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Hipster Chicks Love Big Dicks

By: TheTalkMan



This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This story is a bit different from my usual fare. To be clear, this is a cheating wife story, and it's not for the faint of heart. There is betrayal, seduction, and heartbreak. Don't expect a happy ending. This is the story of a hot-bodied, big-breasted, innocent wife getting seduced and corrupted by a misogynistic asshole of a man with a huge dick. And this guy is just a motherfucker in this story, so I think it would be a good idea to make something clear: the words and language this character uses are harsh, and do not reflect the views of the author or any right minded thinking individual. He is a villain, and his views support that. So, for those who think they can handle it, go forward. Just don't say you weren't warned...

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It would take a force of nature to get Stephanie Miller down after the amazing day she had just had.

She didn't know what she was in for.

Steph was buzzing. She felt like a million bucks. The events of the day left her body feeling like a live wire, coursing with an excitement that needed an outlet. 

"How are you so full of energy?" Eli asked, watching his wife bopping up and down, practically skipping as she walked through the tunnel towards the plane. She was in a bouncy, bubbly mood. Eli always marveled at how full of energy she seemed to be all the time. Early in the morning, late at night, she was always full of pep.

"Today was a great day. We did some real good." Steph replied, bouncing forward and kissing her exhausted husband. 

"Yeah, we did. But it's late, and it's been a long day, so now... its sleep time." Eli said, his shoulders dropping in exhaustion.

"How could you sleep after today?" Steph said, feeling amped after the day they had.

Steph and Eli boarded the redeye from Washington D. C. to Seattle. They felt pretty proud of themselves after having spent the day at a rally protesting against the various wars the country was involved in, and the general "shoot-first" mentality the government seemed to have. The young married couple fashioned themselves as intelligent and well informed members of society, and they loved voicing their opinions to anyone that would hear them. They weren't gonna be those brainless droves snowed over by the government's lies and double-speak. They would speak out. They would speak their minds. They would not be silenced.

They were a cute young couple, having married at 23 just after graduating college. They had met during high school, and now a year after getting married they were still going strong. A lot of people didn't take them seriously, older people mainly, because of their unique sense of style. They would fall under the category of people commonly known as "hipsters". They took advantage of ironic trends, wearing a mish-mash of styles that older people didn't understand. She wore t-shirts with ironic, retro images, while also wearing clothes made of natural fibers, with them caring about the planet and all. Clothes that women wore in the past and were seemingly out of style she wore with glee. Corduroy pants. Pull over cardigans. She loved clothes. Eli wore tight jeans and shirts, not caring when macho guys teased him for it. 

Eli had been called a slacker quite a bit, and he looked the part. He had shoulder length black hair and a scraggly beard. Despite that, he was a handsome man, his good looks buried behind his hair. But his bright smile could shine through, and his fun-loving personality was enough to charm people over.

It was a shame Steph liked wearing so much clothing, cause if you asked most men, they would prefer her to be in very little clothing. She was a stunningly gorgeous girl, and her body was absolutely insane. Jutting DD breasts, with succulent chewy nipples. A butt that was full and round, perfectly heart-shaped and built to be touched. A fit, flat belly and long sexy legs. She was also just absolutely gorgeous, with a naturally pretty face, fair skin, long brown hair, and full lips. She also loved to wear cute black glasses. She didn't need them, but she loved the way they made her look. She was bright and friendly and personable, with a gorgeous smile that could light up a room. But don't get on her bad side, or she would come at you. Eli loved that passion in her.

Both of them were in good shape, Steph especially. While Eli could be viewed as overly skinny, Steph's body was perfectly filled out and ripe. They were both strict vegans, which made it even more impressive that her body was as good as it was. No meat had entered her mouth for years.

They were both tired from a long day of protesting. They had met a lot of great, like-minded people that they planned to keep in touch with. The plane was pretty empty, but of course their seats were right next to one of the few seated passengers. Steph glanced at the seated man. He was a handsome older guy, maybe 50 or so, tanned, with salt-and-pepper hair. He didn't even glance up from his phone as both Steph and Eli started to stash their bags in the overhead compartment. Perfume hit the seated man's nose, causing him to take notice of the woman next to him.

The man, Bill, looked up as the people sitting next to him began to pack their bags away. He was immediately struck by the beauty of the woman in front of him. She looked good, very good, even dressed as she was, wearing a tight pair of jeans, a snug t-shirt, and a thin, pull-over sweater. He watched as her t-shirt rode up, exposing a hint of her sexy belly. Bill averted his eyes before he could be noticed, and he nodded politely as Steph sat next to him and responded in kind.

Steph didn't know what she was getting into. She didn't know what she was dealing with when it came to the man seated next to her. She didn't know what hid behind that fatherly façade. She didn't know Bill Savage. 

Steph was a sweet, good hearted girl who was friendly to all and was passionate for the things she felt strongly about. Sure, she might be a bit uppity, but her heart was in the right place. But Bill... he was the opposite. If Steph's world was sunshine and flowers, Bill's was one of rough fucking and sexual domination. You see, Bill was a serial sexual deviant. Nothing illegal, mind you, but he was not the type of guy you wanted to leave your wife around. At least if you wanted her to be your wife for much longer. 

Even though he had just turned 50, Bill was a winner with women. He was ruggedly handsome, and kept himself in great shape. He took care of his body, keeping himself taut and fit. Sure, he had a bit of gray in his short dark hair, but the look really worked for him. He was always dressed to impress. Even now, settling in for a flight, he wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, a light blue business shirt, and a very expensive blue tie. To all outsiders, he seemed like a business traveler, and nothing more.

That's how he lured them in.

He hid his true self well, perfecting a fatherly, professional veneer that he would project to those around him. But behind that façade, he was a master of seduction, specifically with young women. He could lure them in with his friendly veneer, but he was an absolute master at charming these young women out of their clothes. He could convince the most innocent of women to do the filthiest of things. How did he charm these pretty young ladies, you may ask? His dominant nature, his rugged looks, his smooth charm, his ability to dominate conversations, and most importantly... his giant, oversized cock.

He couldn't count how many times women told him that dick size didn't matter. How it was ridiculous that any man could have a cock the size that he boasted he had, that girls didn't want a man of the immense size he boasted about, that they would rather have something more manageable. But once he got his soda can thick, 10 inch cock buried to the balls in some tight young pussy, those women changed their tune immediately. He had been called an arrogant asshole, arrogant just because he had a big dick, and it was the truth. He had seen the power his large cock had over young, sexy women. He had seen his giant cock turn good girls into sluts. He had seen the most loyal of young wives eagerly and lovingly slide their lips around its girthy circumference. No woman was immune to its charms. He was positive that most of the women he had sex with didn't especially like him, but that didn't stop them from eagerly taking his meaty shaft down their tight throats. So, it wasn't really arrogance with him. It was confidence.

Steph didn't know the predator sitting next to her.

But alas, she might just be getting a reprieve on this night. While impressed by the beauty of the girl sitting next to them, Bill's initial plan was not seduction. To be honest, he had had a long day, and he was looking forward to a rest filled flight. But the girl next to him had other plans. 

That would be her downfall.

"Hi!" she said perkily.

"Hello." Bill replied, his voice deep and smooth, not looking up from his phone. He could smell her perfume. He loved the perfume these young girls wore. He had gotten so used to that smell hitting his nose during many intense bouts of rough fucking that the smell was enough to cause his dick to stiffen.

"Are you going home?" Steph asked, making conversation. She didn't like just sitting still. She always had to be doing something. She was so full of energy. She must be a wildcat in the sack, Bill theorized.

"Steph, he doesn't want to talk." Eli whispered, but still loud enough for Bill to hear. 

"No, it's okay." Bill said, pocketing his phone. He glanced over at Steph, and looked her in the eyes for the first time. Her eyes were bright and friendly behind her cute glasses, and his looked confident, hiding the depths of deviancy within him. She didn't know who she was dealing with. She just smiled, friendly as ever.

"I'm going for work. We have a field office out there. I need to get some business in order." Bill said.

"Who do you work for?" Steph asked, out of genuine curiosity. Bill smiled, reached into his coat pocket, and removed his wallet. He held it out and unfurled it, revealing his badge to the curious wife. 

"William Savage, National Security Agency, Field Agent."

Bill watched with a smile as Steph's expression dropped a bit.

"You're an NSA agent?" Steph asked. "The same NSA that violates people's civil liberties and freedoms with their unconstitutional wiretaps and violations of people's privacy?"

"Pretty much." Bill replied smoothly with a little smirk. This response startled Steph. Not expecting that reply, and she couldn't help but smile a bit at the witty response.

"Let me guess." Bill started, "You two were at that little protest, weren't you?" He asked with an amused smile.

"As a matter of fact, we were." Steph said proudly, puffing her chest out.

"Well, I'll say this, it's easy for people like you to build up horror stories about what we in the government do, but the work we do is invaluable to keeping this nation safe." Bill said lazily. 

"At what cost? Listen, it is obvious that you guys step over the line. What is the point of this so called freedom if you impose on it whenever you feel like it?" Steph argued, getting worked up immediately.

"Steph, please. This isn't the time or place." Eli started. He turned to Bill. "I'm sorry. She can get a bit worked up."

"I can tell. It's no problem. I love going toe to toe with a worthy adversary." Bill said with a smile at the young woman. Eli put his hand on Steph's shoulder, calming her down. She pouted as she faced forward and waited for the flight to take off. 

Now intrigued, Bill couldn't help but eye her up as they took off. She was a hottie, despite all that bulky clothing. If he pushed at her a little bit, he knew she could make a fine addition to his harem. You see, Bill's work was not all above board. As a company man for years, he had connections all over the place, on all levels of society. And as an experienced field agent, he knew the ways to avoid arousing suspicion. Avoid getting caught. Bill figured he could get away with murder, but that wasn't his style. His predilection was women. He was a serial devourer of women. A chronic seducer. With his addiction, and his connections and knowledge, he was able to start up a high class prostitution ring right under the government's nose. Although... prostitution might be the wrong word. Basically, he had a black book of women on call, a list of his conquests, women he had seduced and fucked, eager to do whatever he wanted of them. He had made these nice and sweet women his sluts, and they were now willing and eager to do whatever their master wanted. And that typically entailed serving him or his group of friends and contemporaries.

But, this group was a members only type thing. It wasn't like some guy off the street could get in on the action. You had to be invited to join. And it wasn't like someone paid cash in exchange for a night with one of these gorgeous women and that was that. Sure, sometimes these women were assets used to sweeten off-the-book deals. Sometimes he had to turn women into his sluts to avoid word getting out about them. Like that pushy reporter he banged, and some of his whores' nosy best friends. But for the most part, this whole ring of whores was basically used as a way for him and his buddies to get young pussy. His buddies, men he had known for years, men who he had done work with and that he could trust. Plenty of military men, some politicians, lawyers and judges, men of power from many walks of life. Like minded individuals who knew how to treat women. 

Bill was not a good man. Far from it. He was a relic of the past. A time where women were submissive to their men. Where men ran the show, and their women lived to make their men happy. Where they would do anything to keep their men happy, and put their men's pleasure above their own. His buddies felt the same way.

Bill did not feel bad about corrupting these young women, because he truly believed these ladies were destined to be at the beck and call of a strong, powerful man. In his mind, these women wanted to serve as badly as he wanted them to serve.

You would think in a time where women are more independent than ever, it would get tougher and tougher for this group of perverted old men to corrupt young women, but in fact, the opposite was true. He had no respect for this idea of "strong women". It was a farce. A fiction. In his experience, the bigger front these women put forward, the more they would crumble under the will of a strong man. In his mind, these so called independent, strong women were just dying to be fucked by a strong, dominant man. And Bill knew that Steph was no exception.

She put up a façade. They all did. She talked a big game. She dressed in a way to downplay her sexuality. It was all fake. This bitch was a phony. A lie. Plus, she had a big mouth. Bill couldn't help but imagine her putting it to better use. Her man, that dopey little shit, did not have her on a strong enough leash, and he would come to regret that. She was a woman untamed, and oh, was she ever asking for it. A surge ran through the older man, as the thrill of the hunt burned through him. It was decided then, in that moment. Steph didn't know that her destiny was in the weathered hands of the man next to her, but it was, and he had come to a decision.

Steph would be his. There was really no other choice. Steph was about to become the older man's bitch. There was really no other possible outcome. He was on the hunt and he would not stop until he had conquered his prey. Bill intended to tame her, domesticate that bitch to the point where all she cared about was stuffing her holes with giant cock. 

Bill's giant cock.

Now that he was on the hunt his energy was now restored, and his attention had become laser focused. Bill admired the way Steph's firm, full tits trembled as the plane took off. His hungry eyes gazed on the slight indication of her nipples under her shirt. He admired those big innocent eyes of hers. He could have her anytime he wanted, he realized. She was dying to be taken. Dying to be turned out and fucked in the way she so clearly needed. Steph needed to be fucked badly, and fucked as soon as humanly possible. And he intended to. Before this flight was over her loyalty would be to Bill. Bill and his giant cock. She ascended from the ground a happily married woman. By the time she landed, she would be a submissive whore. His whore. She would be game for some absolute filth if Bill just gave her the right push. He had a sixth sense for this type of thing, so he knew this bitch was something special.

As soon as the seat belt light turned off, Bill undid his and pulled out his laptop. He could hear the happy couple next to him whispering to each other. Finally, Steph turned to Bill.

"I'm sorry I got so worked up before." Steph said. Bill knew why she was worked up. Her hubby didn't give her the seeing to she really needed. He knew she needed a good reaming before she could calm down properly.

"It's quite alright. When you work for the government, you get used to it. You develop a thick skin." Bill said with a smile. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Bill Savage." he said, holding his hand out.

"I'm Steph Miller." she said, taking his rough hand in her young, smooth one. 

"Eli." Eli said, reaching over to shake the older man's hand. Bill shook it quickly before turning his attention back onto the young wife. 

"It's nice to see young people so passionate." Bill said.

"Well, we try to keep informed. It's important for young people to be knowledgeable of where the country is going." Steph said.

"I agree. So, if I had to guess, you seem to have pretty negative feelings about the government?" Bill started. Steph laughed before speaking up.

"Well, to me, it seems like the government is just fat and bloated. We need people running the show who are committed to change, committed to improving the nation, committing to fixing the planet, and not just lining their pockets." Steph said.

"So, I'm guessing you two are those going green, save the planet types?" Bill said.

"Yes, of course... you're not?" Steph asked. Bill smiled internally. He had friends in the oil business, business that Bill was able to get into and make some serious cash. Cash that funded his various extra-curricular endeavors.

"Well, I would be happy to adopt a new energy source if we find a better one, but until then, I'll stick to what works." Bill replied. He could tell Steph didn't like this answer, but she held her tongue in response.

"So, you have a view from the inside. How can you honestly say you are happy with how things are run?" Steph asked.

"Like I said, it's easy to invent ghost stories from the outside. Believe me, I have been a government man for almost 30 years. I know what I'm talking about." Bill started. He had both Steph and Eli's undivided attention. Bill had a smooth voice, perfect for story-telling. "I have gone through many administrations, and I have seen things run many ways. Many manners, many different styles of running things. Tell me, what do you guys do for a living?" he asked.

"I'm an artist. Not quite starving, but I get by." Eli said, as if that was his stock line whenever someone asked his profession.

"Uh, I work at a health food store." Steph said.

"Perfect. As you well know, when you work in retail, you start to resent people. You start to realize that most people are completely idiotic. Correct?" Bill asked.

"Well, yeah, kind of. Some people can be frustrating." Steph replied, ever polite.

"Now, imagine instead of running a store, you are running a country. You begin to realize that these people, these citizens you are trying to protect, are complete morons who have don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. You can't coddle them. You can't let them do whatever they want. If we did, then we would have anarchy. I have realized, from over 30 years of being with the government, that the best way to lead people is with a firm hand. People will do what you tell them if you ask in just the right way. They might not like it, but most people will conform. They will go with the masses. It is our duty as the elected few to take this chaos that is humanity and stop them from destroying themselves." Bill said.


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"Wow. Well, that's pretty pessimistic, dude." Eli said.

"Yeah, I don't know if I agree with that." Steph said.

"Well, I'm not surprised. When you're among the masses, you can't look at it from an unbiased point of view. When you come from where I do, it's really quite easy to see." Bill said with a knowing laugh.

"Wait, you're saying we're part of the mindless masses? The sheep?" Eli asked.

"Absolutely." Bill said with a smile.

"What do you mean? You said before that we were a change of pace from most people. You said it was nice to see young people caring about the issues." Steph said, defending herself.

"You two and the other thousands of people who did the same thing at your little protest." Bill replied, smirking

"Oh, I get it." Steph started, "I think you are one of those people that wouldn't change a thing. You are one of the guys who benefits from the way things are, and would happily keep exploiting a flawed system."

Bill simply smiled, working on his laptop.

"You don't respect people like us, do you?" Steph said, fighting back. "You don't respect us bratty, disrespectful young people who want to change things up. You just want us to nod politely and go along with how things are. You just want you, and all the other old fat cats, to stay fat and happy."

Bill smiled again. "I'm not old, and I'm definitely not fat."

"Seriously," Steph whined, getting irritated, "Why don't you respect what we are trying to do?"

"Because it's fake." Bill said, getting deathly serious. "This façade you two have created where you are intelligent, liberal free-thinkers is total bullshit. You don't see people like you at my age. You know why? Because they know better! People like you eventually grow up and stop acting like disrespectful children. You will cut your hair, lose the stupid outfits, and join the rest of us adults."

Both Steph and Eli were taken aback by this harsh criticism of their way of life.

"Excuse me! We will never stop caring about the issues. We will never be one of the blind masses. We will never line our pockets at the expense of the people of this country." Eli said.

"Yes you will. Everyone has a price. Everyone. Eventually, you will both do what you're told. It is best for everyone if you stop creating dissent and keep everyone united." Bill said.

"Well, I'm sorry. I've never been good at doing what I was told." Steph said, jutting out her chest unconsciously in pride, unknowingly giving the old man a primo view of her chest.

"You, honey, you..." Bill started, pointing at the married woman.

"I'm not 'honey'. My name is Steph." Steph said, as if this exact moment had occurred many times before.

"Steph," the government agent relented, temporarily. "You are the worst kind of fake. You talk big, you act enlightened, but in the end, you are nothing special. Nothing out of the ordinary. You are sheep. A pretender." Bill said, staring deep into her eyes. Steph looked at the rough old man, anger boiling over.

"Screw you! I am an intellectual, intelligent, independent woman. Excuse me if I care. Excuse me if I threaten you." Steph replied, eyes blazing behind her glasses.

"You do not threaten me. You are a young woman who does things in order to make her man happy. Just like all the rest. Like I said: nothing special." Bill said arrogantly. Steph laughed in his face.

"Oh, yeah. I am a dumb, submissive wife who doesn't know what to think without a big, strong man telling me what to do." Steph said mockingly.

"That's not what you are. You are something far more annoying. You are a dumb, submissive wife who acts like she's not." Bill said.

"HA! I don't know why I'm even bothering arguing with a dinosaur like you. Go back to the 50's dude." Steph said with a laugh, turning away, facing forward. Bill smiled, enjoying making her mad. She sensed his smile and could barely contain herself. She needed a breather.

"I'll be back." Steph murmured to her husband, her cheeks hot with anger as she unbuckled her seatbelt and stamped towards the bathroom, impetuously. Bill kept one eye on the married woman's juicy, bouncing ass clad in her snug pants 

The immediate silence between Eli and the older man was awkward indeed. Eli was convinced this guy really resented the young married pair, so he didn't want to annoy him any further. Eli would be happy if this little spat just got shut down here and now without going any further. Bill had just torn the married couple's way of life apart, so it was clear he held a definite grudge against people like them. Bill probably couldn't stand to be next to a pair of liberal, free-thinkers like them. That was why what Bill said next really stunned him.

"I tell ya, buddy." Bill said, breaking the silence, leaning slightly towards the younger man. "That wife of yours is one hot piece of ass."

"What?" Eli said, shocked.

"Good job locking that down." Bill said with a smile.

"Oh, uh, thanks." Eli said, surprised by this turn.

"I mean, that ass on her, it's like ripe fruit. It's perfect! And those tits... my God, those tits! Your wife's breasts are incredible. If I were you, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of those. I'll bet you're happy to go home to those jugs every night." Bill said, knowingly making the young husband uncomfortable.

"Uh... thanks," Eli stammered.

"What are they, Double D's?" Bill asked. "Man they look so fucking soft, my God!" he marveled. Eli didn't know why Bill was suddenly talking to him like they were in a locker room or something, and he didn't know how to respond, so he said nothing.

"Keep an eye on that one." Bill continued with a smile. "I can tell she's a wildcat."

"Oh, uh... yeah, I know." Eli said, a crooked smile on his face, taking a bit of pride at having such a gorgeous wife, but not feeling comfortable treating her like an object. 

"Although I tell you, man... if she had met me first, you might not be so lucky," Bill said with a satisfied chuckle.

"Oh, yeah, maybe." Eli said with a light, uncomfortable laugh, while thinking internally, 'Yeah, as if this old dinosaur would ever had a chance with my hot, young wife.'

"I know you doubt me, but... I think your wife likes me more than she lets on. Trust me, I've seen it before." Bill said.

"Got it." Eli said more firmly, trying to end this line of conversation, causing the old man to turn away with a satisfied smile.

A few minutes of silence passed before Steph returned, having cooled down a bit. She didn't even glance at the older man while she took her seat. She began to talk to her husband quietly, but Bill was ready to get in her head some more. Bill leaned closer to her and began to speak.

"I can prove it." he said quietly.

"What?" Steph said with a jump. "I don't want to talk to you anymore." He just stared at her for a few moments before she shook her head. "Prove what?" she relented.

"Prove that you are nothing more than a sheep. A dumb, submissive little wife waiting for a mighty man to conquer her."

"And how would you do that?" Steph said skeptically, daring this arrogant older man to challenge her.

"Tell me, before you met Eli, did you dress like this? Or was after you met him that you began to dress this way?" Bill argued.

"What?" Steph asked, taken aback.

"You heard me." Bill said, like a stern father. 

"We, uh, we met when I was younger. I hadn't found my true style yet." Steph said.

"So you admit it!" Bill said victoriously. "You met Eli, noticed how he dressed, and started to dress similarly just to please him. To please your man."

"You're... you're oversimplifying things." Steph said. "Eli opened my eyes about how I shouldn't conform to what society says we should dress like."

"And you dress like millions of other people. Good point." Bill said. This shut her up. Eli noticed this and stepped in.

"Listen, you don't like us, man. I get it. Let's just ride out the rest of this and then we will never see each other again." Eli said, attempting to be peacemaker, amicably trying to get this 'pervy' old guy to stop chatting up his wife. Bill gestured to him, as if saying as you wish, and went back to work on his laptop. But Bill knew Steph would not be silenced. He could see her fidgeting, as if bursting to speak. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"I am not submissive to whatever a man wants. I make up my own mind." Steph said, turning to face Bill again.

"Steph..." Elis started, urging her to stop, but she held out her hand, stopping him from interrupting her.

"Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better." Bill said coldly to Steph, not looking up.

"Screw you. I have never done anything just because some big, strong man told me. I make up my own mind." Steph said.

"That's because you never dealt with a man strong enough to take advantage of your submissive nature." Bill said, glancing at her. Steph rolled her eyes.

"Whatever." she muttered, bringing her arms to her chest, pouting. An uncomfortable silence fell. All three could feel the tension in the air. Bill knew she was loving this back and forth. She was loving his harsh judgment. Despite her outward annoyance, Bill knew that Steph liked him, liked him a lot, and that she was already desperate for his approval. He knew she was the type that subconsciously loved the fact that she was being outsmarted, out argued by the very government they despised. She was dying to be conquered. She was secretly rooting for her own capitulation. Like a moth, she was attracted to the flame. He knew she was this close to getting on her knees and sucking his dick. THIS close. She only needed a bit more prodding. Bill leaned over to Steph.

"I tell you what, Steph. I can give you the opportunity to prove me wrong. I will happily accept my own mistake if you do. How about I give you an order? I consider myself a strong man, the type that can make someone listen, and my experience with in life has proven that to be true. If you don't comply with me, then I am wrong, and I will happily step aside and admit so. If you can resist the urge to obey, resisting your inner urges, then you will have proven you are your own woman. But if you don't, then, well, I guess... I win, and I'll surely reap the rewards." Bill said with a knowing smirk.

"Fine. Whatever. Tell me to do something, you big strong man. You will find that not all women will cater to a man's will." Steph said, looking right at him, challenging the misogynist. Bill smiled. Bill knew this would be a battle this bitch would lose. Those breasts, that were so teasingly close to him, they would soon be his. His hands would get to squeeze those massive udders, and not Eli's. Bill licked his lips, savoring the flavor of the words about to leave his mouth.

"Honey..." Bill started, teasing the young wife. "Suck my dick!"

Steph burst into laughter.

"Hey!" Eli said, tensing up, putting his hand on his wife's arm. Bill watched the young wife's firm boobs jiggle as she laughed. She brushed off Eli.

"Don't worry, baby, I can handle this." Steph said, calming down her husband. She turned to Bill. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, challenging her. "Is this what this has been about? You just want to do me? Well guess what... honey..." she paused, fully facing him, sitting straight, showing off her firm body. "I know I have a good body. A great body. And an old man like you will never get to see it. Only my hubby gets to see it."

He knew she was lying. He knew that deep down, she was desperate to show off her tits to him. But, the bitch would pay for calling him old.

"Steph, we should move. There's plenty of open seats." Eli suggested.

"Don't you trust me? These are our seats. I'm not going anywhere." Steph said, her mind made up.

"You don't want to move because you want to obey. You want to get on your knees, open my pants, and bury my thick shaft down your throat." Bill said. Her eyes widened at his crass words, and then she smiled.

"Ha! You have confidence, I'll give you that. Impressive for an old guy like you." Steph said. "Yeah, and I bet you're huge too, right? Yeah, I really buy that." she said sarcastically with a laugh. "And besides, the joke's on you. I have too much pride to get on my knees and put a guy's... thing... in my mouth. Only skanks do that."

"I think that makes the joke on him, actually." Bill said, referencing Eli while not looking up from his computer.

"Eli respects me. He doesn't treat me like a whore." Steph said.

"And that's where he and I differ, I'm afraid." Bill replied. "When women get with me, they know their place. He might not treat you like a whore, but believe me, I will."

"Oh my God!" Steph said, rolling her eyes again, laughing at his ridiculousness, in awe of the depths of misogyny of this old dinosaur. It was almost impressive how much of an asshole he was.

"Trust me, babe, by the end of this, you'll be calling me 'Daddy'," Bill boldly predicted.

"Ew," Steph replied, scrunching up her nose.

"Steph, seriously, we should move. I don't want to be around this guy." Eli attempted, but his wife's pride was too strong. He should have made this call after hearing how the old man spoke about his wife, but he didn't. And at this point, she wasn't walking away. She was steadfast, wanting to remain in her seat, not wanting to back down. She was in the midst of a battle with this older man, a battle she would win.

"I can just look at you two and know how pathetic your sex life is. You want to know why that is? Because you are not listening to him in the bedroom. My women... they do what they are told. If he was getting the job done, you would respect him enough to do what he wants. You wouldn't want to risk being on the receiving end of that proper treatment. But you don't, because he doesn't care for you properly. You are an undersexed slut who is dying to get fucked properly by a real man." Bill stated.

This statement made Steph laugh again.

"Yeah, you got me." Steph said sarcastically.

"Laugh all you want, but it won't hide the truth that he can't fuck like I can. You know that, deep down. You've known that from the start. You know he doesn't get the job done. And you know I will." Bill said quietly, devilishly. Steph just shook her head and smiled, but she considered the words Bill said.

"Let's go!" Eli insisted, moving to stand.

"No!" Steph affirmed. "These are our seats. I am not gonna move just cause some pig thinks he can push me around!"

Steph was not one to be treated like a whore. And Eli did not expect that from her. He was a perfect gentleman in and out of the bedroom. He had never thrown her down and used her like a whore. Used her for his pleasure. He was a careful, considerate lover. But unfortunately, he had never made her cum. She had never cum except by her own fingers. Most of her girlfriends had the same issue. And that was fine. She loved Eli, and wouldn't want to be with any other man. 

Despite her dislike of Bill, she had to admit that she had no doubt Bill would be a different animal altogether than her Eli. He would use her like a whore. He would treat her rough... rough like she had always wanted.

Bill was right about one thing. She was very, very horny. Today could be written off as being horny due to excitement of fighting for her beliefs, not by anything Bill was doing. But in general, the old man had a point. Deep down, she wanted to have better sex. She wished there would be more variety in her sex life, her sex life with Eli. She would never cheat on him. Ever. She was SO not that type of girl. Though sometimes, she wished he could change up things. Be a bit more assertive... more controlling. But she loved him, and she could get by just fine using her fingers. The love she had for Eli made it worth it. But Bill's assumption of her sex life was accurate. She was an undersexed slut indeed, bursting to get out. 

Bill knew the type. They looked down on other girls for being sluts, when deep down they wished they had what it took to skank it up. All it took was a little cajoling before the slut side of them begins to shine through. Like with most people, it took a firm hand to get them to confront their true desires.

Eli, meanwhile, was terrified. He was not the confrontational sort, and this was the kind of situation he typically avoided, as he was trying to do here despite the government agent's slights. It was strange to be sitting next to his wife while she was being mercilessly judged by an older man. It felt strange to sit back and watch his wife get more confrontational than he ever did. But she was a spitfire. She could handle herself against this dirty old man.

So, here was a gorgeous, big-titted, undersexed wife, a dominant older man, and a husband willing to sit back and watch from the sidelines. There was only one path this was leading towards. 

"Here's what's going to happen. I am going to head to the bathroom. I'll be in there for about five minutes, I think. Feel free to join me. If you don't join me after five minutes, then I will gladly return to my seat and keep the peace for the rest of the flight." Bill said. It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Before they could react, he closed his computer, stood tall, walked by them, and walked down the empty aisle to the bathroom. The couple watched until he entered the stall. Once he did, they looked at each other. Steph laughed loudly.

"Do you believe that guy?" Steph said.

"Yeah, I know, right." Eli said, laughing nervously.

"The nerve of that guy, who does he think he is?" Steph said, nose turned up in distaste.

"I'm sorry. I let this go on too long. When you were gone before, he started to talking about you, and... it wasn't nice. He started calling you a wildcat, a piece of ass, I'm sorry, we should have moved then." Eli apologized.

"A piece of ass?" Steph asked, her reaction strange, not sure if she should feel flattered or grossed out. Despite knowing better, hearing that sent a sizzle through her. "Well, we should have seen this coming, I guess."

"You did a good job with him." Eli said, impressed by his wife. 

"Thanks. He's nothing but a gross old man." Steph said. There was a long silence, before Steph broke it. "I bet he has a small willy." she added. If Eli were drinking something, he would have choked on it. "I'm serious. I bet he's one of those guys that talk a ton of shit, but when the time comes, he comes up a bit short." Steph said.

"Steph!" Eli said, shocked at this line of thinking from his pretty young wife. She never talked this way.

"You know what, I bet I can get back at him." Steph said, looking down the aisle playfully.

"What do you mean?" Eli said.

"I bet I can prove my theory." she said, pulling out her phone. She started to stand.

"Steph! What are you thinking?" Eli said, trying to hold his wife's arm, holding her in place. 

"Hey, he started this. We'll see what happens when the shoe is on the other foot." Steph said.

"What!? Steph, he works for the NSA! If you make him mad... we might regret it." Eli said, keeping a cool head.

"He won't do anything." Steph said confidently, sure that this old guy wouldn't come after her for revenge. Despite her dislike of him, she knew he was a player. He knew the game well. And she knew he would respect this play of hers. 

Steph pulled her arm from her husband's grasp and walked towards the bathroom. She told herself she wanted to embarrass this guy and take a picture of his tiny dick. It wasn't like she secretly suspected he was packing serious heat, and wanted an excuse to take a quick glimpse of his massive meat, to see what he was working with before deciding what to do next. 

At least that's what she told herself.

She reached the stall and put her hand on the knob. She looked at her husband, trying to stop her giggling. Eli nervously watched this happening, knowing this was extremely out of character of her. He didn't want her to do this, but she would not be denied. Eli watched her rip the door open. The open door to the bathroom was now between the married couple, blocking Eli's view of her. Eli was worried when the door didn't slam shut quickly. It stayed wide open.




Hipster Chicks Love Big Dicks



And there was a very good reason for that. Because Bill's cock was hanging out of his pants, having just finished his business, and it was in full view of the busty young wife. And it was truly a cock. A big, fat, hard COCK! Ten hard, thick inches of meaty dick. Steph couldn't take her eyes off of it. It was absolutely massive! She couldn't help but study it, her wide eyes hungrily gazing over every inch. It was hanging between his legs, his full, heavy balls hanging below in his smooth scrotum. She had taken a picture of his cock as soon as she opened the door, reflexively, as if on instinct. As if, deep down, she wanted a permanent record of this massive cock. She had intended to open and shut the door quickly, but she was staring, hypnotized.

"You like?" Bill said. She didn't say anything. Almost imperceptibly, she nodded. Only a keen eye would notice, a keen eye possessed by Bill. The hook had been successfully baited, and now it was simply a matter of reeling her in. 

"You can come in if you want?" Bill offered, letting his cock hang out in the open air, inviting her into close proximity to his massive weapon.

Eli watched, waiting for his wife to appear. His mind flashed on the image of the door shutting and his wife being gone, having entered the bathroom. But that was a ridiculous line of thinking. But still, he was nervous as he watched the door begin to shut. And with great relief, his wife was still there, having not entered the bathroom, having shut the door on Bill's face. He looked at Steph, expecting her to be proud of herself, but she looked like she had seen a ghost. She walked in a daze back to her seat, and didn't say a word. 

"What? What happened?" Eli said, taking his wife's hand.

"Nothing. He... nothing." Steph said, staring forward, as pale as a sheet.

"Steph, what..." he started, before Bill returned, interrupting their conversation, facing them momentarily before taking his seat, allowing the wife to take a good look at his massive bulge. And she did. Her eyes couldn't pull themselves from the sizable bulge inches from her face. Her nose detected the animal scent pulsing from the older man's sizable meat, sending a thrill through her. The seed had been planted, and it was quickly taking root in her mind. And, if things kept going this way, his seed would soon be planted in much more pleasurable places. He glanced at the sexy young wife and smiled smugly. 

Steph could not get the image of that cock out of her mind. It was huge! She had never seen a cock that big! She didn't know they made cocks that size! But Bill had one, and it was pretty amazing. The smooth skin covering the rock hard meat. The thick shaft, pulsing with desire. The skin covering it was so smooth and perfect. The big, prominent tip, almost too big to fit inside a girl. Almost, but it would fit, it so would, even in the tightest of pussies. It was made for that very purpose. It was the type of cock a girl would make fit or die trying. The type of cock a girl goes nuts over. And there was no doubt it would feel SO good.

Steph was partially tempted to pull her phone out of her pocket and stare at the pic she had 'accidently' taken. She was telling herself she wanted to look at it one more time, study it fully so she didn't have any unanswered questions. So she wouldn't have to think about it anymore. God, she did want to take another look, but she knew how wrong that was. In fact, she should just delete that nasty image out of her phone right this minute and remove the temptation. Either that, or make it her phone's permanent background photo so she could look at it all the time. No, no, no! She couldn't. She couldn't look at that photo again. If she did that, then that would mean that Bill had the advantage. No, she couldn't have that. Ever. No way, no how.

Seconds later, Steph's phone was in her hand, Bill's cock exposed to her eyes again.

Steph made sure neither of the men next to her could she was up to, and when she verified she was in the clear, she allowed herself to gawk at the older man's weapon on her phone. She couldn't get over it. It was so big, and knowing that that a dick that big was hard because of her, that prime specimen of male genitalia was throbbing because of her... it filled her with a strange pride. It just seemed so powerful... so masculine... masculine in a way her husband had never been able to achieve.

She loved her husband's sensitive side. She loved that he wasn't this stereotypical meathead. That he didn't want or crave the things that other men seemed hardwired to want or need. But Bill... he was pure man. He was all man. He had the body of a man, the desires of a man, the confidence of a man, the power of a man. And, most importantly, the big, fat, meaty cock of a real man. 

Steph quickly stashed away her phone and shook her head, trying to clear away these crazy thoughts. She was telling herself it didn't matter. Sure, this older guy had a gigantic cock. But he was still an asshole. A fucking asshole with a giant, sexy cock, made for fucking. Steph knew now that this guy was not bullshitting. He could handle himself in the bedroom, no doubt. With a cock that big it would be hard not to be good at sex. 

Steph examined this line of thought. Why did she just immediately come to the conclusion that just because he had a big cock he was a master at sex? Did she believe that good sex required big cock? Whenever she had discussed dick size with her friends, they had always expressed doubt about how a really big cock would feel. Most seemed to feel that there was such a thing as too big, and that most girls were not built to handle a huge cock. Most of them thought it would be painful. Most were fine with an average sized penis. But Steph, she kept thinking about this conversation. And she had to wonder why. Why did this discussion resound so deeply within her? Why did she keep thinking about dick size? Was it possible that she still wondered how good a big dick could be? Why did she seem to think that there was no such thing as a cock being too big? Was it possible that deep down, Steph was a size queen? To Bill, the answer was clear.

Yes. Yes she was.

Steph had never been the type of girl controlled by sexual desires. Sure, she liked sex, but she didn't depend on it. Eli was nothing incredible in the sack, his five and a half inch dick never fully satisfying her, never doing the trick. Steph had never had the life changing sexual experience that some had advertised. For a while, Steph thought she just wasn't built that way, because she would never get in the mood as much as Eli would. But eventually, she realized she had these deep, dark urges, urges that weren't being satisfied and would occasionally rise to the surface. So it became clear to her that her husband just wasn't doing the trick in inspiring the kind of feelings she needed. But honestly, she was willing to let that slide. Sex wasn't everything, and other than these occasional pangs of vague, deep-seeded sexual urges, sex didn't play a huge role in her life. Her slightly uninspiring sex life was never really that big of an issue for her, all things considered. She loved Eli and she loved her marriage and she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. But sometimes, her mind would occasionally wonder as to what she might be missing out on. Love and marriage is great and all, but sometimes, a girl just wants to get fucked, you know? 

She did her best to control these wild thoughts and most of the time, when they flared up, she successfully kept her urges under control. That is what made this situation so unusual. She only rarely got really sexually charged. But sitting here, now, after seeing Bill's giant cock, her pussy was sopping wet and her nipples were rock hard. She hadn't been this horny in a long time. Despite her feelings about Bill, she was turned on by him. Very turned on by him. By his words. By his confidence. By his big cock. 

Steph suddenly realized she was very attracted to Bill.

He had resumed his work on his laptop, not paying the wife any attention. Steph glanced over at him, and she had to admit, despite the fact that he was old enough to be her father, he was kinda hot. Kinda really hot. He clearly worked out and was in great shape. Plus, he looked like a rugged, tough man, the type of man that would easily be a success with women.

Bill could read this bitch like a book. She talked a big game, but now that she had seen what he had to offer, she was putty in his hands. Bill knew this type of girl well. They talked big, but in fact had low self-esteem. Because of this, she became the girl the man she was interested in wanted. Eli was into hipster girls, so that is what she became. And she was now interested in Bill, and that fat cock of his. So to get his attention, she would have to be the type of girl he wanted. 

She would just have to become a whore.

He was living up to his end of the bargain by not conversing with the happy couple. But Steph was not content to let sleeping dogs lie. Things had gone too far to just stop. She turned to face this brute of a man, this man she was beginning to be very impressed by. He just had giant balls, literally and figuratively. To hit on a married woman so brazenly. A married woman so much younger than him, right next to her husband. His confidence was remarkable. That level of confidence was very sexy. Her submissiveness was beginning to shine through big time. Real, true independent women always expected victory. But Steph, deep down, her mind was pulling for her to lose. She wanted to lose. To be defeated. To be successfully seduced by this handsome stranger. 

She was rooting for him for that thick meat she had gazed lustfully upon earlier to end up balls deep inside of her tight, dripping, married cunt. And if things kept going this way, she would be getting her wish.

She turned to face Bill fully, subconsciously pushing her chest out, begging him to appreciate her large, bouncy breasts under her tight t-shirt. 

"You have no shame, do you?" Steph asked, biting her lip. Bill's gaze turned to her, first looking at her jutting rack for a few moments, letting his eyes stay there for far too long before meeting her gaze. This blatant act, which would have revolted her only an hour before, now it only made her smile. 

"What do you mean?" he said. He looked at her face. Her cheeks were blushed, her nostrils were flaring, and her mouth was open. She was begging for it.

"You think just cause you have a big dick, you can do whatever you want? You think you can get away with hitting on a married woman?" Steph asked.

"Wait, what?" Eli said, stunned by the new information that Bill had a huge dick. But Steph did not react to his words. All her attention was on Bill. 

"You would be amazed with what I could get away with." Bill said arrogantly, reaching forward with both hands in an attempt to cup both of Steph's giant breasts. 

"Ah ah ah." Steph said, grabbing his wrists in her soft hands. 

"It was worth a shot." Bill joked, causing Steph to giggle, making her boobs jiggle, causing Bill to stare. Why was she suddenly giggling at this man, Eli wondered?

"Keep dreaming, bub." Steph said she guided Bill's hands back to his sides. "These are the property of my husband and him alone. Only his hands get to touch."

"Ha! His property? Do you where these hands have been?" Bill asked, holding up his rough, calloused hands. "These hands have been to war. These hands have killed. I have felt the last breaths leave the throat of the enemy. These hands have served our country day after day. These hands have won me accommodation after accommodation. These hands have shook hands with five different presidents. These are the hands that want to squeeze your tits. These are the hands that should get to squeeze those tits! And I would do a lot more than squeeze. I would do more than fill my hands with their succulent flesh. I would slap them. Pinch them. Make them red and swollen. I would wrap them around my cock as I fucked them. I would cum all over them. I would defile them. I would own them. I would make them my property." he finished, speaking intensely, his smooth, weathered voice like silk.

"Jesus..." Steph said, taken aback.

"Okay guys..." Eli started, trying again to play peacemaker, not knowing the old dog of war he was dealing with would never play nice. "This has gone far enough. This... game is getting over the line."

"Of course, son." Bill said, returning to his laptop. "I wouldn't want to intrude." 

"Huh, yeah, I think you began to intrude when you told my wife to suck your dick." Eli said, angrily. 

"She started this. I simply wanted a peaceful flight." Bill began.

"Hey, I was just making conversation..." Steph began, justifying herself to her husband.

"Well, let's just drop it. Okay?" Elis said. Bill didn't respond, so Eli took that as an agreement to his statement. Steph got a bit huffy and crossed her arms under her chest and sat back in her seat. 

Silence fell over the three, a tense silence as the flight continued onward. Even though she was silent, Steph's mind kept racing. Why did she keep pushing it? Why did she continue this conversation with this dirty old man? Something kept telling her to keep pushing this sexy older guy's buttons. Something kept telling her to play this game with him. Surely, it wasn't his gigantic, meaty, suckable cock. It was just... this whole thing was just oddly thrilling to her. To be so desired, so wanted, so nakedly lusted after, well... it was nice to feel attractive. It confirmed to her that men wanted her, even men old enough to be her dad, even dirty old perverts. Though it grossed her out a bit, it did feel kinda nice to feel hot.

She glanced over at Bill to see him sit back, ever relaxed, close his eyes and attempt to rest. How could he be so calm, so relaxed, after everything he just did? How could he go from aggressively hitting on her to resting comfortably? Her mind was in turmoil, but he was calm. He must have ice water in his veins. A real cold-hearted bastard. He must have been a great warrior. To be so calm while causing chaos all around. If he was so calm now, she had to think the beast in him emerged only under the right... motivation.

As soon as the couple noticed that Bill had fallen asleep, they began a hushed conversation.

"What are you doing?" Eli asked. 

"Eli, it's nothing. He's just a gross old guy." Steph said.

"Why do you keep toying with him?" Eli replied.

"I don't know. I just got a bit carried away." Steph replied, not being fully able to explain why she was doing what she was doing.

"Why... is it..." Eli began, pausing for a moment, not believing he was about to say what it was he was about to say. "Is it because he has a big dick?"

"Eli... what kind of girl do you think I am?" Steph asked, hurt.

"I know the woman I married, but... I've never seen you act like this." Eli said.

"It's just... I don't know. This is all so strange for me. I just got a little caught up in the moment. I'm sorry." Steph said apologetically.

"Steph, we should move." Eli said insistently. Insistently, but not forceful. Trying to be tough, but not pressing the issue, leaving the choice in her hands. And she was too proud to give in. To admit that Bill was too big... too much to handle.

"No, it'll be fine. He's asleep anyway." Steph said. Eli never was the type to tell his wife what to do, to be forceful. He admired her independence too much. It was this quality that prevented him from forcing his wife away from this beast of a man. 

This would be his downfall.

"Just don't talk to this man anymore." Eli said.

"Yeah. Of course." Steph said, nodding shamefully at her husband due to her odd behavior.

They sat in silence for awhile, Eli and Steph in internal turmoil while Bill rested peacefully. Once Eli saw that Bill was really asleep and not faking it, he sat up and retreated to the restroom. As soon as the door clicked shut, Bill awoke, as if on cue.

"So... how's your sex life?" Bill asked, smiling smugly, looking like the arrogant asshole he was. Steph glanced sheepishly at him, rolled her eyes, and looked away.

"I'm not supposed to be talking to you." Steph mumbled, not daring to look at him. 

"Finally, that boy trying to insist on some control over you. I thought you were the type that couldn't be controlled, but... I guess I was wrong." Bill said.

"I'm... not being controlled." Steph replied. 

"Well, earlier, you were happy to be talking to me. You were loving it. Now, he insists on controlling you, and you seem so down." Bill replied, grinning knowingly.

"I'm not being controlled." Steph said, more insistently.

"Then answer the question. How well does Eli fuck you?" Bill said, staring the young wife down.

"I... uh..." Steph stammered, not knowing how to reply.

"Does he fuck you hard?" Bill asked. Steph just looked at him.

"Does he take you in every hole?" Bill continued, more persistently, pressuring young, sweet Steph. 

"Does he cover you in creamy cum day after day?"

"Does he fill your cunt with warm cum?"

"Does he claim each part of your body as his own?"

"Does he rock your world?"

"Can he even make you cum?"

"No!" Steph screamed out. "Okay. Just... shut up. No! Our sex life isn't the best. Just shut up about it okay?" Steph replied, hushed and angry. 

"There! Isn't that better?" Bill said with a smile, like a proud father.

"Just be quiet!" Steph said, terrified her husband would catch her talking with Bill again. 

"So you wished you were getting fucked a bit harder, right?" Bill asked with a smug smile. Steph couldn't bring herself to answer. She just looked down at the floor, her silence giving Bill all the answer he wanted. He continued his verbal beat down of the hypocritical wife. "Don't worry, you're not alone. Trust me, I know firsthand. There are a lot of young, sexy wives like yourself who just aren't getting it at home the way they need. They suddenly realize the type of guy they marry is very different from the guy that can satisfy them the way they crave." he finished. Steph turned away, so Bill kept pressing.

"You want Eli to fuck you the way I would, don't you?"

"You're not happy with him, are you?"

"You've thought about cheating on him, haven't you?"

"You wanted to slip off these bulky clothes, slip on a tight, slutty dress, take off your bra, and go hunting for big cock?"

"You want to be a little whore, don't you?"

"You want to be my whore, don't you?"

Steph looked up, her big, expressive eyes shining behind her black-rimmed glasses, staring into his, her big, fat nipples rock hard. Steph was in turmoil. Why was she not fighting back? Why was this tough old misogynist, the antithesis of everything she believed in, turning her on? Why was her pussy sopping wet? She had never met a man like this. So rough. So aggressive. So dominant. So mean. Such an asshole. She liked sweet guys, with a unique sense of style. Guys who weren't afraid to be sensitive, to cry at sappy movies, to listen to slow music. Not an old, pervy government worker. Not a cog of the system. A part of the corrupt and bloated government she so despised. Yet somehow, this guy was affecting her. Despite all instincts telling her otherwise, despite him being so rough, so arrogant, so misogynistic, so against everything she valued, she found herself very attracted to this brute of a man. 

Sure, she was turned on, but she didn't want to cheat. She loved Eli, dearly. She loved him more than anything. He was her husband. She wasn't gonna cheat on him just for some no-doubt great sex. This asshole was brow beating her, defeating her like she had never been defeated before. She was on the debate team in high school. She had participated in countless protests and boycotts, so she knew how to take care of herself in an argument. Yet, this asshole was beating her. But Steph was too stubborn to admit defeat. Steph was too spirited to give up. It was time to fight back. Turn the tables on this old man and beat him at his own game. 




Hipster Chicks Love Big Dicks



She sat up straight and tossed her hair over her shoulder, turning on her seductive charm, a side of her few got to see. She looked straight at Bill. She glanced towards the bathrooms to verify Eli was still there, and she began to speak.

"You're right." Steph began, her voice breathy as she leaned close to Bill, "I am a little slut. I desperately want to get fucked, really fucking hard. I want to get all hot and sweaty as much as possible. And Eli... he doesn't make me cum. He has never made me cum. No man has ever made me cum."

"Honey, I'd make you moan." Bill said quietly, huskily.

"Mmmm, I bet you would. I know my body is hot. My tits are huge. 34DD's. And trust me, they are really perfect. My nipples are always hard, cause I'm always so fucking horny. I'm horny right now. I have trouble hiding how horny I am. I always wear slutty underwear. All natural fibers of course. No animals harmed. That fabric, grown from Mother Earth, makes up the fabric of the thong running up the crack of my ass." Steph continued.

"Bitch, you want it bad." Bill growled, moving closer, his face within a foot of Steph's.

"I do. I really do. That's why, when I go home, I'm gonna pull my husband into bed, and let him give me his best. Cause I'd rather make love to my husband than let an asshole like you get a crack at this body." Steph said, her tone changing from lusty to going on the attack. "I'll get more pleasure making love to the man I love than having raw animal sex with a guy like you. Sure, you have a big dick. Sure, you're kinda hot, for an old guy. But you will never get my body, so quit trying. You're dick will never feel my warm... wet... tight... pussy. My soft lips. My tight throat. My big, soft tits. My virgin ass, that's desperate to get fucked by a real cock. You don't have a shot with me, so give up. You're embarrassing yourself." Steph said, smiling smugly, telling herself that the words she told this old guy were just an act and not in fact the truth.

Bill smiled, almost proudly, at this speech. His cock was like iron at this point. This woman was really something special. He would love fucking her. She was more than just a repressed slut. She had potential to be a top-tier Grade-A whore. He knew this bitch would be one hell of a fuck. She would fuck hard. Despite her hippy, kinda nerdy exterior, she truly would be a wildcat in the sack. Few women fought back like she did. It would make all the more sweet when he would make her cum at the end of his cock and she promised her pussy to him forever.

He smiled, enjoying the game they were playing, as he spied Eli emerge from the restroom. He returned to his laptop, resuming his work as Eli sat down. Steph smiled at him as he looked worried about the fact that Bill was once again awake. Steph took his hand in hers, assuring him that their love was winning out.

Bill was getting impatient. His cock was throbbing and he needed release, preferably into the pussy of this hot young slut. It was time to move this game forward. 

"Let me make an argument," Bill began.

"Dude, stop. We don't want to talk anymore," Eli said, trying to be forceful.

"Be quiet, boy!" Bill growled angrily, threatening Eli for the first time.

"Okay. We're moving," Eli said, beginning to stand, guiding Steph to her feet. He was startled by a hand on his shoulders.

"Guys, I'm gonna have to ask you to put your seatbelts on. We are about to pass through some bad weather." the stewardess said with a friendly smile.

"Uh, I have to move. We have to move," Eli said.

"I'm sorry, you will have to wait a few minutes." the stewardess insisted. Eli plopped into his seat angrily. 

"Ah, fate is too kind. I get to make my argument after all." Bill began. Eli was a little afraid to stop him, so he let the old guy speak.

"Your type... you 'hipsters'... I've come across quite a few of you in my time. You are all about going down the path less traveled. About doing things that no one could predict. About being ironic," Bill began, speaking like a guy who loved the sound of his own voice. "But you guys always end up with each other. Hipster girls end up with hipster guys, to the point where it's as if they are just fulfilling a role. Fulfilling a quota. You never see hipsters with actual professionals. Hipster guys with professional women. Hipster girls with businessmen, or CEOs, or government workers. You could make the argument that a true hipster would not be a hipster." Bill postulated, both Eli and Steph paying close attention.

"A true hipster would not comply with other hipsters. A true hipster, a real, independent person, a free thinker, would buck the trend. A truly independent thinker, a real hipster, would be free from the expectations that being a hipster brings along. You should not feel bound to end up with someone like you because it's the thing to do. That's idiotic. Only a moron would do that. A true hipster should do the opposite. A true hipster should end up with someone completely different. Take you, for example, Steph. If your goal is to be unpredictable, unreadable, the solution is simple. You rail against 'the Man' so much that... the truly ironic, the true hipster thing to do, would be to go home and get railed by 'the Man'. Get fucked by the strong arm of the government you hate so much. Cum on the hard cock of the law! Only then will you be the true hipster you fancy yourself as." Bill said.

"Dude... screw off." Eli said, laughing off this criticism of him and his wife's way of life. He looked at Steph, and there was a pause before she smiled in annoyance at this dinosaur of a man. Even though he was railing against their way of life, Steph had to admit there were some logical points made by Bill. Steph did fancy herself independent. A free thinker. A strong woman. But all girls like her did end up with guys like Eli. They never considered men like Bill. So, she would be truly unique if she ended up with a guy like Bill. If she were to play the role of the housewife, the doting submissive wife who does everything to please her man, ironically of course. Knowing this line of thought was so retro, so outdated. A woman who greets her man at the door with a kiss on the cheek, dinner on the table, and a glass of scotch for him to drink. A woman who makes sure her man's belly is full, his muscles are relaxed, and his balls are empty. A woman who slips off her clothing, exposing the filthy lingerie underneath. A woman who makes sure her man spends his evenings in the bedroom with her and offers up her body and all of her holes for his pleasure. A woman who puts her man's pleasure above hers, and makes sure his big cock is taken care of, and she can only thank him for the many orgasms she has in the process. And all of this would be ironic, of course. A knowing wink to the truth. But, this was nothing serious. Just a hypothesis. It wasn't like she really just wanted to be a housewife who spends most of her day trying to think of ways to pleasure her man's great big cock. Obviously.

"Okay, Eli. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm misreading things. Maybe you two do in fact have a great sex life. Maybe you do fuck your wife properly. Maybe you two are wilder than I thought. Maybe you are naughty in the way she needs to be." Bill began.

"Eli," Steph began, smiling naughtily at her husband. "I have an idea." she said, leaning in close to her husband. "It's obvious that Bill here thinks he's more of a man than you are. He thinks being a big, strong government worker makes him a real man. He doesn't understand that a girl like me doesn't need a man like him, cause he's not a real man. He's a pig. Let's show him that our love is strong. That a girl like me only wants a guy like you. A true man. Let's get really naughty. The bathroom is open. Let's show him what he'll never have. What he'll never get."

"Steph, we're stuck in our seats. The stewardess said..." Eli began.

"So? Don't be such a square. Let's sneak off. Let's get wild." Steph suggested, still full of energy, her boobs jiggling, catching her husband's eye. He looked at Bill smugly, knowing he had something Bill would never have. He nodded. 

"I'm gonna sneak off first, honey. And then..." she began, speaking to both of the men. "A real man is gonna join me. A real man is going to pleasure me. A real man is gonna make my screams reverberate throughout the plane." Steph said, smugly. Smiling, she glanced around and verified the path was clear. Before anyone noticed, she quickly sneaked down the aisle and bounded into the restroom.

Bill smiled. A real man was about to join her. He knew this was Steph leaving her options open. She wanted to get fucked by him, that much was obvious. But she couldn't cross that line. So she put the choice onto her husband. She was forcing Eli to stand up and declare himself a real man and to claim her, while leaving her options open with Bill, leaving him an opening to have a crack at her. Little did she know that Bill had a plan. Little did she know that Bill was the only real man here.

It was a cold cunning plan from a supposedly sweet girl. She was testing her husband's manhood. Would he be a real man and go fuck his wife and rub it in Bill's face, or would he crumble beneath the will of this government agent? It was up to Eli, and if Bill's plan worked, Steph's efforts to have her husband prove himself as a real man would fail miserably.

Eli glanced around, checking that the coast was clear. This was way beyond anything he had ever done, but he had to, didn't he? He didn't have a choice. As he undid his seatbelt and began to stand, Bill grabbed him by the wrist.

"Not so fast, my boy." Bill began. He spun his laptop around, exposing the video footage on the screen. Eli glanced at it. He was seeing familiar images.

"Hey! Is that my house?" Eli asked, seeing the camera exploring his house.

"Absolutely. I have connections, more connections than you will ever know. I have a guy in your house as we speak. And we found your little secret. That little pot farm in your basement. That's illegal, you know?" Bill asked, watching Eli's expression drop.

"Well, okay, yeah, I guess, but... it's just pot." Eli stammered. "I mean the government's finally starting to come around that pot's not so bad, so..." 

"Well, it is still a crime, despite what you think. And besides..." Bill began, leaning towards the young man, "If the authorities raid your place, do you seriously expect that pot is all they'll find? Do you think that with all the work I've put into this, I would leave it up to chance? I know a lot of people in the underground. Rest assured, if I have the authorities take a look around your place, they'll find something there that will put you away for a very, very long time."

Bill let this threat hang as Eli began to feel the weight of it.

"So here's your dilemma," Bill began, "You can take your medicine for your crime, for all the illegal contraband in your house, let your secrets get exposed, and go to jail. But what you have to ask yourself is this: do you think that wife of yours will stick around while you're away? Do you have enough faith in your wife where you believe she'll be there when you get out? That she wouldn't shack up with someone else? You know the truth, don't you? You've seen it today. You saw how your wife reacted to me. You know your wife is a hot piece of ass, and if you think there aren't more men waiting to scoop her up in your absence, you're kidding yourself. If you go to jail, you know that you'll lose her forever, probably to me. She'll be getting fucked by huge dick as soon as you're taken away and you'll be alone. And if you go over there and bang your wife, sure, it'll be a pleasure, but it'll be one last goodbye fuck, cause I will have all this time alone here, and I will just have to expose your crimes. I am a man of the government, after all."

Eli watched with a stunned silence.

"But, I am an agreeable man, so I will offer you a way out. All I will ask is that you stay seated, tucked in tight, like a good little boy, and let the men do their work. You stay there, and I will be the one to join your wife. Now, if she turns me away, then you both win, and your little secret will stay with me. And if she doesn't turn me away, well... then... we all win." Bill said with a laugh. 

"You can't do this. Someone in my house? Planting evidence? This is all illegal!" Eli said, panicking, feeling his whole world swiftly falling apart.

"True. But, if you don't believe I am well connected, that I could practically get away with anything, well then, son, you are truly mistaken." Bill added.

Eli felt the walls closing in on him. He was trapped. He could bite the bullet and pay for his crime, but he might lose his wife forever. Bill was right. He loved Steph and trusted her, but with the way she reacted to Bill, he knew that despite her loyalty, if he was out of the picture, some guy would finagle himself balls deep into her tight snatch. But, if he let Bill have his way, if he ceded this mile high sex session with his sexy wife to this asshole of an older man then he would save himself and maybe his marriage. But Bill would get to have his jollies with his sexy wife.

Wait, why did he think Bill would succeed? No, he had to have faith in his wife. She could just say no. She could fight back. Even though she seemed more susceptible to Bill's charms than he would have thought, she was still totally loyal to him. She was still his wife, and that meant something to people like them. She would fight back, she would stay loyal. She would resist this prick's charms. It was their marriage's only hope. Everything was riding on Steph. He had failed as a husband. It was her job as a loyal wife to save their marriage.

Eli's head sagged, his decision wordlessly made. Bill smiled and began to stand. 

"You made the right call, boy. It's not your fault, really," Bill told the younger man, patting him on the shoulder, like a father reassuring his misguided son. "This is why the government always wins. We're too strong. Too powerful. Too far-reaching. Too organized. A well oiled machine. This is why people like you, outliers and dissidents, always lose. That is why we aren't even bothered by guys like you. You are literally a joke in the eyes of the government. The only effect you guys have on the world is causing traffic jams. You don't affect us in any negative way. We don't even think of you. We're too busy doing men's work. You only do what you do to impress women, but you know what impresses women even more? Big dick. They all love it. Give these girls a choice, between protesting or inhaling a massive cock, I could tell you from personal experience which one they'd choose, buddy. That's why we actually love your protests. All you're doing is helping guys like me get laid. Bringing all those pieces of ass to our doorstep. They act tough around you guys, but when they meet us they forget all about their little protests. Those months of organization, weeks of work, and all your doing is helping guys like me get their balls drained by young hotties. How does that make you feel, huh? That's got to sting, right?"

"I appreciate you giving up your wife. The young filly you have needs more than what you can give her. Luckily, I'm the man for the job. I'll show her the true 'well oiled machine' of the government, and the power it has. Night after night. Cause she will be mine." Bill said, confidently, straightening his coat. Eli couldn't watch, but he had to.

With a cocky stride, Bill walked down the aisle, passing Eli, unworried at getting in trouble with a stewardess. Bill walked towards the bathroom, where Eli's wife was waiting. Eli could only hope Steph could save their marriage, cause at this point, his hands were tied. Bill smiled smugly at Eli, reached forward, and opened the door.

Standing inside, waiting impatiently, was Steph. She looked up at Bill, with her big doe eyes.

"Oh no." Steph said softly, immediately knowing her fate. Knowing Eli had left her on her own. Despite her reservations, despite her hesitance, she just knew how this was gonna end. She knew she was about to be sweet-talked into doing some VERY bad things. She knew deep down whose dick her tight married pussy would soon be stretched around. She knew her hot ass was about to be tapped. 

Before she could say anything, Bill shut the door behind him, trapping the two in the cozy bathroom.

"What did you do to Eli?" Steph asked, suspecting the government agent of wrongdoing. 

"He is sitting in his seat, waiting patiently. We had a discussion, and we both agreed that it would be for the best if I took his place. If I joined you instead of him. Real tough guy you've got there." Bill remarked.

"Bullshit!" Steph said, her fire still burning. Even though she could see her destiny clearly, that doesn't mean all the fight was out of her. Not yet, anyway.

"Why are you so mad, honey? We all know that even though you were asking for him, you were rooting for me," the 50-year-old said smugly.

"Just... move so I can leave." Steph asked impatiently, trying to get around him, but Bill did not budge. In fact, he stepped forward, forcing the young married woman back, forcing her to sit on the closed seat of the toilet. The bathroom was decently big for an airplane bathroom, big enough for the two to fit in. Big enough for the inevitable sex the two would soon be having, if Bill got his way.

"Now, I'm not the type of guy to force a woman into something she doesn't want to. But, I need to show you something so you can truly make an... informed... decision." Bill said confidently, looking down at the beautiful young wife. With that, Steph heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Steph tried pulling back, but she was unable to look away. Like someone removing a snake from a cage, Bill reached down and scooped his beefy cock out of his pants, exposing himself to the young hottie in front of him.

"Oh my God!" Steph gasped, his cock looking even bigger than her previous glimpse. 

Bill's ten-inch beast of a cock was now inches from Steph's face. Steph's eyes crossed as she gazed down the length of it, studying every nook and crevice. If she couldn't resist the lure of a mere photo of his weapon, she didn't stand a chance with it poised directly in front of her. Her eyes were locked on the older man's cock, and they weren't going anywhere. It was smooth, like a young guy's cock would be. But there were some lines and marks, showing it had gone through some real battles. It was clear this cock had not gone unused, not that she had any doubts. This cock had seen a lot of action. This perfect fucking cock... ten inches of meaty, soda-can-thick dick, pulsing with blood, with swollen veins and extremely large, round balls.

This was so wrong. No fifty-year-old man should have a chance with someone like her, a young babe, a married woman, stacked but innocent, sexy yet nice, in the prime of her life. An old guy like him shouldn't be so bold to assume he's got a shot with a woman like her. But he did, and that kind of confidence was irresistible. A bold arrogant, asshole like Bill knew how to make progress with women. Sure, his methods never led him to a fulfilling, loving relationship with a woman, but his methods did get him laid. A lot. And that was all a man like him needed. He could read women like a book. And he knew he was going to get in this girl's pants from the very start.

Like any good warrior, Bill knew Steph's pussy was his for the taking.

Steph was silent, and Bill watched how awed she was by being in such close proximity with his enormous cock. She chewed on her lower lip, the lust clear in her expressive eyes. Her nipples were throbbing underneath her top, and as she gasped a few panicked breaths, her mammoth breasts were being pushed out, bursting to escape her tight t-shirt, eager to be exposed to the scheming government agent. He knew this bitch thought she was such an enlightened, educated, informed woman, but she had been stripped of that. All she was now was a drooling, submissive size-queen bending to the will of a strong man.




Hipster Chicks Love Big Dicks



"Look at it, bitch!" He growled, not hiding behind his fatherly veneer. He was cold and calculating, putting this uppity woman in her place. "Study it. Learn every nook and cranny of it, because you will be getting to know every inch of it very well." Bill whispered. Steph didn't even notice or object to how casually he used the word bitch around her. Which was good, cause it would probably not be the last time Bill would call her that. 

"How big is it?" Steph whispered, eyes wide behind her hipster glasses, her nipples throbbing beneath her tight top.

"Ten and a quarter inches. Ten and a half on a good day." Bill said. Steph was awed by this dick. Awed and terrified. There was no way she could get by this sexy older man without at the very least brushing into his dick. It was inevitable that his cock would contact her young hot body in some way, and that sent a chill through her. A chill that made her pussy very wet. 

"He shouldn't have left you to me, you know that," Bill started. "What kind of man is that, to leave his lovely wife at the mercy of another man? What kind of man just gives up his wife like that? What kind of man leaves his wife on her own, especially to an asshole like me? Leaves her to the wolves to save his own ass? A strong woman... an independent woman would not take that lying down. A real adult woman would not let her husband get away with that bullshit. A good, loyal wife would make her man pay for selling her out so callously."

Steph stared up at the government agent, the man she despised, but at that moment, it wasn't him she was furious with. It was Eli. Eli let this old man get to her. Eli left her to this fate. He wasn't fighting back, defending her honor. Even though she was the type of woman who could normally care for herself, she had never felt more like a damsel in distress as she did in this moment, and her Prince Charming was running the other way. He wasn't beating at the door, trying to free his wife. He was probably still in his seat, with his thumb up his ass. He surrendered his wife's ass to another man without a fight. Bill was right. What kind of husband does that? That kind of act cannot go unpunished. Steph would have to make him regret it.

And Steph knew, deep down, she was about to surrender her ass to this man. Oh, she would surrender it to him. At this point, he had SO earned it. 

"You can really make him pay. And you know how to make him pay. You know what to do. You know what you want to do. You want it. I want it. And clearly, Eli is willing to let you do it. So I ask you, what's stopping you?" Bill asked, his voice fatherly once again, enflaming the embers in the wife's head like a maestro.

"I'm married." Steph whispered, fingers toying with her ring, her vows preventing her from fully giving in yet. "I vowed to keep myself for him, only."

"And he vowed to protect you. Protect you from things like this. From men like me. But here we are." Bill spat out. "If he is willing to throw away his vows, why can't you do the same? Are you some dumb, pushover of a wife who lets her man get away with whatever he likes? Does he keep you in the kitchen so you don't ask any questions? I thought you were a strong woman. A proud woman." 

Steph looked up at him with her big eyes, emotional, not sure what to do. Bill had effectively and succinctly torn apart her marriage, the thing she drew the most strength from. Eli was her best friend. Her sweetheart. Her true love. The man she went to with all of her troubles. But he had abandoned her. Left her to defend herself. Sold her out. He left her to this, sitting here with another man's huge cock pointed right at her face. She didn't know what to do. There were so many swirling emotions. Swirling desires. She couldn't decide what to do. Should she run away, or should she suck it down to the root? If only she had someone to help her out. To ask what she should do. To guide her, guide her scattered mind. She looked so fraught. So beaten down.

For a guy who thought so little of women, Bill was not surprised by this reaction. Sure, this girl was a spitfire, but she was emotionally weak. Okay, she was 'well-informed', but Bill thought she was kinda dumb. But then again any woman who didn't want his giant cock was dumb to him. Any girl who thought her purpose was to do anything besides be a willing whore for his huge dick was dumb to him. But even to a heartless bastard like him, looking into her big, expressive eyes almost made him feel bad for taking advantage of her naivety. It almost made Bill feel bad for having his giant dick inches from her cute mouth, poised to fuck her roughly.

Almost. 

"I know what you should do. I know what you need to do." Bill said, his voice silky smooth, like the devil on her shoulder, corrupting her.

"You do?" Steph asked, like the inexperienced girl she was. Unknowingly, in her kneeling position, she was maintaining perfect posture, pushing out her enormous jugs towards the evil man, begging for his approval. 

"Yes, I do, sweetie. I know you want to be a whore. Desperately. You're built for it. I mean, look at those tits! You're meant for it. You wish you had to the guts... the courage to show everyone that you are a true slut. You hide under these bulky coverings, but you know you're a true slut underneath. But you're so afraid, so ashamed to admit it. You've sacrificed so much to be such an independent, well-liked girl. You fill your head full of knowledge and worries that are, quite frankly, too big to worry your hot little self about. You do this to fit in, to seem smart and knowledgeable. You are terrified to show everyone the stupid slut you really are. You look down on whores, on slutty women, but you're exactly the same as them. A filthy little cock slut. At the end of the day, while you're at protests wasting your time, trying to act smart, those girls you look down at are moaning their heads off with screaming orgasms as they get fucked by men like me." Bill said. Steph looked up at him, mouth unknowingly agape as she listened to him cutting her apart.

"You've sacrificed so much, dear, just so people don't see the slut you really are. You waste time at these silly protests and you saddled yourself with a pathetic boy like him. Just think of what you've missed out on. You spend so much on these little outfits, downplaying your gifts. You work so hard, when you don't have to. Imagine being truly happy, extremely courageous, unfailingly honest. Imagine being a true woman, an independent female, a real slut. Cause if any woman is honest with herself, that is what you really want. You want to be a sex object. You want men to look at you. You want men to get hard for you. You want to tease men. You want to be a walking, talking sex bomb. You don't want to be so covered up and hidden, ashamed. You want to show off those tits, show off that hot ass. You want to show off your juicy tits and hot body and get men throbbing for you." Bill said.

"No. It's not true." Steph whispered, breathing hard, licking her lips, eating up his harsh judgment.

"Just think of the pleasure you gave up to hide your true self. You should be strutting your stuff, shaking your hot ass and huge tits. Think about the men you could have had. A girl with those tits could have any man they want. Just imagine all the big dicks you could have had stretching your tight cunt. Imagine the orgasms you could have been having if you were just honest with yourself. About what you truly are." Bill said.

"Who am I?" Steph asked. Bill smiled. It was as if he had scrubbed her mind clean of all the riff-raff society, her friends and family, and Eli had ingrained into her. Now, her mind was his to meld. To reprogram. 

"Steph, you are a slut. The worst kind of slut, a total size-queen who wants to find the biggest dicks to fuck. That's why you came to me. That's why you flirted with me as soon as we met. Fate has a way of bringing girls like you to me. The world is rooting for men like me to have sex with girls like you. You are not the first girl to look at me and want to become my slut, and honey, you won't be the last. You're not the first 'happily married' woman to look at me and realize you would give anything to become my bitch. And Steph, I am going to make you my bitch, you hear me? You are a whore who wants to act all smart and knowledgeable, but all you're doing is filling your mind with things you shouldn't be worrying about. You're not smart enough to understand the way the world works. You're not like me. But you want to be, so much. The closest you will ever get to your dream is to get close to me. There is only one way to be the woman you want to be. Steph, you need to become my personal whore. You need to be a whore for me, and then you will get everything you ever needed. You fill your head with such nonsense, so you should be with a man who makes all the decisions for you. Then all you have to worry your pretty little head about is me. All you need to care about is my pleasure. My pleasure is your pleasure. You are built to make men happy. You are built to make me happy. All you care about is making me happy. And there is one way a slut like you can make me happy. And that's by draining my balls. Steph, to be truly fulfilled, you need to be a whore for a big, strong man like me. You need to give up all of your holes for my pleasure. You need to swallow my thick cum with a smile on your face. You need to devote your life to my pleasure, and nothing will make you feel happier, more fulfilled as a woman. Cause nothing has made you feel as womanly, as sexy, as I have. I have treated you as the sex-object you are and you ate it up. You wanted it, you needed it, and you loved it. You loved that I looked past your bullshit and saw the whore you really are. You are a hot piece of ass, and you have wasted you're time saddling yourself down to a boy that cannot pleasure you."

"No." Steph gasped, her eyes no longer on his. No, her eyes were transfixed by the giant unit in front of her. It couldn't be emphasized enough how hypnotizing the massive cock was to her young eyes. She couldn't pull her gaze away. The swollen organ, its veins and ridges, the throbbing tip, the huge balls... every inch of it was just so utterly perfect. For Steph, this was a dream cock, attached to a man she couldn't stand. Would that dislike be enough to stop her from succumbing to her obvious lust for the mammoth organ?

"You loved it when I told you to suck my dick, because that's what you wanted me to tell you. You saw me and immediately knew I was the type of guy to treat you like the whore you are." Bill said, stepping back from her slightly.

"No." Steph gasped, although it was unclear if she was referring to his words, or him moving that prime piece of cock away. Unknowingly, she followed, sliding down to her knees, moving back so she was in close proximity to that huge dong again.

"You had to stop yourself from sucking me off. Sucking me off in front of your husband. You had to stop yourself from obeying me. Because it is in your nature to obey me, isn't it? You like having a man order you around, telling you what to do. It gets you off to be ordered around, like a dumb submissive whore. You fancied yourself so independent. Your nightmare was to be bossed around by men. You are every bit as smart and capable as any man, right? But all you could think about was the good old days, when women knew their place. When women knew their place was to pleasure their men, let them do the thinking for the both of them. When women were so... compliant. You thought about that so much. It was your nightmare to live in a society like that. But you couldn't stop thinking about it. You couldn't stop thinking about what would compel those girls to be so submissive, to not fight back? Was it their nature to live for their men? Or was it something else? Was it possible that maybe, just maybe, their men returned their favor, fucking them into oblivion night after night so they had no choice but to obey their men as a thank you? That's what you thought about, isn't it? You started thinking about it, those dumb, submissive wives getting pounded night after night by a strong man. Submissive women, women built to be taken by a strong man. Those were the women who were fulfilled in the end. They were the women being fucked so well that they were absolute whores for their men. And that's what you wanted to be, wasn't it? You tried to be a good girl, but that got you nowhere. It was the whores that were having all the fun. And all you could think about was if you could become a submissive whore, you would be the one getting fucked instead." Bill said.

"No." Steph pleaded.

"It's true. You fantasized about being submissive, you filthy slut! You dreamed of it. Nothing got you off quite like submitting to the will of a strong man. But you were ashamed of it, so you rejected it. Rejected it, until you met a strong man cunning enough to see the true you. A man clever enough to know that if he told you to suck his dick, you would listen."

"Please." Steph pleaded, begging him to stop.

"That moment where you give up all pretenses, where you give up the facade of being an independent woman and you become a submissive whore, that's what you are dreaming about. That moment will make you cum harder than you ever have before. Steph, you will have the greatest cum of your life when you give in to me, accept my superiority, and you wrap your lips lovingly around my fat cock. And all that's needed to turn a girl like you into a submissive whore is wave a giant dick in your face and give you one simple command. One order, that you have no choice but to comply with, because it is in your nature. In your blood. You're a whore, Steph. Accept it, and you will never be the same. And all I have to do is say four simple words." Bill said, smiling smugly. 

"Please don't" Steph begged, terrified he was right.

Steph's mind was in absolute chaos. She as always so intelligent and self-assured. She always knew the right thing to do and say at any given time. She had been a part of protests, she had been the target of scorn and ridicule due to her lifestyle and political beliefs. But she had never backed down. She always knew the right response and she never hesitated to say it. She was never silent, until now.

Steph was a spitfire, a hellcat in hipster clothing. But this hellcat was finally being tamed. She had been allowed to run wild for too long. She had been unrestrained, her mind and opinions running free. She never had any rules. She never had any discipline. But that was changing. That fight in her, that spark that identified her as a strong, young, independent woman, was fading away. Hammered away, pounded away, by the cruel and twisted logic, the scheming machinations of the cunning older man in front of her. He had used his rough charm to anger the young wife, inspire passion within her, pissing her off, making her anger boil over the top where she had no other choice but to fuck him hard and drain his giant balls. He had beaten down her way of life, torn it to shreds, and broke her down. And now his words, his actions were building her into a new woman. A woman more fit for a guy like him. Not only was this hellcat being tamed, she was willingly and gleefully accepting the leash. The flame of her spirit was being crushed, and in its place a new woman emerged. No longer was she the type of woman to waste time at silly protests and trying to fight a battle much too big for a slut like her. She would give in, give up, and yield to the unstoppable force she had fought for too long. Yield her young mind and her hot body. She was now destined to become the type of woman she always hated, but secretly always wanted to be. No woman could resist the incredible power of the government, and the undeniable arrogance and sexuality of its agent. She had no choice but to give in and become the only thing a woman like her could when faced by someone as strong and powerful as the man in front of her.

A true submissive whore.

Bill could almost see the fight slowly draining from her. Her mind was figuring it out, slowly but surely, that she really had no other choice but to give up her hot body to this scheming misogynist, and let him do his worst. He had defeated her at every turn in a battle of logic like the ruthless warrior he was, and now it was time to take his prize. This older man, this government agent, this arrogant fucking prick, had manipulated his way from sitting next to the petty wife, casually relaxing, looking forward to a quiet flight, to here in this bathroom, dick pointed straight at the young wife's pretty mouth, poised for the gleeful oral worship she was soon to give him. And after that... he would be manipulating his way into her tight pants. That was the only logical outcome.

He just watched her, waiting, watching her slowly come to this same conclusion.

Steph was a loyal wife, she really was, but Eli clearly didn't care about that, because he left her to this fate, face-to-face with a humongous cock. Face-to-face with this cocky government agent, with a cock to prove his arrogance wasn't unjustified. She knew this whole thing was wrong, but his cock was SO big!

Eli had left his pretty young wife to fend for herself. He had allowed this outcome. He had agreed to leave his wife's hot ass to the mercy of this old man. And now, face-to-face with this evil, scheming man's giant dick... Steph couldn't think straight. She didn't know if it was Bill's harsh, commanding words, or the giant cock emitting pure sexual energy in front of her face. She had no one to go to for help, and the only voice guiding her along was Bill's. She didn't want to listen, but she couldn't help but be caught up in his smooth language. His silky words, tempting her young, malleable mind, transforming a sweet, good-hearted girl into something far nastier. Turning a girl known for her big heart into a girl known for her big tits. He was the only one that seemed to have a handle on this situation, so she couldn't help but listen and take his words as gospel.

Maybe Bill was right. Maybe she was just a cheap fucking whore. Cause that's what she felt like. She hated to think about it like that, but a loyal wife wouldn't be here. A good girl wouldn't have ended up in a bathroom with a meaty cock pointed at her face, poised to be sucked. Why had she responded to this arrogant prick? Why did this asshole make her nipples rock hard? Why did this old man make her pussy dripping wet? And she had been wet from the very beginning, as soon as this older man went on the attack. Clearly, her body knew the answer. Her body knew what she truly was. Steph tried to fight back in this seemingly losing battle. 

She was a married woman! That had to mean something! But her husband... her husband had abandoned her, left her to this fate. Asshole! What kind of man does that to his wife? Leave her to the whims of a man they both knew was sexually superior to her husband in all ways possible. Leave her fate in the hands of a man that they both knew was a sexual dominator, a real son of a bitch, that was too arrogant to think about anything but his own pleasure, an asshole who would use his wife like a cheap whore if he got the chance, a man that clearly knew how to fuck a woman and keep her loyal.

Steph didn't want to admit the truth. She didn't want to admit she might be a bit slutty. She might be a bit submissive. Or... a lot slutty... and a lot submissive. She might be the type that gets off on being bossed around by a strong, evil man. She might be the type of girl who sucks and fucks the biggest cock she could find just to make her husband pay for screwing up. She might be the type to give another man the type of nasty sex she would never give to her own husband. The type of fucking that happily married couples don't have, the type of sex a woman can only have with an asshole of a man with a giant cock that knows how to dominate her. The type of guy that doesn't deserve her, the type of guy who is such a prick, such a son-of-a-bitch that he does not deserve to be as lucky with women as he should be. The type of guy who's an evil bastard, a bully, great looking but evil inside, his silky words invading her mind like warriors, conquering the young woman's mind and tempting her into giving up her body.