B�Linda�s First Interlude: My Own Little Toy

B�Linda�s First Interlude: My Own Little Toy

Lately I�ve been having the most exciting time with this guy I know -- I can�t believe he actually puts up with it. Ever since I caught him jerking off one day he�s been completely at my mercy. The best part of it is, he used to be my boss! I was actually afraid he�d cancel my contract. But after our first night or two together I knew I had absolutely nothing to worry about. There�s nothing I can do to him that wouldn�t make him just fall on his face and beg me for more.

It�s pretty obvious why, of course. He�s been living in a state of enforced celibacy for years, letting his perverted little imagination run riot. The poor little fuck reminds me of a kid in a candy store with no nickel in his pocket, left to conjure up his gratification with nothing more than impotent images. After five or ten years of that, who knows what he�s had to think about in order to get his rocks off. Then again, who cares? I certainly don�t. The only thing that matters here is that he�s twisted and desperate, and with his sick little needs, he�s like sexual silly-putty in my inventive hands.

I can literally do anything to him I want. First I like to sneak into his bedroom, late in the middle of the night, and take him by surprise, leaping onto his bed and totally, completely dominating him. I play with him for hours, always forcing him to service me however I please, constantly making him submit to all kinds of outrageously kinky things. ��

Of course, I�ve got to look the part of a demon dominatrix, so usually I dress up in this harness of tight leather straps, my big 44-DD tits just bursting out of it, and I wear silver-studded collars on my neck and wrists. Then I put on spike-heeled boots and my black leather overcoat and stride over there: kicking in his door and snapping on the light.

I love the way his shy brown eyes jerk open, starting in shock and fear and then widening in uneasy recognition. Immediately I tear off my overcoat, and as his eager gaze fastens on my huge, out-thrust beasts, I feel a familiar rush of power surge through me. He is mine! The way his eyes crawl greedily over my body I know he can never refuse me. I spring forward, ripping off the blankets, and already his fat little piece of meat is twitching, swelling. For now I ignore it though. Time enough for that later.

�Big Linda, please....� he manages, and then I�m upon him, straddling his body and dropping my weight on his belly. He gasps, and before he can begin to recover I grab him by the hair and bury his face in my tits. He struggles under me, thrashing about a little bit, but I crush him down and start twisting my shoulders violently back and forth, beating him into submission with my swinging, slapping, heavily hanging breasts.

Trapped under my powerful body he starts whimpering and pleading with me, his voice muffled but its groveling tone unmistakable. Yet still his disobedient cock continues to grow, climbing the inside of my thigh to press insistently up against me.

That impudent bastard! I pull back, and clamping his head in my hands I rub one of my stiffly hardened nipples all over his face, roughly grinding it around and around before finally forcing open his jaws and pushing it between his waiting lips.

�Suck me!� I demand, and he complies, immediately pulling at my tender, swollen nipple for all he�s worth. Much as I hate to admit it, he�s actually kind of good at it. Feeding voraciously at my swollen breast his thick lips create a long, hard, almost painfully deep suction. He peers humbly up at me, an insecure little boy pathetically seeking approval.

Of course I give him none, and tearing my tit from his jaws I scramble up his body to squash my aching cunt down into his helpless face. There I ride him, holding fistfuls of his hair and rasping myself back and forth and all around, barely giving him a chance to breathe. Finally I settle on his mouth and let him eat me, but the eager, fumbling way he goes about it fills me with scorn.��

It�s obvious my little Slut-boy here still has a thing or two to learn. Well, I�m just the woman for that! Big Mistress Linda can always provide strict indoctrination into the art of oral sex! First I start taunting him, berating him for his inadequacy, and the guilty blush of his shame gets me off like nothing else. That childish little pansy. Suddenly my cunt feels like voracious mouth, eager to devour his face.

Fuck teaching him anything else. I decide to just use him. That�s what he�s there for, right? Just a worthless little sex toy. Let him learn on his own, if he�s able. If not, let him suffer the consequences.

I push his head back, deep into the pillow, and start rubbing myself off on his jutting chin. That hard knob of bone is covered with stubble, and it rasps and chafes and tickles my burning clit like mad. Then I just go nuts, attacking him with my pussy, using him like I do my cheapest vibrator. Back and forth, up and down, I grind my groin against his helpless face, slathering him with my sticky juices until I just can�t stand it anymore. Then at last I turn to his worthless prick.

By this time it�s swollen into an iron-hard spike, sticking up from his crotch like an eight-inch exclamation point. Finally, after extensive teasing more than a little sadistic procrastination I mount it, inserting it in one of my open holes and jamming myself down.

Slut-boy cries out, drowning my own little gasp of pleasure. I slap him as I fuck him, again and again, letting him know who�s boss. Meanwhile my hips quickly find their rhythm, and I drop forward, planting my hands on his shoulders and dangling my tremendous tits in his face. Then, firmly holding him down, I ride that hot spike of flesh furiously, gasping and grunting and groaning with pleasure, feeling my first orgasm of the night building.

At last it rips through me, and suddenly I find myself screaming deliriously, mindlessly riding out the ecstatic waves of contractions that pulse through my loins. Dimly I hear the worthless little shit trapped under me cry out, and as my tight cunt convulses on it the hard cock I�m riding suddenly starts spasming and shuddering, then spurts out a slippery hot load, deep up inside me.

That goddamn bastard! Furiously I scream at him, venting my rage with a powerful roundhouse slap. He isn�t supposed to come until I tell him to, damn it! I wanted that tasty-gooey-hot-salt-load!

I strike him hard, again and again, literally rocking his head, and then climb off.

That fucking loser. That useless piece of shit. Luckily I now know how to punish that kind of transgression. By confronting the worthless offender with his very worst nightmare.

You see, after years of intense sexual study, I�ve believe I�ve finally found the secret to controlling a man.

Whether dealt out occasionally as a rare reward or inflicted daily as a regular punishment, this particular disciplinary tool draws its effectiveness from the devastating truth it conveys: that despite his terrifying fears, every last man on Earth secretly yearns to be the recipient, not the giver, of a good invasive fuck.

It�s true. Don�t even try to deny it. I can see it now in Slut-boy�s conflicted face. Deep in their hearts, all men know that the ancient, planet-dominating force embodied in their dicks is basically useless and pathetic without the even greater miracle of a human woman�s fertile furrow.

You see, we are the givers of life, holders of the most incredible power in the universe. Men know this, and despite all their earthly dominance they yearn for it. Subconsciously they yearn for it so bad they can�t resist trying to emulate it. Sooner or later they love having that big hard dick directed right back at them. Why do you think there are so many faggots in the world?

The philosophy of Big Linda Skrue in a nutshell. Oh well. Determined to re-teach an old lesson, I go to my coat, and from an inside pocket I take my favorite rubber dildo: long and thick and heavily ridged with life-like veins and contours. Relishing the look of fear and horror on Slut-boy�s guilty face, I attach my big hard cock securely to the harness at my crotch and return to the bed.�

�You know the penalty for an unauthorized orgasm!� I snarl. �Roll over!�

And with that I move in and really show my Slut-boy what it means to be fucked!

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