Tit for Tat - Part One

By Nigel McParr
von_souppe @ hotmail . com
Copyright 2009 by Nigel McParr, all rights reserved.

Dahlia Harrison couldn’t help it. Even though she was married, she was falling in love with her psychoanalyst Ward Brownell, M.D. Everything about him intrigued and attracted her. To make matters worse, she was in an unhappy marriage. Her marriage to Jeremy Harrison had minimalized her. She no longer saw herself as the woman she really was; slender and attractive with a well proportioned shape, ash-blonde hair, and azure blue eyes. She was 30 years old and a competent businesswoman. Five years ago, she’d launched a home cleaning business out of her home. Now, she employed a dozen young women and ran her still-growing business from a downtown office. 

Her icon, Ward Brownell, was 40 and single. He was tall and ruggedly handsome with a salt and pepper beard. He was wealthy and strong-willed. He’d never invited her to his lakeside home. However, she had read about the 4,000 square foot edifice in the Homes section of the newspaper.

Dahlia adored the way he took charge at their weekly sessions. She began to melt the moment she came into the doctor’s outer office and signed in with his white-haired receptionist Miss Grace. Miss Grace was unfailingly polite and friendly with Dahlia. She jokingly referred to her employer’s private office as the inner sanctum. Dahlia agreed. His private office was like a nest - a refuge where she could throw one of Miss Grace’s homemade quilts over her legs and feel safe, secure, and able to be honest with herself.

At two o’clock sharp, Dahlia came into Ward’s office for a session. She was not wearing her usual work attire: mom jeans, sneakers, and a blouse. For the session, she had on indigo designer jeans, spike-heeled boots, and a top that did not hide the fact she was braless. Her pert breasts bounced eagerly beneath her top as she crossed the carpet to Miss Grace’s desk. Miss Grace studied her for a moment.

“I declare, Dahlia, there isn’t a girl in this town that doesn’t look better in fitted jeans. Don’t I wish I could still wiggle my big fat bottom into a pair of jeans? However, there’s not a chance of that. I love your peek-a-boo braless look. Dare I say I suspect Dr. Brownell will, too?” 

Dahlia looked at Miss Grace with pleasant surprise. The secretary had never been so open before. In an unsuccessful effort to hide her spreading blush, Dahlia looked down at herself and brushed away several imaginary specks of lint from the rise of her breasts. “Well, I hope he likes my outfit,” she whispered. “I haven’t told you this, but I’d dearly love to have a bustline as big as yours. I mean look at you - cleavage to kill for.”  

Miss Grace smiled. “Why thank you, Dahlia. I’ll take that as a compliment. I am a grandmother, however, I assure you my husband and my sons-in-law still like what they see when I wear a low neckline or God forbid I don’t put on a bra. It’s funny. I tell you it drives my daughters crazy. They are amazed their mother who is now a grandma can still turn men’s heads.” She laughed proudly and unabashedly at what she'd just said. “You have a seat while I check with the good doctor.” A moment later, she returned to the outer office.

“You may go in.”  

The inner office was deafeningly silent. The walls were clad in a rich fabric and heavy drapes lined the windows. A fat wine-red leather recliner beckoned to her. Ward rose from his desk and pecked her cheek before she sank into the cushioned leather. Even though his kiss was simply a brush of his lips, she caught his eyes taking in all of her. His look made her shiver.

“So, Dahlia, what should we talk about today?”

Dahlia didn’t hesitate. She’d been mulling this over all day long. She threw the quit over herself and said, “I’m too damn submissive, Ward. I run a tight ship in my home cleaning business. I’m the captain of my ship. I effectively boss and manage my girls. I don’t take any crap from them. However, when it comes to Jeremy, it’s a different story. He makes me feel so inadequate. It seems like every young woman - even Miss Grace and she’s a grandmother - is sporting big breasts. Jeremy makes no bones about it. He likes big boobs and he ogles them every chance he gets.

“Not all men like big breasts, Dahlia.”

She snorted at his remark. “Do you know my bra size?”

Ward laughed. “No, Dahlia, I’m afraid I don’t. But now that you’ve mentioned it-”

“I’m a 34B!”

The psychiatrist didn’t respond. Dahlia twisted her head around on the leather cushion to glance angrily at him. She could see the thinly disguised expression of amusement in his crinkled eyes. “For chrissake, Ward, I said I’m a 34B! Those are small boobs! Do you know what else? My husband makes no secret of the fact he doesn’t like small boobs. He doesn’t know it, yet, but I found his cache of tits porn. I was so embarrassed and angry I’ve been unable to confront him.” Her voice had steadily risen to the point Miss Grace in the outer office glanced up from the magazine she was reading and strained to listen.

A tear trickled down Dahlia’s cheek. “That’s not all, Ward. I might as well tell you this, too. I love big cocks and I want to be spanked. I’ve never been spanked, but I want Jeremy to take me over his lap and wear me out with a belt or something. Worse than that, I want to suck my husband’s cock. I want him to shove it up my backside.”

“Have you brought any of this up with Jeremy?”

“Well, yes…no…not explicitly, but sort of - enough that he knows what I want.”

“What happened?”

“Not a damn thing! Jeremy’s a Puritan. He’s s-s-o-o plain vanilla. At the same time, he doesn’t mention his preoccupation with big tit worship. No matter the woman’s age, teens to grandmothers, he loves ‘em all as long as they are well endowed. The bigger the better - that’s all that matters. He’d love Miss Grace.”

“Anything else?”

 “Oh, yes. There’s the matter of Jeremy’s cock. It’s s-o-o small. I know he can’t help it. His mother once told me of all her sons he was by far the runt. Isn’t that ironic? Jeremy likes big tits and I like big cocks. And never the twain shall meet. It’s a bloody O’Henry story.”

Ward handed her a tissue. He spoke softly. “Love isn’t physical, Dahlia, and it’s not external. Love is what we see inside our mates and are drawn to it.”

 “I’m glad you said that. It makes perfect sense. I don’t want to leave my husband. I think I still love him in a funny sort of way. I certainly don’t want to hurt him. I-I just wish… more than anything else…he would take control. I want him to manage me and our home as firmly as I manage my business. Ward, I don’t want to change Jeremy. It’s not what either of us wants or needs. He doesn’t need me. He needs a strict mom figure.”

When she looked at Ward, she realized he was staring at her. Ward’s hand came to rest on her shoulder. “Bear with me on this, Dahlia. What was the name of that girl you recently hired - the bossy one?”

“Marie? You mean the girl with the huge tits?” She gave him a questioning look.

“Yes, that’s her. Just relax. I have an idea. Close your eyes and listen to me. Here’s what I want you to do…”

Jeremy had caught a bug that kept him at home for a few days. He was dozing on the sofa in the living room when he heard a key in the front door lock. Since it was cleaning day, he assumed it was Dahlia’s employee Annabelle coming to clean their condo. As the door swung open, he called out, “Good morning, Annabelle. I hope you don’t mind my being at home-”

He wasn’t prepared for the sight in the doorway. It sure as hell wasn’t Annabelle, an older woman with graying hair. This woman was dressed in the same gray cotton uniform that Annabelle wore, but she was younger. Her sensuous beauty struck Jeremy; masses of rippling raven-hair fell below her shoulders. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate. Her red-lipped smile was glorious. Her limpid mahogany eyes were large and swept with long ebony lashes. Her gaze was so concentrated he felt she could look right through him.

Where Annabelle’s uniform practically hung on her tall slender frame, this maid’s voluptuous shape tested every seam in the bodice and hips of her uniform. Even though her uniform front was buttoned, Jeremy could see the depths of her stunning cleavage rising from her neckline. He was stunned to realize she was not wearing a bra. The vision immediately caused his cock to stir and stiffen. Her unsupported bustline filled her straining bodice and rode close to the apron around her waist. Her breasts shook like jelly as she entered the condo and shut the door behind her.  

Her huge bosom and the sinuous motions of her hips captivated Jeremy. She had a presence about her, an aura that signaled an abundance of self-assurance. She was not embarrassed to see him in his pajamas. Her plump carmine lips curved into a broad smile. She spoke in a lyrical accent, “Good morning, Mr. Harrison. You look so surprised. Oh my, I’ll bet you were expecting Annabelle. Didn’t Mrs. Harrison tell you? How naughty of her. She’s assigned me to your home. My name is Marie.”

Jeremy’s mouth was dry. He muttered, “No, Dahlia didn’t mention anything.” His puzzled look made her laugh and her great breasts shake until he felt himself hardening into an erection. He hoped she wouldn’t see the rise in his pajamas. She crossed the room and stood beside the sofa. She looked down at him with her dark eyes and streaming lashes and took him in. she bent over him and laid her hand on his forehead. Her nipples hung inches from his face. He could see she knew that.

“You have a slight fever, Mr. Jeremy. Some aspirin will help. I’ll bring some down.”

“Thank you,” he whispered as he succumbed to her frank gaze.

“Well, I’m telling you this. Mrs. Harrison has switched Annabelle and me. From now on, I’m taking care of your home.” She set her hands on her generous hips and studied his face. Her lidded maternal gaze made him feel like a naughty child. Already, she was diminishing him, which he vaguely realized Dahlia had never done. A shiver of expectation, of things to come, ran through him.

“Is my being here instead of Annabelle, going to be a problem for you, Mr. Jeremy?”

“Um, no,” Jeremy stammered. “Of course not. Please, call me Jeremy.”

“All right then, Jeremy. I come to this country a year ago from Port-au-Prince, Haiti when I was just seventeen. Mrs. Harrison was good enough to hire and train me. I love working for that woman.” Jeremy could not keep his eyes off the sweep and motion of her breasts. She snapped her fingers in the air. “Well, I’ll just get busy then.” She moved away from the sofa and then she abruptly turned back to him. Leveling her finger at him, she flashed her white teeth and said in a firm voice, “You just stay put, Master Jeremy. You behave yourself and don’t you get in my way while I clean this house.”  

            Awed by the young woman’s take-charge demeanor, Jeremy shrank back onto the sofa. He tried to be inconspicuous while Marie vacuumed the living room. He nearly jetted into his pajamas at the persistent jiggle and sway of her heavy breasts and erect nipples thrusting through the fabric of her uniform. He’d never been so excited. She was a stellar vision. She involuntarily transported him body and soul to a different time and place. When she bent to run the vacuum cleaner beneath the sofa, he couldn’t help himself. He let his eyes feed hungrily on her outrageous display of rich sweet chocolate breast and cleavage. She caught him staring down her neckline.

            “So, it seems you like what you see?”

            “I-I didn’t mean to stare,” he stuttered.

            “Of course you meant to stare. You’re a little boy who never grew up. You like big bosoms and I see and like that about you.” She laughed. “So, maybe I should tell your wife what you do when she’s away? When the mama’s away, her little boy will play.”

            “M-Marie, no, please don’t.”

            “Well, then, when I finish my cleaning, you and I are going to have a little talk.”

            Jeremy broke out in a sweat. Migod, she’s been upstairs. Does she know about my paperbacks? No way. How could she? She’s never been here before.

When Marie came downstairs an hour later, Jeremy was dozing. Standing in the hallway, she could see his shriveled cock through the open fly of his pajamas. She wondered if he’d played with himself while she was upstairs. Well, that was going to stop. Mrs. Harrison had given her instructions and she meant to carry them out. She stripped off her rubber gloves and stuffed them into her apron pocket while she walked across the living room to the sofa. She unbuttoned several buttons of her uniform. Her heavy breasts sagged against the fabric and were close to falling out when she bent over him.

            “Wake up, little man, mama’s here.” Jeremy’s eyes fluttered open at the sight of her buxom cleavage hanging like a mirage before his sleep-filled eyes. He tried to lift his head and she pushed him back. “You may look, little boy, but you don’t touch. Don’t you dare touch yourself. Once you’ve learned to obey me, then maybe I’ll give you permission to play with your little rooster.”

She deliberately swung her great breasts back and forth, tantalizing poor Jeremy’s senses until finally he couldn’t help himself. Without ever touching himself, he groaned, shivered, and fountained into his pajamas. Marie watched and was pleased at the spreading wetness in his pajamas and his still twitching cock. She smiled into his scarlet face. “That was very good, Jeremy,” she said proudly. “You’ve passed your first worship lesson. Now your training can really begin. I’ll be back in a week. I forbid you touch to yourself while I’m away. Is that perfectly clear?”

  Drained, but still dizzy with arousal, all Jeremy could do was nod and salivate at the sight of her swollen breasts straining at the wash-faded uniform fabric. Marie straightened up then, closed her uniform, and ordered Jeremy upstairs to shower and change his pajamas before she left the house.

The next morning, Dahlia was in the office early, anxiously waiting for Marie to come in with her report. Jeremy had been nervous at dinner, but he hadn’t said a word about Annabelle or Marie. He’d hardly looked at her, which she thought might be good. Perhaps, Marie had begun to work her voodoo magic. She was staring at her computer screen when Marie knocked on the office door. Dahlia looked up. Damn, the girl had a spectacular shape: huge boobs, great ass, and a sweet unassuming face that hid her steely resolve. For a split second, Dahlia envied - even disliked - Marie.

“Come in. sit down, Marie. Tell me, how did it go? Was Jeremy attracted to you…that is, was he attracted to you personally as much as your fantastic bustline?”

Marie laughed deep in her throat. “Oh, yes, Ma’am, I’d say he loves my tits. Most men do. No offense, Ma’am, but your husband, he’s a boobs man alright.” Marie regarded Dahlia solemnly with her startling eyes. “Ma-am, I’m only eighteen, but my mama taught me well. I can read any man. Your man’s completely transparent. He responded as I expected. He’ll do as I say.”

 Dahlia eased out her breath. “Omigod, thank you, Marie. I wasn’t at all sure how this would work out.”

“It will be just fine; Ma’am, but I need assurances. I need to know I will not lose my job or my green card over this. I love what you want me to do with your husband. It’s a voodoo dream come true. At the same time, I do not want you to return me to Port-a-Prince. I’ve had enough of poverty.”

“You needn’t worry about your future, Marie. You are strong-willed and a survivor. You won’t lose your job or your green card. In fact, for looking after my husband I’m going to raise your pay. Of course, I’ll expect you to follow my bidding and keep me appraised.”

Marie nodded excitedly. “Ma’am, I didn’t ask for a pay raise.’

“You’ve earned it, girl.”

“All right then, so what should I do about sex? He’s already responding.” She smiled proudly. “I made him start to pee and then come in his pajamas without ever touching him.”

“Really? He must have helped things along.”

“No, Ma’am, I didn’t let him do that. I warned him he’d better not lay a finger on his rooster.”

Dahlia smiled at the reference to her husband’s small penis. Looking at her employee, Dahlia realized she had a lot to learn about men. “I never had that effect on him.”

“Few women do. However, I have voodoo and big boobs.”

“You have my permission to do with Jeremy as you see fit. Make his dreams come true. He deserves it. I’ll leave it up to you how you discipline him. Do whatever you think is best as long as you do it with care and understanding.”

“Of course, Ma’am. Can I take him to bed?” Marie’s eyes sparkled at the question hanging in the air.

Dahlia pursed her lips. She’d avoided thinking about that and Ward had not been explicit. He’d left that option open. She wasn’t ready to lose Jeremy. There was not going to be a divorce - at least as far as she was concerned. So, why shouldn’t she let him have some bedtime fun with Marie? It would be a reward for his discretion and his overlooking her indiscretion. “You may bed him as often as you think appropriate. If he doesn’t come home one night, I won’t press him. Just be sure you take the necessary precautions. I know you are skilled in the art of voodoo. You may use it on him, but you are not to seriously hurt or alter him. I will reward you for your efforts.”

Marie hugged her boss. “Thank you, Ma’am, when I get through with that cute little husband of yours, that boy will be a little puppy dog. He’ll know who’s the boss and he’ll do whatever you please.”

Twilight was settling over the metroplex. Ward Brownell’s yacht lay rocking gently in its berth at the City Center Marina. The Marina was within walking distance of Dahlia’s downtown office. Red and green lights twinkled on the nearly smooth water. Out in the channel a buoy rocked with the current and softly rang its bell. A woman’s laughter floated across the water.

Jeremy hadn’t asked any questions when Dahlia called from her office to say she had to work late to prepare for home show and wouldn’t be home tonight. She thought she might have heard Marie in the background, but perhaps it had been her imagination. Well, it was her day to clean their condo. More power to that young woman. Being made to answer to Marie had put Jeremy in heaven. Ward had picked her up and taken her to dinner at a waterfront restaurant.

After dinner, she hadn’t resisted when he took her by the hand. “We’re going for a long walk beside the water. Right there on the river walk for the first time, he’d taken her into his arms and kissed her. Dahlia crumpled and melted like sun-warmed butter into his powerful embrace. When they reached his yacht, he didn’t ask if she wanted to join him. He simply took her aboard. He seated her in the capacious teak and rosewood salon while he struck a match and lit a pair of storm lamps. Over smoky aged brandy and Belgian chocolates, they talked about nothing. Dahlia was hopelessly lost in Ward’s penetrating gaze.

“I know you don’t want a divorce, Dahlia. However, you must know you are mine now. Look at it as an unbreakable lease. Tonight I want you to forget Jeremy. If he comes into your mind, you must immediately do a stop thought.”

She looked fuzzily at him. The brandy was beginning to work. “Stop thought?”

“Yes. You see we all have the ability to remove any errant thought from our minds. Unfortunately, few of us know how to exercise that ability. If Jeremy tries to creep into your head, you eliminate him; you shut the door on him, by resorting to a stop thought. You simply order yourself to stop that thought. Tell it to go away.”

“How interesting, Doctor Brownell.” Dahlia said, suppressing a giggle. “Is there more? I must say you are so serious tonight.”

“I have reason to be, darling. This is a monumental moment for both of us. I’ve wanted you since the first day you walked into my office.”

“Really? You mean my boobs aren’t too small?”

 “You’re being very naughty, Dahlia. Your breast size isn’t of importance to me. It’s the sum of your parts, all of you, including your breasts, is what counts.”

Dahlia took another sip of the brandy and let out a giggle. So-o-o, Doctor Stop Thought, how do I stack up?”

“What you need is a good spanking, you insolent girl. What we’re about here is serious business.”

“Oh please, stop lecturing me,” she whispered. “The truth is you’re right. I do need - I want - a good spanking.”

“If you’ll pardon a very bad pun, that’s painfully apparent. After all, I am your psychiatrist, remember?”

“And you know better than me what I need?”

“Without question, Dahlia.” Ward slipped his cuff links and rolled up his sleeves. “I intend to thoroughly warm your bottom and then I’m taking you to bed.”

Dahlia felt the currents running through her thighs. Finally, it is happening.   

In the bedroom, he lit a couple of candles and then undressed her slowly, savoring every button and fastening. Her breasts were plump and firm with nipples that came to life beneath his fingers. His hands ran over her breasts and then down to her thighs, teasing, and arousing her like Jeremy had never done. He kissed her and she led him into her mouth with her tongue. She nearly came when his fingers began to tease the outer ridges of her pussy. He sat on the bed then and gently laid her slender body over his knees. He began with a few tentative smacks of his hand on her rounded buttocks. The spanking continued until he’d reddened her buttocks. However, it did not prepare her for what Ward next had in store.

She was laying face down on his huge bed. Her hips and her engorged pussy rested on a stack of silken-clad pillows. Though she didn’t dare look up at him, she knew he was at the rosewood cabinet. She heard him open it. Glancing up, she saw the hefty leather strap in his hand. He stood over her with the strap gripped in his hand.

“I’m going to begin now,” he said softly. “If it’s too much, you must tell me.”

Dahlia sucked in a breath and nodded her assent. She was compelled to close her legs to protect her vulnerable pussy, but her ardor won out. She forced herself to spread her legs wide and lift her bottom high while she waited breathlessly for the strap to descend. Ward was her Daddy now, her bulwark, as firm and unyielding as a rock pile. The first slap of the leather shocked her. She had no idea it would sting like that. Thankfully, Ward waited a moment to let the scarlet burn spread into her buttocks.

When he resumed, the leather struck harder, loudly and painfully, repeatedly smacking her bottom and hips. She tried to be a good girl and remain still, but it was impossible. Even as the excitement rose in her pussy and wormed its way into her belly and thighs, she twisted her hips and straightened her legs. Her hair came undone and fell over her face. She let out little shrieks of joy and pain as Ward stepped up the pace. He had started out with light applications of the strap. Now her hips were dancing and she was squirming while she sought to escape the strap.

He paused and touched the small of her back with his fingertips. “How are you doing, you naughty girl?”

“I’m doing just fine.”

“I’m going to double the strap now. It will hurt more, but you’re ready and it’s what you need, my darling.”

Dahlia nodded silently. She watched him coil the strap into a menacing loop with its ends caught in his hand. She wasn’t surprised at how much it hurt. However, she was surprised at the quantum leap in the intensity of her passion when the looped leather began to assault her burning backside.

When it was over, she was relieved and excited by her baptism under fire. She was hurting so bad, she could only laugh and struggle to breathe as he put away the strap and she climbed awkwardly off the bed. Her buttocks were red-hot and tingling. Already, the pain was beginning to fade and that upset her. She wanted it to linger so that she could savor every bit of the hurt. She was, ungodly hot now and very proud of herself. She knew she’d want that strap again.

At his order, she slipped her nakedness under the covers and watched him undress. In the soft light, his body shone like a sculpted bronze. He was broader through the shoulders than Jeremy with powerful limbs and washboard abs. God she wanted him. She sucked in her breath when he lowered his boxers. She tried not to stare at his huge cock. Flaccid, he was much bigger than Jeremy was when he was erect. She’d heard her girl friends brag about big cocks, but she’d never imagined a man could be this big. The sight of his gently swinging cock forced a groan from her lips.

He glanced down at himself. “Do you like it?”

She nodded dumbly. “How could I not? Will you strap me again?”

Ward laughed softly. “Yes, but only when you need it, which I suspect will be often. I keep a cane in that cabinet. I’ll introduce you to it, but that will have to be down the road.” 

“I can’t wait,” she laughed. “Please, Doctor, will you get into bed?”

Ward slid into bed alongside her. His hard body and radiant heat comforted and nearly melted her. She cried out when he cupped her breasts in his hands and nibbled at her ear lobes, sending silvery shivers through her. She’d never experienced a man’s lips on her ears and it drove her crazy. She wanted to ask him if there had been others, but she said nothing. 

“I‘ve been waiting my whole life for you,” she whispered.

 In the flickering light, she caught his grin just before he kissed her for a long smoldering moment. When she came up for air, he turned himself end for end and straddled her while he spread her thighs apart. She let out a little shriek - an omigod - when he lowered his head into the silky folds of her glistening pussy. In the half darkness, his colossal turgid cock hung like a billy club directly above her. It was a tantalizing piece of fruit. When his tongue slipped into her, she surprised herself with a boldness she’d never known she had. She took his rigid ribbed cock in her hands and struggled to fit its fat head into her mouth.

At first, with only half his head in her mouth, she wasn’t sure what to do. She’d never taken Jeremy’s cock in her mouth. She remembered her girlfriend mentioning giving her man a blowjob, but she’d not explained the process. Ward was driving her nuts with his tongue. She was already experiencing early orgasms and could hardly think. Blowing on his cock made no sense. Then it came to her.

Instinctively, she tightened her lips around the circumference of his cock and began to draw him into her mouth. She sucked hard like a baby at its mother’s breast. He jumped as she began to coax his life-juice into his cock. In that moment, she realized she could control him just as he was controlling her. His hip thrusts told her it wasn’t going to be long before he exploded into her mouth.

When he came, he pressed his thighs into her while his tongue stabbed deep. She screamed like a banshee when he filled her mouth and forced her over the brink into a monumental orgasm. Repeatedly, he brought her to the tipping point. Jeremy had never screwed her like this. She lay as limp as a rag beneath her lover while he continued to fuck her with his tongue. Through the climactic haze, she realized he hadn’t even entered her yet. She’d drained his cock and to her delight, it was still throbbing and as hard as granite. 

            He turned himself around then and lay between her thighs. The weight of his legs on her thighs was electrifying. When he bent to kiss her, the crush of his lips to hers caused her to stiffen while she experienced another glorious climax. She was barely aware he was lowering his hips. The candlelight caught the tip of his cock and lent it a crimson glow. Its tip was glistening as he let it nudge the wet pillowy contours of her pussy.

Dahlia lifted her head. “Ward, will it hurt when you put that monster inside me? I mean like can you get it all in?” Ward leaned down to kiss her again. She could taste him and herself on his lips. She liked that. It diminished her fear.

“You’re not a big girl, Dahlia, but trust me, you were meant to take a cock this big.”

Dahlia nodded and closed her eyes. “I’m ready,” she whispered. “Just get it in - all of it. I don’t care how much it hurts.”

 “My thought exactly, darling.”

As he lowered himself into the velvety warmth of her thighs, he nearly came as his flesh met hers. He moved slowly, allowing Dahlia to open herself up to the swollen head of his cock. Her tightness reminded him how she’d react the first time he butt-fucked her. He stretched her slowly until the head of his cock was fully inside her. She was moaning now, ignoring him. Her whole being had come down to his cock. He began to move in and out. With each stroke, the head of his cock went deeper. Dahlia drifted in a haze of pleasure that mitigated her hurt. She lifted her hips into him.

“More, darling…Oh, please…more…”

He kissed her with his open mouth as he thrust deeper. At her first shudder, his cock stiffened and grew thicker. Dahlia opened her eyes wide. “Goddamn, you are a fucking tree trunk!” The rock-hard surface of Ward’s cock triggered a fresh round of orgasms. She threw back her head and screamed.

            “Ward!”

            No longer able to control himself, Ward pushed into her until his scrotum slapped into the liquid underside of her pussy. She was in another world now, thrashing her head back and forth barely aware of her lover. His throbbing cock had taken on a life of its own. She sensed he was close, holding himself back.

            “Ward,” she whispered. “Let go.”

            He smiled then and let his great cock completely fill her belly, Dahlia nearly passed out as she hit the wall. She screamed, but her voice sounded like miles away.

Ward met each of her upward thrusts with his own. Ultimately, he had to let himself go. His cock swelled, exploded, and pumped a pulsating stream into her. At his first spurt, Dahlia pulled him down into her breasts and clamped her legs tightly around his waist while he emptied himself into her. She held him tightly in her arms, her legs, and her pussy until she'd taken every single bit of him and his offering and they were both completely spent. She looked up at him finally and they both knew without question she'd become his property. 

 - Continued in Part Two -