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Tit for Tat - Part Two |
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By Nigel McParr
On that same evening Ward took Dahlia aboard his yacht, Marie called Jeremy from her car. “Jeremy, don’t ask questions. I’m picking you up in a half hour. Pack for an overnighter.” “Marie, what are you talking about? Dahlia’s not here. She’s tied up at work. What’s happening?” “You’ll find out soon enough. You best be ready when I arrive.” She smiled as she disconnected her cell phone. She could hear the fear - and the underlying anticipation - in his voice. This was going to be one helluva night. There’d be no plain vanilla for Jeremy. He was going to experience a succulent turtle sundae that would hurt like hell and propel him into space. The fact that Dahlia hadn’t enlightened him about her tit-for-tat strategy put a smile on her face. Dahlia had some skin in this game, too. Shoulders back, her heavy breasts bounced in perfect synchrony with the undulating sway of her hips as she strode like a model traversing a runway from her car and up the stairs to Jeremy’s condo. She loved it and could easily imagine how she’d look to Jeremy. She’d gotten herself an outrageous -do and put on a red T-thong, garters, dark-seamed nylons, stiletto heels, new navy designer jeans, and a stretchy wraparound Spandex top cut low to expose half of her breast flesh. It left no doubt she wasn’t wearing anything beneath. The poor thing didn’t have a clue when he opened the front door. She regarded him with darkly outlined eyes heavily shadowed in deep cerulean blue and watched him melt. He’d never seen her in anything other than her gray cotton uniform. Trapped in her seductive gaze, all he could do was stare in disbelief. Marie’s plump carmine lips brushed his cheek. “Your wife is out for the night. We’re going to my place.” She laughed as he followed her out to her car. The click of her heels on the pavement echoed across the compound as he followed her to her car. The night air was warm and heavy with the promise of rain. Her skin-tight denim hips swung provocatively, captivating him with her every movement. She laughed softly, exuberantly. Damn, I love being in control. In the car, she turned to him. “Look, you want this. You want – you need - a strong woman to be in control. I can do that, Jeremy. You’re very fortunate that I’ve taken a liking to you. However, make no mistake. I will only take charge if you agree to do as I say. If you do that, I’ll reward you for being a good boy. If you don’t agree, I’m outa here.” “But what about-” “Forget her!” Her hand slid over his crotch. “Aha! I see your little rooster is waking up. Time to crow, eh? It’s very small, but you mustn’t worry. Mama knows how to make small roosters big.” She drove him to her modest home in a Hispanic neighborhood south of downtown. Her home wasn’t far down river from the marina where Ward moored his yacht. She fixed him a stiff and very large brandy old fashioned. He downed three of them to her one while she drew out the facts of his life before and after Dahlia. When he was relaxed, she took him upstairs. Feeling no pain, he sat compliantly on the bed and watched her light candles, which seemed to be everywhere. She knelt before him and took his hands in hers. Her eyes widened and burned into his. She began to chant in a sonorous monotone. Trapped in the liquid depths of her ebony eyes, he felt himself devolve. Like hot fudge on ice cream, he melted into the warmth of her hands, the lull of her voice, and her pillowy cleavage and breasts. He tried to speak and then there was nothing…
He could hear Maria’s voice, strict now with none of the softness he vaguely remembered. He heard the song and felt the sting of whip thongs cutting into his buttocks. As he slowly surfaced into flickering candle light, he realized Maria had stripped and bound him face down to the bedposts. Unable to move his limbs, he’d never felt more vulnerable. He tested the restraints but didn’t have the strength to break them. Maria paused. “Ah, your eyes are opening. I hope you are liking your submission. You want to be my plaything and so you are. Now, you belong to me and you must pay me first.” “I-I don’t understand-” “Your wife says you are too timid in bed. She asked for my help. I like timid boys with little roosters.” Jeremy lowered his head back onto the sheet. Reduced to a confused state of shame and helplessness, he began to realize this really was what he’d always wanted. His lifelong fantasy was coming true. A beautiful commanding woman was taking him to task. The awareness shamed and excited him. Dahlia was no match for Maria - the Haitian woman had a much stronger personality. It was if she had a sixth sense that allowed her to see into the dimmest recesses of his mind. Hurting like hell, he saw there was nothing to do but capitulate. Her whip was rigorous cleansing him, burning away his guilt. Maria’s accented voice cut through the thicket of his perplexity and pain. “Do you see that cabinet in the shadows? I have many things there to keep you under my thumb. I am a voo doo practitioner and I know how to use what’s in that cabinet. Don’t even think of disobeying me. Your training has just begun. Your wife wants me to continue. She’s given me free rein to manage you and I intend to take full advantage of that.” Jeremy listened in joy and disbelief. One thing was for sure: he wouldn’t go against her - at least not in his present state and her with a whip in her hand. A part of him was reluctant to show Marie how much the whip hurt. Another part of him was grateful for the relief even though the knotted tendrils were like swarming bees on his tender backside. When she finally put down her whip and released him from the bed, she wore an expression of detached satisfaction. She seemed unaware of her stupendous display of breast and cleavage, which aroused him even more. In spite of the angry hurt emanating from his backside, he felt the first shudder run through his groin. As her strong hands helped him to sit on the edge of the bed, his tiny cock quivered and stiffened. He didn’t dare look down at his meager erection. He didn’t notice the tiny smile spreading over Maria’s brightly rouged cheeks. She teased the tip of his cock with her whip, brushing its fronds over his plump balls and thighs. The heat in his backside and the caress of Maria’s whip electrified him. His cock responding in a way he’d never known before. It began to thicken and grow in a series of upward jerks. It stiffened and grew so hard it began to spasm. The hurt felt so good and drove him crazy. Maria smiled openly. “Ah, what a good boy. My whip is working its voo doo.” In the candle light, she saw the ivory glint, a tiny bead emerging like a pearl from his cock. His glimmering response endeared him to her. He was hers now. Dahlia would have to fight to get her husband back. She’d always been able to captivate any man she chose and now she’d brought Jeremy to his knees and into her fold. She had him tightly wrapped around her little finger and she intended to keep him there. She wondered if Dahlia knew he was clearly infatuated with her. Perhaps one day Dahlia would give him up and she’d take full charge. He wouldn’t have an easy time but what fun that would be for her. He was so like a puppy and eager to please. “I see that little rooster cock is growing. Do you suppose my whip is making it so big? Or maybe it’s my tits? You like them, don’t you.” Marie reached inside her top and took out a breast. It ballooned and grew in her hand as she pulled it free of the clingy fabric. His eyes widened as she took out the other. Her nipples were blooming, nesting like succulent fruit in dark-skinned areole beds. She presented her billowy bosom to him, tantalizing him, but not letting him touch her. When she released her breasts, they descended in deliciously plump twin arcs to cover the belt of her jeans. “Omigod,” he whispered. “Ah, Jeremy, there is more to come from my garden,” she said softly. With his cock more swollen and turgid than it had ever been and dangerously close to ejaculation, Jeremy could only stare at her huge breasts and muster a nod. “Damn,” he gasped as his cock shuddered and exploded over his thighs. Marie watched him come, noted his shame, and was amused. “Well, Jeremy, I can see I’m going to have to teach you some self control. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself.” When he returned, she was down to her scarlet thong and was sitting on the bed. She beckoned him to her. She took his half-erect penis in her hand and felt it quicken. “There’s hope,” she murmured. “Your wife didn’t know what she had. Her loss is my gain.” “Kneel between my legs.” As Jeremy complied, he looked hungrily at her breasts plumped out in her lap. He glanced up at her and she nodded her assent. His hands were shaking as he lifted them to her breasts. His tentative groping delighted and aroused her. She was even happier to see his cock was growing. She took his face in her hands and gave him a smoldering open-mouthed kiss before she pressed his face into the resilient heat of her breasts. “Jeremy, you are so sweet. You must trust me and more importantly do exactly as I say.” She let herself back onto her elbows. “Kiss me - you know where.” He lowered his head between her thighs. His breath and the brush of his lips over her thighs had a stunning effect on her. “Kiss me, Jeremy. Press your lips into Mama’s pussy.” He was shaking as he lowered his faced into the apex of her thighs and instinctively opened his mouth wide. He nearly came again when his tongue met the plump folds of her pussy. Marie quivered. She began to chant softly as his inexpert tongue found its way into her. She tightened her thighs around him. “Keep going, my little angel,” she whispered. Exited and eager to please his new mistress, Jeremy sucked harder. He teased and caressed her thighs until she thought she would explode. She groaned and thrust her hips into his open mouth, filling him with her the strip of her thong and her impatient pussy. “Take off my thong,” she gasped. A second later, his head was buried again between her thighs and she held him there, swearing she’d never let him out. He needed no prodding now. He worked his tongue in and out of her and the effect was miraculous. She was awash in ecstasy, close to the edge. She opened her mouth and screamed a silent prayer of thanks. Several orgasms later, she was so drained she could hardly sit up. She looked down at Jeremy’s boyish grin and smiled her assent. When she kissed him, the press of his lips and the taste of herself brought her to another climax. She got off the bed and gave him a hug. “You did very well, Jeremy. Have you ever done that with your wife?” “No,” he said softly. “We’d never do that.” “You’ll do it again with me.” Marie said as she opened up the bed. “Get in. I want you to fuck the daylights out of me.” As he lay down on the bed, he was shocked at the sheer size of his towering cock. It had never been this big. Marie leaned over him and let the tips of breasts brush his lips. His mouth opened, tried to grab a nipple. “I’m in heaven, he said.” “Perhaps someday I’ll let you fuck me there.” Jeremy blanched. “Omigod, Maria, I hope you’re not just saying that.” “Only if you behave,” she laughed. She stood beside the bed with her hands on her hips, looking down at him. She watched his eyes scan her huge breasts and areolas, her tiny waist, her hips, and the dark triangle of her pussy. She knew from his expression, he’d never seen such a magnificent example of womanhood. Dahlia could never measure up. She caught Jeremy looking down at his trembling cock. A droplet of clear come had seeped from the head of his cock. “Don’t even think of it,” she warned. She got into the bed and straddled his hips with the fleshy warmth of her thighs. She planted her hands beside his shoulders. Her heavy breasts hovered above him, tantalizing him. Trapped beneath her, Marie sensed his unconditional surrender. From this point on, he was hers. “You’re mine, Jeremy.” Jeremy smiled. “I’ll never leave,” he whispered. “Will you obey me?” “Yes.” Dropping her head, she kissed him. While she teased his tongue into her mouth, she slowly lowered her hips until Jeremy’s cock met the glimmering folds of her pussy. She let his rigid cock play over her pussy, creating currents of delight that ran deep into her belly and thighs. She lowered her breasts until her stiffened nipples grazed his mouth, driving him wild. She vaguely heard him cry out as she lowered her hips again and the swollen tip of his cock nudged harder at her pussy. She carefully lowered herself onto him, controlled the entry of his swollen cock. She barely heard his moans of pleasure. In fact, she ignored them. Her sole focus was fucking Jeremy and deriving her own pleasure. She would take every blessed inch of him. He began to thrust, just enough to slip his bulbous cock beyond her satiny outer lips. The pleasure she felt as he entered her was new found. “Jeremy, lie still now and let me manage. Suck my tits. I’ll tell you when to push.” “I never…felt…this…before.” When his mouth closed over her breast and nipple, she felt his cock stiffen and grow even thicker. Anxious as she was to get all of him into her, she waited until he had settled into her breasts. She would not let him come prematurely. The effect he was having on her was amazing. No man had ever made her feel this good. “Jeremy, you are a naughty boy. You didn’t tell me how huge you actually are! Don’t move. Mama sets the pace.” As she eased herself down onto his towering cock and he went deeper, the ridges of his rock-hard cock spawned a series of pre-orgasms that rocketed through her. “Migod, Jeremy,” she gasped. No longer able to wait, she dropped her hips and felt his cock run deep. His balls slapped and settled between her thighs. Jeremy was in ecstasy now, clutching her hips and sucking furiously at her breasts. She could feel the pulsating spasms rocketing through his stiffened cock. He was very close, but she wasn’t ready to let him go. One more push and then she’d hold him for as long as he could stand it. “O-o-g-h, please,” he whimpered. “Jeremy, be patient.” Marie slowly lowered her hips until her pussy had swallowed him whole. As his cock torpedoed into her, she experienced an orgasm whose depths she’d not known before. She could feel his throb inside her, but he hadn’t come. He was holding himself in for her pleasure. With all of Jeremy inside her, she paused to relish her control over him. She wished Dahlia were here to see her play her husband like a fine old violin. “Diddle my tits until I say go.” While Jeremy lifted his head into the softness of her breasts and took them into his mouth, she closed her eyes and immersed herself in the orgasmic river of pleasure flowing through her. She could not have been more pleased with Jeremy’s response. She’d grown his cock, she was fucking him on her terms, and he didn’t fight her when she took control. Next time she’d introduce him to another other toy in the cabinet. A little something she’d slip up his backside after she’d soundly spanked him. With a sideways motion of her hips, she pulled Jeremy away from her breasts. Deep inside her, his cock jumped at the movement. It swelled and throbbed like a beating heart. He looked up at her with an imploring expression. “It’s time, Jeremy. Now you’re going to sock it to mama. Be still while I milk that big cock.” “Yes, Ma’am,” he whispered, wondering how in hell he could possibly lie still. He fought off the compelling urge to throw himself between her thighs. Every fiber of his being wanted to be inside her. She lowered her head and kissed him. “I love you, Jeremy.” She began to rhythmically lift and drop her hips onto Jeremy’s great cock. The effect was spiritual. Marie felt herself going out of body, soaring above peaks she’d never imagined possible. No boyfriend had ever elevated her to such exquisite heights. Jeremy was squirming, fighting to lie still. She knew he could not contain his exuberance. Every time she settled her great hips onto him, he screamed unabashedly. Finally unable to control himself, just as she was settling herself, he met her descent with his own upward thrust. It was too much. He shook as he ignited; shuddering, juddering, and punctuating each spurt of come with a yell. At his first release, Marie plumped herself onto him and savored every drop of his sacrificial offering. She could feel his desperation, his desire to surrender to her, and she loved every spasmodic second. Jeremy was a cannon, firing round after round of hot love into her belly. Maria milked him expertly until his last spasm had faded away. He had given her his all. He had nothing left. He was hers. He wrapped his arms around her neck and gave her a radiant smile. “Did I do good?” “You were spectacular. I feel sorry for your wife. She doesn’t have a clue.”
A few days later, Marie met with Dahlia in her office. Marie outlined her first night with Jeremy. She did not mention his phenomenal cock growth or that the next morning Jeremy’s cock was back to normal. “He’s eating out of my hand, Dahlia. Have you noticed any difference in him?” Dahlia smiled. “Funny you should mention that. He’s so much more polite and considerate.” She gestured to a lovely bouquet of crimson roses on her credenza. He actually sent me flowers. Did you put him up to it?” Maria shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t do that to you. He’s begun to accept his place in a women’s world, Dahlia. He has a long way to go before I’ll be satisfied.” “I wish I were as strong as you, Maria.” “Not to worry, Dahlia. You’re strong, but in a different sort of way.” “Keep me posted on his progress. He thinks he’s getting away with something,” Both women laughed at that while Dahlia checked her schedule and Ward’s and the two women set up another overnighter for Jeremy.
That evening at dinner, Jeremy looked across the table at his wife and smiled smugly, “Dahlia, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more radiant and happy. You are absolutely glowing.” Dahlia returned her husband’s smile. “Why, thank you, Jeremy. I’ve noticed a change in you, too. Those lovely roses - who would have thought they’d come from you? I’m seeing a spring in your step, that wasn’t there before. Do you suppose it’s something in the water?” Jeremy blushed. “Well, now that you mention it, perhaps it is…”
The End
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