Chapter 1
"Take your clothes off," David Marx commanded the stunning blonde who nervously awaited his instructions. "But don't do it too quickly. I've been waiting for this moment a long time and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."
Patricia Miller looked a little hesitant. Her hand played with the top button of her blouse. He knew that she was still considering disobeying him and he couldn't have that. He walked angrily toward her and took a handful of her thick blonde hair.
"You'll do as I say," he instructed. "From now on you belong to me. Remember that."
He hurt her a little before she nodded. He stepped back to watch her undress.
David Kked to watch his women undress. He liked to watch the expressions on their faces when they realized that he was really serious. There was no white knight on a gallant steed around to rescue them. This was real life.
He especially liked to watch the proud ones. The ones who usually had their noses in the air. Patricia Miller was one of the proud ones. She was the mayor's wife. It had taken him a while to get information on her to risk blackmail. But now all of his hard work was worth it.
She took off her frilly white blouse and dropped it on the floor. Her tits were creamy white and huge. They made the black bra bulge as if trying to force their way out of such confining space.
"I was hoping those tits were real," he said.
"They are." Patricia's blue eyes flashed fire. "They're as nice as anything you're going to see in a long time."
"Prove it," he said.
Patricia looked defiantly at him for a moment and then reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. Her tits burst free like overripe melons. David gasped. Her nipples were huge and brown. As David watched, Patricia cupped her tits and pushed them out at him.
"Your tits certainly aren't small," David said with a wavering tone of voice.
"I'm glad you appreciate them."
"You're not acting very shy," David pointed out. "I thought you were the innocent type. You don't seem too upset."
"Why should I?" Patricia shrugged. "There's nothing I can do. I'll let you have your fun but I won't enjoy it."
"We'll see about that," David said, grinning. "Now take the rest of your clothes off. I want to see your cunt."
She slid the zipper down and stepped out of her tight black pants. She dropped the pants on the floor. Now all she had on was a pair of skimpy black panties.
He could see her golden pussy hairs curling outside the panties. David's breath began to quicken.
"Take the rest off," he demanded. "I want to see your cunt."
She smiled at him in a haughty fashion as she slowly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She had a thick thatch of golden pubic hair.
David didn't mind. He liked his women with a lot of cunt-hair. He had a sudden desire to bury his face between her creamy-white thighs but he controlled himself. These things had to be done slowly, squeezing every inch of enjoyment out of them.
"Does everything satisfy you?" she asked coldly.
"Turn around," he commanded.
She turned around slowly. Her proud ass was full and creamy white. Looking at her ass, David felt a warmness in his groin. His prick was beginning to feel uncomfortable in the tight confines of his trousers.
Patricia pivoted like a model until he was looking at her front again.
"You'll do," he said.
"I'll do!" Her voice was angry. "My body's damn fine. I know the way men watch me on the street. I know they all want to get into my panties. Just like you."
He was really turned on. He knew she was intentionally baiting him, trying to get back at him for the humiliation he had already put her through.
He knew she was going to try to make his enjoyment cold and uncomfortable. A few of the women tried that. They tried to make him feel like their husbands did. It was a challenge to him and he enjoyed challenges. He was proud that he could always rise to the occasion. He was determined that Mrs. Miller was going to be begging for it before he was done.
He drew her close and kissed her. Her lips were stony cold. He fondled her tits for a moment, kneading the soft flesh and rubbing her big brown nipples. He was pleasantly rewarded-her nipples became hard. Mrs. Miller wasn't going to be that tough a challenge. Maybe she wasn't as icy as she tried to pretend.
"You like that?" he asked. "You like a hand on your tits making them stand up?"
"No," she said.
He laughed and bent down to kiss her nipples. Her tits were fresh and clean-tasting and he sucked the warm flesh of her nipple. It had a wonderful taste in his mouth.
She was still pretending coldness as he pushed her backward onto the bed, but her body was beginning to betray her. She was becoming warmer, and her tits were hard against his rough shirt.
"Getting warm?" he asked. "I bet your cunt is. I bet it doesn't feel like ice."
"Do you have to talk so much?" she asked. "Why can't you just get on with it?"
He knew she was just angry at herself for allowing herself to feel passionate. He buried his face between her lovely tit-mounds, kissing and sucking her sweet flesh. He started licking her tit at the base and working upward until he captured one rosy nipple in his mouth.
"God," she said softly.
He tasted one tit then the other. He pulled her tits together and licked both nipples at the same time. He sucked her tit-flesh deep into his throat. This time she could not hold back the soft moan that escaped her lips. He captured her left nipple and began sucking hard.
She gasped and her back arched, her titties thrusting at his lips.
"That's it," he said, raising his head. "Now you're beginning to move. I knew you had it in you."
"Please!" she moaned.
"Please what? Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to take my mouth away from your beautiful tits? Do you want me to stop sucking your tits?"
"No," she said.
"Good. You're right about one thing. I've never tasted tits like yours. They deserved to be kissed."
Her hand was in his hair and she pulled him once more toward her tits. He tasted warm flesh once more. Now her huge titty was coming up against his mouth as she forced more of her lovely flesh into his mouth.
He laughed. He had won. He had proved Mrs. Miller was a cunt like any other cunt. They all pretended shock and innocence. They all tried to be cold. But no woman could be so cold once his practiced lips locked on her nipple.
He raised up again. "That's it, cunt. Move your ass. Stuff all your tits into my mouth. I'll get them in there. Nobody can suck tits the way I can."
His words seemed to make her come alive. Her arms came around his back and pulled him up to where she could kiss him. Her legs spread apart so that he could get his knee between them. Her pussy arched toward his knee, as if trying to rub the itch away from her burning cunt.
"What's the matter? That's not enough? You want my hand down there?"
"Yes!" she cried. "Put your hand down there. Finger my cunt!"
Again he moved his head down to her tits. His hand probed between her legs and his fingers found her pussy. She moaned loudly as her pussy writhed against his fingers. He slipped two fingers into her already-wet cunt.
"That's it, baby!" she cried. "That's where I want your fingers. Please be nice to me. Don't let me burn like this! I'm going crazy!"
"Such a lovely proud ass," he said as he finger-fucked her cunt. "Women like you are all alike. All of you hungry for some real fucking but ashamed to admit it. I bet your fat husband can't even get his cock hard. I bet he can't satisfy you. Well I can. My cock's big and hard for you. Mine's already hard for your hot cunt."
Her searching fingers quickly found the hard bulge in his trousers. Frantically she tore at the zipper until she had pulled it open. Her fingers slipped inside and searched until they found his long, hard cock-shaft. Her fingers closed tightly around it.
"Good God," she said softly. "It's big and hard. His prick never gets that hard until I play with him for hours and then it's nothing like this! Yours may kill me."
"It won't kill you," he promised. "But it'll be like nothing you've ever fucked before."
She pulled his prick out of his fly and began to stroke his cock-head. This time it was David's turn to moan. Her hands were experienced. She kept softly stroking his prick until he felt the tension deep in his balls.
"That's it, cunt," he said. "That's what it's all about. Play with my cock. Feel how nice and fat it is. Think about how it'll feel in your warm cunt. Treat it nice, baby. Treat it nice and it'll take you to the stars."
"Yes," she said, grasping it tighter. "I'll treat it nice. I'll do whatever you want."
He grabbed her tits roughly, and he pressed his mouth down hard on hers. Her tongue was a fiery dart as it slipped between his teeth. He kissed her chin and sucked the flesh of her white throat. He continued downward until he was looking at her blonde-haired pussy.
He kissed her creamy-white thighs over and over until she was squirming beneath his tongue. He ran his tongue up and down her legs from her knees to her hips. All the time his eyes gazed hungrily at her blonde-haired pussy.
"You're in for a treat," he said. "I wanted to fuck your cunt, but first I've got to eat you. I don't think there's a better-looking pussy in the country. I like all that golden hair. Blonde pussy's best."
"Oh yes!" she said. "Yes! Please! I want it! My husband's never done that for me. He thinks it's dirty."
"My God," David complained. "Your husband must really be off. We'll have to teach him how to eat pussy. But right now, I'm going to eat some myself."
He buried his mouth in her golden mound. Her cunt odors assailed his nostrils as he pushed his tongue deep inside her pussy. Again he kissed her golden pussy hairs and sucked them into his mouth.
"Ambrosia of the gods," he said.
He gave her pussy a few more deep tongue strokes and then his mouth closed on her delicious clit. She gasped and her hand came down to tug at his head. Her ass was hot in his hands.
"God!" she said. "I've never felt anything like that before."
"Never?" he asked, looking up at her. "Then all I've got to say is you're in for a ride so you'd better hold on."
Patricia was dying for a fuck now. She pushed her ass up at him and her hand tugged urgently at his head. There was nothing cold about her now. He had been secretly afraid that she might prove to be frigid in bed, but she was quickly proving him wrong about that.
Perhaps the mayor had never bothered to get her hot. The mayor had probably quit after giving himself a few moments of satisfaction, and he had never really taken time to enjoy her. And that was a shame. It was a sin to waste all of her warm and too-willing flesh.
David was certainly not going to waste it. But first he wanted to take all of her inhibitions away. He wanted to finish her humiliation. He wanted to hear her beg for his prick. He wanted to hear her say things to him that she wouldn't have dreamed of saying to any man else. He didn't just want her body. He wanted to own her body and soul.
"Please!" Patricia said.
"What do you want?" David asked. "Tell me what you want?"
"You know what I want!" she urged, in a pleading voice. "Please give it to me!"
"I know," David admitted. "But I want to hear you beg for it like you've never had to beg before. I want you to prove that you're mine. I want ya to use the words that you wouldn't even say to your husband."
"I don't want to beg," she said, and her body stopped moving. It wasn't the words she was afraid of. David knew that. She didn't want to be owned by any man.
"Then I'll stop," he said. He was going to rise, but she couldn't stand that.
She reached for his head. "You win," she whispered. "I'll beg. But please don't leave me like this."
"Then tell me what you want."
"I want you to eat me. I'm so hot. I want your tongue. I want you to eat me up. I'm begging for it."
"Eat what, cunt? Tell me what you want me to eat."
She was quiet for a moment. "My pussy. I want you to eat my pussy. I want to feel your tongue deep inside my pussy!"
David moved back between her legs, and he began to really eat her cunt. He used all of his tricks on her. He wanted her to know thrills she had never known before. He owned her now. He owned her completely and she knew it.
"Eat me!" she cried. "Eat my cunt! Eat it up!
Oh God, it feels so good! Oh fuck!"
He licked her cunt-walls and then moved once again to capture her clit. He moved his right hand so that he could fondle her nipple.
She groaned.
He sucked on her clit and she screamed in ecstasy. Her ass was moving violently and he knew she was approaching a climax.
"I'm there!" she cried. "Oh God! It feels so good!"
Her ass came off the bed with a convulsive shudder. She sighed and fell back. He tasted the gush of her cunt-juices. He drank her juices down.
She lay quiet as the trembling of her body subsided. He rolled off the bed and stood beside her. She had a satisfied smile on her face. He bent down and kissed her, letting her taste some of her own cunt-juices. Her mouth returned his kiss and her tongue rubbed against his.
"Thank you," she said. "That's the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me."
"And it's just begun," he said.