8 comments/ 22696 views/ 11 favorites Taking Matt By: memorable_exp Matt was the athletic type. Just over six foot of lean muscle with close cropped dark brown hair, a square jaw and annoying cute dimples to complement that cheeky grin he regularly wore on his stubble covered face. Captain of the Queenstown soccer club and top goal scorer too as he regularly liked to mention. He was one of those guys that's was frustrating in that not only was he good looking but also that he was everyone's friend because he was always so jovial and positive. He was also the messy, happy go lucky, forgetful and spontaneous colleague and house mate of mine. I kind of fell for him when we first met. We were both new starting graduates at a major construction company who'd been posted to Queenstown, Tasmania. Not my ideal location after being ripped from the busy Sydney lifestyle I'd been accustomed too, but quite fine for country boy Matt with his rough country Australian accent and boyish persona. Anyway, as the only two new starters the Human Resources lady used her excellent settlement assistance skills to tee the two of us up in a two bedroom townhouse in northern Queenstown and quickly get back to checking her facebook feed. So I awkwardly shook his hand and we drove together to pick up the keys to our townhouse that we moved into the very same afternoon we started work. Quite the hectic first day. Anyway, I really should introduce myself. I'm Ash, Matts afore mentioned house mate. I pretty much personify average. Five foot 8 inches, 135 pounds, mousey brown hair at shoulder length and a smattering of freckles across my round face. I do have a particularly good nose if I say so myself. It's straight and just that little bit upturned at the end. And my eyes are a mysterious shade of green. At least that's what my last ex used to say, and I like to tell myself. I'd been living with Matt several months when a series of events kicked off. I'd even managed to get use to the bomb site he left in the kitchen after cooking meals for himself and the piles of books and papers he left scattered around the living room. I'd even managed to overcome the unprompted visits of his blonde bimbo girlfriend Kim who apparently acquired a key for herself. I'd regularly find her sitting on the couch wrapped in just a towel with a dazed smile plastered on her face and a big fat fake greeting upon my arrival of hey Ash, fancy seeing you here! This was generally followed by what she obviously thought was a cute little laugh. I admit my first few reactions probably were more akin to grimaces of pain then the eyebrow raise and hearty grin I manage to come out with now. Matt and I didn't go out together much, he went out drinking with the boys from his soccer team and I would have casual drinks with a couple of the other office girls from work occasionally. However, the night in question was a compulsory work function, and sharing a taxi home seemed the best option. The work function plied us workers with free alcohol and everyone found themselves quite intoxicated as the proceedings wound up. We stumbled into the cab giddily with the silly drunken laughter that seems to overcome people after too many drinks and made our fairly uneventful way home. We stumbled through the door at which point, I clumsily tripped falling into Matt and resulting in us ending in a heap on the ground with my double D breasts pushed firmly against Matt's chin and my thigh caught firmly up against his crutch between his legs. "Wow Ash, you've got a pretty well-endowed rack there, you should show it off more", Matt smirked. I hurriedly pushed myself up and blushed the colour somewhere between a watermelon and a plum. Matt seemed to think this reaction was quite amusing and pushed me gently on the shoulder with a wink saying "Relax Ash I'm just playing with ya." "Well, I wish I could feel the same about what my thigh felt when it was caught up against your crotch" I quipped before really even thinking. I nearly passed out in shock that I'd just said what I said but Matt's reaction was a response I'd never seen. He just stared wide eyed straight back at me. I'd never seen him without a clever response before. "Relax Matt, I'm just playing with ya" I said with a wink and pushed by him towards my room. I should drink more often, I'm kind of funny I thought to myself before his arm shot out and grabbed me by the waist and spun me around and stared at me with a half grin, his eyes crinkled in a mixture of amusement and something else I couldn't quite pick. He pushed me hard through my door back onto my bed as I stared up at him in shock and fear. "Cute joke Ash" said Matt as he fell forward onto my bed his arms pushing my shoulders back and pinning me under his weight. He pressed his lips hard against me as his left arm pinned both of mine above my head and his right hand pulled up my shirt and searched up my chest. I struggled against him without avail and tried to tell him to stop, but I'll be honest, I was half hearted in my attempts. His hand adeptly unclasped my bra and firmly squeezed my left breast so much so that I let out a gasp. He lifted his head off my lips and grinned at my reaction. I struggled harder against him as I realised the direction this was taking. He slammed my arms back down above my head hard as I tried to raise them up. My eyes widened as his right hand now wondered down my body and up under my skirt to rub between my thighs. "Matt, no" I gasped. "What about Kim?" "Fuck that bitch, right now, I'm taking you Ash, I know you wanted me when we first met, now you'll get your fill..." Matt said as he pulled my skirt. Again I struggled and managed to break free and push him but it was no use, he flipped me on my back and pinned me down. "There's a good girl Ash, now I've got you where I want you." "Matt, no" I whispered as he let me go to rip my skirt and underwear down off my legs. I jumped up with my momentary chance of escape but in my drunken state fell over the underwear tangled around my feet and fell to the ground. Matt didn't need a second chance; he jumped off the bed onto me and knocked the air out of my lungs in the process, ripping my shirt over my head where it got tangled around my eyes and in my arms. I was truly in trouble now. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, my arms desperately attempting to untangle as he ripped the underwear from my ankles and threw them to the ground. He pushed my face into the bed and used his knees to spread my legs. I gasped into the pillow "No Matt we shouldn't!" "Sorry Ash, that was a bit muffled, I couldn't make it out" was all Matt said as he slammed my face down into the bed. "Enough talk Ash, I'm gonna make you scream now." I tensed up in fear and anticipation as he slid his fingers into my soaking wet pussy. "Hmm Ash, it's almost like you want my cock inside you, I think you're pussy wants me...To bad it's not going to get to feel my hard cock." I relaxed for a split second at the thought that he'd stop his game and leave me alone until I felt his fingers slide up from my pussy to my butthole. I clenched in fear and struggled as hard as I could and escaped his grasp spinning around with one fist hitting the side of his face and the other grasping towards his mid-section. My right hand brushed off his face while the other one missed his mid-section and grabbed his cock. In surprise I let go and my eyes widened as I glanced a full gaze of him. His torso was chiselled as I'd seen as he'd walked around the house topless, six pack and pecs on display, but it was the size of his cock that made me let go and my eyes widened at. To compliment his Adonis body Matts cock was equally inspiring. At least 8 inches long and the thickest I'd seen. In fact I don't think I'd ever seen one that big. That moment of surprise cost me dearly as in that lapse of concentration he spun me round and pounded me hard down onto my bed. It actually hurt this time as my nice straight nose was squished at an angle it was unaccustomed too. Again I clenched in fear as I felt his thick, hard cock pushing against my anus. I yelled into the bed to no avail. My poor butt had never had anything inserted inside of it and I felt that his penis would tear my ass apart as inch by inch it stretched around his cock. When he fully penetrated me he grasped my hips tightly and began to vigorously thrust in and out of me. I groaned into the pillow as he pumped me hard for what felt an eternity, his occasional grunts of "fuck yeah I love this tight ass of yours Ash" interspersed only by his groans of pleasure. Finally he came and filled me with what felt like a bucket of his cum. I lay sore, exhausted and defeated on the bed, his cum slowly dripping out of my ass. "Thanks for the ride Ash, nice tight ass you got there" Matt whispered into my ear before getting up, squeezing my left butt cheek and leaving the room. I cried a little. I was sore for the next few days and could hardly look at myself in the mirror. Matt carried on from the next morning like nothing had happened. He rode his motorbike to work as usual, albeit a little earlier than usual so he missed seeing me. At work though, he walked into the office chipper as ever, gave me a wink as he said good morning. "Morning Ash, slept in after the work party last night aii? Have a few drinks to many? You don't look like you're sitting to comfortably" he chuckled as he walked by. Shanae, the other girl in my workspace laughed. "Matt's right Ash, I don't think I've ever seen you hungover, you can hardly sit straight" she grinned. Little did she know the reason I couldn't sit straight was because my butt was so sore, even walking normally was a struggle. I saw him again a couple of times around site that day laughing with his co-workers. Dam engineers, think they're so great. I got home early but Matt had already beat me on his motorbike. His boss always seemed cool with him knocking off a little early. Sure enough he'd already managed to make a small mess in the kitchen and leave some papers on the table. How can one manage to drop avocado in four different locations? "Matt you've made a mess everywhere in the kitchen, can you come clean it up already!" I yelled. "Hey Ash, welcome home, chill out its OK, jeeze whats gotten up your ass lately?" he winked as he walked past me. Asshole I thought. I had to get this upstart jerk back somehow. He'd take my anal virginity and laughed about it. I was going to conquer him, somehow. The next few weeks went by as normal, albeit Matt did slap my ass a couple of times and make a couple of dickhead jokes. Nothing at work though. He carried on as normal, popular and funny. Kim continued to regularly come around and make her general snide comments about me into Matt's ear. "Matt your housemates so plain and dull, how do you put up with her?" she'd whisper. "Oh she's OK Kim, she has some pluses, even if she does act like she's had something stuck up her bum recently" he'd whisper back while smirking at me as I overheard. I knew how I'd get this jerk back. I'd do the same thing he did to me, except a little bit bigger. The idea came to me when I was talking to Shanae. She liked to go on about her lesbian lover but I usually just switched off until one morning I overheard her talking about a strap on. "What Shanae, how does that even work?" "Ash where have you been, are you such a prude? You just strap it around your waist and it lets you fuck someone just like a guy would fuck a chick." "I see..." I muttered. I knew what I had to do. I had to fuck him the same way he fucked me. I went to the local sex shop that afternoon. I even saw Kim there which just infuriated me further and I ducked around a corner before she could see me. I nearly jumped into the wall but as I turned to look at it I realised I'd found what I wanted. A ten inch strap on dildo. I was gonna make that asshole bleed, and I couldn't wait. I peered around the corner to see Kim looking at handcuffs. Good thinking bitch I thought to myself. After she left I went to the bonds section. I bought rope and handcuffs. I smiled to myself as I walked out the door. It was only when I got home and saw Matt wander through the house shirtless that I realised my problem. I couldn't overpower him. Little did I know the answer to my problem would be solved the very next day at work. My boss had just dropped by the pharmacy on the way to work to do his drug addict pick up. Sleeping pills, half a dozen different painkillers, diuretics, he was on everything. But it was the sleeping pills I needed. I smiled as he left the bag on his desk, I ducked into his office and snared a bottle. Take 1 before bed. Warning, very strong, do not take twelve hours prior to driving. Excellent. Matt was fucked. Literally. I smiled more than I'd smiled in a long time. Friday night Matt came home late from work for once. He came in in a huff. "Broke up with Kim, crazy woman wanted to handcuff me" he said. "Sounds tough, want a beer?" I said. I'd been acting like nothing ever happened between us. Matt hadn't forgotten though, carrying on with jokes about it when we were alone. I can't believe I thought he was a nice guy once. "Hells yeah girl, bring me one" he shouted. Time to pay asshole. A crushed sleeping pill awaited him in his beer which he readily gulped down. I smiled at him as he drank. "Reminiscing on fun times Ash?" he smiled at me. "Oh no... Just thinking of the fun times to come" I replied chirpily. "Err... Righto" A few minutes later it started to hit him. "Man I'm so tired" he said as his head started to droop. A couple of minutes he was out cold. Time to shine I thought. It was a real bitch dragging him to his bed, made easier only by the fact I didn't care about the bumps he got along the way. First I tied him up, just in case he woke up sooner than planned. All that girl scouts as a child had taught me a few good knots that would hold him nicely. How thoughtful of Matt to have thick bedposts as well. Soon he was spread eagled on the bed, face down. I lifted his head and began my fun. Make up time, pretty boy. I shaved his beloved stubble first. I cut him a couple of times, but this I felt was good, make him look like he's incapable of shaving. Then I did the cover up. His skin was quite flawless but I thought I'd go all out. I made him a couple of shades lighter. A purple velvet lipstick came next, mmhmm, sexy boy. Then the eyeliner and mascara to complete the look and a gag in his mouth. I'd rubbed it against my sweaty after work pussy first to give it some added flavour. He now looked like a real transvestite and bitch with both gag and make up. I left the room for a while after setting up the video camera and putting it on. I made sure it was capable of getting a good couple of hours of footage, I didn't wanna miss anything. Then I went and made myself a lovely dinner, with a glass of wine to cap it off. He should be awake by now I thought as I walked into his room. Sure enough he was, although he did appear quite groggy. "Hello Matt" I said. "Have you seen yourself? You're looking just lovely tonight." I went and got him a mirror and showed him. "Can you see behind you Matt? There's a camera there. Look around, there's a good boy" I hissed as I forcefully turned his head around. He said something into the gag but I really couldn't tell what. "Sorry Matt, that was a bit muffled, I couldn't make it out. Wait I think I heard that before. That's right, when you fucked me. Do you remember that you piece of shit? Well, I got something to show you Matty boy." I went out of the room to return with the thick ten inch dildo I'd bought. "Now I know your cocks a bit smaller than this, but I thought I'd get one a bit bigger than yours to fuck you with. After all, you're a big strong guy." I put the dildo in front of his face. His eyes ballooned and he bucked and struggled against the bonds. Excellent. Now he's wide awake. He'll feel every second of this. "The great thing Matt about a strap on is... It never cums... so I can just keep going... and going. Now I'm a nice girl, like you said, so I'll lube you up." I got a blob of lube and stroked it gently against the end of his asshole. He quivered from the cold. "Oh darling, that cold is the least of your worries." And with that I shoved two of my fingers up his ass. He shuddered in pain and yelled into his gag. "That's just the warm up bitch" I said. "Now it's showtime." I put the strap on on and slid it into myself. It felt amazing. "Mmmm I groaned. Now it's your turn Matty boy." I slid the massive dildo into his asshole. It was ridiculously tight. "Oh Matty boy what a nice tight virgin ass you have." Inch by inch I put it in, Matt moaning in pain the whole time into the pillow. When I got about eight inches in I couldn't go any further so then I pulled back and banged again and again and again. Matts whimpers getting weaker each thrust, I could even make out tears running down his face. "Oh Matty you're ruining your beautiful mascara!" I said as I rammed as hard as I could into him. Finally, after what seemed ages I pulled out as I climaxed in my own ecstatic pleasure as I came. "Mmm, you're a good boy Matt, a nice tight ass you've got there" I laughed. I untied his right arm and right leg and flipped him over on his back. I noticed a trickle of blood on the dildo and smiled. "Aww did that hurt a bit Matty boy?" Even in his exhausted and beaten state it took all of my strength to retie his right arm and leg to the left bedposts, and then his left arm and leg to the right bedposts so he was looking up at me. I then sat on his cock, strangely hard from his ass fucking, and rode him hard. He had little resistance left and he cummed after less than a minute of me riding his huge cock. I smiled down at Matt "Mmm good boy, or good bitch I think is more appropriate." His eyes looked up at me dazed and pained. I let the last of his cum enter me before standing up tightly closing my legs to hold his cum inside me. I then lowered my pussy onto his lips and sat with my full weight looking down at his spent cock and smiling to myself and at the camera. Then I opened my legs and let his cum fill his mouth. "Clean me out Matt. Every. Last. Drop. Or I'll have to hit those empty balls in front of me with this big heavy dildo I got." He cleaned me. He licked hard and I moaned in pleasure as I added my own cum to his. Finally satisfied I lifted myself of his spent form, walked to the camera and took it out the room to a safe hiding place before returning to the room. "Now Matt, just in case you think this is my revenge. You're wrong... It will never end. You will lick me out, I will fuck you, both your cock and your ass and I'll do it whenever I want. And if you ever think of saying no, all that footage, of you being my bitch, well, the world might have to see it. Oh and by the way, I think you'll make a great bitch, and the rest of our time living together will be a lot of fun. You can call me mistress from now on." And with that I cut his bonds and walked out of the room, his broken spent body sprawled across his cum stained bed. Taking Matt Ch. 02 Matts Revenge Hi there, I'm Matt. Six foot, two inches of lean, mean muscle. I'm an engineer at a major construction project in Queenstown, Tasmania. I live with my evil vixen of a housemate Ash. A month ago she did something to me that I'll never forget and since then I've been on her beck and call. She thought that she's the boss of me, but little does she know that Mathew Rosa is nobody's bitch. This is the story of my revenge and the beginnings of a brilliant new relationship... "Matty boy, can you come here a moment?" Ash called. "Yes mistress" I muttered bitterly. This was day 33 from my humiliation. My ass since then I feel has become considerably looser, not nearly loose enough it seems though to cope with the weekly maulings Ash gives me with the big ten inch strap on she keeps locked in her cupboard. I guess she worries I'll destroy it when she's not around. She deliberately fucks me every Friday night, which has left me unable to play soccer the last month. I tried last weekend but it was humiliating. I ran around like an old man and even the boys on my team had a bit of a laugh. "Looks like you've been fucked up the ass Matty, the way you're running" they jeered. That paled into what the other teams said about how I ran. I excused myself at half time saying that I thought my "groin" injury needed a couple of more weeks to recover. That bitch had taken me away from my beloved sport four weekends in a row. "Matty I need you to help me pick what nail polish to wear. Do you think the pink or the purple is better?" Ash smiled gleefully. "I know! Lets try it on you and see how it looks!" she cried. "Yes mistress, that's a great idea" I lied. "I'm catching up with Glen tonight you know, I want to impress him!." Ah yes, Glen, that short douchebag operator at work. I stood by him at in the showers after work the other day, nearly pissed myself laughing at the excuse for a cock between his legs. "I'm sure he'll love the purple mistress, I'm sure it'll leave him very impressed" I declared. Too bad that tiny cock between his legs will leave you thoroughly the opposite. "Hmm, you're probably right, but just to be sure let's try it on you first. Then you can file my nails and then you can lick me out" Ash said brightly. "But mistress you've had a big day at work, don't you want to shower first?" I enquired desperately hoping. "Oh no, that won't be necessary darling Matty" she said with an exuberant smile. Then she slapped me across the face sharply. "And that's for being cheeky." I did as she bid, licked her out hard and made her cum twice. She then had a shower and went off to her date. I set to cleaning the house as per her daily demands. She came back several hours later, tipsy with her arm around the douchebag. I lay in my bed as I heard their irregular uncoordinated grinding and bumping in the room next door shortly followed by Glen's grunt of satisfaction and a distinct silence from Ash. Too bad Ash, looks like you picked a dud. Serves you right you stupid bitch. Glen left shortly after and I heard her shower turn on. "Matty! Come here my darling bitch!" Ash yelled. Begrudingly I got up from my bed and walked to her room. She stood uncomfortably in the door way naked. Her fat swollen breasts with hard nips stared up at me. Her unshaven in god knows how long hairy bush of a pussy glistened slightly, presumably wet from the shower. Her hair wrapped around her shoulders looking dry and dirty. She really should wash it I thought. "Matty, be a good boy, put these on" she said passing me some handcuffs. I obliged, and got into the usual position of lying on my back, handcuffs above my head around the metal pole at the top of her bedframe. I supposed she wanted to face fuck me after her unsatisfying night. She smiled as she look down at me and went to her cupboard and pulled out a whip. That was different, she hadn't done that before. I became slightly worried. She walked up to me still smiling and walking in a similar odd way to how she was standing before, her legs wedged together. She eased herself up to me on the bed and swung herself over to lower her gleaming pussy towards my face. "Get that tongue of yours ready Matty boy, you've got a lot of cleaning up to do" she said as she lowered herself towards my face. Weird her hairs so dry I thought to myself, and then it clicked, she hadn't showered at all, and her pussy was gleaming wet with Glens cum. I tried to voice my outrage but just as I opened my mouth she dropped down on my face as she opened her legs, his cum pouring into my mouth. I began to struggle when the whip cracked hard against my balls. I cried out in pain. "LICK ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" she screamed. "Or you'll feel a lot more pain than that! I want every last drop of Glens cum out of me. I don't want to remember that little cock of his ever fucked me. But I sure want you to remember swallowing every last drop of it" she joyously announced. I licked and sucked as I cried, this was by far the most humiliating thing to happen to me in my life. It tasted horrible. It was hard enough cleaning out my own cum from her, although part of me found it strangely arousing. No part of me felt the way about Glens cum though. This was when I realised I couldn't go on like this any longer. I had to risk her releasing that video, but I'd give her some dam good reasons why not to first... "Matty boy I'll be home at seven" Ash announced as she walked out the door the next morning. "Do have some food ready for me." Oh I will I thought. I will have a dinner ready for you you'll never forget. I went out to the shop and went shopping that afternoon. I purchased a nice strong crowbar, came home and pried open her cupboard, removing her variety of toys. Oh Ash tonight is going to be so fun... Ash came home at seven, just like she said, she is a punctual bitch I'll give her that. "Stir fry is just about ready Ash" I smiled. "Good boy!" Ash said. "Matt, why are you all sweaty? That's gross" she glowered at me. "I'm sorry Ash, I just went for a run." "It's mistress" she said icily. "Sorry mistress, I think the surprise I have for you in your room will make up for my indiscretions" I smiled pleasantly. She raised her eyebrows and walked towards her room, I closely followed her like the obedient servant I am. She opened the door and stared around the room. "What the fuck is wrong with the cupboard?" she turned at stared confusedly at me. "Is that your lame ass surprise?" "Oh no Ash-" "Mistress!" I smiled. "This is your surprise mistress." And with that I picked her up and slammed her against the wall knocking the wind out of her. A shocked look crossed her face as she gasped for air. I then span her around and slammed her on the bed, grabbing her arms in one hand of mine above her head and reaching beneath her pillow for her handcuffs that I'd placed there earlier that day. I quickly locked her hands around a metal post in her bedframe. "What the hell do you think you're doing, I'll have the whole word see me ass fucking you if you don't release-" I slammed her face into the bed hard with a muffled cry the only response. I leant down and whispered into her ear. "I've decided I don't care after last night Ash. I've decided that I'm going to just fuck you and take the risk. And this time, I'm not drunk. This time, I'm going to enjoy every succulent portion of your plump average body. Tonight bitch, you are 100% mine." I grabbed my pair of underwear I'd deliberately cummed into that morning and left in the corner of her room for the day and shoved them in her mouth. She almost gagged on it and I smiled to myself. I grabbed gaffa tape and wrapped it around her mouth to stifle that horrible muffled high pitched whine of hers. "Now Ash, the fun begins." I left her there, legs flailing on the bed while I went and got my camera to set up. "I trust by now Ash you've gotten used to the lovely taste in your mouth?" I enquired when I returned to the room. "That's the taste of my cum, I do hope you like it. I see those legs of yours are still flailing around, I better do something about that." I set about tying her legs to the bottom corners of her bed and flipping her over so she was looking up at me. I enjoyed that fear in her eyes. "Cameras rolling baby. But now you're the star, smile for the camera Ashy. Oh wait, you can't, you're sucking on my cum stained underwear, well whatever takes your fancy I guess." The glare she gave me could have set most people on fire but it only fuelled the beam of a smile I returned at her. "Let's get started on making you pretty shall we?" I left the room to return with a razor and scissors and cut off all her clothes before removing mine. "First, let's clean up this hideous bush of yours down here." I began to shave her, she resisted at first, but after I knicked her leg she quickly stopped. Soon, her pussy was smooth as velvet. I lowered my head down and kissed the slit between her legs. "There darling, now that's much easier to work with. I've got another nice surprise for you too." I admired her hate for me at that point in time, the burning hatred in her eyes was glorious to behold. I left the room and returned with a tub of ice-cream. Chocolate mud cake, Ash's favourite. I put some on her nipples, and then on her nose, and then lastly between her lower lips. She shuddered at the cold of it. I then licked it from her nose, then her nips, and then her pussy. She shuddered again but this time in what I could tell was pleasure. "Hmm Ash, are you actually liking this? You know, I think under that hatred you want me. You want me to dominate you like this, and I'll let you know a little secret, I kind of like it when you dominate me too. But now, it's my turn, and I'm not sure you're going to like this next part as much. I undid the ropes around her feet then and she struggled fiercely and howled into her gag. "Ash, Ash, Ash, settle down. No wait... don't. I want you to struggle, you see that's why I just dominated you physically rather than drugging you like you did me. I wanted you to fight it, and, in the end know that you couldn't, that you're powerless against me, I took you, because I wanted to take you." With that I undid her handcuffs and unleashed the beast that was Ash. She fought like a caged beast, she scratched and she bit but in the end I my strength began to tell, she was winded and exhausted, she still fought, but each push, each grab at me was weaker, until I managed to get her underneath me, her face pushed hard against the bed under my weight, my hard cock up against her. Then I inserted myself into her ass, I had to push and push hard and one time she resisted so much I thought she actually might get me out of her. In the end though I managed to bring myself fully into her. She howled into her gag. Pleasure, pain, probably both. And then I began to thrust, again and again I pounded her tight asshole until her resistance stopped altogether. She lay prone and defeated as I pounded her, her howls had turned to whimpers, her fists were curled around her bedsheets tightly as she braced for each impact. Then I stopped and turned her over and put my raging hard cock into her pussy. It was wet, I had hoped and thought it would be. I began pumping her tight wet pussy, softly at first then gradually harder. I looked down at her, her eyes were glazed and tired, but there was a glint there I knew. It was enjoyment, she was liking the sex and I could even feel an orgasm building in her with each thrust of my cock. I leant my head down next to her left ear. "I like you Ash, I liked it when I licked you out and you fucked me. I liked it when you dominated me. But I have to get a go dominating you too, I had to let you know I'm stronger. I'm sorry I punished your ass as hard as I did, but now I'm going to make you cum like you never have." I increased my thrusting and brought my right hand down to her clitoris and flicked it delicately as I brought my cock in and out of her. I felt her orgasm continue to build as I felt mine rapidly nearing. As I climaxed with my cum spurting into her I felt her shudder and buck under me and then, a scream of pleasure that pierced even through her gag. It went on and on with a sound of ultimate satisfaction. We lay there like that for a minute both of us feeling the warmth of each other. I looked into her still glazed eyes and ripped off the tape and pulled out the gag. I kissed her neck lightly and then gently her lips. "I liked that Ash, I think we should do this again sometime" I winked. She looked up at me, eyes still glazed, and her face wearing an exhausted expression with a mixture of hate and desire. With that, I smiled, got up and left the room. That night I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. Ash came up to my doorway, just in underwear and stared at me with a shy mysterious look on her freckled round face. "Take me again Matt, I want you to fuck me so hard I cry... I want you to fill my ass and mouth with your cum... I want to be your bitch." Then she gave me a sheepish and devlish look. "But just know you're gonna have to work for it, and if you don't work hard enough, perhaps I'll be the one fucking you." With that she produced a syringe from behind her back with what I can only imagine was a drug to knock me out cold. I smiled to myself as I got up. This was going to be a very good house mate relationship... Let the fun begin. Taking Mazi Tim Cousins came home to the sprawling house in the mountains north of Los Angeles late at night. The winding road to the remote canyon was desolate and quiet. When he made this drive Tim often thought of Los Angeles with its thriving millions no more than 10 miles away. It always amazed him that a simple drive up a twisting road would transport him into another world. He inherited the ramshackle house years ago from a distant uncle he had never known. There was a small trust fund to take care of the expenses and taxes and the single stipulation - he could never sell the house. As a successful construction project manager with a thriving firm in the basin below that was fine with Tim, the old house was the perfect retreat. Here in the mountains the neighbors came and went. Over the years Los Angeles had found the remote canyon and successive waves of postmodern settlers had laid down roots. Some were successful - the Parker family half mile further up the road was thriving. The Davis widow across the canyon seemed to have flowered in this remote and harsh terrain. Others were less successful. The house immediately below Tim's place had traded hands half a dozen times in as many years. The ideal of living in the remote canyons above Los Angeles often slammed into the reality. For many people the remoteness, the isolation, and the lack of services beyond basic electricity and water were too much to bear. Tim gave the downstairs neighbors a couple of more months. He was some sort of music producer, given to expensive suits and a flashy car. She was, apparently, his ingénue. Tim smiled as he thought of her. He had met them shortly after they moved in. He had stopped by to introduce himself and they had been pleasant enough. The producer was filled with that restless energy that drives the truly ambitious and his conversation had been disingenuous and distracted. She had been, frankly, drunk and bored out of her mind. She had flirted with him as a matter of form because that was what was expected of her in the world she inhabited. Since then he had occasionally seen them from his back patio and exchanged waves and shouted hellos but that was about it. Tonight, as he drove past their house, it appeared dark and unoccupied. One of the telltale signs of their return to Los Angeles had been the increasing frequency of absence. Tim didn't mind. One of the things he loved about the canyon was the quiet. His working day was long and chaotic; sometimes he just spent the night in the city below, sometimes for days on end. When he was here he surrendered to the simplicity and silence. He swung his car into the garage, turned it off and then simply abandoned it. It was the custom, here in the mountains, to leave your keys in the ignition. There were two reasons for it. First, if there was an emergency and the neighbor needed the car they were welcome to it. Second, in the unlikely event that crime crept up from the city below, it would be better for them to simply take the car than to come into the house in search of the keys. Tim strode into the empty and dark kitchen, paused long enough to grab a beer from the humming refrigerator, and then slid the accordion glass doors wide open and went out onto the patio. He drug one of the wooden chairs to the railing at the edge overlooking the wild canyon and sat down. At times like this the simplicity of life was an almost unbearable pleasure. Tim sat there, in silence, savoring the moment. In the still and quiet evening the sound of a sliding door from the downstairs house was fairly loud. A moment later a light came on in the pool area. It was the ingénue. She was wearing a black string bikini top and a pair of stylishly ragged blue jeans. She was barefoot and her curly black hair was damp and tousled. She had a brown beer bottle in one hand and she was obviously looking for something. Tim watched as she turned over one cushion after another. Whatever her talent was or was not she possessed a sensual beauty that revealed itself in her movements, an inherent femininity and an unconscious grace. She was also, obviously, slightly tipsy. In the clear night air Tim could hear her cursing softly as whatever she was searching for eluded her. It was somewhere in her search that she happened to look up and notice Tim sitting there. She smiled and waved at him. Tim smiled back and lifted his beer in her return. "Oh thank God!" She exclaimed, "Please tell me you are not drinking beer with a twist off top!" Tim laughed, "Not likely." "Stay right there." she commanded. "I'll be up in a moment." She vanished into the house. Tim took another sip of beer and waited patiently. Several minutes passed and he heard the scrape of her sandals as she came around the side of the house and onto the patio carrying a six pack of beer in both hands. A moment later she was sitting next to him and he was handing her a freshly opened beer. She took a long drink and pointed with her bottle at the opener fastened to the rail with a piece of cord and a staple. "We'll count that as a fucking brilliant idea." Cold beer in hand they settled into conversation and easy laughter. Mazi had just finished a trying couple of days in LA helping the producer ride shotgun on a new jazz act that he was trying to break. They had developed superstar attitude before they developed superstar talent. Their demands had been both entertaining and insane. When they had insisted on a foursome with Mazi before they lay down their next track she had enough. She stormed out in a righteous fury when the producer seemed to consider the idea for a moment. Her intention had been to come to the house in the canyon, get some of her possessions, and then find a hotel with a spa to retreat into. But when she got here she realized that which she was really craving was the quiet of the canyon. Except, after a pair of strong vodka martinis and deciding to settle down with a beer or two on the patio and a dip in the pool, well, she had lost the bottle opener. Suddenly Mazi jumped to her feet and walked to the far end of patio. Tim watched her go curiously. She reached the end and leaned out over the rail. A moment later she gestured for him to come join her. Tim stood up and strode across the patio. She smiled that award-winning smile at him and raised her hand and wiggled one figure back and forth as if she was scolding him. "Did you know that you can see right into the master bedroom from this part of your patio?" She extended her open hand to Tim and then pulled him closely up behind her as she leaned out over the rail on her tip toes. "Look!" Tim, curious, amused, and he had to admit aroused by her proximity leaned over to see. She was right, if the blinds were open from this position on the patio he would've had a perfect view into their bedroom. She laughed and looked back over her shoulder at him. "Naughty, naughty, naughty! Here I was all upset about a jazz trio thinking I would be the perfect inspirational treat and my own strong but silent neighbor has probably been watching me for the last couple of months!" Tim's laugh was a quiet chuckle. "I'm going to have to plead innocent on that one. Now, if I would have known that was the view then I most certainly would've watched at least a time or two." Mazi glanced back over her shoulder and slowly sized him up with her dark eyes. In that moment something changed between them and what had been friendly and flirtatious transformed. A current of electricity ran between them. Tim was suddenly aware of the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeper and longer. Mazi watched him as he slowly stepped forward and closed the distance between. She caught her breath when their bodies touched for the first time. Tim felt her then, tight, trembling and hot. Tim leaned into her, pressing her against the rail. The sound she made was half whimper and half moan. It inflamed him. He felt the blood rush into his cock. In a few short seconds it was painfully bound by his pants and deliciously pressed against Mazi's ass. The look in her eyes was half fear and half lust. Tim leaned in and whispered in her ear. "If I were to look down into the open window and see you, there, on the bed naked with three jazz musicians vying to sate themselves in your beautiful body I would undoubtedly be driven mad with lust." He took his index finger and placed it just above her navel. She gasped. He slowly traced line up the center of her body, over the lean muscles of her abdomen, trailing across her brown skin until he reached the tiny gold chain that held the cups of her bikini together. With a twist he wrapped it around his finger. "I think they would play you like an instrument. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine their hands lifting you, caressing you, pressing your thighs wide apart so that one after another they could lower their mouths to taste you?" With his other hand Tim found the bow that tied the back of the bikini and pulled on the loose end of the string until the knot vanished. Mazi raised her hands to cover her breasts. Tim slowly pulled the bikini away from her body. "Whatever modesty you held would be stripped away from you at the caress of their tongues on your cunt, on your clit. You would start to rise to meet them, thrusting your hips upward, trying to draw them deeper into you." Tim slowly pulled her hands away from her breasts. They were small, almost delicate, but beautifully shaped. Her nipples were the color of almonds. Both were already erect, rigid from the trembling lust he could feel beneath him. He cupped her breasts the nipples pressing into his palms. He slowly caressed them, stroking them while he continued to whisper. "Soon enough you would lose track of whose tongue was pressing its way between those sweet, wet, swollen lips. The waves of pleasure would ripple through you one after another, each rising higher and higher. When that first orgasm crashed over you would you cry out or shutter in trembling silence?" Mazi whimpered and reached back to grasp Tim by the cock through his pants. "Oh, my God!" Tim's moan answered her exclamation. Deep, rumbling, it came from the pit of his stomach, from the root of his cock and Mazi felt the moan cut through her to her core. She barely felt his hands on the buttons of her jeans. A moment and he had stripped them from her and she stood before him naked. He stepped back and stripped his own pants. His cock, free from the confining fabric, leapt upward, a hard and curved testament to his desire. Mazi, her eyes wide, gripped the wooden rail as he stepped to her. "After that first orgasm, when your sweet little pussy was dripping, they would drag you on to your hands and knees. One of them would kneel in front of you, his long fingers curling in your hair as she pulled that sweet mouth toward his cock." Tim leaned in and kissed Mazi the first time. She surrendered, melting into his body, losing herself in his heat. The kiss lingered long enough to consume her and then Tim leaned back, took her slender waist into his hands and twisted her back around to press her over the rail. "Oh, oh, oh fuck." She whimpered. Tim lifted her slightly, so that she was standing on her tip toes, pinned against the rail, leaning precariously over. He felt her hot slick lips as he bent his knees slightly and maneuvered the thick head of his cock just inside of her. "There would be that first moment, when you felt one of them at the entrance to your cunt and you would know that whatever you had planned had slipped completely out of your control. You would know that they were going to fuck you until they were through with you. Then, they would cum, on you and in you, coating you, filling you, drenching you. You would know that despite all of your protestations of innocence, of outrage, that was why you left. Because you are afraid of what would happen if you said yes." Tim plunged into Mazi. She rose to her tip toes and screamed; her voice a wild beast lost in the echoless night. Tim's cock filled her completely. Pain from the sudden penetration vanished into the wave of pleasure that followed as he pinned her against the rail and drove his cock in and out with long fast strokes, the slow dance of their seduction gone in the instant. They descended into the purity of a rough punishing fuck. His hands roamed her body just as his cock flowed within the inner walls of her cunt. She felt him pinch her nipples, the brief fiery pain seeming to cascade down a cord that connected to her swollen clit. She twisted and turned and tried simultaneously to pull away and to plunge him deeper into her. Her voice kept crying out, incoherent words, gasps of pleasure, cries for mercy, commands of faster, harder, deeper. Tim heard her voice somewhere distant, the entirety of his being focused on the sensation of the hot walls rippling down the shaft of his cock. His hands, at times rough, at times tender, roamed over her slender brown body. At one point he realized he had a fist clenched in her dark curls, her head pulled back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, gasping. In his other hand he had one of her almond nipples, pinched tightly between the thumb and finger, stretched painfully outward. Her cries spoke of her pain but the way she slammed her ass back into his thighs, the way her cunt clenched at his cock, revealed she was trapped in that world were pleasure and pain intermingle into a greater whole. It was too much for Tim. He buried himself inside of her and came. He roared, no more than a beast himself, as he thrust so hard he lifted her off her feet and held her dangling half over the rail. He shook as he pumped her full of thick white cum. Each thrust deep into her was accompanied by a jet of cum until finally he was exhausted. He eased her down off the rail and she stood on trembling legs her hands clinging desperately to keep her upright. He stepped back and felt his cock slip out. He looked down to watch the thick rivulets of white cum slide down her soft brown inner thighs. Somewhere in that sight the beast vanished and the man returned. On shaky legs of his own he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back into the house. She lay curled against his chest, resting her head upon his shoulder, her lips softly kissing his throat as she murmured quietly. He carried her into the master bedroom and laid her gently onto the white comforter that covered the king bed. He stood over her for a moment, looking down at her slender brown form, drenched in sweat, cum slick thighs glistening. She reached up, extending a hand, and he took it and slipped onto the bed, stretching out beside her. She curled against him, her head upon his chest, her hot body pressed against his side, one brown thigh draped over his abdomen. Their breath mingled, rose and fell in tandem, as the swift sleep of the satiated overtook them.