When I think noone watches me I scratch my testicles and immediately pull my fingers back to my nose to smell the perspiration.

Karen Smith lay back on her beach towel, clad only in a skimpy red bikini, and thought, "This is the life." She had landed in Ibiza two days earlier with her son, Kurt, for a three-week holiday, just the two of them. It had been an especially rainy season in London and they were both ecstatic to be getting some time in the sun. Karen typically wore one-piece bathing suits but her ivory skin was so starved for color that she decided to pack nothing but bikinis, a fact that hadn't escaped Kurt's attention.

At 42, Karen looked stunning, especially compared to Kurt's friends' moms, most of who you would never care to look at naked. But not Karen. She was often compared to Sophia Loren, and she knew that the compliment men were giving her was, "I bet you'd be dynamite in the sack." Her shoulder-length chestnut hair still shimmered in the sun and her long, shapely legs were the envy of all of Kurt's friends. Her 36D chest never needed padding to fill out the prim and proper suit jackets that she typically wore to work as a real estate broker, and more than one client had taken the opportunity to cop a feel whilst they were alone in a flat. Kurt's father had been nothing more than a sperm donor and for Kurt and Karen's entire life, their relationship was just that of mother and son. Recently, however, they had become more like friends.

"I'm heading into the water for a bit, Mom, don't burn," Kurt said, standing from his towel and removing his sunglasses.

"Okay love, don't wear yourself out," Karen said with a sly grin.

Kurt Smith was an athletic 22-year-old whose average height belied the above average dick that he carried with him. It gave him a confidence that most girls were attracted to, and he always enjoyed the look on their faces when they spied his member for the first time.

He hadn't had a girlfriend for a few weeks, and accordingly, was staring at even more girls than usual. On this particular day, however, the sunny cove where they were sunning themselves had only one other family further down the beach.

As Kurt bobbed in the salty Mediterranean water, he looked back at shore and saw only his Mom.

"Fuck me," he thought, "have her tits always been that big?"

The red spandex strained to contain her large orbs and the contrast between her pale skin made the bikini glow even brighter. She stood up to stretch just now, and turned around looking at the beach bar, giving Kurt a perfect view of the cleft of her ass. The bikini had ridden up while Karen was sitting down so that it looked almost like a thong.

"I'm getting turned on by my own Mom," Kurt thought. "How sick. I mean, I know she's got a great body and there's nobody else around but c'mon, we've lived together for so long, am I really getting hard over her?"

But he was. Under the cool water's surface, Kurt's cock was growing ever larger, and he could not take his eyes off of Karen's heavy tits, barely supported by the flimsy red material. He knew that as soon as he could get his hard-on to subside, he would have to make a beeline for their villa and jerk himself off, hard.

For her part, Karen was fantasizing herself about how long it had been since she had had a good fucking. Being a mom was no longer a big part of her life with Kurt being a man, but she still could not find much time to meet quality men. It wasn't even the companionship that she longed for, but more the lurid side of sexual intimacy with a man, any man, that she craved. Holding a cock in her hand as it filled with blood and grew, the firmness it got when she tugged on it...these were things she could have with any man, and they would fulfill her sexual desires, but it was still an effort.

"I'm heading back to the villa, Mom, you need me to bring anything back for you?" Kurt broke Karen from her daze as he toweled himself off.

"No, thanks, I'll probably come back in a little while too," she said. She noticed that Kurt looked especially good today, the bright Spanish sun shining off of his sculpted chest. "If only he weren't my son," Karen thought, "I would definitely let him fuck me. Too bad that's such a hangup, that adults can't service each other sexually if they both need it."

Her pussy tingled at the thought of having their big villa together for three weeks, fucking one another on all of the furniture, in the bathroom shower, on the terrace, doggy style in front of the sliding glass door.

"How nice would that be," Karen thought, "to be able to satisfy each other's cravings and then get on with the day. I'm sure we'd both enjoy the vacation a lot more. Society.."

Kurt was barely in the door before he stripped his swim trunks off and laid back on the bed in his downstairs bedroom. Karen had chosen the master bedroom upstairs so that they would have a bit of privacy, even though there were two bedrooms on the ground floor.

"It's too bad there weren't more girls at the beach today," Kurt thought as he gently squeezed his still damp cock. "That Swedish woman from last year was the hottest thing ever."

Kurt thought back to the previous year's trip when a mature Swedish woman had set up her sun umbrella next to his. He was at the beach alone that day and feeling talkative, so he struck up a conversation with the Swede. The mother of three was in her 50s and had some lines of age on her face but her smile was dazzling and her blonde hair almost platinum, which made her deep tan even more alluring. As the day went on, they both became overheated and went down to the water together.

After floating a few feet from one another and obviously flirting, Kurt tentatively reached out to touch her waist. The mother flinched at first but then smiled broadly and brought Kurt's hands up to her large breasts. They sagged slightly in her bikini but she was completely uninhibited and swung her body around without regard for how much her tits moved, and Kurt found it very erotic. Floating in the ocean, they groped each other's bodies for a long time before going back to the sand and making out on their blankets.

Kurt moaned as he stroked his rod and continued to think back on the mature blonde woman, unaware that a mature brunette was listening to him. Karen had decided to come back to the house early for a drink, and she heard Kurt's heavy breathing as soon as she entered the villa. Seeing his trunks on the floor through his doorway, she knew he could only be masturbating.

"Oh my God, even my own son can get some relief, I wish it were easier for me." Karen threw her sarong onto the couch and slipped into a pair of high heeled espadrilles she had by the door. Their cork bottoms allowed her to get right to the edge of Kurt's bedroom before he would hear her. She didn't have any plans, but was just going by instinct.

Karen's calves were flexed from the high wedges, and she had beads of sweat sliding down the insides of her thighs. Her breathing was more ragged and she noticed with utter certainty that her pussy lips were tingling noticeably. Her son's masturbation was arousing Karen.

"If it were just as easy to use his cock as a dildo, and frig myself, then I could just...use him, and he could use me, we could both cum, and get back to life!" She was actually thinking that it sounded like a good plan, but she wasn't sure how Kurt would take it.

"If I'm matter-of-fact and a little insistent, what 22-year-old WOULDN'T like to be serviced on vacation?!" She pushed her breasts so that the nipples were closer to the inside border of her bikini top, and the dark areolas were showing. Karen stepped to the edge of the doorway.

Kurt was now pumping harder, his glans head wedged firmly on top of his fist. Eyes closed, he was moving his hips so that the bed shook slightly on the tile floor.

"Ahem."

Kurt heard Karen's noise, his eyes flew open, and he started to scoot to the top of the bed.

"Whooo, Mommm, I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Ahhhh."

"It's okay Kurt, I know what men your age do, it's not a big deal." Kurt's mom put her hand on the door jamb to seem casual and crossed her legs at the ankles. "Believe it or not, women have those needs to, they just don't talk about it. But even me, your Mom."

Kurt thought about his Mom having sexual needs and it couldn't help but put an image in his head of her being fucked over the back of a couch, hands gripping the pillows while someone, maybe him, entered her from behind again and again.

"I guess so," Kurt said. He had one hand over his crotch but his stiff member was still so engorged that his hand couldn't cover the entire thing. Kurt looked his mom over now for the first time and his eyes glazed over with lust. He thought, "I know she's my Mom but I was just in the middle of jerking off and my mind is still on sex and, fuck, would I love to mount her right here."

As if she was reading his mind, Karen stepped gingerly towards her son, her hips still cocked to the side from the angle of her tall shoes.

"Okay Kurt, I'm going to be really blunt here. We're alone for three weeks and it's going to be really difficult for us to concentrate on having fun and living if we're both sexually frustrated, do you agree?"

Kurt gulped but nodded his head in agreement. "Where can she be going with this?" he thought.

"So," Karen said walking to where Kurt's knees hung over the edge of the bed, "why don't we come to an understanding." She squatted so that her face was level with Kurt's hips, her big tits suspended in mid-air for her son to gawk at. The mirror at the foot of the bed allowed Kurt to see his Mom's ass too, as she bounced slightly on her haunches.

"Why don't we just say that, while we're here in Ibiza, we can do whatever we want to each other. Sexually." Karen licked her lips, the sexy mature woman now certain that this was exactly what she wanted.

"'Sexually'?" Kurt stammered. "So, what do you mean, DO whatever we want?"

"We tell each other when we need relief, and we use each other's bodies to get that relief. No judgments, no guilt, no awkwardness or hiding around." Karen's hands were roaming her body now, feeling her breasts and pushing them together as if in anticipation of what her son was going to do to her.

"Well...I mean, I would love to, but are you sure?" Kurt asked, smiling. "I get horny pretty often and usually jerk off three or four times a day."

"That's fine, Kurt, if you need me to service you five times a day, that will work too." Karen closed her eyes while she spoke and reached around behind her to undo her bikini top. "I might need you to...FUCK...me, every night if you can handle it." Karen drew out the word 'fuck' to gauge the impact on her son and it rightly threw him for a loop.

Kurt moved his hand from covering his cock and began stroking it again. "I think I could use some help now if you wouldn't mind, Mom."

Karen grinned and crawled onto the bed on all fours, her wedges still on her feet. "That's fine, son, don't worry. Mommy will take good care of you."

And with that she used her left hand to push Kurt's chest so he was flat on his back, and with her right she grasped his cock, her own son's cock, and began pumping it.

"Is this alright?" Karen asked innocently. "Is it okay if I suck on your cock? Suck on it until I make you cum in my mouth? Would you like that?"

Kurt was shaking now, his cock so ready to be serviced. He had needed to cum since he saw his Mom's big, full tits on the beach and had been jerking off for a few minutes before he came home. He needed his Mom to suck his cock and he needed her to deep throat it.

"Deep throat my cock, Mom." Kurt said uncertainly. "Please."

Karen laughed an evil laugh. "Don't say 'please', son. When we're servicing each other and helping each other to cum, treat me like a slut. That way it will be more of a separation between our normal time and our fucking time. We don't want you getting hard thinking about fucking your Mom's pussy in the middle of dinner."

And with that, Karen leaned down, her brown hair tussling over her son's stomach, and engulfed the length of his thick shaft in her hot, wet mouth. She hummed and moaned as she slobbered up and down on his slippery tool.

Kurt moaned loudly with ecstasy. "Fuuuuck, Mom, that's so gooood!" He shut his eyes and put his hands on top of his mother's head as she gulped up and down on his dick.

"Fuck his dick is so HOT!" Karen thought. "Not just big and smooth but actually physically WARM!" Her pussy was drooling already just thinking about having it inside of her. Her own son, Kurt, would soon have his dick buried inside of his mother. Karen swooned and blew her only child with renewed vigor. She was determined to suck him off quickly so that he would know how good she could be. She wanted to be a good dirty slut for her boy.

"You like that?" Karen asked in between slobbers. "You like your slutty Mom blowing you, Kurt? Sucking on your cock in your own bedroom? It's so naughty but I think we both know that we need to be helping each other cum on this trip, don't you?"

She went back to his dick with all of her attention, using one hand to stroke her son's dick up and down, the other to squeeze and cup his balls.

"Yeah Karen, suck it, suck my fat cock," Kurt said, getting into the spirit of his Mom's game. "Make me cum in your mouth, I need to cum." "Call me 'Mom'" Karen said, stopping just long enough to look her son directly in the eyes so that he knew exactly what it was they were doing. Getting a blowjob from his Mom.

"Mom, keep sucking my dick. Suck it now you slut." Kurt smiled even as he said this rudest of instruction.

Karen laughed and went back to work, servicing her son's dong. Kurt then grabbed her ass and slapped one of her cheeks, hard.

"I've wanted to do that all day," he said. "Here, swing around so you can sit on my face. I want to taste your pussy, Mom."

Karen couldn't believe it, her swollen lips needed attention badly and she was thrilled that her son wanted to eat her pussy.

"Ohh baby, that would be amazing. I'm just going to move around," Karen worked her hips and swung her knee over her boy's head so that they were in a perfect 69 position, her snatch just above Kurt's mouth and her own mouth still locked onto his dick.

"That's it, c'mon, sit on my face, Mom. I want to lick your pussy."

Karen obliged and moved her knees to the side so that her wet pussy was smashed onto her son's face.

"Ohhhh," she cried out. "Yeah, that's it, eat Mommy's pussy. Shove your tongue all the way into Mommy's little cunt hole." Karen squirmed around on top of her son, sitting back on his face so he could get as much of his mouth around her sopping pussy as possible.

"Keep sucking me, keep sucking my cock, Mom!" Karen had her lips at the base of her son's cock, tonguing the length of it. She was happy to suck his dick all day but she needed it's hardness inside of her.

"Okay, now it's my turn." She crawled off of her son's face and walked into the living room. Still wearing her heels, she bent at the waist and leaned over the couch. "Just fuck me, Kurt. Fuck me hard, and fuck me as fast as you like."

She wagged her ass back and forth and Kurt thought he might faint before he got to her. Sliding up behind his mother, Kurt aligned his hips with hers and guided his dick between her drooling pussy lips.

Karen shuddered as she felt her son's big thick cock slide inside of her. She leaned backwards and slammed her ass against Kurt's pelvis. The shock made him shuffle his feet but he soon found his footing and began moving back and forth more easily.

"Oh fuck, Mom! Your pussy feels so fucking good!"

"Much better than jerking off?"

"Fuck yeah, so much better."

"Good. Any time you want to fuck me, you can fuck me. If you want a blowjob, ask me, and I'll suck your cock. I just want to milk the cum out of you whenever you need it, and in return, I want you to fuck my pussy when I need it. That's only fair, isn't it?"

Kurt was into it now, drops of perspiration dripping onto his mother's pale back. He reached underneath and squeezed her utters together, still barely believing that he was inside of his Mom, fucking her with abandon. It was unreal that earlier in the hour, they were sitting side-by-side and not touching one another.

"You like it, don't you son? Fucking your mother? Fucking her wet pussy without caring who sees it?"

Karen abruptly pulled Kurt's cock out of her pussy, turned around and slapped him across the face. He could hardly believe what was going on but Karen was still smiling that devilish grin. She walked over to the couch and kneeled, sticking her ass up in the air.

"Come fuck my cunt, son. Fuck your mother's wet cunt until she cums. Can you do that, son? Do you mind shoving your thick cock inside my sopping pussy until I cum? You can just use me, you know. Use me like a fuckdoll, if you wake up in the middle of the night and need to get off, come into my room, lift my nightdress, lather your cock up with some spit and fuck me."

Kurt scrambled around the sofa and climbed onto the couch, placing his feet on either side of his Mom's knees. He braced himself on her lower back and slid down, impaling her sodden quim onto his stiff prick.

"I'm going to fuck you at least twice a day, Mom, I just hope you're okay with that."

Karen moaned and leaned back, not believing that her pussy was filled completely by her son.

"Just keep fucking me. When we're tired we can go back to the beach but for now, I just want you to get off. Just fucking use me to cum like some kind of slut."

Kurt fucked and fucked until he felt like his balls were going to explode.

"I'm going to cum now, Mom. Gonna cum, where do you want it."

Karen was frigging herself madly, not wanting it to end but wanting to see her son get off even more.

"When you're about to cum, pull out and cum on my face. I want to suck the last drop of cum out of you."

Kurt grabbed his mother's hair as he pumped furiously into her dripping pussy and at last felt like he was going to cum.

"Ahhh, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum baby, fuck your Mommy and cum on her face. I'm such a fucking slut for my son's cum, cum in my face!"

Kurt pulled out as Karen spun around, still drooling from being fucked so hard. She stuck her tongue out and licked whatever part of Kurt's dick wasn't being jerked and he began shooting rope after rope of cum over Karen's beautiful face. Karen was finger fucking her cunt and began squirting all over the floor at the same time.

The scene was surreal as mother, still in heels and bikini bottoms, pulled to the side, rubbing herself madly as her son towered over her and shot his hot cum all over her pretty face.

At last, Kurt slumped onto the couch. "Wow. That was fucking unreal."

"Just wait until dinner," Karen said throatily, sliding her finger over her face to wipe the cum off. "I think we're going to have an interesting few days." She laid on her back, her big tits flopping to the sides, and began contemplating the next place she wanted to fuck her son.

AI Generated Story and Pics:
A young woman, visibly exhausted and overwhelmed, slumped into a train seat with an expression of mixed relief and disbelief etched on her flushed face. Her body, once a canvas of innocence, is now a testament to an intense, unbridled sexual escapade. Her breasts heave with each erratic breath she takes, a sheen of perspiration glistening in the dim light of the carriage. Her skin is a vibrant shade of pink from the repeated friction of her unsolicited encounters, a stark contrast to the stark whiteness of the cum that coats her from neck to thighs. Her hair is a tangled mess, sticking to her face and neck, further highlighting the sticky residue of semen that clings to her. Her mouth hangs slightly open, a trail of the same thick, white liquid trickling down her chin and onto her chest. Her eyes are glazed over, unfocused, as if she's still lost in the haze of pleasure and pain that consumed her. Her legs are splayed open, revealing a pussy swollen and raw from the relentless pounding it endured, the juices of her arousal and the evidence of the men's release mingling in a messy puddle. Her asshole, too, is visible and stretched, a testament to the depths of depravity she's experienced. The train seat beneath her is stained, bearing the indelible marks of the gang bang she's just survived. The scene is chaotic yet strangely serene, a tableau of lustful excess captured in a moment of quiet aftermath. The only sound in the car is the muffled cacophony of the train's movement, a rhythmic underscore to the silent scream of her spent body. Her surroundings are a blur of indifferent faces and the mundane trappings of public transportation, a stark contrast to the carnality that unfolded before them. The scene is a powerful depiction of the most primal of human instincts played out in the most unexpected of places. 

I am headed to Vegas this weekend to celebrate my girlfriend's 21st birthday. We've got a spa suite and an 8 ball of some damn good coke. I need some advice from experienced coke users.

I'm not a newb to drugs but coke really isn't my thing. I am a heavy pot/hash/spice smoker, MDMA (rarely) and LSD (when I can get it) user. I believe in responsible recreational use. I stayed away from coke because of the stigma associated with it, but my girlfriend had a liking for it so I tried some at a party she had a while ago and my preconceptions died.

I would like any experienced coke users' input on things to look out for, signs that someone is overdosing. Obviously, major swings in body temperature, excessive perspiration, heart palpitations, etc... are all things to look for but I'm curious if there are more subtle signs before you get to that point.

I'm a fat guy and I worry about the health risks associated with stimulants as a result. I have a bottle of low dose aspirin to help keep my blood pressure down and I'm not worried about mixing with alcohol because I'm not a drinker.

I've spent the past month with some really shitty coke cut with vitamin B just to get a feel for the drug and understand how my body reacts to it, but the stuff we're taking on vacation is WAAAAAAY better. I've also got a snuff bullet so I can keep track of how much I've had instead of trying to quantify the size of a line. I always note the time of a dose of anything, that way when I'm fucked up a little later I don't get carried away.

Do I have my head on straight here? Any advice for having an awesome time on coke or avoiding/signs of an overdose?

A piece of erotica I wrote featuring The Joker and Harley Quinn. They are property of DC Comics. I am in no way claiming them as my own.

Mad Love... and Pain:

The first thing she noticed when she came to was the familiar gleam of his smile. "Mm...Mister J?" she inquired. She winced as she felt his hand crack across the side of her face. She went to rub the spot where he had connected, and quickly realized that she couldn't move her hands. "Now, Harley. Hahahahahahahahaha, you were told to do away with the Bat, but you failed me. Didn't ya hun? Hahahahahahahahahaha!" The Joker walked around the cross that Harley Quinn was lashed to. "You really let me down Harley. Now, I believe that a punishment is in order. Something......fun!" He let out another stream of laughter as he strolled across the room to a table that held an assortment of devices and toys. Harley's eyes followed him over to the table and nervously eyed the flog that he picked up. "Mister J. Puddin', is this necessary? I said I was sorry! Please!" She hung her head as he walked back toward the cross, slapping the flog into his hand. He gently lifted her chin so that their gazes met. "Honey, we're gonna play a little game and when I feel that you're sorry enough, then we'll call it good. Until that point, your ass belongs to me! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" He released the grip on her chin and brought the flog down across her breasts hard. She gasped, and a little scream escaped her lips.

He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. He pressed the button and the blade sprang out with a click. She eyed the blade, whimpering. The Joker ran the blade across her cheek, sliding down toward her large breasts. He cut the material roughly, exposing her chest. Harley was breathing heavy and was beginning to perspire. Her tit were rosy where the flog had struck them just moments before. The Joker smiled as he reached forward and pinched her left nipple, hard. She moaned and writhed against his grip. He looked into her eyes as he stepped back and brought the flog down again, this time across her bare breasts. The flog arched through the air and made a resounding crack as it connected. Harley screamed and arched her back against the cross. She felt herself start to get moist, her clit becoming hard. The Joker smiled and again brought the flog down, this time raking it across her left, then her right nipple. Harley moaned and bit her lower lip. He looked back at the table and moved toward it. "So, have we had enough? Nahhhhhh, I think not. Hahahahahahahahaha! Let's try this one!"

The Joker walked back toward Harley with a thick dildo in his hand. Her eyes widened when she saw the girth of it. The dildo was huge! She began to quiver with anticipation. "Now Harley, we can't have you tied up there when we play with our toys! Let's cut you down so we can play properly!" He let out another wild peal of laughter as he cut her down. He grabbed her by the throat and led her to a sawhorse. "Lay across like a good girl, and we'll see if your apology is sincere enough yet." He flung her over the sawhorse, and cuffed her hands and feet together. He finished ripping the rest of her costume off, revealing her full, pale ass. He swatted her bare skin, watching it redden. She jumped and uttered a muffled scream. He rubbed her clit next, feeling the moistness of her pussy. She moaned softly, "Mmmmmm, Mr. J." He slid his fingers into her soft, warm folds. He began to quicken his pace, sliding his fingers in and out of her swollen pussy. Her breathing became quicker as well, her moans becoming louder. "Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum, Mr. J!" He immediately stopped. "No you're not, my little slut. Not until I say so." He felt her body stiffen and then relax. "Now Harley, let's try our new friend, Mr. Big."

He grabbed the lube and squeezed it into the crack of her ass. He rubbed the lube around her hole, slipping his fingers in while doing so. "No! Not there! Please not there!" she begged. She began to tremble when she felt him press the dildo against her tight, pink asshole. He watched as her body tensed, then give up as he forced the head of the large dildo into her anus. She screamed as he began to fuck her, slowly, deliberately. She writhed and thrashed as he fucked her harder in her ass. He pulled the dildo out and watched as her asshole gaped open.

He put it back in savagely, and pulled it back out again. Her once small anus was now a gaping hole, which made The Joker smile sadistically. He asked her "Ok Harley, let's see if your apology sounds more sincere. Let's hear it!" She tried to answer, but all she could muster was a defeated whimper. The Joker frowned. "Harley. I'm disappointed. I thought you we're sorry. Well, I guess we'll have to continue until you are." He threw the dildo across the room and moved behind her, positioning himself to enter her. He unzipped his pants, revealing his large, throbbing cock. "Now my sweet. Now you may cum." He whispered as he reached forward and wrapped his hand in her hair, snatching her head back forcefully.

She whimpered as The Joker thrust himself into her dripping slit. He started slow at first, letting her feel all 10 inches of him. Harley soon began to moan, as he quickened his pace. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting harder. She screamed and writhed as he pounded her swollen opening. "I gonna cum! Oh my God, I'm gonna cum!" Harley cried. The Joker continued to pound her from behind, continuing even as he felt her squirt her juices all over his cock and balls. He felt himself getting ready to cum as well, enjoying the feeling that her wetness provided. He pulled out and walked around to the front of the sawhorse. He stroked his manhood, getting closer and closer to release. "Open wide, Harley! Here comes a surprise!" He let loose a wild laugh as he sprayed his cum into her open mouth and across her face. She looked approvingly at him as she swallowed the load in her mouth. "Mr. J, I'm sorry I didn't get the Batman for you." He placed his cock in her mouth as she licked and sucked the last of the cum from him. "I know sweetheart, I know. You'll get him next time, and if you don't, well, we can always play this game again."

I was bored at work, so I wrote this erotic abusive domination of a guy. Hope it is okay.
(in some ways, I wish this would happen to me)
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She started to finger her already wet pussy. She could feel her nectar dripping down her inner thigh, caressing her anus and finally flowing onto the couch cushion below. Her short raven dark hair glistened in the florescent light, as her soft ghostly white fingers toyed plunged in and out of her vagina.

“What the fuck are you looking at,” she said, still finger fucking herself.

He looked down, he had to. Her rose colored dark red lips, her pale white skin, and her blue eyes were too much for him not to want her. He had always wanted her, lusting just to be in the same room with her.
“Isn’t it funny that your brother was able to fuck this pussy and you can’t? You’re such a fucking loser,” her voice was cold and he hated how she treated him.

He was kneeling right beside her. He could smell her scent which was driving him crazy. He perfume smelled sweet and her dripping juices had just the right pheromones to make his cock hungry for her. He longed to lick her clean shaven cunt, and lick her tiny little asshole clean.

“I’d better leave,” he murmured softly, getting up and turning his back to her.

She laughed, “You like the way I treat you don’t you.”

He kept walking, he heard her get up but didn’t bother to look behind him. He felt a sharp blow to his head and he was dizzy. His head hit the hardwood floor with a loud thump. The pain was intense, his head was pounding hard. He felt her tiny fists bashing away at his face, not soft, but with the force of someone trying to do some major damage.

She looked at him on the ground, bleeding. She began to remove his clothes. It took her a while, but she
finally was able to. Finding some rope, she tied him up where he lay. His hands were tied behind his back, and his legs were tied together too. She gagged him, making sure any sounds he would make out of pain would be muffled. He couldn’t cry out for help, and it turned her on.

The room spun into view, first a blurry vision of mixed scenery and then it focused. He felt something tugging on his cock, licking it, taking it into a hot wet hole. He tried to move but he couldn’t, he struggled but something was cutting into his wrists and legs. The ropes were tied tight, cutting off circulation and movement.

“And here I thought you had a little tiny cock like your brother,” he heard her voice say. He felt his cock slide deep inside her mouth, her tongue flicking the head, down the shaft. He tensed up, the ropes cut more into his skin.

“Don’t fight it,” she said, biting on the tip of his penis hard, giving him pain. He tried to scream out but it was muffled by the gag.

She was completely naked, her small perky tits were almost a silhouette to him as she climbed on top of his body. He could feel her pussy toying with his cock, but not letting him inside.

“You want to fuck this pussy don’t you?” she asked with an evil grin that frightened him.

“Don’t you?!?” She screamed and slapped his face hard.

“You’re a bad boy,” she said, burrowing her fingernails so hard into his chest she could feel clumps of skin under her nails. She gripped his chest harder, she wanted him to bleed. Gently she let his cock glide inside of her silky smooth pussy. She felt every inch of his cock, so deep, pressing on her cervix.

As she rode him she started to finger her ass, pumping his cock and her finger at the same time. She let his wet cock slide out and repositioned herself and shoved his girth in her tight asshole. She went wild, bobbing up and down, swiveling her hips, feeling is cock so deep inside her sphincter.

“Fuck you,” she said, spitting on him and slapping him, “fuck you for being so nice to me, you’re god damned pathetic. You’re not a man, your my little bitch.”

She pumped his cock deep in her ass, and pulled it out. Her mouth opened and she took all of him, every last inch. She could taste her own shit, and it turned her on. The fury of her face, bobbing up and down, her hair flipping wildly as she sucked him, licked him and stroked him, frightened him.

“Worthless ‘Mr. Niceguy’,” she yelled, clasping his testicles to make him writhe in agony. Getting up, she reared above him, straddled over him. He could see her beautiful body, a perfect body, petite and glistening with sweat. She knelt over his face, her ass arced up. He could feel warm liquid pouring onto his face, burning his wounds that she inflicted on him.

“You’re not even worth my piss,” she whispered.

Again she punched him, his face pulsated with pain, it burned with wounds that she had inflicted on him.

“This cock,” she said, grabbing his dick, “this is my cock now. I fucking own you. You’re my mother fucking slave, you little bitch. She slid her frame over his, he could feel how warm she was as her perspiration transferred to his skin.

She mounted him, smiling, sliding him in her. She could feel him pulsate with delight. Slow and steady, up and down, in and out, his rock hard cock was an exquisite delight to her. She hated him, but she also loved him. She needed this, there was no other way she could have started a relationship with him, and he was too genuine, too good, and too nice. She knew she had to break him, and she knew he wasn’t broken just yet. Breaking him would take time, but eventually he would learn to know her as his life, his world, and the only thing he ever would want or need.

She was gentle now, bucking her hips and squeezing his cock with her muscles. He let out a groan of pleasure, and with each and every movement his groans became louder. She felt him pulsating deep within her. Hot fluid streamed out of her pussy, down his shaft, it was complete. She kissed him on the forehead as his cock jumped inside her, still ejaculating white hot jets of seamen.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered in his ear.