Jackpot: Chapter Eleven

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Jackpot: Chapter ElevenDisclaimers & Warnings: This tale includes, elements of BDSM, and a healthy sprinkling of verbal humiliation. Readers who are offended or triggered by such material are advised to proceed with caution or bail out now. © SheriffBart 2020. All rights reserved.Feedback is welcome! Enjoy!~~~~~ Chapter Eleven: Dreama ~~~~~ I figured I’d better try to make the call again before I lost my nerve. It was a Friday afternoon. We were several days past the three-day head start Trisha had originally asked for, but after several missed calls and hang-ups when her husband answered, it had taken until now to get Trisha’s m0ther on the phone. I finally caught her by calling mid-afternoon, as Trisha had suggested. I caught Trisha’s Mom at home while her husband was at work. She answered the phone sounding flushed, as if I’d just caught her running into the apartment or something. She was clearly busy and annoyed at my interruption. “Yes, this is Mrs. Henderson who is this? What do you want?”As I tried to introduce myself and state my business I heard a man grumbling in the background. Dammit, the timing is still off. They’re both home. This isn’t going to work. Now, what do I do?I half expected him to interrupt or intercept the call before I had a chance to tell Trisha’s Mom that her husband had forced her d@ughter into the night, and into life as a sex worker, dodging predators and humping strangers. “I’m sorry to bother you Mrs. Henderson, but I have vital information about your d@ughter,” I said. Her tone changed immediately. “Trish? Have you seen her? Do you know where she is?”The grumbling continued, but she cut him off. “Will you be quiet? Please? Its’ about Trish!I’m so sorry about that sir. You were saying something about Trish. Where is she?”“Well, it’s rather complicated, Mrs. Henderson. I’d like to discuss that with you in person if I may. She gave me your address and, according to Google Maps, I’m only about fifteen minutes from your apartment. Do you mind if I come over?”“Um…fifteen minutes? Shit. I mean, yes please! Come on over. I’ll get dre–I mean, I’ll be ready. I’m in Apartment 0604. Building 6. Second floor on the left.”Puzzling over what I’d interrupted, I made my way to the apartment building. On the way over, my imagination kicked into overdrive. I couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like and how she would respond. Trisha’s parting words kept echoing in my mind, making my heart race, and sending blood to my groin. She’ll want to thank you in person. M@ma likes dark meat. I imagined a pear-shaped woman throwing herself into my arms, hugging me with intense gratitude. As she looked up at me with big dark eyes wet with emotion, her ample bust crushed against my chest.“Oh, Frank, how can I ever repay you?” I slid my hands downward over her wide hips and fastened them on her big, sexy ass. “Well Mrs. Henderson, I’m sure a woman like you can think of something…appropriate.” She smiled lewdly, dropped fluidly to her knees and began unbuckling my belt. Just as she unzipped my pants, a Buick SUV’s brake lights flashed in front of me and jerked me back to the present moment.“Shit! Pay attention, Frank! You don’t want to show up with a wrecked car and airbag seams imprinted on your stupid face.”Besides, she’s probably going to be so upset about her husband running her d@ughter off, that sex will be the farthest thing from her mind. And if she’s willing to, I’ll have to talk her into leaving with me. If her husband is abusive, and if he’s not home, and if she’s willing to leave. Lot of ifs. She’s probably just upset, hurt, elated, angry…an emotional train wreck. Taking advantage of all that…of any of it just feels…creepy. Not quite coercion, but not quite right either. I’ll just give her the information, scope out her situation, and take it from there. If she wants to leave, we grab some essentials and bolt. If not, if she’s okay, I’ll just tell her what I know and get out of there. If she wants to express her gratitude with anything more than a ‘thank you kind sir, we can make arrangements for that later, Maybe a few weeks down the road. Maybe at our place. Maybe with Lilly watching from the corner…Before I could get dragged into another juvenile fantasy about Trisha’s Mom and her penchant for melanin-rich men, I arrived at the address. It was one of those sprawling modern apartment complexes that pop up in suburbs these days like maggots on three day old meat. There were at least ten buildings spread out in no particular order and it took a little longer to find her building than I expected. My adrenaline was flowing by the time I found the right unit and parked. As I headed up the stairs of Building number 6, an angry looking brother with a shaved head stomped down the stairs towards me, pounding something against the railing. Shit, he’s still here. Coming right at me! I instinctively grabbed the railing and tried to plant myself, bracing for impact. He glanced at me with a baleful look as he brushed by. When he got to the bottom, he stopped to hastily put on his Nike flip-flops and stomped off through the parking lot. Well at least the abusive asshole won’t be involved, I mused as I breathed a sigh of relief. Wonder where he’s off to in such a hurry? I continued up the stairs with a little less anxiety. As I reached the second floor landing, the smell of stale beer and incense wafted by. I felt a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. You dodged a bullet there, Frank. But there are still a thousand ways for this thing to go south. I took a deep breath and tried to brush my worries aside. I’m just going to give her the information and go. If she lets me. If she believes me. If she doesn’t….this could get interesting.I took a deep breath and knocked. The door practically flew open. There stood an attractive woman with big, hazel eyes, and strawberry blonde hair, cut just above her shoulders. Mrs Henderson looked as if she was barely old enough to be Trisha’s m0ther. I would have guessed she was in her early thirties. She had a full figure with broad hips and a full bust, announced by deep cleavage partly covered in a satin pearl, mid-length robe. Her deep red lipstick looked freshly applied and her hair freshly combed. Her face was flushed as she greeted me and invited me in. As I followed her into the small apartment, I was reminded of apples and trees. Trisha’s mom had a derriere even sexier than her d@ughter’s. Wide hips, and big round cheeks swayed sensuously as she lead me into the living room. By the time she stopped and turned to show me to a chair, my eyes were fixed on hers. I noticed she wore a slim black choker. I brought my eyes back upward, fighting the gravitational pull of her cleavage as her perfume reached my nostrils. She quickly but discretely pulled a little tin of Altoids from a pocket in her robe and popped one into her mouth. “So…you said you know where Trish is. Please tell me, where’s my d@ughter run off to?”“Mrs. Henderson” – “Please call me Dreama. And your name sir?”“You can call me Frank. Pleased to meet you Dreama. I um…This is a bit of a delicate topic. When do you think your husband will be back?”“Well, Darryl works until six, so he should be home in about an hour. Why do you ask?”“But. I just saw… I mean, I thought he just left.” She blushed and dropped her head for just a moment.“That was not my husband.”“Oh. I’m sorry, I just” – “Never mind him Frank. You said you know where Trish is. Where’s my d@ughter, sir? We’re used to her sneaking out of the house at night doing God-knows-what with God-knows-who, but she’s been gone for over a week now, without a peep. We’ve reported her missing of course, but, frankly, the Police don’t have any leads. Her boyfriends have all been questioned, and no one seems to know anything about where the little troublemaker has run off to. Until you show up. A perfect stranger.”“So forgive me sir if I’m a little short with you. It’s not my usual manner, but I’m really pissed off at her and…more than a little worried. She’s given us a helluva lot of trouble lately, but she got through high school, and even landed herself a scholarship. Darryl and I had a faint hope that going off to college might, I don’t know, give her a chance to straighten herself out.”“Yes, bahis siteleri she told me about the volleyball scholarship.”“She told you – are you one of her high school counselors?”“No ma,am, I told you – well maybe I haven’t yet. We just met. I mean, I only met her once, on her way um…out of town. I uh, helped her leave.”“You did what? And how do you know about her scholarship, mister… excuse me mister” – “Williams. Frank Williams.”“Mr. Williams, I’m very confused.”“Yes ma’am, I understand. Let me..look, I know this sounds a little muddled, but here’s the gist of it. I met Trisha hitchhiking outside the Chocktaw casino last week. She was desperate to get away. Specifically away form here. Not from you ma’am, from her stepf@ther. Darryl, I guess. From what she said, it sounded like he was a bit of an ogre. My wife and I talked about it at length and well…”“With all the attention on the me-too movement and domestic v******e and such, we thought it best that we – that is, that I come and visit in person instead of just calling. We wanted to make sure you were safe and to give you an opportunity to leave if you’re not.”Her eyebrows danced skyward and her mouth dropped open. For long moments, she stared at me in bemused wonder. Finally, she found her voice. “Holy shit, is she something! I knew she had a way with men, but this is fucking incredible! You…she convinced you that Darryl was abusing her? That I was in…in danger? You came here to, to what, rescue me? Oh, that’s fucking hilarious!”She threw her head back and laughed heartily, then shook her head and looked down at the floor for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “Do I look like I need to be rescued? Sorry. That’s not really fair. Okay, Mr, Williams – Frank. I’m going to try to put this in perspective for you. There are some aspects of my relationship with my husband, some things about our marriage, you might not understand. Most people don’t. My husband and I have a unique relationship. I don’t know if you’ve read or heard about Fifty Shades of Gray. It’s a lousy book, but it’s about things real people do in their private lives – Darryl and I included.”Oh, Great. I’ve stepped in the middle of a dom/sub relationship. What are the odds? “Yes, Mrs Henderson, I’m more than familiar. In fact, you may not believe this, but my wife and I are poly. That is, we have an open marriage. We” – “I know what ‘poly’ means, Mr Williams. Good, that will make this much easier for you. I’m a sub. Darryl’s not only my husband, he’s my sir, my dom. So, yes, I can see where Trish might have gotten confused about some things, but I thought we’d explained all that to her years ago. She seemed fine with it. And I guess there are some things about the marriage that may have bothered her.”She paused, chewed the inside of her lip and thought a moment, and apparently decided to press on.“Mr. Williams, do you know what a brat is?”“Yes ma’am, I’m familiar with the term. You—that is, brats are submissives who want to be forcibly dominated. They taunt their doms – or dommes – sometimes because they enjoy being, um….”“Put in their place. Made to submit. Slapped down, if necessary. Yes, you’ve got it right. And not that it’s any of your business, but that’s our arrangement. Sometimes I taunt him, and he responds by giving me exactly what I want.”I felt my face flush and tried very hard not to notice the blood rushing to my groin and hoped that Dreama wouldn’t either. “Does he ever hit you?”She smirked. “Only when I deserve it. It may look like I’m being abu$ed, but I assure you, I am in complete control here.” Mr. Williams, I don’t know if you can appreciate this, but in a dom/sub relationship, it’s the sub who has all the power. I get exactly what I want from my husband. Well mostly what I want. He’s not a soft-headed, weak-minded sissy feminist. My man knows how to treat women.”“He knows what women really want. Well, what this one wants anyway. No, I take that back. He knows what most women really want but are afraid to admit to themselves. Do you know what that is, Frank?” She leaned forward her piercing gaze shading her eyes a deeper shade of green.“Please enlighten me Mrs. Henderson.”“Only if you stop calling me Mrs Henderson. Calle me Dreama. Please.”“Gladly, if you’ll call me Frank. So, what do women really want, Dreama?”“They want to provoke a man to such passion, such blind unreasoning lust that he can’t resist his baser urges. They want to drive him so mad with desire that he rips her clothes off and forces himself on her. He makes her submit, makes her open her arms, open her legs and surrender. She does that to him through the irresistible appeal of her guile and beauty. She teases him, flirts with him, then rebuffs him, until she drives him to a state of obsession.”“Have you ever been obsessed over a woman, Frank?”“Yes, Dreama. As a matter of fact, I have.”“Did she drive you crazy with jealousy, make you lose sleep, make you do things you never thought you’d do?”My mind shifted back in time and I was staring at Lilly. Following her around campus, watching her sexy ass move under that tight skirt…plotting to be where I thought she would walk, enraged at her flirting with my roommate, meeting her at night in the deserted chapel, hiking up her skirt… “Yes, she did.”“Then you know the power we wield don’t you, Frank? We know just how to push your buttons, twist you into knots and drive you slowly, stark raving mad. And do you know how we can do that so easily?”“Because that’s the way God made you. He created you to fill in what’s missing from a man’s heart. We yearn for what you offer.”She guffawed so loudly it startled me. I thought she was going to fall off the chair. After a moment, she got control of herself, wiped her tears and affixed me with that piercing gaze again, eyes even darker than before. “No Frank. It”s not because we’re angels from heaven sent to complete you. Heaven doesn’t have a damn thing to do with it. The reason we’re good at making you crazy is because, we’re only giving you what you really want too. You remember I told you what every woman wants is to make you so mad with desire that you force yourself on her? Well we’re two sides of the same coin. Male and female, Yin and Yang. Sword and scabbard.”“You want what we want. You want to be wild. You want to hunt, and take, and conquer. It’s in your nature. You can deny it in public, you can even deny to yourself in private. You probably do.But deep down, when you get really honest, that’s what most men really want too.”“Well, I wouldn’t say that. I –““No, you wouldn’t say it, but you feel it. Come on, Frank. You’ve seen the old cave man cartoons. Bop her over the head, drag her into your cave. She’s yours. Men aren’t pigs, but they are b**sts. Deep down inside, they’re lumbering b**sts who just want to rut. You want to hunt down a pretty little thing, find yourself a bitch in heat, drag her into your cave, and bury that cock as deep as possible. Drive it right into her mouth, her ass, her juicy little cunt.”Jesus, the way this woman talks! I must be blushing. If she keeps her eyes on my face maybe she won’t notice where else the blood is flowing.“Does that word shock you? You might be too polite to say it, but don’t tell me you never think it. That’s what the b**st wants, but society has outlawed all of that because the rich powerful men made rules to keep the really strong ones away from their women. Rules to keep the b**sts at bay.”“And rules to keep women from even talking about the fact that they… want those b**sts. We want to be that pretty little fawn, that mewling she-cat, prowling the streets, calling out to the wild men. ‘Come & get it boys. Give me what you got, and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll let you, cause I fucking need it.’”“The rules are made to keep women under control, to keep us from talking or, or even thinking about the joy of being touched, the thrill of being wanted, the ecstasy of being taken. We’re not supposed to talk about how good it feels to be kissed, licked, bitten, groped, and fucked until your heart explodes.”“The rules keep us all in our little cages. But the b**st doesn’t want to be caged, does it? It’s always fighting to be set free, to tease and tempt, to suck and fuck until it’s exhausted and content.” I didn’t canlı bahis siteleri believe any of that, but this was not the time and place to argue about philosophy and the nature of fallen man. I opened my mouth to offer the most polite rebuttal I could think of, but words failed me. “Do you ever wonder why people meet in bars Frank?”“As a matter of fact I have. I’m not fond of that scene myself. I’m not generally interested in being intimate with total strangers. But it seems to me bars are loud, dark places full of alcohol. The entire setup is designed to give people cover. To allow them to do and say things they wouldn’t want to be heard saying or seen doing in public.” She leaned back a bit and raised an eyebrow in appreciation. “You’re more in tune with the inner a****l than you let on. Yes, that’s exactly why people go to bars. They hide in the dark and get drunk, so that they can let the b**sts out to play. That’s why we smoke, and snort, and shoot up, and get blind stinking drunk. We need an excuse. We want to run wild and rut. But we don’t want to fucking admit it!” She slapped the arm of the chair for emphasis. She was a passionate and convincing apologist for hedonism. What her argument lacked in veracity, she made up for in zeal. “We want to keep it hidden and pretend that we’re saints. The devil made me do it. I got so drunk last night.”“Some of us have decided to fuck the rules and let the b**st out of the cage – to be honest. Yes, Darryl hits me. When I need to drive him crazy, I taunt him and he gives me what I want – what I need. And I adore him for it. And I give him what he needs, a chance to be his real self. And he adores me for it. We fight. We wrestle, we bite, we fuck. And we make no apologies.” “Well, Mrs. Henderson, I understand that some people enjoy that kind of thing but I” – “That’s what you really want, isn’t it, Frank? I can see it in your eyes. Fuck, I can smell it. And in a couple of minutes, I’ll see it in your pants. Yes, I think…you’ve got the b**st in a cage, but, just barely.” “You want me to fuck me, don’t you Frank?”“…I’ve changed my mind. I think I’d rather you call me Mr. Williams, or ‘sir’.”“My sir has earned that title. You haven’t. I don’t think you even know how. You’re like most men. You’re still trying to cage the b**st. You know what you want, but you’re not honest enough to admit it and certainly not strong enough to even ask for it, let alone take it. Are you Frank?”Olivia’s voice shot through my mind like a blast of cold water in the face. ‘I needed a real man tonight, not a timid, little boy.’. Sonofabitch. Not this shit again. The universe keeps throwing subs in my face. I guess it’s time to step up and give them what they want. No, she’s right. It’s time to be honest about who I really am. What I really want. It’s time to step up and take what I want. I stood up walked over to her. My heart was in my throat as I reached down, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. I kissed her passionately. I half expected her to pull away. Instead, her tongue snaked deep into my mouth and incinerated what was left of caution. The little wildcat bit my lower lip and held it a few seconds. She’s right. There’s nothing I’d rather do right now than rip her robe off and fuck her silly. Wait a minute Frank, remember this is kink. There are still rules, and landmines all over the place. What are her boundaries? What if I call her a name and she freaks out on my like Olivia and her fucking curly hair thing. I summoned the last ounce of willpower and broke the kiss. I took a deep breath, put both hands on her shoulders and took a step back. “You’re damn right I am, Dreama. But I’m not a neophyte either. You know as well as I do, that, even in our world, we do have some rules. Like consent.”Dreama arched her eyebrows and smiled. “That’s too bad. I thought I was being pretty damned clear that you already have my consent. Who else do you need permission from Frank? My husband? Your wife?”“As I said, my wife and I are poly. We’re in an open marriage and she’s a switch.” “And what about you, Frank? What are you? A Dom? A switch? A voyeur, A daddy?” “I’m…exploring. And right now, what I want to explore most…is you. You were right, I keep the b**st locked up mostly. But I’m looking for a woman who can set it free and like it. So I’ll be more direct Dreama, since I gather that’s what you prefer. What are your boundaries? What are your hard limits?”“Mmmm, fortunately for you, right now, they’re not relevant.”She kissed me hotly, snaking her tongue back into my mouth. Fucking sexy bitch! That’s it. No more holding back. If this is what the Universe wants from me, that’s what I’m going to be. She fucking wants it as much as I do. I broke the kiss, spun her around, wrapped my arms around her, and roughly groped her breasts. The softness of her hair and the scent of her perfume were intoxicating. I bit her neck and started whispering in her ear all the filthy things I wanted to do to her. She gasped, twisted her face toward back toward me and whispered back. “Yes. That’s better, Frank. Let it out, tell me what you really want.” I caught a whiff of something on her breath, the mix of mint and the faintest trace of…semen. The picture of the man rushing down the stairs flashed through my mind and I got even harder.“You are so fucking hot, Dreama. What I want is to grope you, fill my hands with your tits and ass, make you dripping wet…”“Yes, that’s it, keep going, Frank.” She covered my hands with hers, pushing them deeper into her breasts, and arched her back to grind her ass into me.“I want to grab you by the hair, fuck your mouth and call you nasty names.”She purred into my ear. “Oh my, what do you want to call me Frank? What kind of girl do you think I am?“You’re a magnificent slut. A sexy bitch, a beautiful, cum-guzzling whore.” “Yes,” she gasped. “Now we’re being honest. I am a greedy cock-sucking slut! And I’m damn proud of it!”“You, Dreama Henderson, are a shameless whore who needs to be used.”“Then fucking do something about it, Frank! You’ve told me what you want to do, but you’re still just talking. The only one here stopping you is you.”I grabbed her robe and yanked it down over her shoulders, exposing her tits. Brazenly, I ran my hands all over her like a blind man reading her entire body. I took my time, running my hands all over her ample curves. Full soft tits barely contained under her robe, soft belly, broad womanly hips, big, round, firm, sexy ass, God that ass! Instinctively, both hands latched on and squeezed. Oh, the thrill of having my hands clamped on a big, sexy ass! The damn robe was still interfering, so I hiked it up feeling her soft, warm naked flesh beneath. Now her bare ass was exposed to my exploring, hands now. I slid them around her bare hips and the bitch wasn’t wearing panties. Of course, she was shaved. And wet. So fucking wet, so warm. She purred as I probed her soft, moist, lips.She parted her thighs to open herself to my probing fingers. The touch of hot, wet moist labia sent fire through me and filled my pants with steel. She reached down and grabbed my wrist. I thought I’d gone too far. But she pulled it upward, wordlessly begging me to go deeper. I worked two fingers into her and shoved hard, working them into the second knuckles. “Harder!” she whispered. The only one stopping you is you.I jerked my hand upwards, crushing my knuckles into her soft mound. She moaned out loud. “Yeeess! Fuck me Frank!”I hammered her until her knees buckled. Then I ripped her robe off, spun her around, and bent her over the armchair.“God, you’ve got a magnificent ass, Dreama! Just like Trisha’s only bigger, wider, sexier. And for now, it’s all mine.”“Take it Frank. Spank me, bite me, fuck me. Show me who you really are.”I took my time groping her big meaty ass, kneading her cheeks, peppering them with an occasional hard smack.Then I knelt behind her and drew my tongue all over her those big pale globes, licking, and biting. I backed off and drank in the sight of her puffy wet lips protruding from between her cheeks. I spun her around again, sat her on the arm of the chair, spread her thighs, buried my head between her legs, and feasted. “Oh, you were hungry weren’t you, Frank? Oh fuck yes, right canlı bahis there, that’s it, that’s it, that’s the spot…Ohhh fuuuuck!”She shuddered, clutched at my hair and gushed onto my lapping tongue. I drank her cream, covered my face in her nectar, and kept lapping until her spasms subsided. She gently lifted my head from between her legs and beamed down at me with a crooked smile. “My turn. I wanna taste of some big all-natural chocolate. ” She slid off the couch, knelt in front of me, and squeezed the hard ridge under my pants. “Yes, there it is. The b**st has awakened. Looks like you’ve got a big hard one hiding under there. Let’s let him out, shall we?”She unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, and sighed.“Such a beauty. God, I love black dick. So big and brown and hard. And already leaking. Mmmmm, delightful.” “Mister Williams, just look what I did to you. You came here talking about rescuing me. And now, here you are standing in front of me with your dick waving in my face. Just dying to bury your meat sword in my cunt. Such a beauty. And kitty’s still so hungry. She closed her eyes, sighed, and rubbed my cock all over her face. I grabbed her hair with one hand and used the other to position the drooling head against her lips.“Now, you marvelous whore. Open your fucking mouth and suck my cock!”Her eyes burned into mine as she whispered a challenge. “Make me.”An eternity passed in the next few seconds. I heard my heart pounding in my chest, saw the rising of her her bosom as she breathed deeply, saw her face flushed with passion. There was no turning back. Somewhere deep inside, at the core of my being, I knew that what happened next would change my world forever.Louder, more insistent, she threw down the gauntlet. “Make me, m0therfucker!” As soon as she closed her mouth, I slapped her face. Another moment of pregnant silence passed. The jade fire in her eyes burned hotter.Her whispered response was deafening. “Harder.”Before I could think, I had reacted. The sound and force of it shocked me. Her head snapped to one side and she brought it back slowly with a smile, her cheek blazing red. I tightened my fist in her hair and titled her head back. “Now, open your whore mouth and suck my cock, you greedy bitch!”“Yes sir.” She obeyed eagerly, opening wide and taking it deep in her mouth, red lips sealing around my dark shaft. She wrapped both hands around my shaft and stroked it in tandem with her mouth, slurping loudly. Oh my God, that was exhilarating! Fuck, what a sexy bitch! The way she uses her hands, stroking and sucking…that’s just what Trisha did. She wasn’t joking about her m0ther raising her right.“Like m0ther, like d@ughter” She looked up at me quizzically. “Trisha sucks cock just like that. She sucked me off on the way to Tulsa. She insisted. Actually, she wanted me to fuck her, but we settled on a blowjob in a parking lot. She uses her hands just like you do. Like m0ther, like d@ughter.”Something flashed in her eyes and she backed off for a moment and ran her tongue around the head before responding. “Thank you sir. Like I told you, my d@ughter’s a greedy little slut.” I don’t know why, but that made me angry. ”Yes. She’s a greedy little cock-sucker, just like her cum-guzzling m0ther. ” And, since there wasn’t anyone stopping me but me, I grabbed her wrists, pulled her hands away from my shaft, and shoved my cock back into her mouth. She opened wider and let me shove it all the way into the back of her mouth. God it felt good, I withdrew and rammed it in a few more times filling her yielding mouth with my cock.“Now, let’s see if you’re a better cock-sucker than your 19-year old d@ughter.” I pulled it out and slapped it against her face a few times for emphasis. “Can you take it all Dreama?”“How many times do I have to tell you sir? ‘No’ is not in my vocabulary.” I filled my hands with her hair, tilted her head up and shoved it in. I hit the back of her throat, and kept pushing. She kept her eyes locked on mine, squinted momentarily and opened her throat. Left unhindered, her hands clutched at my ass pulling me in. “Ohhh Fuuuck yeah, Take it all, you beautiful, greedy, bitch! I’m gonna use your whore mouth like a cunt!”I was on an adrenaline and testosterone-fueled high, lust surging through me like a raging fire. I buried my cock in her throat and left it there, pressing my balls against her chin. It was the most visceral experience of my life.After a long moment with my cock buried in her throat, I withdrew and reveled in the sight of her saliva bridging the gap to her lips. She gasped, asked for more and the dance began. We began a raunchy Texas two-step, thrusting and filling, holding and grinding, withdrawing and gasping. It was a dance of passion and power, to the rhythm of f0rce and submission, accompanied by the sonata of unbridled lust. The dance left her face dripping with pre-cum and saliva. She was a shameless, glorious, mess. She snaked her hands down my thighs and up to cup and caress my balls. Bliss. I pulled my cock from her throat and she slid her face upward, dragging her tongue along the glistening shaft, her face a mask of rapture and lust. Beauty incarnate. She dipped her head and began licking at my balls and stroking my cock. She looked up at me and offered a quiet supplication.“My cunt’s still empty, sir. Still hungry. Please fuck me.”I smiled down at her and ran my fingers through her hair. “Fortunately for you, Trisha also taught me something else. I came prepared this time. Her eyebrows wrinkled in bewilderment. I reached into my back pocket, pulled out a Trojan and handed it to her. “I’m sure an experienced slut like you knows what to do with this.”“Thank you sir,” she gasped. She tore the package open, placed the tip of it over the head of my cock, and used her hands and mouth to roll it down. She took it deep into her mouth and swallowed, coating it with a fresh sheen of saliva.“Good girl. Now stand up, turn around, and bend over, you shameless fuck-toy.”“Yes sir” She jumped into position, waving her ass at me and pulling her cheeks wide. “Oh, my God, that ass again! Like m0ther, like d@ughter.” “Please Frank,” she moaned. I gave Dreama what she wanted. No. To be honest, I took what I wanted. I stepped forward, grabbed her hips, and placed the head of my sheathed sword in her moist cleft. I shoved it all the way in and began a slow, steady rhythm of slamming the entire length of my hard cock into her tight, tender pussy from behind. As a graphic designer, I was struck by the remarkable symmetry of the moment. There was a yin and yang rhythm to the sight of the large round globes of Dreama’s ass as positive space flanking the negative space in between. The hills of her ass framed the valley, the gasping vacuum of her pussy. The yin and yang of that vacuum filled by an organ perfectly designed to do so. To that, we added the intoxicating contrast of my dark flesh filling and colliding with her pale flesh. We created a raunchy renaissance painting, art for the ages. I wasn’t sure yet if Trisha’s m0ther was enjoying her conquest as much as I was, but she seemed intent on ensuring that I enjoyed it to the fullest. “Yes,” she urged. “Fuck me Frank! Pound my fucking cunt! Use me like you want to!” I had never fucked a woman that hard before, or fucked a woman who seemed to enjoy it more. She seemed to start cumming within minutes and kept lurching and groaning, arms clutching at the chair, her face a contorted mask of pain and pleasure. I didn’t try to make it last, there was no need. Somewhere after her fourth or seventh orgasm, the wave began rolling up my spine. I lurched, raised my head, growled, and erupted. The fucking condom blunted my release, but Dreama felt it anyway. She whispered lewd exhortation and squeezed, milking me with her cunt. I staggered backwards and pulled out. Before my mind had cleared, she was on her knees again, pulling the condom off, and sucking greedily. She drained me, licked me clean, then looked up, licked her lips and smiled. The world around and inside us shifted to a different wavelength. She’d touched something in me no one had ever reached before. “Good girl” I murmured and smiled down at her. I pulled her head forward and rested her face against my groin while she stroked my wilting dick. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her tenderly. “Dreama Henderson, you…are…amazing.”“Thank you sir. You’re not half bad yourself. So, tell me. How does it feel to finally step out of the cage?”“Exhilarating beyond words.”

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