"I know you want this baby, and believe me I'm man enough to give it to you."
Her eyes widen in shock, as if she can't believe what she's hearing. You take advantage of her momentarily reeling mind to shift your body weight on her and cut off any easy escape.
Her head is jammed into the arm and back of the love-seat leaving her no room to escape as your press your lips against hers and attempt to insert your tongue into her mouth.
She tries to keep her lips firmly pressed together and twists her face to the side, so you take her jaw firmly in your hand and squeeze until she cries out in pain. Her mouth open, your tongue invades the moist, warm interior of her mouth.
She is not having any success fighting you off. One arm is pinned against the back of the love-seat, her other hand is free and pressing ineffectually against your shoulder. Your full weight is pressing down on her body, pinning her beneath you.
But you can't maintain that position if you want to get her clothing off. When you release some of the pressure so you can slide your hands down to the hem of her dress, she makes her move.
With an explosion of more strength than she had so far demonstrated, she manages to buck you slightly off the love-seat and then she tries to reach the door of the study. But you've already caught up to her and caught her wrist.
She turns to strike you but you easily parry her clumsy hook and back her into the wall. Her body is shaking from the adrenaline dump and she's breathing hard, her bosom moving with each sharp inhale and exhale.
"Andy, please, no. If you stop now, please, I promise I won't tell anyone. This will just be between us," she pleads.
Your hands are on the hem of her dress and this time you're more on guard against any sudden movements. She knows she has lost the element of surprise and with her lesser strength there's little she can do now to stop you.
You pull her dress up above her breasts. She's wearing a lacy black thong and form fitting bra. Your eyes trace a path from her ample B-cups held by a form fitting bra, down her firm, flat abs that lead to lacy black thong, to muscular thighs that disappear into her knee high boots.
You nibble her ear lobe and whisper gentle threats into her ear.
"Here is how this would play out in court. We're alone, so this turns into a classic he-said, she-said."
"What I have on my side are all the people who saw us leave together at the reunion. All the people who saw you practically throwing yourself at me. And we'll subpoena that client you were talking to, the one you talked to for six months while he masturbated to the sound of your voice. The one you told your sexual fantasies to."
"In the end, I'll come out unscathed and you will look like some cheap harlot who was digging for a pricey settlement. So I suggest you let me do as I please because I promise I won't hurt you, much."
She shudders at the feel of your warm breath against her ear, whether from loathing or desire you don't really know. Her body sags in defeat, though you can't say that you trust her just yet.
You pull the dress over her head but don't completely remove it, instead using it to bind her elbows behind her back. She's trying to keep her legs pressed together to deny you entry but it doesn't matter.
You slide a finger in between her pussy lips and you are delighted to find her dripping wet.
"You're such a liar," you say to her in a low growl, "but at least your pussy is honest. And in a little while, your mouth will be too. I am going to make you scream with pleasure. You're not going to be able to tell the difference between me and God."
Her beautiful green eyes gaze up at you, tears forming at the corners of them. Her lips are slightly parted, the lower lip trembling, and her cheeks glow with warmth.
"What, nothing to say?"
Her voice is breathless, she can barely force the words out, "Please Andy, don't do this. I respected you so much in high school..."
"How did you respect me," you ask with a devilish grin. "Was I in your fantasies, raping you? Tell me how I did it to you and I'll make your dreams come true right now."
Lisa licks her lips and says nothing for a while. You've been stroking her pussy, but now you slide your fingers inside of her and press against the interior walls of her vagina.
She moans, perspiration forming on her upper lip, and reluctantly she tells you, "You tie me up and then..."
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
She shamefully confesses, "You put things into my vagina, you fuck me with whatever is handy and you spank me and finally with stuff shoved up my ass you fuck me."
Her whole body is shaking and you can see she is really turned on. Her juices are starting to leak out on to the love-seat.
You grab her by the hair and force her to her feet. She stumbles along behind you as best she can as you go to the kitchen where you begin rooting through her refrigerator. Cucumber, perfect. It is six knobby inches long and an inch in diameter.
"You're not going to use that! Its not sanitary," gasps Lisa.
"Shut up slut," you snap, giving her head a shake. "I'll use whatever the fuck I please."
"Please, Andy, I have..." she flushes red with embarrassment. "I have some toys at the top of the closet in the bathroom. Please don't use that."
You put her on her knees in front of a chair and bend her over it. With a knife you grab off the counter you cut off her thong. Your hand slides back in between her legs. Still moist, still gushing. Your fingers slide in and out until she's moaning and pressing herself back against your hand.
"Who am I?" you ask her.
"Andy?" she says quizzically.
You slap her ass, hard, and she yelps in pain.
"Wrong. From this point on I am God, and you will address me as such. Now who am I?"
"Andy, I can't that's blasphemy," she cries.
You pull back on her hair and slap her other ass cheek.
"Try again," you tell her. "And I want you to mean it. You will address me as your lord and savior. Do it."
"You are my lord and savior," she whimpers.
"Good slut," you tell her. "And you know what good sluts get?"
She tries to look back at you.
"Eyes front," you snap.
You press the cucumber against her slit and slide it in. She quivers at the feel of it entering her and spreading her open.
"Ohhhh, Andy..."
WHACK. "Who am I?"
She gasps in pain, and then movement of the cucumber becomes impossible as her pussy clenches tight around it before spasming.
She's orgasming.
"Oh god, Andy, my god," she cries out as the contractions rock her abdomen. After about a minute they settle down.
She sighs contentedly. "Andy, that was so..."
"Shut up slut," you snarl, yanking back on her head. In a quieter tone, as your lips brush against her neck, you say, "You honestly can't think I've finished with you yet."
Forcing her back into a prone position over the chair seat, you take the cucumber, now lubricated in her juice, and proceed to insert it into her tight, protesting ass. She tries to sit up, tries to stop you, but you hold her down with a knee over her back as your two hands spread her wide and force the cucumber in till three inches reside in her rectum and three inches outside.
That task completed, you spread her pussy lips with your hand and begin working your way inside of her. Two, three, four fingers, until you're attempting to put your whole fist in.
"Andy, stop! Please, that's too big. You'll hurt me."
You do stop, but only to ask, "What are you supposed to call me? From where I'm sitting I am omnipotent, I own your ass and your pussy and I'll do whatever the fuck I want."
She swallows hard. "Please, my lord, thy will be done but if you could please in your infinite wisdom lift this burden from me...I will be eternally grateful."
You take the cucumber from her hole and think about what to do next. "Your toys, take me to them."
She slowly gets up off her knees and unable to use her hands, nearly falls from the pain in her tenderized glutes. You catch her and help her to her feet. It may not be necessary, but you warn her not to try any funny business as she leads you to the bathroom where she indicates the box at the top of the closet.
"Stand back, away from the door," you tell her, pointing to the far end of the bathroom.
She complies. You root through the box, stopping when you find a dildo with a flared base. Perfect.
"Open your mouth."
"What are you going to..."
You slap her face, hard enough to surprise her but not do any damage.
"Are you questioning your Lord?"
She dutifully opens her mouth. You hold up the cucumber sideways and order her to, "Bite down on it."
"Now down on all fours, like a pony," you tell her as you release the tie on her hands. "Good."
You insert the flared dildo into her ass, then step back and admire your handiwork. Her narrow waist flares out into a pert ass. Her red hair is damp with sweat and sticking to her neck and back. She is wearing just her bra and boots now. You drop your pants and take out your eager cock. Your hand rubs it slowly, up and down.
She fidgets as time continues to pass and eventually works up the courage to look back over her shoulder. She sees you standing there, your cock grown to its full 8 inches. She watches you slowly approach, kneel behind her, and you start rubbing your tip against her slit.
Her eye lids lower and she moans low in her throat. You slide into her until your stomach is flat against the flared base of the dildo. You grind into the base, shoving the dildo in to its full length.
You start thrusting slowly. One hand grips the back of her bra, the other rests on her hip, guiding her back onto your cock.
"You ready to gallop, little pony?" you ask her.
You withdraw almost completely, then thrust hard all the way back so that you slap up against the dildo. Its like fucking her with two cocks. Every time you re-enter you pull up hard against her ass and the dildo.
Her muffled cries against the cucumber drive you to do your worst. Her bra snaps from being used as a handle to help you pound her harder. You grab her shoulders and continue.
You're not going to last much longer at this intensity. Your balls start to spasm and you pause willing it to hold out a little longer, but its not going to happen. You roll Lisa to her back and sit on her chest.
"Drop the cucumber."
Lisa spits it out.
"Open your mouth."
She opens her mouth and you pump your cock vigorously until your load explodes onto her. She licks it up eagerly, then lifts her head to suck whatever remains off the head of your cock.
You leave without saying another word to her. She tries to contact you, but you ignore all her calls. After a few months her attempts cease.
* * *
10 years after the previous reunion, you return for your 20th anniversary reunion with your wife, an aspiring model/actress. You introduce her to Buck, Marie, and others who want to do more than admire your wife from afar.
"Andy," your wife whispers.
"hmmmm?"
"That woman over there, she won't stop staring at you."
You turn around and see a very large woman looking at you. You turn back to your wife.
"That's Lisa. She used to have a crush on me in high school."
"I'd say she still does," your wife remarks. "Poor thing."
You silently agree.
~ The END ~
|