Chapter 4
She was naked now. So was he. He approached her as they stood in the attic of the warehouse, and he slapped his palm with the paddle. The lovely blonde Amazon recoiled at the sound of it. All too well she realized the devilish sting the flat piece of vinyl would cause on her bare flesh, flesh that was soft and yielding and had never known pain until today. The vinyl paddle slat, while having no weight, would, because of little holes in it, hit her in such a way to cause smarting burns in the sleek moonlike flesh of her ass globes.
In addition to the paddle which the shudderingly naked blonde saw Mike carrying, she was also aware of the strips of tape he had brought from downstairs. After setting the vinyl paddle down on the bed, he took Donna's wrists and crossed them in front of her, taping them together.
"Don't do this to me!" Donna begged, knowing she would submit to anything in order to feel what it was like to have that huge fleshy snake with the purple head worm its way into her cunt.
"Shut the hell up and do as you're told," Mike said, finishing with the tape, knowing tape would now show rope burns.
"It's just that I feel so helpless," Donna gasped. "It's a really terrible feeling."
"Hell baby, helpless is exactly what you are," he said, laughing coldly, testing the tape holding her wrists. "Now get that lovely white ass into position while I whale the shit out of it for you. Believe me, it'll make fucking that much more enjoyable. You'll see, honey."
Donna quivered at the strong, remorseless sound of Mike's taunting voice. She knew it would do no good to plead with the man. After all, she had returned hereof her own free will, entering into this illicit relationship willingly. She also knew, looking at the flat, almost flexible vinyl paddle that it really hadn't enough weight behind it to cause her any real injury. Even an inexperienced hand wouldn't really be able to inflict damage, and she had the feeling there was nothing inexperienced about Mike's hand. The man seemed to be dexterity itself from the agile way he moved. Nevertheless, the knowledge that her buttocks were about to undergo a fiery immolation of sorts terrified her, making her think her delicately fleshed white behind would become a bright red. As a result, her knees turned to gelatin.
Kneeling in front of the mattresses, she had her bound hands extended in front of her, and how she lowered her head to touch her hands as she raised the plump cheeks of her lovely backside. The skin stretched tautly over the plump mounds of flesh, and Mike, looking at the hillocks, licked his chops. Yes, they were nice and fleshy, all right. . . almost to the point of being fat. They waggled nicely, fleshily, and he breathed deep, knowing he was going to receive tremendous pleasure from walloping her rear-end.
Donna was well aware of how large her buttocks were. Since marrying Harold, she had put on seven pounds which, to some, might not seem a lot of weight. But Donna had always been conscious about her weight, and as a result, believed herself to actually be fat. She saw herself as a balloon, while Mike saw her as a magnificent specimen of femaleness. She vowed she would never gain more weight, but she was also determined she wouldn't diet. She hated dieting. She also hated wearing girdles, though the support foundation would have been helpful in tightening her stomach muscles. As it was, her belly had a slight roundness to it, while when she had worked in the fields in the Midwest, her belly had been as flat as a pane of glass.
Not that Mike really gave a damn about the fact that her buttocks were slightly larger than they ought to be. For five-thousand dollars he would have fucked her if she had been fifty pounds heavier. But those large rear cheeks did bring out the sadist in him, and he was going to wallop them. In fact, had Donna been fifty pounds lighter, he still would have found some excuse to wallop her behind. After all, the lovely buxom Amazon had to learn he was boss. She had to accept subservience, and had to be made to feel as if she were some naughty schoolgirl whose rump was about to be chastised for her indiscretions.
Though her buttocks had never been paddled before, Donna knew there would be gratification afterward. From the look on Mike's face, it was obvious he was working himself up in this manner so he would be able to appreciate fucking her that much more when the time came. As a result, she would benefit from his cock as well as he benefiting from her cunt. But in the anxious seconds preceding the wicked employment of the vile paddle to soundly swat her quivering, curvaceous behind and turn it scarlet, the thought of what his cock was going to do to her was of little comfort.
Mike smiled down with a wide grin, gazing with satisfaction on the blonde woman's upturned global protuberances. He loved the sight of the almost portly, naked body cushions spread so widely apart that the cleft between them no longer looked narrow, but rather like a shallow cavity. So back thrust were the full cheeks of her winsome ass, and so total was her rear exposure that the man was able to see those faint wisps of golden fleece surmounting her cushiony love nest as it popped forward from between her thighs.
Donna was kneeling with the swells of her sacrificial shining white buttocks pointed outward and almost overhanging the edge of the upper mattress. She quaked with fear, aware of Mike slowly moving closer, slipping his left arm around her waist and lifting her body a little higher and into better position. Then he raised his right arm, and Donna's tender rounded shapes, knowing what was coming, apprehensively clenched.
Whack!
"Haaauuuunnnnhhh!" the lovely blonde woman exclaimed involuntarily as the paddle rebounded crisply from the shape of her soft bottom.
As far as Mike was concerned it was a very light stroke, but Donna thought of it as particularly wicked since she had never been beaten before. The quick bite of the paddle on her poised hind parts seemed to blossom into an immediate burning throb. The pain slipped below the surface of her skin and simmered hotly in the depths of her gluteal flesh. Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Oh my God!" Donna gasped out loud, her voice a cry of anguish to some deity above.
Her weighty round asscheeks, already a dark pink and darkening that much more rapidly under the paddle's hot kisses rotated uneasily in a circular motion.
"Move it, baby!" Mike panted, swatting her again. "Not so hard!" she gasped. "For the love of heaven, not so hard." Her voice was a breathless gasp as she tried to keep herself from screaming. Not that it mattered. The heavy insulation lining all the walls also served as soundproofing and no one would have heard her, even if the store hadn't been locked.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Oh dear God! the helpless blonde murmured, her voice filled with anguish as Mike Ferrizo continued to steadily pursue his task of walloping the Amazon's backside, searching out what few white areas were left on the corpulent surfaces. They were few enough and far-between, everything turning a rich pink and then a brilliant carmine.
Donna's rear cheeks displayed a revolution of their own, moving independently of her inner desire to act aloof as she had done all the times her husband had fucked her. Her rear cheeks heaved and bounced, humping up and down as her belly pressed against the restraining arm wrapped around her until, in her struggles she lifted her asscheeks so high, she offered Mike a wide-open view of her parted vaginal lips. He stared at the curvaceous hair-covered mound of her sex, and his gigantic cock swelled and grew like a skewering sword.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Owwwwwwaaahhhhh!" the helpless female gaspingly bleated as the paddle came down on her rear-end again and again. Frantically she whipped her buttocks from side to side, trying to avoid the stinging vinyl paddle, but her range of motion was limited because of the grip Mike had around her waist.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"It hurts, dam you, it hurts!"
Heedless of the lovely blonde's pleading, ignoring her constantly frantic contortions as her buttocks helplessly rolled from side to side, he smiled seeing how bright-red her flesh had become, congratulating himself on knowing how to wield the vinyl paddle. He hadn't broken the skin and there was no bleeding, nor was there any internal hemorrhaging. He made her bend forward a bit more, stretching her ass-flesh that much more tightly, and then he hit a full dozen times, this time using more strength, redoubling the conflagration in her glowing hind quarters.
"Where does it hurt, baby?" Mike asked, mocking her.
"Y-you know!" she snapped through heavy tears.
'Tell me!" he snapped, hitting her again. "I want to hear it from your lips."
"My-my behind," she whimpered.
"Come on, sweetheart, you can be more graphic than that. "We're living in an enlightened age. I wanna hear you tell me what part of you hurst the most."
"My-my ass!" she gasped, crying out, realizing he was glorying in hearing her use words her father would have forbidden. "My ass! Oh God! It hurts so much! Stop!"
"Never give me orders!" he snapped, and in order to emphasize what he meant, he walloped her tender rear-end another dozen times as her cries anguishedly increased. The paddle seemed to rebound from the reddening flesh with even more devastating impact than when it landed on her cheeks. Her outcries soared shrilly.
"Owwww! Wwaaaannnnnhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Hu-uunnnnnnhhhhhh! It hurts terribly! No more . . . no more . . . no more . . . please . . . oh please . . . I'm begging you . . . don't hit me anymore . . . my bottom is killing me . . . have a heart.. . don't do this . . . please . . . please . . . I'll do anything you want.. . anything . . . just say the word . . . anything . . . please. . . . "
He continued ruthlessly flailing her rich red-tinted rotundities with loud, smacking salutes as the almost-pliable strip of flat vinyl continued "kissing" her frenziedly plunging, heavily perspiring flesh. Donna wished there were some way to turn the flesh on her behind inside-out in order to ease the horrible scorching pain she was feeling. The blistering descent of the vinyl paddle felt like pure fire as it burned through her flaming rear. A pillar of pure flame flared through her now as the pyrotechnic paddle continued its incessant descent on her simmering fundament. But it was all in vain. Her shrieks for mercy increased in frequency as well as in volume. Her frenetic twistings and turnings only succeeded in bringing some small area of unspanked flesh under the power of the walloping paddle, intensifying her agony and increasing her distress.
A smiling Mike deliberately rained another down-pouring of loud, explosive sounds against the fullness of the lovely lady's blushing rear cheeks-cheeks that were now brick-red. He was standing on his toes for more leverage as he hit harder and harder, gasping now from the expenditure of effort involved. The lovely woman's sobbing shrieks slowly but surely began dying away as she lost her voice, turning instead into strangled gasps as fiery tongues of wicked flame continued building in her rotating rear-end.
At that moment, Mike stopped. He waited a moment, then tossed the vinyl paddle off to the side. He continued circling her waist with his arm, holding her for a short while, watching curiously as her seething rear-end continued wriggling. Using the hand that had held the vinyl paddle, he began stroking her inflamed flesh very gently, fondling the rounded globes. Her skin now felt rough and pebbled under his palm. Yeah, she was learning, all right. She was learning the hard way just what it was all about. She was sobbing convulsively as her florid rear cheeks slowly calmed down, no longer undulating in their rhythmic dance. He was willing to bet this was the first time she had cried in a long time.
Releasing her waist, Mike undid the tape from around the blonde Amazon's wrists, and her two hands instantly leaped behind her, holding the full swells of her well-beaten rear-end as she rubbed the blazing flesh. Then she painfully straightened up, crawling off the mattresses and facing him. For a short while she did a little dance, moving from one foot to the other while her palms still clasped her crimsoned rear-end, and then she slowly sank to the newspaper-covered floor, rubbing her bare bottom across the paper in an effort to cool the flesh by setting up some kind of counter-irritant to the fluorescent torment in her backside. Mike smiled at the lovely woman's girlish reaction.
He waited until her loud, involuntary crying had finally subsided into a series of free-flowing sobs as the lovely woman rolled onto her side and continued massaging the spanked cheeks of her bottom, the other quadrants of which had already faded from their previous cherry red to a coral pink. Mike had never really spanked a woman this viciously before, and he was getting a kick from watching all this. He was marveling at the recuperative powers of the blonde woman and wondered if, somewhere deep down inside, she did have the blood of an Amazon flowing in her. Had he known she was going to sob this loudly, he would have gagged her, but that would have taken half the fun out of the paddling. As it was, the isolated nature of the rear warehouse had really precluded the necessity. As long as he didn't do any visible physical damage to the woman, her husband wouldn't complain. By the time she was ready to go home, all the sore spots would have disappeared, at least as far as the eye was concerned.
He walked to where the beautiful blonde woman lay on the floor and said, "Okay, baby, you took the paddling like a real trooper. Now I have something else for you."
Red-eyed, the lovely blonde female looked up and saw the massive girth of his huge erection as it stood out from his loins. He recognized the shining flash in her eyes as something other than unshed tears.
"My God!" she gasped. "Did you have to do that?
That was terrible. I've never been beaten like that before."
'That's only the first time, honey. Every time we get together I'm gonna wallop you one way or another. And you know you're gonna come back for more. Funny thing about this flagellation. The one being ass-whipped, namely you-becomes addicted to it after awhile and won't settle for anything without a good beating, first You'll see, as time goes by."
He reached a hand down, gripped her own extended hand and tugged her to her feet. She was still a lovely naked vision, the rest of her body a light rosy-white hue, the flesh firm.
"How old are you, honey?" he asked.
"Twenty," she admitted.
"Uh huh! A teenage bride, eh?"
He pulled her deliciously plump nakedness into his arms, pressing the full balloons of her breasts against his own hairy chest. For a moment the pair of them merely stood there, his aroused, upright cock rubbing its leaking head against her slightly rounded belly while their four hands massaged the fullness of the lovely woman's rosy haunches.
Mike was mentally savoring what he had done, but he was also savoring what was to come. Yeah, this was going to be some lay. Her slob of a husband didn't know how to properly use his cock. That's why the bitch had gained the upper hand. Well he was going to teach this cunt everything he knew, and in time, she would teach it all to her husband, and the husband would eventually get the idea and learn how to properly dominate his wife. Mike didn't like domineering women, but he did like a dominant woman who was subdued, as this woman was, at this moment. The knowledge that he had literally conquered this woman really turned him on.
She stirred in his arms, sighing tiredly, then kissed him solidly, first on the neck, and then on his mouth, feeling the tickle of his mustache. Placing her lips against the man's ear, she took one hand away from her inflamed buttocks, moved it around front, and let her fingers encircle the massive girth of the man's pulsating cock. God! It was so immense. She had no idea how she had fitted the fleshy monster into her mouth, earlier. The mere thought of sucking on it had her all hot and bothered.
"God!" she gasped. "I'm burning up. My ass is on fire!" she murmured into his ear. "But my pussy is even hotter." She smiled at him, blinking away her tears, then asked, "Tell me, sir, what are you going to do about it?"
He responded by picking her up and carrying her over to the pile of stacked mattresses. She whimpered a little as his supporting pressed firmly against her poignantly tender rear cheeks, and she gasped when the man stretched her solid torso out to its full length on the top mattress, making certain she lay on her back, causing her still-sore rear-end to absorb her weight. But he knew from the look in her eye that her mind was already on what was to come. She widened her full, pillary thighs anxiously as the man crawled onto her belly. Surprisingly, she felt no sense of guilt whatsoever. She had been afraid she would feel wrong about committing adultery, but now she knew she wanted to do it, and she wanted to do it with this particular man. She knew whatever the man did, it wouldn't be boring. In a way it was going to be as if she would be losing her virginity all over again because her vagina had never handled a cock this huge. She already felt reduced to a molten plasticity she had never felt with her own husband.
Mike's mouth hungrily sought hers and covered it, and she tasted a sourness from his having had too much coffee and smoked too many cigarettes. Nevertheless, she plunged her tongue into his mouth, hungrily probing between his lips and he sucked at the tip of her tongue. She nibbled at his lower mouth, gnawing at his lip while she used the tip of her tongue to lightly trace the inner contours of his mouth. She was grateful to her husband for having at least taught her this much about kissing.
From the way Mike kissed, it was obvious the man was very experienced when it came to women. Donna suddenly felt jealous. The idea of this masculine man having known so many other women bothered her. For the moment he was hers, and she didn't like the idea of "her man" having had congress with so many other females. She was going to have to show him just how good she really was. Not knowing her husband had paid Mike to be with her, she was determined to be so good, he would want her again. What she didn't know was that part of Mike's strategy was, no matter how much he wanted her, he would not actively seek her out. She had to do the seeking. Nevertheless, now that he was with her, he was hot for her, and anxiety for her well-fleshed body filled him. At least fucking her was part of the treatment. If he'd had to abstain from the final act itself, it would have driven him up the wall. At least her husband had enough brains to know Mike would have to fuck the woman.
Donna smiled to herself. This was a man, a real man. He was the kind of man for whom she would do anything . . . anything.
His face slowly kissed its way lower on her body, the mustache brushing along, teasing her as his mouth moved down the huge swell of her left breast until his open mouth closed itself on the rubbery thickness of her chocolate-covered nipple. It was a big, thick, round nipple. A swelling flow of simmering sensation caused fluid to spurt from the woman's anxious cunt-a cunt already wet because of the aftermath of the paddling she had received.
Donna's breasts were extremely sensitive, and it angered her that her husband never spent enough time on them. But this man was proving he had no intention of neglecting them. He sucked and chewed lovingly on the fullness of the generous pap, swallowing more and more of the meatiness of the teat into his hungry mouth while his teeth grazed the skin and the flat of his tongue worked fastidiously against the swollen nipple. When he was satisfied the nipple was as large as it would grow, he transferred his oral attention to her other breast.
Reaching down between their entwined bodies, she managed to grip the pole of his throbbing phallus. Her fingers teased and stroked its rigid length with an expertise she had never known she had, and all the while her vagina was salivating expectantly at the piercing it was about to receive. She somehow knew that nothing on earth would give her pleasure the way this immense cock would when it filled the vacancy between her thighs. Her vagina was still narrow because of the skinniness of her husband's cock, and she really looked forward to being stuffed by this thick sausage.
Mike's hands continued stroking the lovely woman's sleek sides as he hoisted himself a little and rearranged their positions a little on the bed. There was an old, tied-up bundle of paper on the floor, and reaching down, he used it as a pillow beneath the lovely girl's head. Donna liked that. No pillow would be needed under her rump, though. The billowing softness of her flesh was pillow-enough.
Mike kissed the shell-shape of the lovely blonde's ear, nibbling tenderly at the lobe, then darting his probing tongue inside, making the lovely blonde Amazon squirm with delight. She barely felt the heat or the soreness in her paddled rear-end any more. The man licked his way down her neck, using his tongue like that of an adder, darting it in and out of his mouth. He licked his way across her shoulders and over the fullness of her wonderful breasts, once again lingering on the tantalizing brown nipples, stimulating them to swell even more tightly. This woman was so hot, he wondered if it was possible to bring her to orgasm just by licking her nipples. Another time, maybe. This time he wanted to fuck her.
His mouth began moving lower, kissing its way down to her slightly rounded, protuberant belly. It was obvious from her reaction that she had no intention of stopping him, this time. Her writhing let him know how much she enjoyed the pressure of his working mouth.
Donna was well aware of the feeling running through this man. He had started out thinking of her as just a lay. After all, she had walked into his place of business and had literally offered herself to him. By the same token that was precisely what she had thought of him. He was just a lay . . . until he had started paddling her. The beating had awakened something in her akin to love. It was the closest feeling she had to love . . . never having really loved before. As a result, she was certain his emotions toward her had grown, as well. Anticipation heightened her excitement. Donna thrilled to the way his nibbling lips worked their way down to the sparsely bearded pubescence that curled ever so gently around the pink orifice of her yearning vagina.
As Mike's anxious lips continued their uncontrolled nibbling at her body and excruciating delight churned its way through her quivering form, all kinds of wonderful sensual emotion bathed the full length of her shuddering body. He began moving his body around so that his penis was to the side of her, and then slowly approaching her head as his own mouth pressed more and more deeply into the feminine fount between her tantalizing thighs. He lifted one leg and brought it down on the other side of her head as his tongue ran into the seeking depths of her pink foramen. The oral organ forced her labia wider and wider apart, evoking more and more gasps from the lovely lady.
The man's huge prong was once again dangling above her face, and this time Donna knew what had to be done. This time there would be no hesitation, not because she was afraid of what he would do to her if she did hesitate, but because she had discovered she wanted to suck on that massive organ again. His hairy, dangling balls were already directly above the bridge of her nose, and she knew when she had the full length of his meaty organ crammed down her gullet, she would have her nostrils pressed into the wonderful bloatedness of his wrinkled sac, smelling his maleness, thrilling that much more to it.
Her hand grasped the base of his huge, throbbing cock, jerking it up and down, teasing it, running her fingertips over the stolid length of it. Knowing he had come earlier, Donna was certain he would take his time in climaxing, now. She squeezed it, feeling prickling sensations charge through her as his tongue continued its oral investigation of her inner femininity. The tongue licked down and in again and again.
Her womanly juicy sweetness filled Mike's mouth, and he had to admit this was a particularly tasty woman. Some women were bitter down there, but not this one. He sucked, feeling a heat emanating from her womanly chamber that rivaled the heat that had come from her behind when he had walloped it.
Donna raised her head a little to bring Mike's throbbing organ closer to her anxious mouth as a tiny drop of clear liquid peeked its way out of the opening and ran in a string from the tip of the purple glans. Donna caught it, snapping it into her mouth and swallowing it as her pink oral organ reached to touch the vibrant throbbing rubberiness of his penile point. She savored the taste. Little by little she widened the oval of her mouth and slowly introduced the head of the massive plunger inside. She sucked noisily, clamping her lips tightly around the organ and firmly gripping it with no hesitation whatsoever. Her body humped up and down as she felt as if Mike was thrusting every last millimeter of tongue into her. Her soft, wet vaginal flesh closed around the slick intruder in a vain attempt to keep it inside.
She sucked on the entire head of his throbbing cock as if it were ice cream on the end of a cone, letting her tongue-tip run around the pulsating corona again and again, teasing the top part of the glans with her lips. She was aware of his thighs on either side of her head clamping slowly inward, and this made her secretly smile. She was well aware of the pleasure she was giving, pleasure she had never before had an opportunity to give. She rocked her head a bit, loving the huge head with her entire mouth as she spread her thighs that much wider apart, affording him greater access to the slaveringly heated temple of Venus between her loins.
Her tense stomach muscles began rippling and fluttering as the tip of his tongue bored deeper and deeper into the center of her vaginal maw-her fuck-hole-as she had heard men laughingly call it where she had lived out in the mid-west. Had her father been around at the time, he would have beaten the hell out of the man who had used such a word in front of his daughter.
Mike's lips played with the scalloped flesh that were her inner labia, parting the golden-blonde fluff that passed for hair, allowing his tongue to slurp all the more strongly against the rich pink of her inner flesh. This made Donna suck harder, tugging the length of swollen cock far into her mouth and jamming it into her gullet so quickly, she began choking and gagging. Little by little she brought the choking sensation under control, forcing herself to swallow the throbbing organ that much deeper into her gullet. God! How she wished her husband had a masterful cock like this!
The tip of the penis was pushing deeper and deeper into her pharynx, the underside rubbing against her palate, the upper part of it depressing her tongue. The sensation was almost one of tickling. All her feelings seemed to be rooted in the cock-swollen center of her mouth as the organ rubbed nerve-endings she was unaware she had. She sucked violently as Mike fervidly and anxiously ate from her womanly through. She was leaking so heavily, her nostrils twitched as they picked up her rich feminine aroma. Her own effluvium mingled with the scent of the maleness emanating from Mike's balls as they pressed down on her nose. She wondered just what the odor must be like for Mike. After all, he was so much closer to it. Did he find it distasteful? His nose and mouth were pressed very firmly into her dehiscence. She arched her loins upward, no longer conscious of the fact that she was also disclosing part of her pink-fleshed backside to the man-a backside slowly but surely returning to the bleached softness it had been prior to being beaten. With her thighs she tried clamping tightly around the man's face, pulling it between the pouting, reddened lips of her aching cunt as his mouth continued ravaging said cunt's tantalizing interior.
At that moment Donna was aware of a powerful shudder trembling through the man and she was afraid he was going to come too quickly again. Opening her mouth, she instantly released the penile probe. This time she would settle for nothing less than feeling the massive organ burying itself inside her.
Mike slowly pulled his hungry mouth from the depths of her feminine cavern as though reluctant to finish his meal. Donna watched as the man slowly turned his body around, hovering above her own prostrate form.
His large, strong, masculine hands gripped her beneath her splayed thighs and he pushed them back and up until he had them doubled so that her kneecaps were touching her shoulders and her thighs were rubbing her nippled breasts. Her tautened ass-flesh was lifted until Mike was able to reach it with his hungry mouth. He began kissing with anxious fervor, letting his lips roam over all of her backside, the still faintly glowing color of pink exciting him as he noticed that her paddle-roughened, pebbled rear cheeks were now rapidly reassuming their silken, almost waxy texture. The commingled odor of her juicy pussy and drying perspiration wafted to his nostrils arousing him that much more.
He released her powerful thighs and the woman automatically spread them widely again for him as he lowered himself into the missionary position on her belly. She wanted to use her hands to guide it in, but Mike refused to let her do so. His thick cock eased along, moving up and down in the pink slot, and then the head of his organ found her opening. Slowly, little by little he began pushing the organ into her.
"Gggghhhuuunnnggghhhhhh!" Donna gasped, astounded at his breadth, feeling herself being widened as if she were a virgin.
Astonishingly, there was no pain, though there was some slight discomfort. Little by little the massive baton slowly began probing deeper and deeper into the pinkness of her interior, burying itself farther along than ever before, filling her as she had never been filled, sinking deeper than her husband had ever gone. Little by little her flesh molded to his massivity, surrounding, sucking, pulling him deeper and deeper inside.
The lovely girl breathed deeply, thrilled beyond expectation as the gigantic organ swelled in the center of her feminine cavern. He stroked expertly once he was inside her, long and slow at first, then speeding up little by little. The stout shaft plunged into the middle of her vaginal chute, massaging the smooth walls of her interior, almost making them accordion because of its unbelievable thickness. The resilient head plunged past her cervical opening to the very depths of her sucking cunt, and Donna felt her breath rasp in her throat. She wrapped her thighs tightly around the man's back and clenched her eyes shut, loving every last bit of penetration as it sank to the core of her.
Donna was well aware of her inner muscles working as never before. Her cunt was already starting to spasmodically contract and she realized she had been so frustrated earlier, she was about to climax.
"Oh no.. . . " she gasped. "Oh no . . . no . . . I wanted it to last.. . . " but it was obvious to both, herself and Mike, that there was no holding back.
The man sank his vibrant tool into the deepest part of her shuddering belly, pummeling her definitely willing cunt with overpowering and violent thrusts.
"Haaannnggghhh!" she gasped as she swiveled her lovely hips upward, pumping hard with her heels dug into the mattress in order to keep time with the way he was thrusting.
Mike jerked his throbbing cock into the depths of her love-tunnel using all the energy he was able to muster as the lovely blonde Amazon cradled his head in her arms and felt his hot breath sear her swollen breasts. She was aware of him going into an uncontrollable slashing assault on her body as his long cock continued pistoning in and out of her greedy feminine jewel box. She wrapped her thighs tightly around him now, holding him to her, wanting to enjoy every last little bit of this fuck. After the agony he had put her through, the ecstasy had to be perfect.
Mike rasped hoarsely, breathing uncontrollably with his mouth in the narrow channel between the woman's huge breasts. She thought he had said something and was about to ask him what it was he said when he began pumping hot, white fluid into the cradle of her cunt as his pounding balls smacked against her perineum.
"YYYYAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH . . . AAAA NN-NNGGGGGGHHHH . . . GGGGGHHHHAAA GGGHHHHH!" he bellowed, seemingly shaking the entire warehouse with his roar as fast jets continued filling her love box, mingling with the heavy doses of her own inner juices.
Her back began arching as every muscle in her quaking body seemed to contract from the pulling sensation deep within her. Her asscheeks began flexing uncontrollably as her orgasm began, ignoring its paddle-induced sensitivity.
"EEEEEIIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAAAAIIIIYYYYA-AAGGGGGGHHHH . . . YYYYYEEE EEAAAA AI-IIIIGG GGGHHHHH . . . OOOOOWWW WWEEEE-EE AAAAAIIIII IIAAAAGGGGGHHH!" she shrieked in a totally unladylike manner, her twitching cunt furiously squeezing the thick cock embedded in her, compressing her walls around it as he fired again and again. The pocket of her pussy was so tight, it crushed his cock, preventing the blood from retreating, as a result, keeping his cock hard for the longest time.
They lay there, panting, breathing hoarsely, unable to control themselves for what seemed like an interminable eternity. The Mike rolled off the lovely blonde woman and said, "That's it for today, Doreen. I'll be by to measure your windows next Thursday."
"That's more than a week away," Doreen argued. "I can't wait that long."
"Hell, I have a job to do. You have a nice, tight twat, but I'm not gonna let it interfere with my making a living."
"I don't want to interfere with your making a living," she insisted. "But can't we meet somewhere after working hours?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "We can meet right here, where we are now. You just come on into the store any time after four-fifty, and we'll come up here."
"Oh yes," Doreen nodded.
"Just as long as you understand that you get your ass paddled each time," he reminded her.
"Is that really necessary?" she asked.
"Sure," he nodded. "Why d'you think you came so strongly? It was the ass-whacking I gave you."
"I'll have to think about it," Doreen insisted, suddenly trying to regain her aloofness.
"Yeah," Mike nodded. "You do that. But remember, if you come into this place looking to get laid again, it's with the idea that your ass gets whacked. Got me?"
"Yes!" Doreen nodded as she quickly began dressing. Now that it was over, she felt embarrassed and wanted to leave as quickly as possible. But she knew her desire would build again . . . and soon.