My name, is Vic. I'm a twenty-something lad, athletic, six foot five, with a penchant for getting in fights.
My evening started very much like any other. Trawling through my phone, looking for tonight's hole, one that would inevitably end up with me ramming my decidedly average, seven inch cock, in and out, repetitively for a few minutes. The same descriptive term could also be applied to my lovemaking skills as a whole. Decidedly average. But I didn't care. I was there for me. I wanted to nut, regret my decisions of the night, then fuck off back home the next day to order a massive greasy american hot pizza. Living the dream, right?
Anyway, that's how this night started.
"What about Kate?" Marky asked, glaring at the cards in his hand, before sighing, then necking back the shot of spiced rum set between us.
"Nah." I replied, laughing softly before laying down an ace, and a ten. "Blackjack."
"Fuck sake, man." Marky growled, refilling the shot glass and necking another. "Why not?"
"Broke up with her by text." I laughed outright, this time. "Turned up at the house party and tried to murder me with her stiletto." Marky blinked, then began to laugh with me, as realisation dawned.
"Crazy Kate!" He chuckled, shaking his head. "I remember that now. At Paul's?" I nodded. "What about Becca?" My eyebrows raised. That, could be a great shout. Becca, was a five foot nothing little volatile redhead, with more crazy in her than should be physically possible to cram into such a small container. Plus, she was hot, Not hot, hot, but dirty hot. You know the type I mean. Girls that look like they'd be great for a night, but if you invite them into your life, they'd wreck it in a matter of hours. Massive bolted on tits, fat lips that wouldn't look out of place pressed against an aquarium window, with enough fake tan to stain a toilet seat for a week? Yeah, that type.
I grinned, pumping the homewrecker's name into my contacts, then pressed call. The rest of this part of the night, admittedly passed in an alcohol fuelled blur. Cards, shots, and two litres of spiced rum as a warm up seems to do that to a lad, you know? Before I knew it, me and Marky were stepping out of the cab, floor slightly wobbly, with music from the numerous clubs lining the high street sides, pulsing in my ears.
"Alright, lads?" A remarkably long legged blonde called as she stumbled past, dark sultry eyes, ruined only somewhat by the running mascara that lined her cheeks, locked to me.
"Alright?" I replied, with a grin.
"Come on, Lara." Her, decidedly less attractive, and far more sober, mate gripped the leggy blonde by the arm, glared at me, then force-ably led her away. Much to my disappointment.
"We've literally just stepped out the car, and you've got clunge coming at you from every angle." Marky shook his head in wonderment. "You forget your wellies?" I laughed at the old joke. I was attractive, and I knew it. I made use of it. To the extent, that a number of the lads often referred to me as 'welly', because of the fact that they claimed I'd need a pair of rubber boots to wade through the sheer volume of vagina I encounter on a night out. As I said. Life was good. "Where we meeting them?"
"Lola's" I replied, making off down the road toward a vibrant nightclub that had been decorated in a mostly Hawaiian way, with tiki statues and flowers nailed to wall and ceiling alike.
"Vic." The bouncer nodded at me, waving us past the massive snake of a queue, a move that raised a good few angered shouts, from those that had been waiting hours to get inside.
"Nice one." I nodded to the man, who's name, for the life of me, I could not recall. Not that it mattered. Down the stairs we went, out into the central area, where a eardrum shattering shriek caused the pair of us to wince, as Becca shot forward.
"Vic!" She yelled, wrapping her arms about me, almost comically. Her tiny five foot nothing versus my six foot five, was part of the reason I enjoyed a good go on this one. She was a toy. Yes, I was a bastard.
"Come on, I'll introduce you to the girls." Her tiny hand wrapped about my own, as she began to tug me toward a table stacked with beautiful young women, enough so, that I was already reconsidering my decision to use Becca like a farmers field to sow my seeds. There was just so much choice!
Then I saw her. Six foot two, with shoulder-length raven black hair, that glinted with a blue-black sheen under the seizure inducing lights of the club. High cheekbones, and a small ski-slope nose sat above perfectly full lips. Natural, lips. Not the pumped up shite of those that surrounded her. She was latina-looking, with tanned skin, and bright green eyes, that matched the tone of her incredible emerald silk-looking dress, that hugged her ample curves in a way that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The woman held my eyes as I stared, but not in the hungry way that the others did. Not in the desperate sense, that let me know I could take her out of here, and ruin her, if I just spoke the word. No. This look, was predatory. Dark. And entirely overbearing.
"-itch." I caught the end of what Becca had said, then frowned.
"What did you say?" I asked, dumbly, still slightly shaken from my first encounter with this mystery woman. Something, that I hadn't experienced in some time.
"I said, are you a slut?" I frowned, noticing a dark look on the raven haired girl's face, as I turned to the little redhead, then grinned.
"You know I'm not." Becca blushed, then matched my smile with one of her own.
"Ayra is a trannie." She blurted, in a tone that let me know that the word was meant as an insult. I knew enough to know that it was a derogatory term, but not enough at this point to have said anything about it. What I did know, was that something about this sudden declaration, lit a fire inside of me. My gaze moved back over to the woman that Becca had named 'Ayra', who stared back at me coolly.
"Pleased to meet you, Ayra." I called, ignoring the outraged glare that the little redhead threw at me, as I slid into the booth beside the dark haired woman. I didn't really know what I was doing at this point. In fact, I think the move was more to rile up Becca, rather than to make a move on the beautiful woman now beside me. "I'm-"
"I know who you are." She spoke over me. Her voice was lower than most girls, but not in a masculine way. In a way that made it seem sultry, seductive. She leaned toward me, which at first I assumed was because she thought me unable to hear her over the racket of the pumping music, surrounding us. Right up, until her lips touched the skin of my ear. "Just as I know, that by the end of the night, I'll own you." Both her touch, and her words, were electric. Every hair down my spine stood on end, as blood rushed to my cock, creating a slight bulge between my legs, as I blinked in surprise. Then, she simply rose, and left.
"What the fuck was that?" Marky asked, as he slid in from the other side, an odd look on his face.
"What?"
"You gay now?" I frowned. Up until that very moment, I hadn't considered anything to do with Ayra, as gay. She was a woman. Wasn't she? I blinked groggily, then sat back. She looked like a woman. Spoke like a woman. But she had a cock.
"No." I replied. Did a cock make her any less of a woman? In my head, it was just a tool. A utility used for sex. She had a hole, just like any other girl, in exactly the same place. But then the doubt began to creep back in.
"You're into the tranny?" That word again. I didn't like it, and at this point, I didn't even know why.
"Nah, man. I'm just winding up Bec." I laughed aloud, my response causing the tension on my friends face to meld away, with a look of relief. "Treat em mean, keep em keen."
"Shoulda known." Marky chuckled, then thrust a beer over toward me, which I grabbed gratefully.
"If you're quite done, ogling the freak?" Becca's shrill tone cut through the moment, causing me to turn and meet her eyes. For a moment, bizarrely, I contemplated defending Ayla, though ultimately did nothing, but smile. By the end of the night, I'll own you. Ayla's words echoed in my mind, my cock twitching in response, as Becca forced me up and out of the booth, onto the dance floor.
I hated dancing. As a tall man, in the UK, I was very conscious of the fact that I towered above most of the dance floor, from a vantage point that revealed nothing but a sea of heads. I knew that if I could see them, They could all see me. Each, and every one of them.
"You're shit." Becca whined, as she ground her tight little arse against my crotch, then flicked herself back against me seductively. It was hot, I guess, but in that moment, I saw where Ayla had vanished too. The dance floor, no more that a few paces from me now, where she danced on her own, in a way that instantly drove me wild.
"Yeah." I responded to the redhead absently, as I moved her away by force, then stepped forward, closer to the transgender woman. Eyes locked to hers, helpless as her body spun, and wound, in a way that I didn't even think possible. There was dancing, and then there was dancing. Holy shit.
"Vic?" Becca's voice shattered the moment, her sulky pout paired with a dark frown as she pulled me toward her.
"I need a piss." I remarked, my head all over the place. I moved rapidly, ditching the pair of them at speed as I moved toward the bogs, where I reclined against the wall the moment I was out of sight. Eyes closed, lips pursed as a deep sigh broke free. Shock coursed through my system as I felt a pressure up against my front, lips crushing against my own as a warm tongue began slipped within. It was her. I'm not sure how I knew, with my eyes closed as they were, perhaps it was her height? Her scent? An enticing musk, that had been subdued by whatever pretty perfume she currently wore. Perhaps it was the forcefulness of the way that she took command of me, reacting with a gasp of pleasure as my hands moved down the silk of her dress, gripping each arse-cheek within each hand as I pulled her into me. Then I felt it. It was a protrusion from between her legs, hard as rock, girthy enough that even the outline through her dress inspired fear as I looked down at the monster between us. Then, like before, she was gone.
I cursed loudly as the door to the women's toilet swung shut, then shifted uncomfortably as I adjusted my own manhood into a more comfortable position, by tucking it into my waistband.
"What are you doing?" Becca, again. The little woman was becoming rather annoying.
"You do understand, how toilets work. Right?" I shot back, agitated. My head was spinning. I had no idea how I felt about the confrontation just then. Marky's comment about me being Gay, resonated within my skull, just as the word 'slut' did, that Becca had used so freely. Wanting to see more of that monster that had reared itself between us, was gay. Wasn't it? It was a cock. A massive, fucking, cock. But I didn't care. I'd never been homophobic, nor did I have any strong prejudice's against anyone. Live and let live, was my motto. Who gave a fuck how anyone else lived their lives, all you had to worry about was your own.
"Clearly." Becca spat back, then stormed past, moving into the toilet entrance, just as Ayra pushed out. The redhead paused, frowned, then looked from the beautiful dark haired woman, to me, then back. "You're fucking disgusting." She snarled, then went inside.
Ayra's laugh vibrated in my very bones. Her absolute disdain for the little woman, so clear on her face. An anger, so pure. Then, it was gone.
"Come on." She smiled at me as she spoke, sliding her hand into my own before moving back toward the bar. I allowed myself to be led, assuming that the woman beside me wanted me to buy her a drink. I buy her a drink, she repays me by sucking me off. I can get behind that. Or her. My mind was racing, confusing warring with desire as I recognised that I was deliberately ignoring the obvious. I was thinking about her as if she was just any other woman, in a way to ignore the inevitable. She wasn't just any other woman. She was more. She had more.
It took a moment for me to register that we had strolled past the bar, up the stairs, and out into the miserable England winter night, where Ayla continued on with purpose.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"There." She answered, nodding toward a relatively high-end hotel. "Get us a room."
"We can just go back to mine?" I responded, weakly. I'm not sure why, but something about this woman was overbearing. Oppressive even. I had always been the one in control, with all of my sexual encounters. This time? I felt decidedly out of my depth.
"Are you that cheap?" She replied, fixing me with a look that made me want to wither and die. God, it was hot.
"Nah." I grinned. "Your wish, is my command." I replied, attempting a poor attempt at bravado, in attempt to claw back the dignity I had just lost.
"How can I help you both, this fine evening?" The clerk called as we approached.
"Penthouse." Ayla answered, before I could say anything myself. My eyes widening in shock, as the word registered.
"Four thousand a night." The clerk mumbled as she bashed away at the keyboard before her. "How many nights?"
"Just the one." I managed, weekly, then realised that by doing so, I had agreed to the room. I swallowed heavily. Fuck it, I could afford it. Just. The clerk nodded, then shuffled about a bit around her desk, before eventually producing two plain white keycards, which she slipped into a paper envelope, and handed to me.
"Use the keycard on the lift, top floor." She said, with a knowing smile.
"Thank you." I replied, then turned.
The elevator hummed as it rose, in a way that for some reason caused me to momentarily focus, through the drunken haze. What in the name of fuck, was I doing? I was in a lift, with a transgender woman, having just paid four thousand pounds, for a petnhouse suite. This was sheer idiocy. I could just go back down there, return the cards, and let the clerk know that we've had to cancel our stay. Surely there was a refund period, or something of the like? Yeah, That would-
The lift lurched as Ayra pushed herself onto me, her lips against my own as her tongue raped mine with force, just as she had before. This time, the kiss was paired with the fact that she had mounted my left leg, dry humping my jeans in a way that made her crotch rapidly swell against me, until it was all that I could think about. Her hard cock grinding against my leg, stabbing me in the stomach with each thrust.
The escalator dinged as it reached the top floor, doors sliding open to reveal an apartment that could be described as nothing short of palatial.
"This will do." She said gravely, then strode forward, immediately toward the lounge area, where she paused, then turned. "Come here." She commanded. I hesitated. I knew, that if I stepped past the threshold of that elevator door, there was no going back. I knew what awaited me. What I did not know, was how the fuck I had ended up here. There had been almost no thought process leading up to this moment, nothing but a potent form of primal desire, that had brought me here almost like a mindless zombie. "Now." I moved without thought, reacting to the command in a way that I had never done so in my life. "Get on your knees." Again, I hesitated. This time, doing so, resulted in a sharp, rapid, movement. My cheek ablaze with pain.
"Did you just slap me?" I spoke aloud, shocked, yet remarkably turned on. My cock was straining against the zipper, desperately seeking release.
"Get." She repeated. "On your knees." I moved immediately, dropping before her in a way that placed my stunned face directly before her crotch. I froze. Right there. Right before me. I could see it. The silk clung to her bulge in a way that made it tent, despite it still remaining soft. Eight inches, at least, before it had even begun to swell. "Touch it." She commanded. I did. My hands exploring the curves of her cock over the silk, using my index finger to trace around the helmet, in a way that let me know instantly that she was circumcised. It was growing. "Keep going." She said, watching me with her predatory glare from above, in a way that made me feel tiny. Small, and inconsequential. "Use your mouth." I frowned. My mouth? Ayra moved quickly, gripping me by the back of my head as she thrust my face toward the beast, my mouth opening in shock, in a way that was instantly filled by her silk-coated member. She began to grind herself into me, turning my head to the side, as she ran the length of her shaft through my parted lips, me watching in horror as the monster grew harder, and harder, until finally, the silk could barely contain it. "Take it out."
This time, I moved instinctively. My hands lifting the tight-fitting dress, moving it up her legs, and over her hips, hungry to release my prize. My prize. Strange. I wasn't sure when my mentality had changed.
The first thing I noticed, was her scent. Where before, she had a sort of musk, disguised by the pretty perfume that all girls wore, now it was something else. A raw heat, a sense of power that radiated from her crotch, where a thick, veiny, twelve inch beast stared back at me, with its single purple eye. Her cock, was incredible. Girthy enough that even with my massive hands, I would struggle to wrap one about its circumference. Paler at the base, before the skin darkened near the head, turning strangely red in an almost feminine manner, as it reached the tip. Like lipstick. Somehow, despite the sheer size of this beast, it was still ladylike.
"Suck it." Her words rang in my head, uncomprehendingly. Suck it? Suck, a cock? That's insane. That's-The thought died as her helmet slammed into the back of my throat, as I dived forward hungrily, gagging as Ayla pushed me off her with force. "Slowly." She commanded. "Like a good little slut." That word again. That very same word, which this time, sounded so totally different, as it came from this beautiful woman's lips. That word, that stoked the flames of passion inside of me. It became me. I was a slut. For her, I would be anything.
I moved forward once more, more carefully this time. I started at the base of the shaft, attempting to ignore how much that having her stand, towering over me, with me on my knees before her, thick cock pressed against my tongue turned me on. I licked, and I sucked, moving around the circumference in a way that I was sure I would have liked, had my own cock been even remotely as large. The scent of her overpowered me once more, that warm heat, the twitch of her huge cock as my tongue traced the thick veins that flowed along its length. It was incredible. Soft, and giving, under my attentions, yet somehow diamond hard, all at the same time. I traced the edge of her helmet with my tongue, revelling in the way that it made her twitch, Ayra's breathing growing more rapid by the moment, as she began to run her fingers through my hair, eyes closed, face turned up toward the ceiling, as she enjoyed my efforts.I was pleasing her. Me. With my tongue, running the length of her cock. I pushed forward, enveloping the helmet with my lips, keeping my teeth away as I sucked and licked my prize, her writhing panting breaths almost too much for me, before abruptly she shifted.
Slam.
Aylas cock hit the back of my throat as she gripped the back of my head, thrusting her incredible member into my waiting mouth. But she didn't stop. I could feel her head, pushing against me. Hear her whispering-
"Relax. Let it all in." I did. Immediately, I was filled. I felt my neck bulge as her giant cock slipped past the back of my throat, stretching me from within. She pulled back, leaving me panting, desperate to fill the sudden emptiness, before she plunged back forward, my lips hitting the skin of her crotch, her testicles slapping my chin. Her scent was overpowering now, this close to the source. I couldn't breath. I didn't care. "This way." She spoke suddenly, pulling her rock hard shaft free from my throat with a soft wet smack. I moved to follow, though was abruptly halted. "Crawl." She commanded. I didn't even hesitate. I, was hers. I wanted her to use me. Abuse me.
She seated herself on one of the luxurious armchairs, raging erection blooming from between her legs like the eiffel tower repurposed in flesh. "Come. Suck it." I did. For what seemed like hours. I knelt before her, her hands to either side of my head, as she fucked my face in a way that even I, had never so much as dared to do, with any of my past conquests. Her monstrous cock bruising my throat, as it slammed home each time, forcing my oral passage open with each thrust, until my eyes watered, and my breath came fast.
Abruptly, she pushed me away, stood, then slipped the emerald dress off entirely. Jesus christ, she was incredible. Tiny little waist, huge breasts, and a cock, so perfect, that it didn't seem quite real. She gestured at my clothes.
"Off." I hurried to comply, tearing off my shirt, then trousers, boxers, and socks. Then froze. Had she laughed? "It's so small." She smiled darkly, eyes locked to my own cock, that seemed almost infantile in comparison with her own. "How cute." I lowered my gaze, unsure of what to say. Ayra re-seated herself before me, then tucked her legs behind her arms, raising her perfect arse upward toward me, as she gestured for me to resume my kneeling position. On my knees once more, I found myself eye-level with her tight, puckered, arsehole. It was beautiful. Her heavy balls splayed just above it, as she watched me hungrily. Taking in my expression as I leaned forward, almost subconsciously, and inhaled her aroma once more. It had changed again. More sweaty now, slightly sour, but not in a bad way. It. Drove. Me. Wild.
Without instruction, I pushed forward, kissing the soft space between her cheeks, inhaling her scents as I ran my tongue teasingly over the shaven skin. Not quite touching her hole, but close. So close. Ayla groaned in approval, rocking backward as she allowed me to continue my little teasing dance. I moved upward, tonguing the soft skin of her balls, sucking on one for the briefest of moments, before burying my face in her sack. I loved it. Moving back down, I gave her, her prize.
Now, I was no stranger to eating arse. I loved it. Though, up until now, there had been a vagina splayed atop of those I had eaten, rather than the slightly hairy balls that my nose pressed into as my tongue penetrated her wrinkled hole. I marvelled at the taste, as the tightness of her arsehole began to loosen around the pressure of my tongue. Salty, but clean. A texture that I couldn't describe. I lapped at that backdoor like a puppy hungry for milk. Slammed my tongue into her hole as she spread her cheeks for me, her massive cock raging right before me, eye level as the red helmet oozed a glimmer of pre-cum. In that moment, I'm not sure what came over me. I moved, gripping her shaft, slamming her head into my mouth as my tongue twirled about her hole. Lapping up the salty bitter warmth, pushing the tip of my tongue into the top of her urethra, in a way that had her shuddering.
Something warm, and sticky, hit the back of my throat unexpectedly, as her cock convulsed, her balls tightening, rising up against her shaft. Again, it convulsed, another stream exploding from its tip. She was cumming. I realised in awe. Without thought, I continued to milk her member, sucking the semen exploding from her cock down my throat, hungrily, as my finger began to circle her still-moist arsehole.
"Put it in." She gasped, then shuddered as my index finger pressed against the hole, stretching around it, as it vanished inside. A final, thick, sticky web exploded from her cock, as she pulled it from my mouth, splattering over my face with its salty heat.
Suddenly, I realised what I had done. I felt unclean. Kneeling before this beautiful woman, with her massive cock rapidly deflating before me. Her semen plastered all over my face, as I stared up at her longingly. What the fuck was going on. I needed to get out of here. The thought vanished, as Ayra looked down at me, her lips twisted into a dark smirk, as I looked up past her still pulsating arsehole.
"Oh, we're going to have fun tonight."
------X------
As I lay there on the floor at the bottom of the bed, naked, throat throbbing, I wondered for the thousandth time, just how the fuck I had found myself in this situation. Eucalyptus scented steam curled its way up from under the penthouse bathroom door, accompanied by the sound of the running shower as it shot its load down over Ayra'a beautiful naked body. Much in the same way, that her giant cock had emptied itself down my throat.
I felt filthy. Dirty, and worthless, though strangely not in a way that made me upset. It was hot. After we had finished our session, Ayra had simply stood, then walked over toward the bedroom, where I was now.
"Sit." She had said. The words so simple, yet so fucking authoritative that my cock twitched between my legs. I knew what she wanted instinctively. She wanted me to crawl over to her, then curl up, naked at her feet. My thoughts at first were conflicting, my apparent submissive side, warring against the alpha part of me that had been in control for the majority of my life. I felt nauseous, physically ill as I contemplated the strange arousal that her command triggered. Yet I complied. I moved slowly, crawling like a dog until I reached her feet, then planting my naked arse down on the cold marble floor as I stared up at her. She met my stare, then turned, entered the bathroom, then closed the door.
That same door clicking open brought me sharply from my reverie, her lithe naked form emerging from the steamy gloom like a long-cocked goddess being released from heavenly mists. I whimpered softly.
"Come." She commanded, climbing languidly atop of the soft bed on all fours, then halted. "Eat my arse." Before, I had acted of my own volition, but hearing her physically say those words, drove me insane.
I scampered across the cold, hard floor, ignoring the pain in my knees as I stopped before her, eyeing the dark skin of her puckered ring. The arousal was almost painful. Ayra hadn't allowed me to cum from our previous session, my cock swollen painfully as I eyed her hole hungrily. She was hard again already, her massive cock hanging between her legs like a great fucking truncheon, guarded at the base by two cannonball-sized testicles, that were slowly rising to sit at either side of the shaft as my panting breath stimulated her sack. "Now." The command felt like a physical push, my face slamming into her waiting crack, like a starved man at dinner. Where before I had been gentle, the sheer horniness I felt pushed me beyond restraint. My tongue danced the dance of a drug-addled techno-addict, probing and penetrating, licking and kissing, as her soapy hole retracted around my assault. She sighed contentedly, reaching behind herself to grip me by the back of the head, forcing me further into her. I was in heaven. The taste, the smell. Everything. The musk was still there, the powerful scent of her, tainted only slightly by the eucalyptus scented shower gel that she had clearly used. My tongue tingled, lapping away at her hole, forcing itself desperately inside her, before pulling out to massage her sack from behind.
The skin was coarse, but soft. Wrinkled, yet somehow smooth. The motion of my tongue caused her huge cock to bob, up and down, mesmerisingly, until eventually, I could take it no more. With one hand I grasped her, pulling the huge rock-hard member back between her legs, wrapping my lips about her head as I went to work with as much vigour as I could muster. Ayra's breathing intensified, growing heavy, guttural as she began to rock backward and forward. Up and down. Then she was gone.
I groaned as her beast popped from my lips, suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of loss, as I sought my prize once more.
"On the bed." She commanded. I moved obediently, shifting myself so that I lay on my back, staring up at her longingly. Ayra climbed onto the bed next, spreading my legs as she forced herself between then, then leaned forward toward me. "Lift." Again, I understood instinctively, lifting my legs so that she could slip her slender shoulders under them, the heat of her skin electrifying as she pushed closer to me, lifting my legs upward and forcing my arse skyward.
It wasn't until I felt the rock hard pressure of something massive against me, that I truly understood what was happening. Ayra, had positioned herself, so that her massive twelve inch cock, was now firmly trapped between my arsecheeks. The tip of the one eyed monster, pressed comfortably against my own puckered hole. I gulped. She was going to fuck me. Although this fact may have been abundantly obvious, I had been so rapt, so absolutely consumed with this incredible woman, that the logistics of said action hadn't so much as registered, even remotely. Her impossibly sized penis, was going to penetrate me. That thing, was going to fill my hole, and stretch me to the point of breaking, as she ploughed my arsehole.
"Wait-" The words died on my lips as she leaned back, the sound of a lid clicking, then icy coldness as some form of liquid dribbled down my crack and over my hole. Then, Ayra began to rock against me. The feeling of that monstrosity gliding along my crack, erased all doubt in an instant. It felt so right. As if it was meant to be there. Lube. I realised. That was the coldness, gauging by the swiftness that Ayra's twelve inch monster glided against my skin. I looked up at her, instantly absorbed by her dark, sultry stare, her eyes fixed to me hungrily, as her naked chest heaved, breasts rising and falling as she began to pant in pleasure. "Fuck me." The words that left my lips, surprised even me. Ayra's stare twinkled as she smirked, reaching down with one hand to line the red head of her one eyed monster up against my hole.
"This is going to hurt." She stated. I frowned. Surely she was going to ease herself in. Surely she would-Pain. Pain became my world, as Ayra plunged herself deep inside me. My ring screaming as it desperately attempted to adjust to the girth that forced it open. The monster, that had no right to fit within. I gasped, tears immediately leaking from both eyes, as I attempted to mutter my protests. Nothing came out. Nothing, but a series of pathetic whimpers, as Ayra's cruel smile grew. "I." She growled, thrusting herself so deep into me, that her hips slapped against my arsecheeks, her balls slamming against my hole as the entirety of her shaft vanished into my guts. "Own you now." She pulled out, then slammed back in. The pain exploded once more, though this time, there was something else. "You, are mine." She repeated, pulling out, then slamming herself home once more, this time, a ripple of pleasure caused my entire body to convulse as the pain began to fade.
Without warning, she moved, pulling herself from me leaving me empty, gaping, as she shifted her body, gripping me by the neck. A moment later, I was choking, her cock slamming into my mouth, forcing its way down my throat as my mouth filled with the taste of my own arse. "Do you understand?" She asked, holding me in place, ignoring the fact that that my gags were causing my entire body to twitch and convulse, my chin pressed into her balls, nose in her crotch. I nodded. By god, did I nod. Desperate to convey my acceptance, desperate to breathe once more. She pulled out. Gasping, I rolled onto my front, desperately trying to clear my throat as pre-cum leaked from my lips.
Without me seeing, Ayra had moved once more positioning herself behind me, as she lowered her lower body fluidly downward, cock in hand, angled toward my already gaping hole. This time, there was no resistance as she pinned me in place, fingers reaching into my mouth from either side of my head, stretching my lips painfully as she began to slam her twelve inch beast into my aching hole from behind. For a moment, with each thrust, as her hip slammed against my arsecheeks, as her shaft bottomed out, her testicles, coated with lube and precum, slapped against mine. In that moment, they stuck. Ever so slightly, flesh on flesh, before Ayra pulled free, then slammed her length back home.
I was crying. I realised this, in shock, as the moisture of my own tears hit my arm from above. I wasn't sad though. I was in bliss.
"Do you want me to stop?" Ayra whispered, leaning into me, her massive tear-drop breasts pressed agonisingly against the naked skin of my back. She had paused her thrusts, leaving me filled with her massive monster of a cock.
"No." I whispered, awkwardly, through the fingers stretching my lips.
"What do you want me to do?" She asked, softly.
"Own me." I replied. Instantly, the attack resumed. Her sword-like penis near splitting me in half as she withdrew herself, then slammed home, over and over again. Her breaths against my ear quickening, more so as I started to lift my arse to meet her thrusts, pushing myself into her to drive her shaft deeper into me, until eventually, I felt her beast began to swell. "fill me." I whispered. My words barely audible against the stretch of her pull.
A guttural grunt was my only response, as her member twitched inside me, swelling, pulsing, as a beautiful warmth exploded deep within me.
Ayla stilled, falling atop of my back as if defeated, though only for a moment. She rose, sliding herself out from my gaping hole, then moved around the bed to stand before me.
"Clean it." She spoke simply, stepping forward, until her flaccid, cum-covered penis was pressed against my lips. I did so hungrily. The taste of myself, mixed with the saltiness of her cum drove me wild, enough so that as I sucked her soft cock clean, I began to hump the bed beneath me, gliding my cock against the cotton sheets in a way that had me twitching in no time. Cum exploded from my cock as I devoured Ayra's own, sliding the flacid length down my throat as I tongued her balls, coating the hotel bed with my seed.
She stepped back, glancing down at the wet patch beneath me.
"You're sleeping on that side." She said in disgust.
------X------
I couldn't think straight. The great desk spread before me, lined with papers. Important ones at that. Ones that I should be studying raptly, as I prepared for what could potentially be the biggest meeting of my life. Instead, all I could think about, was her. Ayra.
Last night, had been... Insane. Intense. Incredible. Even now, as I attempted to memorise the blurred, shifting lines on the page before me, I found it difficult to believe that what had happened, had truly happened. In fact, if it wasn't for the dull ache in both my throat, and my arse, I could have potentially have passed it up as a very intense alcohol induced hallucination.
I looked up at the great silver clock that hung above my office door. The second hand ticking, with a sound that seemed to boom, crack, and echo, ominously allowing me the knowledge that time was running out. Five minutes. That was all the time I had, to get my shit together. This meeting, was what I'd been waiting for, for ten. Fucking. Years. This, was the meeting, that was going to change the entire trajectory of my career.
Ding. I frowned, pulling out my phone, then nearly dropped it in shock. Did that say what I thought it did? I picked up the little machine from the floor, turning the brightly lit screen back into view. One new message, from Mistress Ayra. My heartbeat quickened. Blood pumping in my ears, flooding straight to my cock, just at the sight of her name. At the memories that it invoked. The sensations revisited. The crying, the choking, the sheer bliss. When had she done this? I sure as shit hadn't taken her number, and even more certainly wouldn't have saved it with that name. I pressed open, then froze, as an image popped up, swallowing my screen.
Hungry? Read the caption, below an image of the beautiful latina sat in a luxurious armchair, stark naked, with her legs hooked over each arm in a way that hoisted her beautiful puckered hole up for clear view. Her monstrous truncheon lay heavy atop of wrinkled balls, above it. Soft, yet still awe inspiringly massive. I blinked, as I realise I hadn't moved in minutes. Mouth watering, cock rock hard.
Not now. I thought, locking the phone with a click, despite the after image of the beautiful creature being burned into the inside of my eyelids as I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. Concentrate Vic.
Ding. I didn't even hesitate. There would have been no point in pretending that I could ignore it. This time, no image. Just two lines of text. An address, then the words you've got thirty minutes. Get here, or you never see me again. My blood turned to ice.
I've got a meeting I replied, dumbly.
30 minutes. Came the reply.
"as if." I snorted, clicking the lock screen on, before nervously glancing up at the ticking clock. One minute. I frowned, unlocking the screen once more. Couldn't hurt to see just where that address actually was. So I did. Maps flicked up, details tapped in. 25 minute walk. "she's dreaming." my words spoken aloud, this time sounding far less sure. I glanced back at the clock. It was at that moment that I realised something. I was no longer counting the time before my meeting, but the time remaining of Ayra's thirty minutes. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. The scent of her filled my memory. The sensory overload of her musk, as her balls slapped by chin, thick, veiny cock bulging my throat as my eyes watered.
I had risen before I even knew what I was doing, door flung open as I tore past the front desk.
"Vic?" came the call. I spun. Shit. It was him. Toby Martfield. The owner of the company I worked for. The man, that held my future in his hands. "Vic!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in greeting, a gesture paired with a friendly smile. A smile that morphed into a look of utter confusion, as I sped past, shouting something about being ill.
I took the steps two at a time, leaping the last four in a dangerous move that nearly sent me stumbling to a fall. Somehow, I regained my balance. Brogues pounding the pavement as I tore out the front door, down the street and around the corner. I glanced at my watch. Ten minutes left. I can make it. Adrenaline pumping, mind racing, as blood pounded in my ears, erasing all form of logical thought. All I could see was Ayra's slender silhouette, and the swell of her huge tits. And of course her cock. The sword-like protrusion, that I realised as I ran, that I could not live without. I wanted it. No, I needed it.
With some surprise, I realised I had arrived. I stopped, leaning against the door as I gasped for breath, panting, like the dog I was. Then, I was falling.
"Cutting it fine." her sultry tone, deep, sensual, like a lightning bolt down my spine, even as I realised that Ayra had opened the door, and I had fallen inside. "at least you know your place." she smiled. A wicked smile. Looking down at me with a hint of disgust. That very same look that she had used last night. She was naked. Massive breasts, rising and falling with her breaths, above a tiny flat waist, and great flaring hips. Immediately, I was hard again. "you're wet." she stated, in a tone of disapproval, eyeing my fine shirt, that had turned near translucent, drenched as it was in my own sweat. "take it off."
Buttons went flying as I raced to comply, knowing what would happen should I hesitate. Strangely, Ayra hadn't even waited to see that I had followed her orders, the woman already halfway down the hallway before me, her impossibly perfect arse swaying seductively as she walked, cock dangling within the gap that seperate her thighs.
I moved to rise, to follow her, but froze as she clicked her tongue.
"dogs don't walk." she purred, then smiled as I scrambled after her on all fours, into a carpeted room.
"oh, he's a pretty one." I nearly fell over in shock, as a second female voice exclaimed. The shame at the situation burning in my cheeks as I realised that someone else was seeing me at my worst.
"I told you." Ayra replied smugly, gesturing for me to kneel before them, as she seated herself beside the other occupant, on a large red sofa.
Where Ayra was tanned, her companion was pale. Where she was dark of hair, her friend was blonde. In fact, everything about the woman seated beside Ayra, was near enough the polar opposite of her. But by god, was this other woman beautiful.
"Vic, meet Peaches." Ayra spoke matter of factly, as she nodded to her friend, despite her predatory stare never leaving my face. "come say hi." she ordered, then smirked, as her friend uncrossed her legs. The monster that exploded from within, looked almost fake at first glance. So perfectly cock-shaped, that I thought it must have been a dildo, or somesort of strap on. You know when a penis looks almost too perfect to be real? The shape of the head being the perfect helmet, and the veins, defined just so, as they snaked up the incredible length of the meaty rod. not to mention the fact that it appeared almost impossibly large. Ayra's twelve inches, beside whatever the fuck now stared me in the eye that had emerged from between peaches legs, looked infantile in comparison.
"don't be scared, baby boy." peaches purred, gesturing for me to approach. Beside her, Ayra's own member had begun to swell, her legs parted, leg lifted and locked over her companion's as she began a steady beat with her fist over the rapidly swelling beast.
"Now, Vic." she ordered.
I slid forward on my knees, rapidly, almost falling face first into the terrifying serpent of Peaches' cock, steadying myself before I fell with a hand on either of her knees. The woman giggled prettily and the purple crown of her penis slapped me in the cheek, my eyes widening in shock as I recoiled back slightly.
She smelt different to Ayra. Not in a negative way, just... Different. She smelt sweeter. Vaguely like strawberries. Ironic, I thought. Strawberry peach.
"don't just stare at it baby boy. Suck it." Peaches whispered, breathlessly. My proximity to her cock clearly having as much of an effect on her, as it was on me. The monster pulsed, bouncing upward as she tensed in preparation.
This time, I didn't even query it. I didn't wonder what the fuck I was doing, in a strangers apartment, on my knees before two girls with cocks that could rival king kong's own, both pointed at my face. Instead, I did as I was told. I sucked.
Peaches gasped as I wrapped my lips about the throbbing head of her erect beast, tracing the ridge with the tip of my tongue. Flicking the little bit of skin that joins head to shaft, delighting in the little jolts and shivers that it resulted in, that escaped in the form of gasps and cries of pleasure.
"There's a good little slut." Ayra whispered approvingly, her own monster at full mast beside my ear. Without instruction, one of my hands moved toward it, gripping her thick shaft, relishing the firm heat that radiated from it, as I began to pump my own fist up, and down it's now familiar length. Ayra gasped in surprise, before another dark smile split her perfect lips. "good boy." she whispered. She moved in my peripheral, though my view was consumed by my current target. Peaches cosmetically enhanced lips glistening as they parted, slitted eyes locked to mine as I swirled my tongue around the great helmet in my mouth. She was too big to go any further, I knew that without even-in that moment, I realised what the movement I had seen had been. Ayra, lifting one hand. One hand that slammed into the back of my head, impaling my face on the lance erupting from this blonde goddesses' groin. Panic enveloped me, as the force became unrelenting. Peaches' cock rock hard at the back of my throat, forcefully pushing open the passageway as my body convulsed, and twitched, as my gag reflex kicked in. My jaw ached, eyes pissing tears, as the beast moved deeper and deeper into me, all the while Peaches's gasps of pleasure amplifying tenfold. Then I was free.
I gasped, as my airways cleared, wiping tears away from leaking eyes to clear my vision, but not fast enough. I felt my head moving forward, until my lips met skin. I blinked in surprise. Peaches, had shifted, lifting her legs with the assistance of Ayra, who now stood over her, each of the blonde woman's legs in either hand, as she bent forward. The sound of lapping emerging from behind her, a steady pattern of licking, coupled with a manicured hand tipped with pretty pink nails gripping either side of Ayra's arse cheeks, holding them apart so that she could access her prize.
"Eat." Ayra gasped, forcing my head forward once more, down between the rising mounds of Peaches' own arse cheeks, until my lips were pressed against the hot ring of puckered flesh that awaited me within. Lust raged within me unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Pure, undiluted, unfiltered, desire, that forced my tongue forward like a battering ram at the castle gates.
Peaches' hole opened up before my assault, with a muffled gasp that sounded from between Ayra's own cheeks. The taste of the incredible blonde woman salty with sweat, musky, and dark. A contradiction to her sweet smelling cock, and her strawberry scented odour. I loved it. Something about the smell, and the roughness of the skin that my tongue grazed and probed, felt so very different to the utter femininity of Ayra's, that I had tasted last night. Peaches smelt stronger. More musky, more... Just more. Her ring was stronger, more textured, and her insides felt... Dirty. Not dirty, bad, but dirty good. Filthy. I wanted it all. Nose buried in her sack, I pushed my face into her with everything that I had. Tongue frenzied, flicking from side to side as it delved deeper, and deeper, tasting her anal walls, sucking on the puckered skin of her ring.
I was so involved in my undertaking, that I hadn't even noticed Ayra move once more. Not until I felt something rip down my trousers, then slide between my own sweat-lined crack. Fingers. Fingers, coated with something cold. Slick. Fingers that pushed inside me, as I battled with Peaches's hole, my tongue my weapon of choice, cock growing harder, and harder still, as Ayra's fingers began to massage my prostate from behind. The pressure was incredible, rubbing me inside, In a way that I didn't even know was possible, my cock bouncing and straining against the new sensations. The fingers retracted, though only for a moment, before something else replaced them. Something both strangely soft, yet rock hard.
I gasped as Ayra slid her cock inside me, for the third time in twenty four hours. A move, that I regretted instantly, as Peaches shoved her impossibly large monster into my inviting hole, then slammed my head down upon it, at the same moment that Ayra bottomed out. Balls slapping against my chin, just as balls slapped against my arse, skin stuck to skin as I was held there, filled.
"oh my god." moaned Peaches, as she shuddered, her shaft pulsing In a way, that had it not been for last night, I wouldn't have understood. Cum sprayed from her fat rod, embedded as it was in the back of my throat, coating my tonsils and esophagus with warm, sticky heat, just as Ayra began to fuck me in truth. I gagged, sticky white fluid exploding from my nose, as the beautiful latina slammed into me from behind, my hole screaming as much from pleasure as it was pain, with every thrust. Peaches held me there, as Ayra fucked my arse like a demented psychopath from behind, the blonde woman shuddering, and shaking as her flesh volcano erupted over, and over again, with hot rope after rope. The semen bursting from around her own cock locked in my lips, and dripping from both of my nostrils,as the black haired queen violated me behind.
Finally, I felt the telltale signs that the end was near. Ayra's cock pulsing, swelling pleasurably inside me as it grew warmer, and harder, her thrusts faster and shorter in time with her quickening breath. She slumped forward, teardrop breasts pressed against my naked back, as her gasps of pleasure filled my ears, just as her twelve inch cock exploded inside me. I could feel it. Every sticky hot rope as it coated my guts from within. Her rock hard beast rapidly deflating, softening into something less, until eventually, it slid from my leaking hole like a wet slug-like creature, leaving an oozing trail of sticky white in its wake. Ayra, breathless, panting on my back as I fell forward into Peaches crotch, her own cock soft, sticky and wet in my mouth. The blonde woman had fallen back into the sofa, eyes closed as she panted deeply, leaving me, sandwiched between the pair, leaking from both lips, and arsehole, with the sticky white fluid of both beautiful women.
I smiled, remembering the look on my boss's face.
Worth it.