6 comments/ 26336 views/ 13 favorites Amanda's New Attitude By: Olddirtyman Don't get me wrong. I like sex well enough. It's just not my motivating force. A woman has to be a bit more careful about such things than a man. Most of the men I've met seem to be so preoccupied with sex that it becomes impossible to even have a decent conversation with them. Unfortunately, I have the sort of body which men find most distracting. I do the best that I can to dress down, but it is difficult for me to hide it. If you must know, (I detest men who ask) I measure 42DD-23-36. I have met few males who are not reduced to drooling idiots upon seeing me no matter how hard I try to be treated as a human being rather than a piece of meat. The few, select men with whom I have been intimate were the ones who could talk to my eyes rather than my body. Even then I have always insisted on respectful love-making. I will not tolerate crude language and I insist that a man be gentle. I will not be groped. While I'm not a particular fan of fellatio I will consent to do so for a short period of time if my lover is particularly good a cunnilingus. I will not, however, allow a man to ejaculate into my mouth. I broke up with my last boyfriend, Willis, for doing such a horrible, disgusting thing. His oral ministrations on my vagina had been exemplary that night. I decided that it was only fair that I give him a small amount of extra time to have his penis in my mouth. He lost control. He grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting brutally against my face. He was having coitus with my mouth! I tried to push him away because each time he entered my throat I was gagging and having trouble breathing. I had never felt so humiliated and abused in my entire life! After several minutes of his savagery he held my face to his groin and bellowed as he ejaculated directly into my throat. His penis trembled as he did so after which Willis loosened his grip on my head, pulled back and excreted his semen several times into my mouth. I almost regurgitated. When I finally managed to escape from his hands and pull my mouth of his penis he ejaculated one more time on my face! I screamed, spat his revolting fluid back into his face and told him to get out. Willis tried to apologize by telling me that I had fellated him so well that he couldn't help himself. I told him that if he couldn't control himself any better than that he had no place in my life and certainly not in my bed. I was a woman of dignity and intelligence. I was not going to be treated like some street corner prostitute! He quickly dressed and left. When he was gone I ran into the bathroom and spent the next half hour rinsing my mouth and washing my face. I wanted to leave no trace of the vile, viscous filth Willis had forced down my throat. I spent the next hour after that lying on my bed crying. I had trusted him. I had allowed him to caress my breasts. I had allowed him to enter my vagina. I had even put his penis in my mouth. He had betrayed my trust and my sexual altruism. I suppose that I should have known that he would do something like this. I should have broken up with him after that night when he asked me if he could put his penis between my breasts. He wanted to have sex with my breasts! Can you even imagine such a perversion? He apologized profusely and convinced me to let him stay. I will not be so forgiving with the next man who requests such a demeaning act. Next time I'll know. I swore that if any man ever dared to desecrate my mouth like that again he would experience a permanent and extreme pain in his testicles. Roughly a month later the company I work for sent me to a marketing conference in Cleveland. I am the marketing manager for a small picture frame manufacturer in Wisconsin. I'm very proud of my work and my position. Evidently the company was as well. I was at the conference on an expense account. By the second day of the conference I was exhausted. I had attended countless workshops and seminars and had even conducted one myself. I really didn't want to be around too many other people. I needed some time to myself. I went to the hotel bar to get myself a quick martini then I was going to go to bed. Part of the problem was that, as I had expected, the conference was mostly attended by men. I was one of probably no more than a dozen women present. At first I had thought it to be a major coup to have landed the chance to conduct a seminar. But, as it progressed I got the feeling the almost entirely male audience was there only to be able to openly leer at my breasts. They had all certainly been doing that covertly since the conference began. I was feeling frustrated and lonely. I obviously wasn't getting any respect from my male colleagues and it had been a little more than a month since I had broken up with Willis. I hadn't dated since. It was a weeknight and the bar was mostly empty. I had deliberately chosen a stool at the far end of the bar where I could be by myself. I was just thinking of abandoning the back half of my martini and going up to my room to sleep when that man walked in. He stopped in the doorway of the hotel bar and scanned the room as though he was looking for someone. Then he shook his head and walked over to take a seat three stools away from me. He ordered a beer and sipped at it while staring off into space. I wasn't sure why, at the time, but for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of him even though he wasn't that much to look at. He seemed to be in his early forties. I estimated his height at around five feet ten inches. His wavy, brown hair was just starting to go grey, giving it a distinguished, salt-and-pepper look. It was hard to tell what his body looked like inside his dapper, tailored suit. But, it seemed that he might be just at the beginning of gaining a middle-aged spread. He turned his head to look at me. His gaze lingered for a long time on my breasts. I didn't know what came over me, but, as he looked, I unbuttoned my suit jacket and parted it so that he could get a better look. I had never done anything like that before in my life. Given my aggravation at my male colleagues I couldn't quite understand why I was doing it then. I decided that exhaustion was making the martini hit me harder than I had anticipated. I resolved to be more careful about that in the future. He finally raised his eyes to meet mine and smiled. I suddenly felt my nipples becoming firmer. My vagina was moistening. He pointed to the stool next to him as if in invitation. I held up my index finger to indicate that he should wait a minute, grabbed my purse and my conference bag, and practically ran to the lady's room. When I got there I loosened my blonde hair from the tight bun I had it in and meticulously brushed it so that it would cascade down around my shoulders. I carefully touched up my makeup. I had no clue why I was doing it. I had never felt quite like this before. I had never reacted to a man like this before. All I knew for certain was that I had no choice. I had to do what I was doing. Just before leaving the restroom I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse to show just a hint of cleavage. I walked back into the bar trying desperately to look casual. I was about to pick up my unfinished martini and join the gentleman when he held up his hand gesturing me to stop. Then he pointed to the bar next to him. He had ordered me a fresh drink. I walked slowly over to him, giving my hips a little extra sway. I extended my hand to shake his and said, "I'm Amanda." He took my hand and said, "I'm Phil." His touch was electric. A shiver of delight raced through my entire body. My nipples became hard as little pebbles and below I was becoming downright wet. "I'm pleased to meet you, Phil," I said with what I hoped was my sexiest smile. "The pleasure is all mine," he said with a wink. That wink sent another shudder through me. It was almost like a small orgasm. "Are you here for the conference?" I asked as I undid another button on my blouse revealing the deep fissure between my breasts. "Conference?" he asked. "The National Manufacturing Marketers Expo," I said, "That's why I'm here. My company sent me to conduct a seminar." "Your company must think very highly of you," he said as he put his strong hand on my thigh. "I like to think that my work is appreciated," I said, opening my legs to invite him to explore a bit higher. "I'm not here for the conference," he said, "I'm just passing through on my way to Buffalo. Cleveland is my usual half-way stop." His hand move up my thigh until it almost reached my puss- I mean, my vagina. Then he withdrew his hand all together. My leg suddenly felt cold where his hand had been. I wanted him to put it back. I was confused and somewhat ashamed. I had never been this forward with any man. But, somehow I felt that I had no choice. Besides, I was so aroused that I didn't want to stop. We talked and laughed for nearly an hour. I was really beginning to enjoy his company. I don't know if it was the martinis, his relentless caresses, or some combination of the two, but I was beginning to get very randy. I wanted to get this man into bed as soon as possible. I don't recall ever having been this anxious to get laid. At some point he had resumed caressing my thigh. This time his hand traveled all the way to the top. He stroked my pussy through my soaked panties. I almost had an orgasm right then and there. He stopped just before I reached the breaking point. Then he lightly ran his fingers up and down my spine. I quivered at his touch which made my tits jiggle enticingly. At long last he grasped my wrist and put my hand right on the hard bulge in his trousers. I squeezed his co- I mean, his penis. No! Wait! I was right the first time! That long hard thing I felt in his pants was a cock! I wanted that cock inside me. He let go of my wrist then reached up to unfasten a fourth button on my blouse. Then he reached inside to grope my left boob. I moaned softly at the contact. It was time to ask the question that would tell me whether or not I was going to actually go to bed with him or not. If he gave me the right answer, and I prayed that he would, I was going to play hell with that big dick. "Phil," I said, "This is going to sound like an odd question, but what color are my eyes?" Phil released my tit and said, "In this light it's hard to tell." He was right in the dim, pseudo-atmospheric lighting of the hotel bar it was an unfair question. He leaned over and licked my ear. I shuddered as he whispered, "Besides, with a body like yours who the hell cares?" Then he squeezed my other tit and tweaked the nipple. I came hard. I knew that he was right about that, too. Men didn't want my eyes. The wanted my dripping pussy, huge jugs, and sucking mouth. I gave his cock a squeeze and said, "Let's get out of here and go up to my room." "Why?" he asked off handedly. "I want you," I hissed as he continued to maul my tits though my blouse. "What for?" he asked teasingly. I knew how I had to answer. I knew there was no choice. It was going to take all of my strength to get the right words to come out of my mouth, but I had to give him the right answer or I'd lose my chance at that big, hard cock. "I want you to fuck me," I whimpered with need, "I want you to fuck me until I can't walk!" "Who am I to say no to a lady?" Phil said with a smile. Perfect. All that and he still treats me like a lady. Phil had one of his strong hands glued to my ass as we walked through the lobby to the elevators. When our car arrived he ushered me in, spun me around, put his arms around me, and gave me a soul shattering kiss. Our tongues wrestled and danced all the way to the ninth floor. I ground myself against the masterful steel rod in his pants. When we finally got into my hotel room I leaned in for another kiss, but he pushed me away. I panicked. I thought that I had done something wrong. I thought that he might go away without fucking me. I couldn't bear the thought. "Please," I begged. "Calm down," he said softly, stroking my hair, "I'm not going anywhere. We just have to establish a few ground rules first." I knew the drill except that I was usually the one laying down the rules. It was so different being on the receiving end of it. I was aching with need. I was willing to do anything he demanded as long as it meant that he would ram the hard cock into my cunt. He grasped me by the shoulders and looked directly into my eyes. I felt like he was seeing the deepest parts of my soul. I could have no secrets from him. I felt like he was seeing thing inside of me that even I didn't know were there. "First," he said, "you need to know who and what you are." "I am Amanda Swithens," I said, "I am Marketing Director for the Plenther Brothers Picture Frame Company. I am a professional and intelligent woman who demands respect." "That is partially true," he said evenly, "What else are you? What do men think you are?" "A pair of big tits!" I said harshly, "Nothing more." "Well they are certainly wrong about that," he said, "You are a good deal more than that." I glowed at the acknowledgement. "You are also a woman with a damned fine ass, blowjob lips and a dripping, empty pussy," he said. He was right. I had all those assets. Why couldn't other men see that? Why did they only see my jugs? "Yes," I said adamantly, "I'm all of those things. Will you fuck me now?" I reached out to stroke the mighty pole hidden in his trousers. He slapped my hand away. "Not yet," he said sternly, "We're not done with the ground rules." He let go of my shoulder and crossed the room to sit in the easy chair by the window. I followed him like a puppy dog. I wanted him so badly. "There's one more thing that you need to understand about yourself," he said evenly, "and one thing that you need to understand about me. Is that clear?" "Yes," I said meekly. "You are one other thing besides what we've talked about," he said, "Do you know what that is?" I was dumbfounded. I couldn't imagine what he meant. We had covered everything, my name, my career, my body, and my aching desire. What else was there to be said? My nipples were so hard that they almost hurt. My cunt juices were dripping down my leg. I couldn't think of anything but the commanding bulge in his trousers. I wanted to drop to my knees right then and there and suck on it. I wanted to taste his flesh. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to swish his manly ambrosia around in my mouth to savor the flavor before I swallowed it. But, I didn't know the answer to his question. I didn't know what to say. "You don't know. Do you?" he said. "No," I cried, "Please don't go away. If you won't fuck me will you let me suck you off? I promise to swallow every drop." "Calm down," he said soothingly, "There's no shame in not knowing." I was so relieved when he said that. I was terrified that he would leave me in this excruciating state of horniness. I needed to have him inside me soon. "The answer is simple," he said, "You are a big titted slut." What? Wait! No! That couldn't be right. I was a woman of dignity. I had a thriving career. Just because I had a body that was made for sex didn't make a slut. Did it? It didn't know how to react or what to say. I knew that what he said couldn't be true, but if I denied it he might go away and not fuck me. "Ask yourself three questions and it will all become clear," he said. "Okay," I squeaked. "Do you have big tits?" he asked. "Yes," I said fearfully. Then he asked, "Are you in a hotel room with man you've known for just over an hour?" "Yes," I answered. "Are you begging him to fuck you?" he asked with a menacing smirk. It suddenly occurred to me that he was right. Why hadn't I seen it before? It was so simple. For the first time in my life I felt completely free. It didn't negate my career or my accomplishments. It didn't make my MBA in marketing go away. It just meant that I was a stacked babe who liked to fuck. "Yes!" I shouted joyously, "I'm a big titted slut!" "Good girl," he said. A tidal wave of pleasure washed over me as he said it. His praise made me feel so good. "May I suck your cock now?" I asked eagerly. "All in good time," said that amazing alpha male, "Now, who am I?" I started to say "Phil", but somehow I knew that wasn't right. He was no longer Phil. He was someone else entirely. Then it hit me. Of course! It all made sense. I knew, then, why I hadn't been able to take my eyes off of him in the bar. I knew why I had not been able to resist his silent invitation. I knew why I had felt the need to rush to the Lady's room to freshen up. I knew why I was so desperate for him to ram my twat with his superior shaft. "You are my master," I said with a big grin. "That's right," he said, "I am your master." "May I, please, suck your cock now, Master?" I begged. "A soon as you strip off that clothing," he said with a grin. I couldn't get undressed fast enough. I ripped off my blouse which sent buttons fling in all directions. It was one of my best blouses. I had worn it especially for the seminar earlier that afternoon, but I didn't care. All I cared about was getting my mouth on that magnificent cock. As I hastily stripped, my master carefully and slowly disrobed. He folded everything neatly and laid it on the easy chair. When we were both finally naked I asked, "May I suck you cock now, Master?" He nodded and said, "You may." I dropped to my knees and slammed my mouth down over that lordly pole. My tongue dabbed at the pre-cum leaking from the head. I had never tasted anything so wonderful. It sent shivers of arousal through my body. "If that's what his pre-cum is doing to me," I thought, "What will a mouthful of jizz do?" My lips formed a tight seal around the shaft as I slowly slid my mouth closer and closer to his body. I didn't have too much experience at this so I wasn't completely sure what to do. I tried to imagine what a man might like. The first thing that came to mind was to use my tongue more. I swirled it around his thick, hard staff as I carefully took more of it into my mouth. When the head of his dick finally hit the back of my mouth I made a startling discovery. My gag reflex had mysteriously disappeared. His mighty prong slid easily into my throat. When my nose hit his pubic hair I decided to try something. I didn't know if my tongue was long enough, but I needed to try. With that glorious prick lodged deep in my throat I snaked out my tongue to try to lick his huge, cum-filled, hairy balls. It worked! I did it! I was ecstatic. My mouth and throat were filled with my master's flesh. I was in heaven. I could not imagine why I had never enjoyed giving head before. Slowly I started to slide my lips back and forth along his shaft. After a time I gained a steady rhythm bobbing my head up and down on Master's scepter. Suddenly, he grabbed my skull in his strong hands and began moving his hips back and forth. That's when I knew that I was doing it right. I had made my master so hot the he was taking control of my blowjob. He was fucking my face. I was thrilled. I had never felt so used or so useful. I was giving my master maximum pleasure. "Take it, slut!" he bellowed, "Take my cock down your throat!" I put one hand on Master's ass to encourage him to thrust deeper and harder. With my other hand I reached down to thrust two fingers into my dripping gash. I desperately needed to cum. Master looked down to watch his commanding wand slide in and out of my mouth. Below that my massive tits bounced and danced in perfect time with his thrusting hips. He let go of my head with one hand and reached down to squeeze one of my jugs. "Yeah," he said through clenched teeth, "You suck it good. You were born for this. You were made to pleasure a man's cock." Amanda's New Attitude In the moment he said it I knew it was true. In gratitude I sucked hard enough to make my cheeks go concave around his battering ram. He let go of my tit and gripped my skull again. "Here it comes, you buxom skank!" he bellowed, "Drink it all down, slut!" I don't know why, but the name calling turned me on almost as much as the throat fucking. Suddenly, he rammed his cock into the back of my throat pressing my nose to his pubic hair. He shot rope after rope of his ball butter directly into my gullet. I managed to pull my head back far enough for the head of his cock to be lodged in the middle of my mouth. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to luxuriate in the flavor of his viscous discharge. I wanted to swirl it around with my tongue. I wanted to feel its texture on the roof of my mouth. Then I wanted to swallow every precious drop. Master came so much that I couldn't hold it all. It started to leak from my lips and dribble down onto my big tits. When he finished cumming he pulled his powerful staff out of my mouth. I reveled in his manly flavor before I finally swallowed what was in my mouth. I scooped up the bit that had dribbled onto my tits and locked it off of my fingers. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted because it was a gift from my master. I had a small orgasm just from swallowing the last bit of it. The most amazing part was that Master was still hard. That meant that I could still be fucked! "Will you, please, fuck me now, Master?" I pleaded. "Of course," he said with a kind smile, "Get on the bed on all fours." Yes! Master was going to cram his cock into my pussy! He was going to fuck me doggie style, like a bitch in heat. It was perfect because that's just what I was. I was bitch who needed a brutal shagging. I scramble up onto the bed and got into position. "Please, hurry," I whimpered. "Are you sure that you want this?" he asked. "Yes!" I said, "Now! Please?" He began to fondle my round, firm ass with one mighty hand. With the other he reached under me to diddle my clit. I shuddered through several climaxes. "Please, stop teasing," I begged, almost to the point of tears. At long last he placed the head of his manly stalk at the opening of my dripping gash. I moaned at the contact. Then he grabbed my hips and began pounding my pussy more savagely than he had fucked my throat. I had never been so full or so fulfilled. This is what my body was for. Maybe it was what my life was for. I didn't know. All I knew was that my master's cock was finally where I felt it belonged. It was ramming in and out of my hot cunt. "Yes!" I yelled, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" It seemed like I was having an orgasm with each stroke of his hard pole. Each time my pussy spasmed my master would moan at the extra pressure on his cock. Master leaned forward to reach around it front of me to grope my big tits and squeeze my nipples. I bucked, writhed, and screamed at the intensity of the stimulation. With his cock in my cunt, his hands on my tits, and his hot breath on the back of my neck I was going into serious sensory overload. His imperious ramrod never stopped moving. His hips must have been a blur with the motion. He was moving so fast that he seemed to be touching every millimeter of my pussy at the same time. I screeched when the orgasm hit me. It was like being struck by lightning. Every cell in my body was one fire. Then my master started to cum. That triggered three more climaxes just like it. At the end of the last one I must have passed out for a moment or two because the next thing that I remember was lying on the bed in Master's strong arms. I felt safe, wanted, and perfectly fucked. Master cupped my chin in his large hand and lifted my face up until our eyes met. "There is one more thing that you need to know," he said solemnly. I didn't like the tone of his voice. It didn't sound like this was going to be good news. "I am not your permanent master," he said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. What could I have done wrong? I hugged him tightly and buried my face in his chest as I whimpered, "No. Please, don't send me away. I'll be good. I promise. Who will I take care of? Who will take care of me?" "You haven't done anything wrong," he said soothingly. "Then why are you sending me away?" I cried, "I can learn to be better. I'll work very hard at it. You'll see. Please, don't send me away." "Nobody is sending you away," he said, "but, you were not meant to be with me." "I wasn't?" I sniffed. "No," he said, "I was hired by another to show you your true self. I was sent to show how to properly serve. You have learned that very well." "I have?" I asked it a tiny, child-like voice, "Who sent you?" "Your new master," he said, "Your true master." "My true master?" I asked through my tears, "I don't understand." "You will very soon," he said, "Now I want you get up, find you sexiest bra and panties, and go into the bathroom to clean up and dress. When you come out I will be gone, but your new master will be here." I hugged him more tightly. "But, I don't want a new master," I said between sniffles, "I want you." Suddenly, fire seemed to flash in his eyes as he sternly shouted, "Don't defy me!" "No, Master," I whimpered in fear, "I won't." Scared and sullen I withdrew from my soon to be old master's arms. I fished through my suitcase to find the right bra and panty set and padded to the bathroom. At the doorway I paused to look pleadingly at Master. Master looked at me with what I took to be sorrowful eyes. "You've been a very good girl so far," he said softly, "Don't change that now. Don't disappoint me." "Yes, sir," I said morosely as I slumped into the bathroom. I decide that if I was going to meet someone new I had better take a shower. As the water cascaded down around me I began think about the whole thing. Who the hell did he think he was making me feel that wanted and loved then just passing me off to someone else? When I got done I was just going to go out there and give him a piece of my mind. That's what I wanted to do. Then I remembered that he said he would be gone when I came out of the bathroom. "Maybe I should just jump out of the shower now and catch him before he leaves," I thought. But, I couldn't disobey him. He would be very angry. If he was angry with me I would never be able to convince him to stay. I stepped out of the shower panicked and confused. I dried myself off and wrapped my hair in a towel. I started doing the primping and fussing I needed to do to make myself presentable to my new master. The hotel's blow drier was nearly useless, so it took me an absurd amount of time just to get my hair dry. When I finished dressed and started applying my makeup I heard voices outside the bathroom door. They were both male. My new master must have arrived. That meant that the old one was leaving. I desperately wanted to leap out of the bathroom and beg him to keep me, to not pass me on like a used rag to another man. But, that would have made them both angry with me. I wasn't sure that could bear having two masters angry with me. So, I stayed where I was. When I finished the makeup I stood in front of the mirror posing. That was partly to make sure that I looked god and partly stalling for time. My long, blonde hair draped down over my shoulder to almost touch the top of my lavender demi-bra. It cupped and lifted my torpedo shaped 42DD's in a way that made them look even bigger. I wanted to make sure that my tits were the first two things that my new master saw. I was frightened of what would happen when I went back into the hotel room. Would I like my new master? More to the point, would he like me? I didn't want to be left again. At that moment I seriously considered just locking myself in the bathroom for the night with the hope that the new master would just get tired and go away. But, I knew that I couldn't do that. I had to obey the old master's final instructions. There was nothing I could do but to go face the music. With a trembling hand I turned the doorknob. As I emerged into the hotel room I saw my new master seated in the easy chair across the room. "Willis!" I squealed with delight, "You're my new master?" "Possibly," said Willis flatly. "What do you mean?" I asked hesitantly. Willis stood up from the chair and said, "Well, the last time we were together you were very unkind to me." He was right. How could I have done that? When he came in my mouth he was just rewarding me for a job well done. But, I hadn't known that at the time. I couldn't believe what I had done. I spat his cum back in his face and screeched at him like some sort of deranged banshee. I knew that if I was going to convince him to take me back I would have to show proper contrition and obedience. I knelt before him and said, "I know. I'm sorry. I hope that you can forgive me." "That won't be easy," he said sternly, "You were not only unkind, but mean and downright rude." I don't what came over me in the next moment. Maybe it was because I was so certain from his tone that he was going to reject me, as the old master had that I leaped at him, hugged him tightly around the waist. With my cheek plastered to his crotch I began to sob, "Please, forgive me. Please, take me back. I promise I will never do that again. I didn't know it was wrong. I didn't know." He didn't say a word. He just stood over me with his arms folded, looking down at me forbiddingly. "I promise I'll suck you off every day and I'll swallow every drop," I said through my tears, "I won't hold back sex from you anymore. You can take me any time you want, anywhere you want, any way you want. I promise. Just, take me back." I was beginning to think that I might be getting through to him. Through his trousers I could feel his imperial manhood growing and stiffening against my cheek. But, then Willis said, "I'm not certain that there is any way that I can believe you after what happened." He may not have known a way, but I did. I let go of his waist and began unbuckling his belt. I was so nervous that I was having trouble getting my fingers to work right. Nonetheless I managed to get his pants down to his knees. I plunged my mouth down on his hot, hard cock taking him right down to the nuts. I snaked my tongue out to lick his ambrosia- loaded balls. He moaned and grabbed my head. I thought that he might start fucking my face right then. But, he held still and let me do all the work. I was so glad that he did. It gave me a chance to show him what I had learned. My tongue darted and dance over every surface of his hard shaft. Each time I caught a taste of his pre-cum I shivered with delight. My lips formed a vacuum seal around him as my head bobbed up and down on him. I could feel him shudder and his body stiffening. I knew that I was close getting a mouthful of his love juice. Without warning he yanked his delicious cock out of my mouth and flopped own into the easy chair. I smiled and asked, "Do you believe me now?" Through labored breathing he said, "You make a very good argument, but no. I'm not completely convinced." That worried me. I couldn't think of anything else that I could do to convince him. Then I remembered one thing that he had asked me to do a long time ago. I straightened my back and threw my shoulders back to accentuate my big tits. I reached between them to unclasp my demi-bra. I put a hand under each massive boob and lifted them in offering. "I know what you want," I said. His eyes went wide as saucers as I slapped my huge jugs around his flesh-covered steel rod and started to bounce them up and down on his lap. He threw his head back and moaned. He slapped his hands down over mine to squeeze my funbags more tightly around his cock. Then he began to frantically buck his hips up into the deep fissure. "That's it," I said, "Fuck my big tits! Fuck them until you shoot you gonad grease all over my cleavage and my slutty, little face. Then watch me slurp it all up and swallow it down." "Oh, my god," he growled as he brutally banged my boobs, "I've wanted to do this since the day I met you, Babe." I came hard when he called me "Babe". He only ever called me that in the heat of passion. I had hated that name before. I did a lot of things wrong before. I had always loved him, but before I hadn't known how to do it properly. But, as he fucked my tits I knew. I knew how to love him, and I knew what I needed. My old master had been right. This was my true master. When Willis called me "Babe" I knew that I had convinced him. I knew that I had a forever home with my Willis, my man, my master.