11 comments/ 15514 views/ 8 favorites Bent and Twisted By: butchbabe Rena picked up her stuffed puppy and hugged him to her chest. Carlos had won it for her on their first date, and though she would never call herself a sentimental person, she found it brought her some comfort now. Carlos had named the puppy Felipe, but Rena had always felt the dog was a girl and secretly called her Penny, after Rena's best friend as a child. Sighing, Rena threw Penny into the case with the rest of the things she was planning to take with her. Hearing a shoe shuffle on the floor in the hallway made her heart thump hard, thinking that Carlos had somehow found her. She calmed instantly when the ranger, Pete, peeked into her room to check on her. Besides, Carlos was dead; she saw his body not ten hours ago. "Ready?" He asked, in a patient voice. Rena looked down at her whole life in the suitcase and sighed. "Yeah" Rena left the suitcase on the motel bed. The ranger would bring it along, as he always did. She stretched her long body upwards, reaching for the ceiling in an attempt to relax herself. But there was no way she could relax until she got back to her own home, and her own room. Rena seriously doubted that her brother had sold their family home in her absence. Which reminded her; she needed to call Roger and tell him she was coming back. She walked out of the musky room and right onto the parking lot. Seeing that Pete wasn't there yet, Rena sat down in the ranger's Lincoln and closed the door, waiting for him to accompany her. When he finally made it back to the car, he sat down and gave Rena a warm smile. "Can I call my brother now?" Rena ventured. "He should be off work now" "Sure," the cautious man replied, handing her his phone. Rena dialed the number of the only family she had left and felt her heart drum as she listened to the phone ring. The ranger had pulled off and hadn't even left the parking lot when Roger picked up. "Hello?" Roger calmly answered the phone, and when Rena heard his voice she let out the breath she hadn't known she's been holding. She explained what was going on with some amount of anxiety and without pause. "He's dead?" Roger sounded stunned and relieved. "Yeah.", was all she could manage. "Well come on home." Roger said, and then bade her goodbye. And that was all Rena needed to hear before she let out the first cry she'd had since learning that she could be charged as an accessory to Carlos' crimes if she refused to testify in court. The ranger pulled up in front of Rena's house about seven hours later. "Don't go far, the US attorney will still need to tie up some loose ends." he said quietly, "but congratulations." "Thank you so much, Pete." Rena noticed that he made no effort to get her bags this time, so she opened the back door of the car and retrieved her own things. With a wave to Pete, she left him there, watching her enter her home for the first time in almost a year. Rena went down her mental checklist once more. Skirt straight, shirt tucked in neatly, and small leather briefcase all ready for her first day at work. With a whoosh, she let out her breath, while she put on her jacket. It had been hell for her those first few months home. She'd shut herself in and refused to take calls until Roger and his wife Bethany took the hour and a half drive down to talk some sense into her. Roger was, as always, pragmatic and tried pointing out to Rena that her fears were unfounded because Carlos was dead. Bethany, however, was Roger's polar opposite. She explained to Rena that fear exists only in one's mind, and reminded her that if she and her brother could survive the loss of their parents, then Rena could survive anything. The visit was both productive and heartwarming. Rena knew that though Roger was telling her to get over it, his taking the time to actually drive down to see her showed considerable concern for her on his part. So now here she was, on her way to work for the first time ever since the bookstore in college. Though their parents had left a fortune for them on which to survive, Rena had planned on working after school. She was only nineteen when she got caught up in her whirlwind relationship with Carlos, and when she'd graduated, she took a year off to spend with him. It turned out to be the best year of her life. Followed by the worst eight months since her parents died in the plane crash. The man who she thought she knew and loved was a drug trafficker, who would steal and kill to protect his enterprises. It slowly dawned on her that she was in a committed relationship with a felon. Luckily for her, the FBI snatched Carlos up before he realized Rena had figured him out. Unluckily, however, was the fact that she had unwittingly assisted Carlos on many overseas deliveries. But now she had her own life back, and most of her things from the FBI. The US attorney had promised she would get her car back eventually, but he hadn't returned it yet, so Rena decided with a burst of optimism to walk to the downtown bank. She would get there early no matter what, and she even had time to stop for coffee and a peek at her newest BDSM novel on the way. Unfortunately, her favorite local café had since closed, and the only other option was the chain coffee shop across the street. There was no way in hell she was going to get to read her smut at this hippy-dippy shop, though. 'Ugh.', she thought, already annoyed as she fought her way inside, past the myriad patrons waiting for their orders. She was going to be on time, but just barely at this rate. After almost four minutes of waiting in line, Rena finally stepped up and ordered a cup of Kona roast, black. The cashier looked at Rena like she'd sprung a new appendage. "We don't carry Koona or whatever here." And then the barista, without waiting for Rena to modify her order yelled, "Next!" Rena stood at the counter, stunned, but not for long. She turned on her heal and began to storm off in search for a manager when her progress was suddenly stopped by a body colliding with her own. Rena was bumped back into the counter and lost her footing. Large hands were instantly under her arms and holding her up. "Hey, you ok?" rumbled a deep, rough voice from somewhere above her. Rena looked up and saw the most intense blue eyes looking down at her, slightly amused. His face didn't match his voice. He was pale, with almost pretty features, soft looking lips and light brown hair. He wore an expensive suit over his lean frame and wide shoulders, like he was a power broker who played football on the weekends. His arms were toned under Rena's hands, as if he were used to hard physical labor. He had to be at least six foot three, Rena estimated, in a moment of stupor. Rena herself was five eight and on the curvy side, so it shocked her to feel that the slim man exerted no extra energy to hold her up. Using the man's biceps as leverage, she pushed herself into a standing position. Wayne couldn't believe his luck. A beautiful woman bumped into him on his first day of his new job. He had woken up late, gotten disoriented in his new neighborhood and, to top it all off, his girlfriend broke up with him by text. To be fair, he had been trying to get her away from her overbearing best friend long enough to break up with her. Belle, his ex, only liked vanilla sex and would complain to her friend when Wayne wanted to try new sexual positions. He tried to make love to her the way she wanted to, but he would get soft when she started her shrill moaning as she climaxed. And, much like the stereotypes about men, Belle didn't care if Wayne got his rocks off with her. She would just roll over and go to sleep. After six months of dating, Wayne had stopped trying to fuck her, and started to jerk off daily instead. He signed his lease over to her and moved out of his own apartment, telling Belle that he needed to move for his new job. He knew that his old apartment was in walking distance to Belle's job, so she wouldn't want to move in with him again. He knew it was a dirty trick, but her hours had been cut at work, and she was home more often. Now here he was, with his hands gripping the soft underside of this perfect woman's arms. She was heavier than Belle, but she had a perfect hourglass figure, and smelled like some kind of flower. And not that obnoxious, overpowering flowery smell that some women had. She smelled vaguely of lavender or something. Her scent, combined with her proximity made Wayne's cock swell. "I'm ok, thanks." Rena murmured, feeling like a ditz. Looking down, she pushed on his forearms to dislodge his grip, briskly walked past him, and out of the nightmare of a coffee shop. Once outside, she had to suppress the urge to kick off her shoes and run home. It wasn't like she needed the job. But as one foot hit the ground after another, she realized that not only was she not a coward, but most likely she'd never forgive herself if she didn't at least try to lead a normal life. Carlos' shadow no longer hung over her head and she was a free woman at last. Nothing could strip her of that power. Wayne ordered his coffee and went back to his car, deep in thought. He usually didn't consider dating black women. Not that he didn't find them attractive; the ones he knew just seemed to be out of his league. It was intimidating to be indirectly responsible for the systematic oppression of a race, too. But the woman who fell into his arms made him want to get to know her and find out what made her laugh, or cry...or cum. He wanted to know how to be right for her, and he hoped that she would consider looking past his pasty white exterior, and let him into her warm brown interior. She had had the most confused eyes, like she'd walked into a wall. Wayne felt his already hard dick rise with pride, knowing that he could handle the buxom hottie. He had flinched when she pulled away from him, a little hurt by how quickly she wanted to get away. And, before he could ask her for her name or number, she'd disappeared from the coffee shop. Suddenly Wayne snapped out of it. She showed no interest in him. Never again was he going to chase a hot woman; that's how he got stuck in an eight month, live-in relationship with Belle. Rena arrived at the bank twenty minutes early for her shift and took the time to get her bearings and partake in the meager brown liquid from the alleged "coffee" machine. While she casually took in her surroundings, the small and dark woman who had hired her came into the room she'd wandered into. "So you've found the break room ok?" Marta Lopez, Branch Manager, asked. "Yes", Rena replied with a smile, "It was the only room that didn't look like it gets much use." Marta laughed warmly, making Rena blush. Marta was an old friend of Rena's mother who Rena knew of, but didn't really know well enough to joke with. But Marta seemed genuinely pleased at Rena's assessment. "Well, Honey, all my best reps are out on the floor opening bank accounts and drumming up candidates for these new loan programs." Marta paused and looked at Rena significantly. "All of our reps begin in the box, but I have the utmost confidence that you'll have the same fire to succeed that your mother had." "Thank you again, Mrs. Lopez. You won't regret hiring me." Rena beamed. Marta smiled gently and gestured for Rena to follow her. Showing Rena each room, she spoke as swiftly as she walked, making Rena regret her choice of heels for the second time that day. "This is the orientation room. I know you requested a full time schedule, but we just don't have the hours." Marta said when she had finally stopped in front of a large double door. "I will clock you in now, and call you with your schedule tomorrow. But as for today, this is it." "Oh. Ok, thank you." Was all Rena could say as Marta gave her another quick smile and turned to rush off. Rena opened the right hand door and walked inside. She knew she was early and expected to wait for others to come milling in, but there was a lone man sitting with his back turned to her as she entered the room. He glanced up and turned in his chair to see who had come in, and Rena almost lost her cool. Wayne got to work on time. The bank manager, Marta, had been a guest lecturer at his school a few years back and had taken a liking to him then. When Marta called and offered him the job, he jumped at the opportunity to get away from his girlfriend. And to start over in a new town. Wayne sat and waited for the orientation to begin. He thought that he would be late, but so far he was the only one there. To his immense pleasure and surprise, the pretty lady from the coffee shop walked into the room, though not as happy to see him. She looked past him, presumably trying to find the furthest seat from his own. At first he was offended by the offence she took by him. But it was also kind of hot having to be on the chase for once. Usually women flocked to him. But this lady was having none of that. What a day. There, at the end of a long table, smirking at her was the same guy who had saved her from hitting the floor at the coffee shop. Before she could consider her next move, however, another man excused himself and walked past her. Rena murmured a feeble excuse me, and took her seat closer to the open window. The man who had rushed past sat at the head of the table and introduced himself as Bob, the manager for the cashiers. Rena listened intently as Bob went through all the ins and outs of the job, and explained that he was a very hands-on manager. He leered at Rena as he said it, making her uncomfortable. The pale man on the other side of the room interrupted with a question, and when Bob answered, the pale man would lob another, and then another his way. Bob, coming to the end of his patience with the man, explained that he wasn't that hands-on. The pale man smiled patiently at Bob's outburst, and Bob visibly collected himself. "If you would excuse me," Bob sneered at the pale man." I have a bank to run." And without waiting for a reply, Bob stood and left the room as abruptly as he'd entered it. Wayne was glad that prick, Bob, was finally gone. Wayne had wanted smash his beady eyes into the table when Bob started to leer at the younger woman. "I guess that's it, then?" Wayne said to her with a wide, mischievous grin. "Please tell me you don't work here" she groaned, with a grimace. Wayne was surprised at how badly she wanted to get away from him. He was no Brad Pitt, but usually the ladies wanted more of his attention than he could deal with. "Sorry baby. You're stuck with me until I become your boss." He slowly dropped his smile, "And you have to work under me." He didn't know why he said it, it really slipped out. But as he mentioned it, he could already imagine her sexy mouth gagging on his cock under his desk during a meeting, or filling her ass up while he took a conference call. She stood up sharply and moved away from the table, flipping her briefcase over, and spilling papers all over the floor. She hurried to get her things, making Wayne wonder what she was trying to hide. Cocky bastard thought very highly of himself. Rena stood up abruptly, needing her space from him. As she moved away from the table, she flipped her briefcase over, spilling its contents on the floor. Rena scrambled to retrieve her belongings before he could spot the erotic novel she'd slipped inside earlier, which had, of course, landed closer to her new coworker. The stranger stood and bent to help Rena recover her things, hell-bent on rescuing her twice in one day, no doubt. Rena turned to tell him that she could do it herself, but was mortified to discover that the man was reaching for the book. Please don't read the title, she silently pleaded, as he did just that. "'Love, Bent and Twisted'?" He murmured, standing up and turning it to read the blurb. Then he saw it; a fully dressed man holding a leash. Curious, Wayne picked up the novel to examine it more closely. There was a naked woman tethered, by way of a dog collar, to the other end of the leash. Then, as abruptly as she had stood up, his new co-worker fainted quite heavily, hitting the floor hard. Wayne ran to her as quickly as he could, but it was no use. She had already hit the floor pretty hard. He turned her over to look for any damage caused by the fall, but found none. Wayne turned to the door, and looked at it, helplessly. As if his mind had sent out a homing beacon, the door opened, and Marta came through it. "Oh my Lord, what's happened to Rena?" she exclaimed when she noticed the young lady on the floor. Wayne told Marta that Rena would be okay. He'd seen his mom suffer with epilepsy most of his life, and knew the difference between fainting and collapsing. She'd wake up soon, and just be a bit disoriented. Wayne told Marta that they were old friends, and that he was giving her a ride home anyway. There was no way he could let her out of his sight until he knew she was okay, so he felt the lie was for a greater purpose; Though he did feel bad for deceiving the woman who was his mentor. Marta warned him to take good care of Rena, and Wayne promised; more earnest about this promise than anything else he'd said thus far. When Rena was next conscious, she was still, ironically, in the orientation room and blinked up at the long fluorescent before squeezing her eyes shut tightly. It was then that she heard the pale man and Marta speak about her as if she weren't there. Marta: "Are you sure she'll be okay? I can go to the hospital with her if it's a bother." Pale Guy: "No, she'll be fine with me. She asked me to drive her home earlier, anyway." Marta: "All right then, Wayne. Please take care of her. She's my late friend's only daughter and I promised Shavonne I would take good care of her baby." Marta sounded so worried that Rena felt a little ashamed for eavesdropping. But not enough to admit that she was fully conscious. She listened with her eyes closed as someone, presumably Marta, left the room. She was right as the white guy, no-Wayne, gently shook Rena, and calling her name. "Yeah, look I'm fine." Rena managed to sit up, while avoiding eye contact with the man who now knew all about her secret desires. "I'll get a cab." "Nope." The stubborn man simply replied, "We've got some things to discuss, and now is the only time I'll accept." Rena's eyes snapped up to his and she felt the heat build in her face as she struggled for words. "Listen, asshole, just because I read th-those books, doesn't mean that I'd ever sleep with you." Rena tried to keep her eyes on his; she didn't want him to know that she was intimidated. He clutched her book firmly in his hand. She saw the heat from his now icy blue eyes and felt the warm tug of arousal in her belly. He would embarrass her if he wanted to, and she knew it. "My car is in the lot, out front." With that said, he exited the orientation room. Rena was in a half panic. If she snuck out of the back door, she could go the long way around the bank and slip right by him. But he had saved her twice in one day and, besides which, he knew her dirty little secret. Rena sighed as she hoisted her ample frame off of the floor. She knew what she had to do. Based on her reading material, Wayne took a chance and gave her subtle ultimatum. She resisted a bit, but would eventually have caved when she realized that he still held her book in his hand. He took the opportunity of having the upper hand to walk out of the room. Waiting for Rena to get to his car took forever. After about three minutes, he realized that he'd set the book down on the dashboard. He picked it up and flipped to a random page. What he read made him have to adjust himself so his prize jewels could breathe. Bent and Twisted The book described how the collared woman wanted her "Master" to cum down her gullet, but was too awed by him to ask. But her master, knowing her desires, spanked her until she admitted how badly she wanted him to give her a rough fuck and then feel his jizz pour down her throat. Wayne flipped around through the book, absorbing as much as he could from the pages. Wayne jumped as he saw the front door of the bank open out of his peripheral vision. He hurriedly thrust the book onto the driving column, and unlocked his car door so that Rena could get in. After taking a moment to collect himself, he was ready to go. She walked as briskly as she could into the midday, searching for Wayne's car. She spotted him in a late model sedan, and made her way to him. She seated herself in the vehicle, buckled her seat belt, and stared ahead. She felt his eyes on her face, but did not turn to acknowledge or return the gaze. It felt like ten minutes had gone past before Wayne finally put the car in gear, ready to leave the lot. "Where do you live, Rena?" The way he said her name sounded monotone, but Rena knew from her reading that his voice was now in "Command Mode". She would have to, hypothetically, earn his affection later. The thought, while slightly insulting, made her nipples harden. She shifted in her seat, wondering just how far he would go. "29402 Kipling Lane", she said softly. Wayne said nothing as he tapped the address into his gps, saving the address in his favorites as he did so. Rena snuck peaks at him while she considered what was happening. Her life had been hard for a while, and she'd just gotten out of an abusive relationship with Carlos. She almost laughed out loud as the idea of her surrender to Wayne had become so real that she was considering herself in a potentially new relationship. She had lost her virginity to Carlos, and still hadn't even allowed herself to think of herself as "available". Not that she was still hung up on Carlos; he was out of the picture even before the drama began with the feds. She just wasn't ready to consider herself as ready to date again. Wayne had pulled into her driveway and cut the engine by the time she realized that she'd been in her own world the whole trip home. "Let's go." Rena felt her heart beating wildly, and wondered whether she should show some back-bone, and make him leave. But she knew what was stopping her. It was the same thing that made her obey him in the bank, and the reason she'd fainted in the first place; she wanted to be here with him and do those things described vividly in her book. Rena silently opened the door, and got out of the car. She led Wayne to her front door, and let them both in. He closed the door and followed her as she walked into the living room and put her briefcase and orientation paperwork on the coffee table. "Strip." If the house had been on fire, she wouldn't have been as surprised as she was at his audacity. She reeled around to see if he was for real, but the lust she saw in his eyes gave her reservations about defying him. This was what she wanted, and he was clearly comfortable with his own role. There was no need to think of this as a new relationship. This was going to be her fantasy, come true. Obviously all he wanted to do since he saw her book was fuck her. Why shouldn't she get a memory from him, too? Rena turned away from him. She heard him open his mouth and draw a breath to reprimand her, but she pulled her jacket off before he could say a word. She heard his mouth snap shut as she bent over and slowly pulled off her high heels. With a deep breath, Rena half turned to face Wayne, as she leaned back up to unbutton her shirt. She didn't look him in the eye, but instinctively knew that he was ogling her. She felt like such a slut, getting naked just because a stranger told her to. But Rena couldn't bring herself to feel ashamed. It made her kitty throb thinking about what he was going to do to her. Pulling her pants off, Rena bent over as she drew them down her legs, caressing herself as she bent further towards her ankles. 'Now for the hard part', Rena thought as she straightened her body into an up-right position, and squeezing her eyes shut tightly. She had a nice pear shape when she was in her clothes, but she felt a little over-ripe when she was naked. Rena could feel the much-needed support of her bra loosen, and her c-cups drop heavily on her chest. They didn't sag, but they weren't perky, either. When she'd finished taking off her bra, she quickly pulled off her underwear and kicked them off. Standing in her humble glory, Rena waited with bated breath for Wayne's reaction. She chanced another glance at him, and was stunned by his expression. He looked wild eyed and primal, with his nostrils flaring slightly and his hands clenched to his sides. She took a step back, fearing the worst; that she had aided and abetted her own rape. Only when he closed his eyes for a moment, in what she saw was an attempt to calm himself, did Rena feel safe again. And not just safe; adored by this beautiful man who could probably have any woman he wanted. Wayne finally opened his eyes and skewered Rena with his darkened eyes. "Come." It was like butterflies flew around inside her belly. She complied and stood before him, feeling more naked than she had ever felt before in her life. He looked down at Rena's face, looking surprised at her willing submission. She wanted to, but she couldn't look at him. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted her face. When she met his eyes, Wayne leaned down and softly brushed his lips over hers. "I'm going to get inside of you", he said, maintaining his proximity, "Your body and your mind." While turning her in the same direction he faced, Wayne let her face go and ran his left hand up the back of Rena's neck and into her hair line, gripping the hair on the base of her head. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear. Rena felt her body shake in fear and anticipation. She was getting wet from his breath in her ear and felt the hard ridge of his erection digging into her ass cheek. Rena couldn't suppress the small whimper that escaped her mouth. "Please.", Rena sighed, unsure of what she was begging for. "You want me to push my hard cock between those soft lips, don't you?" Unable to speak, Rena bobbed her head up and down quickly. Her round ass pushed back instinctively, causing his tool to dig even harder into her. She had never made Carlos this hard, and had thought that maybe men were incapable of achieving such an erection. Apparently not, she mused, savoring the feel of Wayne's firm staff. She was snapped out of her reflections by Wayne's voice. "Is that what you want?" Wayne whispered into her ear, and Rena felt her mouth begin to water, "You want me to shoot a load of hot cum into your pretty mouth?" He yanked harder on her hair and Rena gasped, feeling him smile against her ear. She stopped breathing when his right hand snaked its way down to the apex of her thighs. Wayne let his fingers draw lazy patterns over her short hairs, occasionally dipping his fingertips between her soaked pussy lips to fondle her clit. She moaned louder and placed both of her hands on his huge right one, trying to use his hand to manipulate her aching sex. "I know you can't wait to be impaled on this thick pole." He ground his hips into her, rubbing his stiff, clothing restrained dick on her ass. "Say it." "Please?" Rena could feel her body heating up, feeling the trickle of moisture from her weeping sex run down her leg. "Please what?" Wayne taunted her. "I need you," Rena whimpered, "Make me c-cum, please." In a flash, Wayne put firm pressure on her swollen button and swirled his fingers in a more deliberate manner. Rena shook harder as her body was overwhelmed by her senses, clouding her thoughts and making her eyes slowly shut in ecstasy. As a wave of orgasm washed over her, she felt her knees buckle and cried out. Wayne released her hair to wrap his arm around her waist, his fully clothed arm rasping the skin under her breasts. But Rena could care less, because then Wayne pushed his index and middle finger into her tight opening. Wayne pushed his digits deeper into her snug channel, and pumped them in and out, hard and fast. Everywhere his clothes touched her body made Rena remember that he was fully dressed. She felt wanton and uninhibited at the thought of being his to manipulate for her own pleasure. It was just like her books. Rena felt another orgasm building up and, arching her back, thrust her bare breasts hard into the air. "That's it, baby, cum on my knuckles." Wayne breathed into her ear, as she bucked up against their hands with wild abandon, trying to twist in his arms. But he held her firmly in place and upright as she threw her head back into his chest. Wayne withdrew his fingers from her dripping hole and lifted the soaked digits, brushing her lips with them. Rena shocked herself by moaning against his fingers, now coated in her juices. When she finally came down off of her orgasm high, she looked up at him. Wayne looked her in the eyes and ordered, "Clean me off." Rena felt her womb tighten at Wayne's demand and tentatively licked out at his fingers. Wayne held his hand still as Rena began to lap up her own wetness, savoring the flavor of her own arousal. Rena drew both fingers into her mouth, caving her cheeks as she asserted more and more suction. Wayne needed to slow this down. She came on his hand twice in only a few minutes and, if she kept working his fingers with her tongue like this, he would bust a nut right in his boxers. He slowly pulled his hand away from her mouth and buried his face in her wild, curly hair. When he'd counted to thirty, he put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down to her knees. "Where's your bathroom?" Rena blushed and pointed toward the back of the house. "Stay." Wayne made his way toward the back of the house, past her kitchen and into a short hallway. To his great relief, the first door he looked into was the bathroom. He needed a moment to collect himself. Wayne had never been this assertive in the bedroom. Or living room, as it were. But her wide brown eyes and submissive nature were bringing out a side to himself he'd never experienced. He wanted to date her at first. Just to get to know her and maybe try the couple thing. But he found himself charmed by everything about her, and feeling like he was about to fit himself into his other half. 'Whoa, buddy', he thought, harshly. She invited you in to fuck her. She just wants to act out a fantasy. Wayne strengthened his resolve. He would do some of the sexy things he'd read in her book, and then some more of the things in his own twisted mind. At least then he wouldn't be the only one infatuated with the other. Then at least they'd be on level footing. Kind of. Rena kneeled by her coffee table, dripping onto her floor while she waited for Wayne to come back. Maybe he was washing his hand off and trying to make up an excuse to leave. She used to suck Carlos' penis, and he would instruct her to suck harder and harder, even after he would ejaculate in her mouth. Since he was the only man with whom she'd had any sexual experience, she had once again likened that experience to the one she was in now. Now maybe Wayne thought she was too good at it, and figured that she had had lots of experience. Rena gasped as Wayne came into her line of sight and she watched him walk toward her, just as naked as she was. His body was perfect. His long cock bobbed up and down as he moved toward her, and his wide shoulders blocked out some of the muted sunlight in the room. His lean, elongated torso tapered down into his groin. Short, curly brown hair bordered his wide, veiny shaft. He was too big, she realized. Rena began to panic. She started to stand, but hesitated when she saw the look of warning in his eyes. "I already owe you a spanking for calling me an asshole" Wayne warned, "don't make me double up your punishment" Rena looked down at her throw rug, feeling guilty for almost disappointing him. But she relished the thought of getting spanked by him. She pictured his big hands on her ass and almost groaned aloud at the image. Wayne began to circle her subservient form, stopping in front of her and stroking his cock slowly when she finally looked up at him. He was straddling a thin line. On one hand, he wanted to make her beg him to fuck her, and his lengthy dick usually made women beg to ride it. But on the other hand, this woman was different. She made him want to take her until she couldn't see, couldn't breathe, could do nothing but hold him until he sent his searching seed into her womb. He wanted to claim her in a way no man ever had. Maybe it was just a rush of lust, but Wayne was falling harder for this woman. As he saw her tongue peek out to wet her lips, he was also getting harder for this woman. Wayne let his dick go suddenly, letting it brush down her face. It settled on her chin, making him grunt. He had worked himself up to a painful erection, and the streak of pre-cum he'd painted on her cheek, along with the feel of her smooth skin rubbing the tip of his rod only served to stoke the flames of his yearning. He didn't want to spray his cream on her pretty face yet, so he took a step back. Wayne told Rena to get up and go sit on the couch, and she did so without reservation. Rena was still a little daunted by his size, but wanted to try and fit his monster into her almost virginal body. She maintained eye contact with Wayne as he took the few steps necessary to bridge the space between them. She bit her bottom lip when he dropped down, almost reverently, onto his knees, situating himself between her legs. "You smell so good." Wayne ogled her vagina as he spoke, "do you taste as good as you smell?" When Rena realized that he was not being rhetorical, she was seized by a moment of pure lust. She felt her nipples get even tighter and she whimpered yet again. Wayne leaned forward and sucked one taut nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue on the very tip. Unexpectedly, he let her tit escape with a small pop, and looked up to catch her eye. "Answer me." "Yesss" Rena hissed, feeling the cold air stiffen her nipple almost painfully, "I tasted good." Wayne smiled, and ran his hands up her thighs and around her hips to up her ass and palmed it. He pulled his hands away so that he could push them under her thighs, reaching between her knees. Rena thought that he was about to finger her again, but lost it when he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her body so that her ass was on the very edge of the cushion. Without preamble, Wayne pushed his face into her snatch, using a side to side motion with his face to open her wet lips. He felt her begin to shake again, and began to realize that this plan might backfire. He'd wanted her to be in an almost constant state of arousal, but the feel of her quivering body combined with her intoxicating essence was pushing away his rational thought. 'Fuck it', he thought, as he drank up her sweet juices with his tongue lapping against her. He slightly turned his face up to suck her clit into mouth, sucking it, while he gave it harsh lashes with his tongue. When she started to climax, he pulled his head back. Rena let out a cry, making him smile. She was frustrated too, huh? 'Not for long', he thought. Wayne pulled his arms halfway out and flipped her over, onto her knees in front of him. Her breasts were squished beneath her on the couch, and when she tried to turn her head, he pushed it back down gently. She felt him back away from her and feared the worst. Or the best, depending on if she survived being speared by his impressive manhood. Whatever Rena was expecting, it wasn't the stinging blow she received on her ass from her new playmate. With a squeal, Rena tried to lift her head again, but was coaxed back down by his huge hands. Wayne began to rain a rapid succession of spankings down on her bottom, making Rena squirm and yelp with every blow. He stopped for a moment, and rubbed her heated rear. He leaned his body over hers, pressing his impossibly hard member between her ass cheeks. Time stopped as Wayne pushed off of her, reached one arm around Rena's prone body and pinched her clit firmly between his thumb and forefinger, while giving her ass one last firm smack. Rena screamed her pleasure, as wave after wave of orgasm engulfed her whole body, and she went blind with pleasure, gripping the cushion tightly. There was nothing Wayne could do but make sure she didn't hurt herself, but the sight before him made him want to do more. So, before Rena started to come down from her orgasm, he leaned forward and placed his cockhead at her drenched entrance. She tensed up, but slightly lifted her ass higher in the air, in invitation. Wayne slowly pushed his flared head into her wet opening, and growled as her tight heat gripped his dick too tightly. "Shit shit shit," He groaned, "Tell me you're not a virgin." Rena was completely still, her face starting to turn red on the sofa. Concerned with her silence, Wayne pulled out. "Rena?" He queried, heart thumping wildly in his chest. Was he really the first? The thought made him a little ashamed of moving so fast with her. Rena was stunned at how much Wayne stretched her with only the head of his penis, and had tried to brace herself for the whole massive pole, ripping her open. She didn't realize his concern until it was too late, and he'd pulled out. Still, she hesitated to put his fears at rest. She didn't want to bring up her past with this man. She found that she wanted to impress him, and that if she told him about Carlos, Wayne would be disappointed in her or think she was trouble. "No, I've had a boyfriend before." she said, without turning to look at him. "'A' boyfriend?" Wayne sounded upset, "As in one boyfriend?" Rena felt her eyes begin to prickle, and a dull ache settled in her chest. It was worse than she thought. He was huge down there. Of course he needed a woman with more experience. There was no way he would want her now. Wayne considered leaving. Not because he didn't want her; god, he wanted her; but because he didn't want to hurt her. 'Shit' he thought, as he looked down at Rena's folded body. Her tan backside was still had red welts from the spanking he'd given her, and his dick jumped when he looked at the marks he left on her. Wayne smoothed his hand over her bruised butt cheek, kneading the soft flesh. She moaned, and arched her back, pushing herself further into his hand. Wayne accepted her invitation by sliding his hand down the crack of her ass to her sopping wet slit. "Why didn't you tell me?" Wayne asked, using his middle finger to make tight circles on her clitoris. "Wayne." Rena moaned, almost forming his name like a question. "You want me to split you open, baby?" Wayne sounded concerned, but that middle finger belied his tone when he pressed it into Rena's waiting sex until it was fully engulfed by her tunnel. He plunged his digit into her over and over, until she was practically vibrating. "You still want to be my fucktoy?" "Yes, please, Wayne?" Rena whined, "I want to be your fucktoy so bad." Wayne drew away his finger and replaced it with his dick, unable to think rationally anymore. Rena didn't tense up this time; instead she pushed her body towards his invasion and allowed him to guide himself inside of her. Rena cried out, feeling her cunt being pulled wide by his hot tool. She pushed back to get more of his manhood inside of her, making him hiss behind her. Bent and Twisted "Slow down, woman." Wayne commanded, as he struggled to keep from slamming his cock deep into her greedy suction. "I don't want to hurt you." The tone of his voice made her heart skip, and she opened her mouth to say sorry. But as she opened her mouth to speak, Wayne stuffed the rest of his heavy meat inside of her and all that came out of her mouth was a strangled cry. He was so deep. "Bite the pillow." It wasn't a suggestion. Wayne could barely stand to restrain himself for much longer. Her snug pussy throbbed around him, and he could feel each time it squeezed. He wouldn't last long without busting, and he knew she wanted him to blow his load on her face. Sweat trickled down his face with the exertion of controlling his pace. When her face was in the pillow, he pulled his hips back and slammed home, grinding into her. Hearing her muffled scream, he growled low in his chest, and pulled almost all the way out before he slammed into her again and again. He bucked his hips over and over until her screams turned to sobs and quiet babbling and then he felt it. Rena was cumming, so he ground his cock into her, as deep as it would go. Rena was shaking at Wayne's powerful strokes, strokes that were forcing her body to accept his size. She knew she was crying and telling him she loved him, but she didn't care. He felt so good inside of her, she just couldn't care. Then she came, hard, feeling her legs get tight and her toes curl up. He pulled out abruptly, and she was left with the most potent sensations of emptiness she had ever felt in her life. Rena felt Wayne grab her hair and pull her up into a kneeling position, on her knees. He jumped up and stood in front of her, jerking his cock in long, swift strokes, occasionally slapping the tip of her nose with it. She opened her mouth and licked the darkened tip of his wide cock-head whenever it was close enough, yearning to taste and feel his sweet cream on her tongue and face. As she debated on which she wanted more, Wayne came with a deep growl. He watched as his pent up semen hit Rena's face. She licked her lips as his first shot flew out of his cock and onto her forehead. He shot one thick load onto her cheek, and sent his next, thinner jet into one of her wide eyes. His cock finally drooled lazily one last time, and he watched in a surreal trance as his fucktoy moaned and then leaned forward to lap up the last of the oozing spunk from the tip of his oversensitive dick. His cum dripped down to her chin, and drizzled onto her sexy tits. Then Wayne's fantasy woman looked up at him, one eye pasted shut, with a face full of his sloppy cum on her face, and waited for him to tell her what to do next. "Fucktoy," Wayne said, meaning every word, "I'm going to play with you forever."