6 comments/ 69640 views/ 79 favorites A Busty Widow By: sexualsuspect Renee Zimmer and my wife Carol have been good friends for over ten years. In many ways they're complete opposites. My wife is a busy professional with a career in medical IT systems who works out four days a week. She's a guy's girl; loves sports and her tall, athletic frame and small breasts make her look a bit tomboyish. Renee is a pampered housewife who does charity work and never set foot in a gym. Not that she needs to. Renee is a stunner, a pale, raven-haired bombshell with curvy hips, a big round behind, an hourglass shape and an enormous chest. Our private nickname for her is Boom-Boom. Her proportions are almost cartoonish. She's like Betty Boop or a brunette Jessica Rabbit. Men always smile at her and rush to open doors or give Renee special treatment in a store or restaurant. I am attracted to big tits, always have been, ever since I was a little boy. Women with big tits and a nice round butt are hyper-sexualized to me. It's something very basic, an animal instinct. And from the first moment I met Renee, I've had my eyes on her giant chest. Not that she dresses provocatively. In fact, she's quite understated both in manner and style. The clothes she wears are classic and although they always fit like a glove, she rarely if ever shows off her prodigious cleavage or her lovely legs. She doesn't need to. She already gets enough attention as it is. Carol and I have what I would describe as a decent marriage. We get along, almost never fight, and if the passion flame was on pilot, after so many years it was to be expected. But given my love of big breasts, it's not surprising that Renee became a bit of an obsession. We were the only two couples we knew who at our age didn't have kids, so we found ourselves together fairly often. Whenever Carol and I would get together with Renee and her husband, Jerry, I'd always try to schedule it during the day and wear dark sunglasses so I could steal glances at her chest all afternoon. If Renee offered to wash the dishes after a brunch or a backyard barbecue, I'd help just so I could watch them jiggle or catch a peek down her shirt while she bent down to scrape food off plates into the trash. But I was never obvious about it. I didn't leer. Oh, she caught me a few times with my eyes below her neck. When I looked up into her eyes, she'd always have that tight little smile on her lips that said, "I know what you've been doing." But like I said, she was used to it from men. But it was nothing she encouraged. She was a very nice person, but she gave off a prudish sort of vibe. She didn't like off-color jokes, or make references to sex in conversation. And would walk away if others did. Even her shoulder-length hairstyle was conservative and never out of place. Jerry kept her in pearls and diamonds. She looked like a senator's wife, except for the treasures she kept concealed underneath those sensible skirts and blouses. Jerry Zimmer was a jerk. I didn't like him at all. He was self-involved and always bragging about his latest business success. He was in media sales. I did very well with my contracting business, but I never felt the need to bring it up. He treated Renee with barely concealed contempt at times, and would always praise Carol for her career. But he didn't really want that. He expected Renee to have his dinner on the table ten minutes after he got home from work and according to Carol, he'd scream at her if it weren't. According to Carol, he had pursued Renee doggedly when they were dating, but as soon as he married her, he only saw her as arm candy. During one weekend we shared together at a beach hotel, Jerry confided to me that their sex life was terrible. Since he'd opened that door, I asked how that could be, seeing that she looked built for sex. He said, "Nah, she's a total tight ass. Sex with her is like trying to pry frozen turkey legs apart. She refuses to even give me blowjobs." I was kind of surprised to hear this, but secretly happy that Jerry the Jerk wasn't getting any. I brought it up later that night with Carol when we were lying in bed, not quoting him, but saying that Jerry had expressed that they had a less-than-hot life between the sheets. Carol said she knew that, and Renee had told her that she was totally uninterested in sex, especially with Jerry. She found her husband very unattractive. I understand. He was short, paunchy, bald and not very good company, or a good husband. She said he was almost certainly having affairs. I made a pun that "Boom Boom 's sex life was a complete bust. Carol then told me that she and Renee had changed out of their wet bathing suits in our hotel room and she'd walked out of the bathroom to see Renee's naked tits for the first time. She said they were even bigger than she'd imagined, and incredible looking. She said they were like two heads of big babies attached to her chest and they stuck straight out, somehow defying gravity. Renee saw her staring and turned away, shy and embarrassed. I told Carol that all this talk was making me a little horny. She complained that she was tired but after a little prodding I got her to start sucking my cock. I responded vocally, saying "Oh yeah, that's good. Suck it baby," knowing the walls of this hotel were paper-thin and that Renee and Jerry could almost certainly hear us in the next room. Carol told me to be quiet but I continued my vocal encouragement, expressing loudly how good it felt as she lowered her mouth back onto my dick. After a few more minutes, I flipped Carol onto her back and buried my cock in her pussy. I kept up the loud talk while I fucked her. The headboard knocked against the wall. Carol tried to brace it with her hands, but I quickened my pace and it started to make a rhythmic bang that was a telltale sign that we were going at it. I announced my impending orgasm with each stroke and when I came I let out a long loud grunt, before collapsing beside Carol. Her only comment was "Maybe you should call the front desk and let them know you came. Someone might not have heard you." As I drifted off to sleep I was sure that our friends next door had. The next morning when we saw Renee and Jerry at breakfast, Jerry asked if our bed was comfortable, in a sarcastic tone. I smiled and said I slept like a baby, while looking right at Renee. Later, on the beach I couldn't get Carol's comments about Renee's tits out of my mind. I donned my Ray Bans and pretended to look past her as I watched them straining against the top of her modest two-piece bathing suit. When she emerged from the water and wrapped a towel around her lower half, I struck up a conversation with her and stared at her as her big stiff nipples poked through the wet material of her top. Long after summer ended I held those images of Renee in my head, using them as my go-to wanking inspiration. Carol was often out of town on business. One night while lying in bed, having just finished stroking it to the thought of Renee's huge cans, my phone rang. It was Carol. She was in a hotel in Denver. She and her boss had meetings all day and then had to entertain clients at dinner. She would fly back the next afternoon. I told her to take a bath and get some rest. About 20 minutes after we hung up, my phone rang again. Before I could even say hello, I heard grunting coming from the other end. It was my wife and she was obviously engaged in sex. She must've accidentally redialed me. I listened intently as I heard a man saying, "Do you like that, you like that, baby?" Then I heard my wife saying, "Yes, give it to me. Fuck me, Rob, don't stop. Fuck me good." I couldn't believe it. Rob was the name of her boss, who was married and had three kids! Wow, I never even suspected a thing. I kept listening until they finished, my wife seemingly enjoying herself and her boss' cock. I thought for a second that I should shout through the phone and let them know I was there and they were busted. But then I thought again and just quietly ended the call. I lie there awake for about an hour, wondering what I should do. Should I tell Carol I knew about her and Rob? Should I ask for a divorce? I had no idea. I wasn't really feeling anger. I felt jealous of both of them really. I told myself I'd figure it out in the morning. I turned off the light and went to sleep. My phone rang at 7. It was Carol. She said, "I have some bad news." I prepared myself to hear her spill the beans. Maybe she figured out that her phone dialed me inadvertently. But what she said next came as a surprise. "Jerry's dead." "What?" I just got a call from Renee. Jerry's dead. He was with some woman in a hotel room downtown, and he had a massive heart attack." "Holy shit! How's Renee doing?" "I think she's still in shock, but she sounded okay, considering. Can you go over there and check on her?" "Yeah. Sure. No problem." "Thanks. I'll see you tonight." When Renee answered the door she was still in her robe and nightgown, but she was alluring as ever. I hugged her and held her tightly in my arms for a full minute saying how sorry I was. I'm such a dog, all I could think about was feeling those huge breasts pressing up against me. I got an instant hard-on. She'd been crying but her eyes were dry now. She said she'd been on the phone all morning with Jerry's relatives, the funeral home, and the police, who had called her first around four in the morning to tell her what happened. She offered me coffee and as we stood in her kitchen she told me that Jerry had told her a few weeks ago that he wanted a divorce. She knew he was cheating but she didn't want to split up. Now fate had stepped in and changed everything. I reassured her that Carol and I were there for her. Renee had no family. Her mother and father, both only children, had died young, and her flaky brother lived on a commune somewhere in the Northwest, and refused to speak to her because he felt she was part of a "parasitic capitalist culture." Right. Whatever. After the funeral, the shit really started to hit the fan. Renee discovered that her husband was actually broke. His business had been declining for years but he'd doubled down on putting on a good show. He'd spent money like a drunken sailor on clothes, cars, women, fancy restaurants and clubs, and their huge house in the best neighborhood. Worse than that, he had outstanding debts all over town. In his will, Jerry left money to several women that Renee didn't know but assumed were his girlfriends. The only thing she inherited besides his bills were the car and the house, which had a huge mortgage. Renee was beside herself. She had zero financial acumen, no job and no income. Carol felt sorry for her. I said she could get another husband in a second if she wanted. But Carol told that after Jerry she was totally uninterested in men. I never said anything to Carol about what I knew about her and Rob, even when they went off again on other business trips together. I'm a pretty good poker player and I play a long game, waiting for my opening. And I think I just found it. Carol asked me to help Renee sort out her money woes. Being a successful business owner myself, Carol knew that I had lots of experience with financial matters. Renee was totally out of her depth—a deer in the headlights. She'd sold off some of her jewelry to pay for the burial and the headstone and was now living off of the little cash she had left. But she was dead broke. I went over to Renee's house one day and calmed her fears and made her give me all of her bills, final notices, threatening letters from debt collectors, mortgage info—the entire lot. I enjoyed sipping a glass of iced tea as I watched her reach into closets on stepladders, kneel in front of cabinets and rummage under guest beds for all of Jerry's files. There were piles of stuff to go through. He was quite the con man. Renee granted me power of attorney to sort out her affairs and one by one I dealt with the trail of crap Jerry had left in his wake, pun intended. A few weeks later, I told Renee I wanted to come over and go over where things stood on her finances. Carol was out of town again, so I had nothing else to do with my time after work. When I got there Renee was looking as great as ever, a straight grey skirt stretching across her ass and a white silk blouse that made her tits dazzle my eyes. She wore a double strand of pearls that had been her mother's and diamond earrings, the only things besides her rings that she had left. She asked what I wanted to drink but I told her I'd brought wine. I opened it and poured us each a glass. I drank the first one quickly and poured another, topping hers off too. She sat on the couch, her back arched, her boobs straining against the shiny material of her top. Beneath it I could make out the white lace of her bra. She was nervous. I told her to relax and that I had very good news. I'd been able to refinance the house at a lower rate and reduce the mortgage payments, brought the payments up to date out of my own pocket, and settled most of her debts, many for pennies on the dollar. Of course I had to guarantee the mortgage myself. She'd wanted to throw everything of Jerry's away, but I'd donated it to charity and gotten a tax deduction for them. Sure there were ongoing expenses, but I told her not to worry. It was all under control. She breathed a visible sigh of relief and said that I'd saved her life. I raised my glass and said, "to the future." We clinked glasses and she took a deep drink. "Seriously, Dan, I really don't know how to thank you. You've been so generous. I'll always be in your debt." "I think you know that you're not just a friend. You're very special to me." "You're a good guy, Dan. Carol is lucky to have you. I tell her that all the time. I wish I'd found a husband like you. Instead I got Jerry." "You know Renee, there is something you could do for me." "Sure. Anything. Just ask." I got up and sat down next to her on the couch. "I'd really like to see your tits." The look on her face was priceless. Her mouth actually fell open. She stared at me for a few seconds before she managed to stammer, "What?" "I've been staring at them from the first day we met and I've always wanted to see them." "Dan, I can't do that. What would Carol say?" "I wasn't planning on telling her. I think it's probably best if you don't either." "I didn't think you were like that." "I never was before. You're the exception." "Why me?" "Because you are gorgeous, that's why. Now you asked me what I wanted and I told you. I want these." I reached out across her and grabbed her left breast. She inhaled sharply, shocked at my behavior. "Don't Dan. Stop." "I'm not going to stop," I said, as I squeezed and released a big handful of her silk and lace-covered flesh. It was firmer than I'd imagined and dense. I squeezed again and I could feel her nipple underneath starting to harden. Renee turned away. I leaned in and squeezed her right breast. When I let go I could see both nipples now poking through the shiny material. I felt a rush as my heart pounded and my dick became hard in an instant. "Please, do this for me. Unbutton your blouse." Renee realized I wasn't going to give up. She looked down and slowly unbuttoned the top button and moved down to the next. When she was done she looked up at me. "Go on, take it off." Renee inhaled and slipped the blouse off. Her giant white bra covered most of her breasts. Her face went flush. I reached behind her and undid the four-hook clasp of her bra. Her hands instinctively shot up to hold it in place, but I grabbed the front and tore it away from her body. Renee crossed her arms in front of her. "Come on, Renee. Show them to me." Renee lowered her arms and I got my real first look at the tits I had long fantasized about. They were more amazing than I'd hoped. Huge. Stunning. Magnificent. The slope of them started just below her collarbone and they jutted out so far until they suddenly curved back to her ribcage. Her skin was so milky smooth and pale, it looked like they'd never seen sunlight. Contrasting against her skin were large pink areolas. Her rosy nipples were bigger and thicker than any I'd ever seen, as wide and tall as a short stack of dimes. "Jesus. They're beautiful" "Okay. You've seen them." She got up and started to walk away. I bolted after her and grabbed her from behind, my hands going right to her gorgeous globes, groping, and squeezing them. She wriggled and squirmed but I refused to let her loose. I spun her around and backed her against the wall. I bent down and greedily licked and sucked on those delicious nipples, tugging on them gently with my lips and teeth, and feeling them getting even bigger and stiffer in my mouth. I stepped back to look at them and was amazed how much they had grown in length when erect. They were also glowing bright red like maraschino cherries. "Your tits are the sexiest things I've ever seen." Renee looked embarrassed by her physical prowess and the effect it had on me. "What do you want from me, Dan?" "Everything. I'm going to have you, Renee. Every incredible inch of you." "Even if I don't want you to? There's a name for that, you know." "You want to call the cops on me? And risk losing your benefactor? That doesn't seem very smart. I'm the guarantor on this house now." She stared at me as if to say, "I can't believe you." "Turn around and put your hands flat against the wall." Renee shook her head but did as instructed. I moved behind her and lifted her tits from underneath and bounced them in my hands like the playthings they were. Then I squeezed them again, this time more roughly, rolling and pinching her spectacular nipples between my fingers. Renee was making little tutting noises expressing her displeasure. My hands moved to caress that luscious round ass of hers. I unzipped her skirt and tugged it down over her hips, then let it fall to the floor. With one swift motion, her panties were at her ankles too. "Step out of them," I ordered. Renee lifted one foot out of the heap of clothing and then the other. I tossed her clothes across the room. Now all she was wearing were her black high heels and her diamonds and pearls. I ran my hands all over her butt. "Arch your back and stick it out for me." She exhaled loudly like a petulant teenager, and stuck her butt out towards me. "That's nice," I said. When I slid my hand between her legs, she gasped. ""Oh my God," she whispered softly to herself. I rubbed her pussy, circling her clit first then slipping a finger into her slowly. She was very compactly built down there but as my finger worked its way inside I could feel the moisture and heat within starting to build. Renee's breathing quickened into short, staccato bursts, as if trying to suppress any pleasurable sensations. I moved my finger to her clit again as I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I am going to fuck you so hard." I spun her around again to face me. "But first, I want you to suck my cock." "Wait, no. I'll do the other thing, but I... I just don't like to do that." "Yeah, Jerry told me you always refused to give him blowjobs. Well that's not going to work with me. I'm you're daddy now and you're going to do it for me." "No please, Dan ..." "On your knees, little princess" I said as I pushed her toward the carpet. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff dick. She looked up at me defiantly. As I stepped closer, my hard-on an inch from her face, she turned her head to one side. I reached out and held her chin in place. With my cock in my other hand I brushed the engorged head of it back and forth over her tightly pursed lips, then traced circles around her entire mouth with it. "Suck your daddy's cock!" I said." Renee's lips parted and I slid the head between them. I took my time, telling her exactly what to do, starting with the most delicate licking and drawing her lips back and forth over the head, then making her run her wet tongue up and down the shaft like a dirty little slut before I started to fuck her mouth with increasingly deeper and faster strokes. She gagged and coughed and tried to pull away, but I told her to "Keep sucking daddy's cock," and she did, even though she continued to make plaintive little groaning noises with every thrust. A Busty Widow Ch. 02 Thank you readers for the many favorites and comments. Love to hear what you like best. Please rate highly and comment so I can learn and reach more readers. Sam **** My plan had gone better than I'd hoped. I couldn't quite believe it. I'd had the gorgeous Renee, on her knees, bent over, my cock shoved into her mouth and pussy. Getting to watch her come like the smoldering volcano I knew she was, even as she tried to hold it back was a bonus. Days later I was still excited and replayed every moment over and over in my mind. Yes, I'd been devious and blackmailed Renee into submitting, but I didn't regret it a bit. In fact, I was just getting started. Sunday was Carol's birthday. We'd planned it for weeks and had about twenty friends over. Renee had agreed to help Carol with the food, and despite what gone on between us she was true to her word and arrived early. When I answered the door I was struck once again by how beautiful she was. Dressed in a white skirt and a red shirt stretched tightly across her chest, she had strappy high-heeled sandals adorned with sparkly fake jewels on her feet. Her toenails, fingernails and lipstick were all bright red. In her hands was a large serving tray of pasta salad. I smiled and kissed her on the cheek and gave her arm a gentle squeeze. She acted cool and reserved, as usual. I noticed the bracelet was on her wrist. As the girls busied themselves with setting out the food, I iced beers and wine and eavesdropped on their conversation. Carol asked Renee how she was doing. Renee sighed and said she was looking for a job, but couldn't find anything, even at fifteen dollars an hour. "I could put you to work part-time at my office," I said. "And I'll give you thirty dollars an hour." Carol smiled back at me. "See, Renee, problem solved." "What would I be doing?" Renee asked. "Just some filing, organizational stuff. You can start tomorrow." "What do you say?" Carol asked her. "Well, I..." "It's settled then," Carol beamed. During the party, I couldn't keep my eyes off Renee. And neither could most of the other men. I saw the husbands stealing looks at her and watched as the wives steered them away from her. One younger, single guy was there. He's a trainer at Carol's gym, and he looked the part. I saw him corner Renee several times, standing next to her and very obviously looking down her blouse. She had undone another button on her shirt and although still very respectable, it was more cleavage than she usually showed. At one point I saw him take out his phone and type in something Renee was saying. Goddamn if he wasn't picking her up. Rob, Carol's boss, was there too with his wife, a petite little thing who looked like a cheerleader, even after three kids. When they arrived at the door, Carol greeted them. I saw Renee give Carol a secret look—and Carol nodded to her. I knew in an instant that Renee knew what was going on between them. Now I did feel angry. After a couple of hours, once everyone had a few drinks and the atmosphere was buzzing, I sidled up to Rob and his wife, Diana. We made dull small talk about their kids. They were thinking of moving to a larger house, although they loved where they were and the school district was good. I told them they should expand their house and put in a pool. Rob said he was too busy to plan a renovation. I told them I'd be happy to give them a family discount if they hired my company. Diana liked the idea. She suddenly put her hand up to her chest. "Oops. I'm leaking. Excuse me," and she ran off to the powder room down the hall. Rob looked at me and explained their youngest was eight months old and Diana was still breastfeeding. I nodded. "So you like being on the road for work?" I said, once we were alone. "It's a necessary evil," said Rob. "But at least there are perks. Like fucking my wife." "What? Look, Dan you've got it wrong" "If you bullshit me one more time, Rob, you'll be very sorry you did." Rob looked down, and sighed. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again." "No, keep fucking her. Fuck the living shit out of her. Just don't let her know that I know." "Now wait, I don't think..." "If you stop sleeping with Carol I'll tell Diana and let the company know you've been sexually involved with a subordinate. You'll lose your job and your wife. So why not just go with the flow? Oh, and another thing. You will hire me to do those renovations, and no, there won't be a discount. You've taken from me, Rob, and you're going pay for that. But hey, look at the bright side. You'll still get your rocks off." I clapped a hand on his shoulder and walked away. Rob went pale and had a strained smile when Diana returned. A few minutes later they were out the door. I was very pleased with myself. When the party was over and everyone left, Renee offered to help clean up. Carol insisted she go home. But about an hour later, Carol picked up the phone and dialed Renee. "There's so much food here I can't fit it all in my fridge. I'm sending Dan over with half of it." When Renee tried to protest, Carol wouldn't take no for an answer. "You don't mind going over there, do you?" she asked me after hanging up. "Nah. It's fine," I replied casually. I was dying for an excuse to be alone with Renee. "Thanks. I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed. Be quiet when you come in." When I arrived at Renee's door fifteen minutes later, she had on her nightgown and bathrobe. The belted robe looked like something from a classic Hollywood movie—a pale shade of violet, thin, shiny and edged with lace. When she walked, her huge boobs jiggled and jumped with a bounce. I carried the food into her kitchen from my car. "Nice party, huh?" "Yes" "You looked spectacular. You always do." "Thank you." "I get hard just looking at you." "That's not a compliment. It's just crude," she sniffed. "You're such a prissy little princess. That just makes you even hotter." "Gee, thanks. Listen, about the job—I need to know if you're serious." "Absolutely. I'll even pay you in cash at the end of every day." "This can't go on with you and me, Dan. That's over. I really appreciate everything you've done and continue to do, but I can't keep lying to Carol." "Hmm. But you've got no problem lying to me. You knew she was fucking her boss, but you made it seem like I was being disloyal." "I ..." she started to reply, then stopped. "And today, you came to my house and gave your phone number to some gym rat who hit on you right in front of me. That's pretty bratty behavior." "He wanted to take me to lunch. You don't own me, Dan." "I made an investment in you and I expect a return." "You're not going to do what you did to me again." "Why? We both know you liked it." Renee turned away from me toward the sink. I came up behind her and pinned her body against it and pulled open her belted robe. She told me to stop and struggled as I tore off the robe and pulled the thin belt through its loops. Grabbing one wrist and holding it behind her I tied the belt around it. She fought me but I got the other arm behind her and tied her wrists together securely. I was a Boy Scout and very good with knots. I spun her around to face me. She was indignant. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I reached up and tugged the thin material of her nightgown down, reached in and pulled her giant tits over it. The straps held them high, putting them on beautiful display. I began kneading them and squeezing them roughly. She tried to free her hands but couldn't. "Stop squeezing my chest so hard." "I'm going to do more than squeeze. Brats get a spanking. You ever had those big tits spanked?" With that, I smacked one tit with an upward swoop of my hand. Renee's eyes went wide. Her boob bounced upward then settled back with a tantalizing shake. I smacked the other one. "Ow, that hurts." I started a rhythm of slapping one and then the other, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Renee turned her head away from me and gritted her teeth. Her nipples went rock hard and her big pale areolas turned deep red. She drew in a sharp breath with each slap. With each of the last four slaps came one word—"You. Bratty. Little. Girl." I let Renee catch her breath and caressed her sore tits lightly with my fingertips. Renee huffed with indignation. I grabbed her elbow and said, "Let's go inside," and led her toward the living room. "Untie me now." I shook my head no with a smile. "I know what you're doing, Dan. You want to humiliate me and turn me into a whore." "The humiliation is a turn-on for both of us. You'll never be a whore. You're a classy woman. But I'm going to make you act like a filthy little slut." With her arms behind her and her tits exposed, Renee stumbled to the center of the room. I tore the nightgown from her body completely and tossed the shreds aside. I pushed Renee to her knees and started to undo my fly. "Now you're going to worship you daddy's cock." "Worship?" she said with an incredulous huff. "That's right." I pulled out my dick which was already hard and stepped up right next to her. Grabbing her by the hair, I tilted her head back and put my cock against her cheek, brushing it across her skin. Renee sighed loudly. I rubbed my cock all over her face—along her cheeks, up over her forehead, down her clenched jaw to her chin and back up to her lips that remained tightly closed. I smacked her face with my stiff rod. She grunted her displeasure. I moved the head in front of her lips. "Kiss it." She reluctantly gave my cock tender little baby kisses. I pushed the head past her lips. She proceeded to slowly and delicately tease the head. "That's it. Good girl. Suck daddy's cock like a slut. Make it wet." She complied. I pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth while placing a hand firmly on the back of her neck. She grunted as I started to pump faster. "Open your eyes. Look at me." She looked up and her green eyes showed a mix of contempt and desire. When I thrust my entire dick down her throat she gagged and choked and a churned mix of spit and pre-come escaped her lips. I pulled out and painted her pretty face with my slippery, saliva-covered dick. "Are you my cocksucking little princess?" I demanded. She nodded. "Say it." "I'm your cocksucking little princess," she whispered in a breathy little voice. "Now make daddy come with your mouth." She leaned forward to take it again and bobbed and twisted her head as she engulfed my cock. "That's it. Faster. Keep sucking it. Don't stop." After two more minutes of deep thrusting, I pulled out of her mouth again, and let out a long roar as loads of my jizz spurted onto her face, her hair, her shoulders and her tits. Renee flinched and gasped as come splattered her. "Ich. Eww. Oh. My God." I stood over her panting as she froze, covered my come. I took her by the hair again and with my other hand began to rub my semen over her face, her neck and then down over her enormous tits. Her nipples stuck straight out as I bathed her breasts in shiny goo. "You're disgusting. What a pervert." "You like it," I said giving her glazed tits a few playful slaps. "Oh yeah. What woman doesn't," she said sarcastically. I pushed her over on her back and pried her knees apart. Her pussy was glistening. "You do. You're sopping wet, princess. I want to taste that little pussy." I spread her lips with my fingers and ran my tongue up and down her juicy hole. She shivered when I lapped at her asshole. I inserted two fingers in her pussy and slid them back and forth as I moved to circle her clit with my tongue. With my fingers curled to rub her g-spot, Renee's breathing quickened. I massaged her clit more directly with my tongue. She began to moan quietly. "Oh, God, yes, that's it. Yes, yes..." My tongue stopped abruptly. I wasn't going to let her get off just yet. Renee was unsteady getting to her feet as I pulled her up. I guided her into the bedroom and pushed her face down onto the bed and started to remove my clothes. "Untie me, Dan. I mean it." She struggled to move her immobilized hands one more time. "You're going to get a good fucking first." "You can't just force yourself on other people." "Not other people. Just you. And some girls like to be forced." Her continued defiance made my cock rock hard again in a second. Without any pre-arrangements we played out this game perfectly. I threw my clothes onto a chair in the corner and stepped to the bathroom. I pulled a towel from the rack. Sitting on the counter was a jar of Vaseline. I grabbed that too and stashed it in the towel as I returned to the bedroom. "Pull your knees up underneath you and put that ass in the air." She didn't move. I placed the towel on the edge of the bed and smacked her luscious lilywhite ass. She reacted with more struggling but didn't obey. I spanked her hard five more times. Renee squirmed and cried out. "Offer up that pussy," I commanded. Reluctantly and with some difficulty, she got into position, her head against the mattress. I got behind her. I took my cock and brushed it up and down along her moist quim. When I slid it inside her, she piped up again. "What you're doing is against the law, you know. People go to prison for this." "You want to call this rape? Fine. Call it what you want. You've been thinking about my cock being inside you all week, haven't you?" I grabbed her tied wrists as I began to pump her pussy harder. Reaching for her shoulders I pulled her back and upward, lifting her face from the mattress and freeing her tits to bounce in time to my banging. Renee moaned gently and started to meet my thrusts. I grabbed her hair thick hair and kept it pulled taught. "That's right, push it in. Fuck my cock. Bounce on it." She rocked backward and pushed my cock deeper into her. It drove me wild. I started thrusting again, this time with all the force I could muster. Renee's pussy tightened around me. "You like it don't you? You like when daddy rapes you." Her breathing quickened as she gave over to it completely. "Say it." "I like it when daddy rapes me," she whimpered. "That's what I thought." She was close to coming. I stopped thrusting and pulled out of her. I heard the quiet little noise of disappointment she made. I spread her ass cheeks apart and held them while I stared at her dainty little butthole. Reaching under the towel I flipped the lid off the Vaseline. Scooping a large glob onto my fingers I scraped it off onto her butt and began massaging her crinkled rosebud. "What are you doing?" She demanded sharply. "Greasing up your ass." "No. I don't want that." I covered her tiny hole with a thick layer of the jelly and started probing her. She tried to move away but I held her fast as first one, then two fingers slid inside her. "Oww! Cut it out." "Relax baby. This is going to happen and you can't do a thing to stop it." I moved up behind her again and lathered some Vaseline onto my cock. When I started to rub the head against her glistening little hole she begged me to stop. "Please Dan, don't do this to me. Stop, please. Dan. Daddy, daddy—ahhh!" She cried out as the head of my cock pushed past her tight muscles. "Please, please go slow," she pleaded. I did. I slid it forward and back; slightly at first, but within a few minutes I was pushing a few inches into her. "Oh God, oh fuck, ooh, ooh, ooh, she began a running commentary on my every movement. She gasped, she flinched, she moaned, groaned, cursed and cooed. She blew staccato bursts of air in quick succession from her pursed lips. I drove harder. "Look at my beautiful princess, with a stiff cock shoved up her prissy little ass." I began burying it to the hilt and lifted Renee's bound hands up into the air making her even more helpless against my longer strokes. Ooh. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!" A sound came forth from Renee—a throaty growl. She began to tremble. I reached my hand around beneath her and slipped a thumb into her pussy and rested two fingers on her clit. My thrusts rocked my hand back and forth. Renee's face was contorted with effort—as though she was trying to hold back the ocean tide—and failing. The trembling turned to shaking and Renee began to writhe and convulse. "Oh. My. God. I. Can't. Stop. Fucking. Cominggggg!" Her jerking contractions made me release a torrent of come into her with my own heaving spasms. As I slowed, then stopped moving and my cock slid from her ass, she continued to shake and shiver. I untied the knotted belt from her hands and Renee collapsed onto her stomach. I gently stroked her lovely ass cheeks. "What a good little girl you are," I whispered. I took a quick rinse off in the shower. When I returned to the bedroom and put my clothes back on, Renee was still there on the bed, the spread now thrown over her naked body. She glanced up with a timid look—a sexy mix of shame and satisfaction. I reached into my pocket and placed a pair of earrings on the night table—gold daisies with diamonds in the center. She gave a tiny smile of recognition at the sight of them. "Why don't you rest tomorrow. You deserve it. Come to the office on Tuesday. And wear these—as a sign of how much you love daddy's cock. Good night, princess." I turned and walked out. A Busty Widow When I finally pulled out of her mouth, I had to squeeze the base of my shaft hard to keep from coming. Renee was out of breath, panting, and her eyes were watering. I brought her back to the couch told her to remove her shoes. I pushed her face down and told to keep her cheek planted on the armrest and her beautiful ass high in the air. I removed my clothes slowly and moved behind her, positioning my cock against her pussy lips. She just waited there motionless, expecting it to start. "Say fuck me daddy." I said. "Really?" "Yes, really. Say it." "Fuck me daddy," she said in an exasperated tone. I slid my cock into her. She was good at the ice princess act, but being forced to suck my cock had turned her pussy into a river of flowing juices. As I pushed deeper and deeper each time, Renee emitted a muffled groan. Soon I was pounding away at her pussy like a man possessed, watching as each thrust made her giant tits clang together like church bells. I grabbed her wrists and held them in the small of her back, pounding her even harder. Renee was starting to really lose it now, repeating "Oh, God" over and over again, later replaced by just a long, endless "Ohhhhhhhh" that rose and fell in pitch in rhythm with my cock. I looked down at her delicious ass and watched my cock banging away beneath it. "Say it again." Breathless, Renee said, "Fuck me daddy." "Again!" "Fuck me daddy!" she exclaimed in a desperate kind of whine. "Yes, daddy wants to fuck his little princess like a slut." I grabbed her beautiful dark mane of hair and held it tightly as I turned it up another notch and drilled her pussy harder and faster. I reached down and squeezed one of Renee's tits and pinched her big cherry red nipple. I felt her pussy clamp tightly around my cock. "You like it, don't you?" I said. "Of course you do. This is what your tight little pussy is for." Renee began to shake and moan. Her back stiffened and her facial expression became a mix of tension and expectant release. One look at her in the throes of her unwanted orgasm was too much for me. I came in an explosion that pulsated deep inside her like nothing I'd felt before. We collapsed together in a sweaty pile. For several minutes nothing was said, the only sound was our spent breathing slowly returning to normal. Renee remained still and silent as I dressed and went into the kitchen and got myself a glass of water. When I returned to the living room she was emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She looked at me with an expression that let me know that she still resented being made to do what she just did, even if she did sort of enjoy it. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a gold bracelet—one of the ones Renee had sold to a local jeweler to raise cash. I held it out. She reached for it and I pulled it back. "Drop the towel," I said. She rolled her eyes, inhaled impertinently and pulled it open, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there defiantly, sticking out her chest and swaying back and forth a bit to show them off. I handed her the bracelet. "What do you say, princess?" "Thank you, daddy."