perfectly slow. He would stand in front of the mirror and spread his meaty legs in a wide stance. His cock and balls would swing in the air for anyone watching to see. (That would be me!) His feet were set squarely, shoulder width apart. I could see the muscles in his butt flex and strain as he completed his set of squats. Dirk also grunted animal noises deep in his chest as he pushed his legs to their limits. When he was close to finishing his set he would push extra hard and he would roar, "Fuck you cunt!" 

It was as if he had some bimbo there watching him. Urging him on, so she could lay between Dirk's huge legs as he fucked the hell out of her. Sex is what drove Dirk's workouts. In fact, I think it drove his whole life. He was a healthy sexual man. He was motivated by the way his muscles attracted new pussy to submission.

Last night Dirk came out of the Stop and Shop and bumped into a horny big breasted cougar. She started talking to Dirk and ran her hands over his beefy biceps. Dirk knew what she wanted. The same thing all women wanted from him. The same thing most men secretly wanted from him. It was the same thing that I wanted from him. Dirk pulled her behind the store, pushed up her dress and fucked her while she had her back to the wall and her legs wrapped around his waist. He came quickly, then carried her over to the dumpster behind the store and dropped her in. Dirk snarled at the woman, "You fucking whore. You piece of trash. A woman of your age should have some class. Instead you let me fuck you like some horny slut!"

This happened to Dirk all the time. Women always came on to him. He loved the attention that his looks got him. But, he hated pushy cunts who wanted his dick. Those pushy cunts had no self-control. Those who would fuck him behind a Stop and Shop!

Dirk always performed his workouts in front of the mirror. Admiring himself in front of the mirror gave us both boners. Of course his girth and length were a lot more than mine. I was fine with that. Actually, I was real fine that Dirk's cock was so large. It gave him his cocky attitude that I both loved and hated. He had the dick that I desperately wanted and was a man who I feared.

I hadn't seen Dirk face to face for a couple of weeks. I went down to his apartment to give him his rent check. He told me to come in and asked me if I was still gay. Actually he said, "You're a fag right?"

Damn I hated him. I don't care how muscular or how incredibly handsome he was, I hated to be called a fag! "I could use a good washer woman to do my laundry. I thought you should do it," he said.

I exploded! "Dirk, don't call me a fag and don't call me a washer woman!" I screamed.

He walked over to me and said, "Calm down washer woman there is something in this for you."

This pissed me off more! He walked behind me and slipped his jockstrap over my face. He put the straps behind my ears to keep the pouch where he wanted it. I was surprised, and at first, I didn't know what to do. It took a moment to realize what had happened. I was breathing inside of Dirk's jock strap. My dick started to instantly get hard. I knew I should yank it off me face and head right back upstairs to my apartment. Then, Dirk leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Stick your tongue out and lick the inside of my jock washer woman. I know you need it. Breathe in deep washer woman."

Mother Fuck I thought! He doesn't listen to me. He thinks he can talk to me any way that he wants and I'll do what he says. But, my mind was not staying focused. Being inside of Dirk's jock was the kind of thing I had dreamed about. Dirk had rested his cock and balls inside this jock while he worked out. It had his manly smell. Not unpleasant. In fact, it was intoxicating! It was as if I was breathing in a bottle of poppers! My brain got disoriented and my dick got fully hard. The thoughts that were running through my head were a jumble of submission; I'll do whatever you want to me, and I felt revulsion at the way I was being treated.

Before I had a chance to think about what was happening, my tongue reached out to run along the fabric of this stud's jockstrap. I was searching for a taste of Dirk's dick. I felt like I had no control over myself. I may never get the chance to taste Dirk's jock again. I heard a primitive moan come from deep in my gut.

"You can wear my jock strap whenever you are doing my wash," he growled softly into my ear.

His face was so near my own, and his deep voice seemed so intimate, whispering in my ear I didn't know what to say except, "Yes, I'll be your washer woman."

Then Dirk pulled the jock from my face and said, "I knew you would. Come back tomorrow and do my laundry, while I'm at work. Be gone when I get back. Have everything folded and placed on my bed. I don't want to see your fag face again until I'm ready."

I went upstairs to my apartment and I cried. They were tears of frustration. I had let Dirk thoroughly humiliate me. It made me so angry that he called me a washer woman, a fag. He had treated me as a lesser person, as if I was one of his throw away girls. Through my tears I realized my dick was rock hard. What had happened downstairs was down-right degrading. I had never been so turned on in my life. I dropped my jeans and pulled out my cock. I came before I could finish three full strokes of my cock. I shot great gobs of cum. Talk about the ultimate foreplay! That fucker had me so turned on I couldn't stay mad at him for long. If the price for his attention was a little verbal abuse, then it was worth it. I could handle it. I couldn't wait until the next day to do Dirks laundry!

A couple weeks later, I passed by Dirk in the hall and asked him if he had any wash for me. He loudly told me, "You Fuck, I'll let you know when I need my laundry to be done. Don't ask me again!"

He said it like he was angry with me or something. Dirk seemed to have two personalities. He was either telling me what to do, or telling me to get the fuck away from him! There never was a middle ground with him. I decided to stay clear of him until he was ready for me.

A couple days later Dirk told me he may need my help Saturday night. "You going be available for me woman?" he said.

Man, here we go again. Woman! I wasn't the man's man that he was, but I shouldn't be called a woman. God, how I hated that! I should tell him to fuck off, but, instead I said, "Sure I'll be available Saturday night."

He said, "I figured you would be. I'll let you know when I need you. So don't ask!"

I said, "Yes Sir."

I Looked down at the floor like a scolded puppy and walked away.I was so pissed that I said "Yes Sir."

I was giving Dirk further control over me. I was turning into his maid, his slave, his woman. "Fuck!"

The rest of the week I watched Dirk workout through the spaces between the floor boards in my apartment. His chest and arms seemed to be growing and made his clothes a little too tight. He seemed to be getting hotter as every day passed.

I wasn't sure if Dirk knew I was watching him, but, he would occasionally stroke his cock or pull on his ball sack. It was enough to keep me interested. He posed in front of the mirror and licked his biceps. I felt it was for my benefit, but I never really knew for sure.

Saturday night came and Dirk was going on the prowl. He would follow his ritual and pick someone up at the bar. He would bring her home, spend a couple hours getting himself off, then, send her on her way. He always made a night out of sex. He would play his mind games. He would tease his slut until she could stand it no more. Finally he would let himself cum, then her. She always, always had to wait for Dirk to cum first. Then he would quickly finish her off and push her out the door. Of course, I would be spying on whatever he did. I think I enjoyed it more than he did.

Dirk asked me to come down and help him get dressed for night on the town. This was something new. Of course, I jumped at the chance. Dirk had showered and pulled on his pants before I arrived. He had me pick out his shirt. I picked a powder blue shirt that was way too tight, but, showed off his arms and displayed his chest nicely. I buttoned it up for him as far as I could. I felt like I was his man servant. I stood in front of him so close I could feel his breath on me as I buttoned his shirt. My fingers fumbled ineptly making the task harder than it should be. I could smell the soap on his body. I was so close that I could run my hands over his thick chest. I was always nervous to be around Dirk.

Once his shirt was on, Dirk sat on the chair and put his socks on, then said, "Get my black shoes out of the closet and put them on my feet for me."

I got his shoes and sat on the floor in front of him. I slid each shoe on his feet and tied his laces stealing a touch of his silk covered foot whenever possible. I was taking my time. Dirk had beautiful feet. They were big like the rest of him. I was taking too much time and moving too slow for Dirk. He said, "Hurry the fuck up!"

I quickly finished and he sent me back upstairs to wait for his return.

It was a little after eleven when Dirk pulled up to the house with a couple he had picked up at the bar. It was a young man and his wife. They were a good looking couple. The wife had a nice figure and brown hair. The husband was trim and slightly muscular. Not even close to Dirk's perfect body. Dirk had them come in and had the wife make everyone a drink before things started to get hot.

Mary and Dirk sat on the couch and Mary's husband, Tim, sat in the chair across from the couch. Dirk ran his hands lightly over Mary's blouse feeling the outline of her breasts. Mary acted a little shy while Dirk took charge. He unbuttoned a couple buttons and slid his hands inside her blouse and began to squeeze her tits. After a moment he said, "Mary, take off your blouse and bra."

Mary did as she was told and was rewarded with Dirk's mouth on her breasts. She began to moan. I could see Dirk sucking on her nipples and hear the sounds of kisses he made as he continued to mouth her tits. The whole time this was going on, Tim was closely watching and rubbing his crotch. "Are you enjoying this?" Dirk asked. You want to watch me fuck your wife?"

"Fuck yeah!" exclaimed Tim.

"Well, let's all get naked," Dirk said. Come on over and sit on the couch with us Tim."

Dirk was on one side of Mary and Tim was on the other. "You just watch," Dirk said. "I'll tell you when and what to do."

I could see Tim was paying a little too much attention to Dirk's beautiful body.Dirk had Mary get on her knees on the floor and placed her arms on the couch. He was going to fuck her doggy style. To make it more interesting he told Tim, "I want you to lick your wife's pussy, while I fuck her? Get on your back and stick your head between her legs so you can get at her pussy." 

Tim did as he was told. He would have a hot view from this position. He would see Dirk's cock fuck his wife's pussy, just inches away from his face! Dirk got on his knees and straddled Tim's torso, then slid his thick cock into Mary's pussy. Mary gasped at the sudden invasion of her cunt. "Can you get at her pussy?" Dirk asked.

Tim raised his head and began to lick his wife's pussy while Dirk fucked her slowly in and out. Dirk knew from experience, that Tim's tongue would have to lick Dirk's cock, in order to get at his wife's pussy lips. His balls would also slap Tim in the face on each stroke. Dirk had done this before with guys like Tim. He would pretend to be licking his wife's pussy, but he would end up licking Dirk's shaft as it went in and out of Mary's cunt, and eventually, playing with his nuts as well. Dirk knew he would be feeding his sperm to Tim. That was really hot, when Dirk could get a straight guy to eat his cum. It made Dirk feel like he was truly the master of his world. That he was the alpha male!

Dirk started to fuck a little faster and Mary started to whimper. Dirk could feel Tim's tongue on his shaft as he tried to lick his wife's pussy. "How you doing down there Tim? Push your tongue way in her snatch Tim. Make sure she can feel your tongue."

Tim doubled his effort on Mary's wet cunt. Dirk could feel Tim's tongue flicking up and down his shaft. He could also feel his balls slap on Tim's chin. I almost have them where I want them, Dirk thought.

Dirk said rather loudly, "Bob come on down here, I need your help."

Dirk explained to the surprised couple, that I would be participating. "Bob is going to help you two get off!" he said.

I jumped up and quickly ran down the stairs. When I arrived, they were in the same position. Dirk was slowly fucking Mary and Tim was licking her pussy. Dirk told me, "Get down on your back just like Tim and help him lick Mary's pussy."

I could tell Tim didn't like sharing his wife's pussy or Dirk's cock with me. We didn't have much room between Dirk's legs. Tim and I were jammed naked next to each other both trying to get at Mary's pussy and Dirk's dick. This was as close as I had ever got to Dirks fat cock. I left Mary's pussy for Tim and concentrated on Dirk's dick. Evidently, Tim had the same idea. We ended up French kissing while servicing Dirk's swollen cock. "Tim, you and Bob use your hands to play with my balls," Dirk said.

We did as we were told. I lifted Dirk's heavy balls in my hand and I felt privileged to have these macho nuts to play with. I manipulated his balls in the loose sack and continued to lick the underside of Dirk's cock. "All right, now I'm going to really fuck you Mary so you better hang on. You two keep doing what you are doing." Dirk said to us.

Dirk started pounding into Mary's cunt and Mary started to shake like she was going to cum. "Slow down Mary, hold your climax as long as you can," Dirk said. "You two squeeze my balls tighter and pull on them hard."

Just as I thought, Dirk was going to cum first. He always came first. Let the pussy and fag wait. He could feel his cock swell like it was ready to spit out his sperm. Dirk gave a final thrust and began shooting his thick juice into Mary's pussy. Some of the fluid was pushed out of Mary's cunt as Dirk continued to slowly fuck Mary. After emptying his balls Dirk pulled out his cock and said, "Tim and Bob, lick my cum out of Mary's fuck whole."

He didn't have to tell me twice. Tim began pushing his tongue in and around Mary's wet dripping cunt. I pushed my tongue into her pussy as far as possible. I needed to get Dirk's cum before Tim had lapped it all up. Some of the sperm was leaking out Mary's swollen pussy but before it got too far, Tim or I had slurped it up. We were like dogs fighting over a scrap of meat. I needed Dirk's seed. I had been thinking of tasting his sperm for months.

Dirk pushed Tim's and my head back down on the carpet away from Mary's pussy. Dirk slid a couple of his thick fingers into Denise's cunt and began a rhythm of pushing in and withdrawing his fingers. Both Tim and I were wedged between Dirk's thighs. With his other hand Dirk pushed his dick down toward our faces. "Go head Tim. Put my cock in your mouth. Bob you watch. This is for Tim only." 

Tim quickly took Dirk's cock into his sucking mouth. Dirk could feel his cock being sucked down into Tim's throat. It was as if Tim was starving for sperm and thought he might just suck a little more the hot seed out of Dirk's cock. Tim continued to beat his meat until he started to convulse with a giant orgasm. Tim shot cum all over his chest and onto Dirk's back. He must not have cum for weeks.

Dirk decided to finish off Mary and stuck all four fingers of his hand into her fuck whole. Dirk started pounding her pussy with his big hands. Faster and harder he slammed Mary's waiting cunt until she screamed and thrashed around as wave after wave of orgasm racked her body. Mary went limp from the pure exhaustion of her powerful orgasm. Dirk pulled his cock out of Tim's mouth and went to the bathroom to clean off his crotch and muscular back with a warm washcloth.

When Dirk got back he was through with these two cum sluts. He rudely told them he had to work in the morning so they should leave. Both Tim and Mary were taken aback by Dirk's curt dismissal. They grabbed their clothes, got dressed and left. As Tim walked by, Dirk whispered in his ear, "I knew you were a fucking faggot the second I saw you."

Tim got the strangest look on his face and then hurried out of the house. I headed upstairs before Dirk kicked me out as well. I got to taste his cum tonight, even though I had to share it with Tim and lick it out of a pussy. It still was a total turn on! I wanted more!

After Dirk went to bed, and fell asleep, I carefully stole into his apartment. I quietly went into the bathroom and stole his washcloth. The washcloth that Dirk had washed the sex off of his cock and balls earlier. I took the washcloth upstairs to my apartment and beat off while I smelled the pungent order of Dirk's cock and balls. Right before I shot my load, I was pretending I was Mary. Dirk's heavy body was on top of me pinning me down, while his thick cock was erupting hot sperm into my ass.

I knew Dirk only went trolling for new meat to fuck once every month, but I would see how much I could interact with him until next month. Hopefully, he would include me in his next sexual adventure.



Dirk’s Domination Ch. 03



July

During the weeks to follow, I spent a lot of time thinking about Dirk. It was clear to me that he didn't really like me much. But that didn't keep him from using me. I continued to straighten his apartment and keep his clothes clean. I was hoping that being around him while I cleaned would result in Dirk being a little nicer to me. As far as Dirk was concerned, that would never happen.

Dirk continued to verbally abuse me and continued to tease me with his amazing body. One evening, when I was coming in from work, Dirk heard me in the hall. "Woman, get on in here and help me," he ordered. 

Dirk had begun calling me "woman" right after I moved into the apartment upstairs. He knew it really pissed me off to be called that. It was degrading. That is why he did it! He knew it bothered me. I guess it made him feel superior to me. I think we both knew he was superior to me.

I entered his apartment just as he peeled his tight pants off his muscular legs. I stood there in awe. Dirk didn't have any underwear on. He was completely naked. I didn't want to spoil what was happening, so I just stood there staring in silence. Dirk's ample cock was absolutely fat, long and soft. His flaccid dick was still thicker than my cock when it was a full-fledged boner. His balls were about the size of small chicken eggs. They were hanging low and loose in his hairless sack. I started to get hard. I moved my hands in front of my crotch and hoped he wouldn't notice. Dirk acted as if he was used to having someone watch him undress. He wasn't turned on at all. It was like he was in the locker room at the local gym. Having me around, had no impact on him sexually. He was totally straight. But he didn't mind dominating me and teasing me for his pleasure.

Dirk said, "Get one of my jock straps out of my drawer and put it on me."

Fuck yeah! I wasn't expecting that! Fuck yeah I'll put your jock on you, I thought. I knew where his jocks were from doing his laundry and putting his clothes away. He kept his jocks in his top right hand dresser drawer. He had 12 jocks in varying degrees of wear. I knew there were twelve, because I had counted them. I also smelled them and licked them before I placed them back safely in his drawer. My favorites were the ones that were stretched out from holding his beautiful package. The jocks that had lost some of their elasticity, from being overfilled with his man meat.

I got one of my favorite worn out jocks from the drawer and fell on my knees in front of Dirk. He was standing there, all 6' 3" glaring down at me. His dark features seemed to be sadistic. It was a warning, I'm sure. My face was merely inches from his crotch. I was super close to the meat I craved. I took in a deep breath so I could smell the natural man musk that had developed from his crotch being captive in his pants all day. I wanted so badly, to lean forward, and bury my nose in his magnificent basket.

Dirk lifted his right foot and I spread the leg strap so he could step into it. Then we did the same with his left foot. I leaned forward and grabbed the waist band of the jock. Now my face was only a quarter of an inch away from Dirk's muscle meat. My lips opened and my tongue began to snake out for a quick taste of Dirk's cock. Dirk must have known what I was thinking, because he reached down and pushed my face away from his crotch. I was so close. If only, I had moved my tongue a little faster. Damn he was so frustrating! I looked up and he had a cruel smirk on this face. One that said, you will service me not enjoy me. I carefully finished pulling up his jock strap up around his waist. I pulled the pouch so it covered his beautifully thick cock and straightened the leg straps so they lay flat against his muscled ass.

I sat back and looked at how masculine Dirk looked. His meat was barely contained in the loose cloth of the jock. He looked so sexy. There was a gap between his body and the cloth of the pouch, where his cock threatened to spill out. I wanted to lean over and run my tongue around his jock. I wanted to taste the sweet sweat that had accumulated during the day. My cock was now hard as a rock. I needed some relief. Then Dirk said, "Okay, that's all I needed you for. You head upstairs. I want to get going on my arm workout."

I had been dismissed. I walked up the stairs painfully aware of the hard on rubbing between my leg and my pants. With every step I climbed my dick got harder. Finally, when I got to the 6th step, my cock erupted. It hurt like hell, it felt wonderfully painful. By the time I reached the top step, I was done climaxing. The leg of my pants showed a growing cum stain. Dirk had that effect on me. He could make me cum without me touching myself. That fucker was hot! I had plenty of ammunition for several jerk-off sessions from that degrading jock strap experience. Fuck, I hated him.

The rest of the week I watched Dirk walk around naked in his apartment. I would follow him from room to room, peering through the cracks in the floorboards of my apartment. I never saw Dirk masturbate. Hell, I did it all the time. But, Dirk, didn't want to waste spraying his sperm into the toilet, or into a towel. He wanted every drop of his potent cum to be swallowed or shot into a beautiful pussy. His sperm was too good to end up in a toilet! Dirk's sperm was for human consumption.

Dirk went hunting for his sexual pray once a month. He had a monthly ritual that he followed. During that month, Dirk became very horny, and accumulated huge amounts of cum in his large testicles. When he came, he came like a bull!

Once I saw him overflow a condom with his sperm. The reservoir tip of the condom expanded like a balloon with his man spunk. It looked as though the condom was totally white in color rather than clear because the entire shaft was covered in thick white sperm trapped between the latex and his hard cock. All along the base of the condom, sperm spilled out, flowing over his ball sack and dripping off his nuts. He was a stud, no doubt about it. If he didn't wear a condom, the slut would end up pregnant for sure. He had plenty to of cum to give. He had the huge nuts to supply the sperm.

Dirk would not use a condom if the girl he brought home was on the pill, or, had some other form of birth control. He said a condom interfered with his pleasure. I think he just wanted to shoot his sperm into a waiting pussy or a sucking mouth. He wanted to share all that he had saved up that month. He liked to hear the comments about how much cum he would shoot, or how they would choke trying to swallow it all, or the way his cum would run out of her pussy after he shot a big load.

One night when Dirk had some redhead that he was fucking, he pulled his rubber covered dick out of her pussy. His condom was full of sperm. He pulled it off his cock and I could see that his condom was about 1/3 full of cum. Dirk tossed it into the trash and then he and Red went into the bedroom. I went downstairs and retrieved his used rubber. I couldn't believe it was so full of cum. I opened the condom and took a big breath of latex and cum. The smell was stronger than I was expecting. It smelt like man cum. Better yet, it smelled like Dirk cum!

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and turned the rubber upside down and let his cum slide down the latex unto my tongue. I knew it was wrong, I knew I was a pervert. That it was nasty. I knew I was a sick bastard dreaming about Dirk fucking me, but I gobbled down his sperm anyway. Next, I cleaned out the inside of the condom by turning it inside out and dropping it into my mouth slowly pulling it out between my lips squeezing every drop of his muscle babies from the rubber. I can't tell you how much it turned me on. 

My cock was pointing straight out. Then, I tried to put Dirk's condom on my own hard dick. I only got it half way on my cock, before, I shot my load. It was like I was shooting all the energy from my body through my dick. I felt like I was going to pass out. Having Dirk's cum in my mouth, his used rubber on my dick was more than I could take. I was gasping for air and I held onto the sink. Finally when my climax subsided, I sat down on the toilet. Fuck, I really was a pervert. Taking Dirk's rubber from his waste basket, then, licking the cum out of it, was a sick and desperate act. But, it was so Mother Fucking Hot!

If having Dirk's cum after the fact got me so worked up, I could imagine the feeling of getting a hot live load directly from his huge masculine cock.

Saturday night came and Dirk asked me one more time to help him dress for his night out. He was going to a country western bar. I chose a pair of worn jeans and a blue tee-shirt with extra short sleeves that would show off his massive biceps. The dark blue color would show off his beautiful smile and accent his eyes. I found a pair of snake skin cowboy boots and a black Stetson hat to complete the look. He looked hot. I would have eaten him!

Dirk asked me to stay there in his apartment for him to return. He wanted to include me in on his conquest tonight. Hell yes! I would stay. "Just sit there in that chair in the corner. Don't be wondering around my apartment touching my stuff," he said.

I waited nervously not moving from the chair when Dirk's truck pulled into the driveway. I sat up straight, anticipating what my role would be tonight. Dirk busts through the door, swearing up a storm. "Holy Fuck, that stupid Bitch! She couldn't even follow simple instructions and follow me home!" Dirk ranted. "Mother Fucking Cunt! A whole night wasted! Now what am I going to do?" Dirk roared.

I shrank back into the corner of the room, not wanting to encounter Dirk's wrath. It was evident to me that he had a lot to drink. He was plenty mad! Then Dirk saw me and bellowed, "What the fuck are you doing here? You better not have been going through my underwear drawer."

"I'm sorry Dirk, you asked me to wait for you here," I said submissively.

"Never mind you faggot. You dumb shit! Get me a beer. Do it quick!" Dirk ordered.

I ran to the kitchen and returned with the beer. He grabbed it out of my hand and drained the bottle down his throat. "Get me another one, faggot," Dirk said loudly.

I did what I was told. Dirk drank that one down quickly as well. By now Dirk had started to calm down a little. He grabbed himself another beer and sat on the couch. He said, "That fucking woman was all over me tonight. She followed me out of the bar parking lot. But the next time I looked, she was gone. That dumb bitch," he said angrily.

I didn't say a word. I just let him rant. He seemed really pissed, pretty drunk and potentially violent. I don't think that tonight was a good time for me to be here. I weighed the risk with the benefits. Dirk did have all that sperm built up. A whole month's worth of cum in his swollen balls. He just might take his drunken anger out on me if I stay. I decided to stay and take the risk. After all I couldn't let all that sperm go to waste! Fuck yeah, I'll risk it!

"Dirk, I'm sorry that bitch got lost. I know you are upset, is there anything I can do? Anything I can do at all?" I said with as much concern as I could muster.

"Yeah woman, get me another beer," he said.

I brought Dirk another beer. He was quite drunk by now. I was handing him his beer when he grabbed my arm and pulled me down on the couch next to him. "Hey, you're a fag," he said. You want to eat my cum right?"

Fuck yes, I'll eat your cum. I'll suck your dick, I do whatever you want you fucking stud! That's what I thought, but what I said is, "I'll help you get off, but you have to be nice to me. Treat me with respect. You're a lot bigger than I am, a lot stronger than I am. I don't want to get hurt. If you agree to be careful, and gentle with me, then I'll be glad to help make you forget that stupid bitch from the bar."

Dirk grinned devilishly, and said, "Of course I'll be gentle with you woman. You have nothing to fear."

Oh fuck I thought. He's going to treat me like he always does. I'm going to be one of his whores.

Dirk said, "Come over here woman and take off my boots."

I stood up, ready to head upstairs, but Dirk grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me down on the couch. "Don't try to get away woman," he says. Just do what I say and you won't get hurt. Now take off my boots!"

There was the Dirk I knew. Threatening me by saying, "Do what I say and you won't get hurt." I had no control. Dirk was calling the shots.

I knelt in front of Dirk and pulled each of his boots off. "Now my socks," he says.

I pull off his socks and I look at his big feet. I lifted one foot into my hands and begin to massage his foot. I have wanted to touch his feet for a long time. "Put my foot up against your face," Dirk says.

I pull his foot up to my face and begin rubbing my cheek against the bottom his beautiful foot. Slowly, I begin kissing the bottom of his foot. Dirk has this evil look on his face. He says, "Now woman, use your tongue."

I begin sliding my tongue over the bottom of his feet. The taste and smell are wonderfully masculine. I decide to slide my tongue between his toes. Dirk moans, "That's it faggot. Use your tongue."

I lick between every toe and then slide the little toe into my mouth. I gently suck. Dirk's eyes start to smolder. I can tell he likes this. I slowly lick and suck on his toes and then slip the four smallest toes into my mouth. Licking and sucking them like they were made just for my mouth. Then I slide the whole big toe in my mouth and suck on it like it was the cock I craved. Dirk moans loudly. I drop that foot and pick up the other and I'm treated to the second muscular foot. I felt like I was dreaming. I had wanted this for so long.

Dirk told me to undress and sit on the floor. He then retrieved a cardboard box from the closet. Dirk took off his clothes and sat on the floor with his back against the couch. "Sit in front of me between my legs. Lean your back up against me," he said.

With no hesitation I did as he said. Dirk took his right arm and reached across my chest catching hold of my left arm. He squeezed me back against him tight. Dirk said, "This exercise is going to be about trust. Can you handle that?"

I have to admit; I was being hugged by Dirk and pulled into his torso with his face next to mine. "Sure, I can trust you," I said.

What I was thinking is Hell no I don't trust you. But, I like where this is going so far. Dirk reaches into the box and pulls out an eighteen inch long double headed dildo. What the Fuck! The dildo was a pliable sponge rubber. It held its dildo shape, but could be squeezed into the tightest areas. This was a complete surprise to me. I had never seen Dirk play with any sex toys, but, I was interested in what he was going to do with it. Dirk said, "Lean your head back on my shoulder and open your mouth. Try to relax."

I opened my mouth and Dirk put both of his legs over my legs trapping me tighter in his grip. I couldn't move much at all. Dirk took one end of the dildo and placed it in my mouth. The head pretty much filled my mouth. "Now remember, this is about trust," he said.

Alright, trust I get it. Then Dirk forces the dildo farther into my mouth so I start to gag. Dirk whispers into my ear, "Come on, relax, you need to trust me. I'll take care of you."

Okay, I'll try again. The dildo reaches the back of my throat and I am determined not to gag. I feel the pressure on my throat, but I relax as much as possible. "That's it, you're doing good, you have nothing to worry about."

Okay, so far so good. I feel a little more pressure and the back of my throat and the head pops into my throat. I struggle a little but Dirk continues to hold me tightly in place. Dirk pulls out the dildo and gives me more words of encouragement. He continues to whisper softly into my ear. "You're doing a nice job. Let's try a little more."

Dirk slides the dildo into my throat and then pushes in a couple more inches. My throat is completely blocked and I can't get any air. "That's the way baby. You want to be my woman don't you?" he said.

I did feel completely safe. And right now, I did want to be his woman. I had this magnificent man holding me tight. My back was leaning against his muscular pecs. His huge biceps were holding me tight. He was whispering so intimately into my ear that I knew he would take care of me. With that he pushed the dildo down deeper into my throat. I no longer could breathe, but I wanted to show Dirk, that I trusted him. Dirk slowly removed the dildo from my mouth. "That was very nice," he said. Your trust turns me on. My dick is starting to get hard."

Sure enough, I could feel his dick starting to thicken against my back. I couldn't believe that I was turning him on. Dirk said, "Open wide." He began slowly feeding the dildo down my throat. It inched further and further down my throat and I could feel his dick harden against my back while my own dick was sticking straight out in front of me.

Dirk once more pulls the dildo out of my throat. I begin to miss the feeling of fullness in my throat and I miss the pleasure I was bringing Dirk. As the dildo slipped down my gullet, it filled my throat so I couldn't breathe. The more that I trusted Dirk, the less frightened I was. When Dirk pulled the foam cock out of my throat, it was as if I was losing a part of Dirk that he was sharing with me. My throat wanted that cock back. I started to like my trusting this handsome controlling body builder. I really felt safe with his arms around me. I was ready for him to slide the fake cock down my throat again.

Dirk whispered into my ear, "You want to sit on my dick? Have my cock inside of you?"

I began to shake. I had been dreaming of this for months. To have Dirk's muscle dick in my ass was what I was living for. I had fantasized about this since the first day I rented my apartment from him. Dirk loosened his grip on me and reached into the box. He pulled out some lube and some poppers. "You're going to need some help getting my thick cock up your ass. You take a hit of poppers and I'll lube up my cock."

I took a hit of poppers. I lifted my body off the floor and Dirk slid his thick dick in line with my ass. I slowly sat down on Dirks huge dick. Fuck! It was stretching my ass wide and deep. The feeling was incredible. I never thought I would have this studs cock in my ass. Dirk grabbed me tight again and pulled back onto his lap. His cock was pushed into my ass as far as it could reach. The poppers were taking over. I said, "Dirk, I want to be your woman. I need your sperm so bad. I'll do anything you want."

Dirk answered by placing the dildo back into my mouth. Pushing it slowly down my throat more and more until only a couple inches was sticking out of my mouth. I could feel it deep in my gut. I couldn't breathe and I was starting to get dizzy. Dirk growls softly into my ear, "We're almost there. Hold on for me. Trust me. I'm getting close to shooting my load."

I nodded my head yes and Dirk begins pushing the rest of the dildo down my throat. I feel his hand inside of my mouth and then I feel his fingers pushing the final bit of the 18 inches in my throat. My throat instantly closes over the end of the dildo. The whole thing is in my throat. My throat is shut. I begin to worry, how we will get the dildo out. Dirk starts to push up into my ass with his thick dick. He grabs me tighter so I can't get away. "Fuck, you turn me on so much! Taking that dildo down your throat. Trusting me totally," Dirk said.

He arches his back pushing his big cock deeper into my ass. "Once I start to cum, you can shoot too," he gasped.

Dirk's cock begins to throb and shoots his first rope of cum into my gut. I feel the warmth and the volume of his sperm and my dick begins to spray my load unto the floor. The shear excitement of shooting my load makes me squeeze my ass as I spurt out my cum. Dirk feels his cock getting squeezed by my ass and shoots out another thick rope of cum. Then another, and another, until my ass is full of Dirk's cum. I felt every spurt of Dirk's sperm hit my insides.




Dirk’s Domination Ch. 03



I was just starting to enjoy the sensation of having Dirk's thick cock and sperm in me, and I started to get a little dizzy. Dirk pulls me back into his chest and whispers in my ear, "You are my woman now. Trust me, I got you. Just let yourself go."

I had never in my life felt so good and completely satisfied. I was in Dirk's arms and I just shared a great intimate sexual experience with him. I trusted him completely. I leaned my head against his shoulder and let darkness take over my body. Reality quietly slipped away as I fell into unconsciousness.

The next morning I woke up in my apartment. I really didn't remember what had happened down in Dirk's apartment last night. I did notice that my ass was sore, I had bruises on my chest and arms, and my throat ached. I remember he was plenty angry when he got home from the bar. I couldn't recall anything else. Maybe it will come back to me later. I dressed and headed down the stairs to my car. I passed Dirk in the hall. "Hey faggot," he said, "Do my wash today while I'm at work. Fold it and put it on my bed. Don't be here when I get back. I don't want to see your faggot face until I call for you."

Dirk had nothing to say about last night. I guess nothing memorable took place. Nothing changed for me living upstairs from Dirk. Dirk continued to abuse me and I continued to be used. One day I might just get a chance to get some of his sperm. I can always dream.