The Consolation Prize

[ericrodman101]

What the fuck? What game was this crazy bitch playing with him now? Peter heard Cassandra out, his head throbbing as badly as his cock, smashed china everywhere, this mad woman perched on the wobbly antique table, spreading her legs, exposing herself, inviting him to fuck her, and yet...

"Do you understand all these rules?"

The rules. I have to make you beg. And when you relent I can fuck you as hard as I like, but I cannot spill the wine? Pete repeated the rules to himself in his head a couple of times. How the fuck did this game make any sense other than as an exercise in sexual torment?

And if he just fucked her anyway he would automatically fail the game and owe two penalties. Two penalties...but what? More destruction, he guessed. More frustration.

Pete stood, hands on hips, telling himself to breathe slowly, deeply, to calm down. Casandra lay in front of him, her wicked eyes taunting him between her ample breasts and her legs which made a vee, drawing his gaze down to her cunt at the base, bare and open and inviting. He flicked through all the images in his head of that cunt being fucked on film, over and over, relentlessly, cocks and toys and hands and fists, two cocks at a time, sometimes three cocks between cunt and ass. It was pink and glistening, glowing even, a beacon of sex and desire, flashing at him across the room like an invitation and a warning at the same time. This way lies pleasure and pain...

Do I understand the rules? No, I fucking don't...he wanted to say, but Cassandra was telling him the game had begun.

"I have to make you beg...yeah...with my fingers and tongue...while my cock just hangs...yeah."

He nodded, seeking Cassandra's affirmation, but she just smirked.

"And not spill the wine. Fuck!"

Even as Cassandra perched on the table and Pete contemplated how to play this game, the wine glass wobbled, the liquid sloshing about.

"It's fucking impossible," he said. "What if you spill the wine....while I'm working on you...getting you to beg? What if?"

Cassandra didn't reply. He so wanted her on the floor, on a bed, anywhere flat and comfortable. He wanted his cock inside her, hard and deep, using her body to relieve his ache. This was simply fucking ridiculous. His cock was bursting, harder if anything. And there was no point quitting or refusing to play. That would simply mean Cassandra walking out and leaving him hard and unfulfilled with only the prospect of trying to talk churchy Anna out of her panties.

"So....I have to make you beg..." Pete smiled and walked across to the table, placing a finger on the inside of Cassandra's right leg, which she held up towards him. He ran the finger lightly down the length of her leg, along the thigh until he reached her cunt, which he circled gently. She didn't flinch.

"And I can use anything on you besides my cock...yeah..."

Again, no reply. A strategy began to formulate in his head. Fucking Cassandra's cunt or ass was only going to spill the wine. There seemed no prospect of fucking either of those holes without upsetting the glass. So maybe fucking her mouth should be his goal. And to get there he would use his mouth on her pussy and maybe his fingers in her ass, gently and smoothly, the power of the tongue. Although if she came or reacted or pushed back, the wine would spill, and Pete guessed she would hold him responsible whoever made the glass tip.

"OK, you crazy bitch," he said, teasing her pussy with his fingers. "Let's make you beg."

He knelt at the edge of the table and lowered his mouth to her pussy, his eyes meeting her gaze across her torso and between her breasts as he gently massaged her soft flesh with his lips and tongue.

Let's make you beg....

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

"So..." He had surmised walking up the table she lay atop of, "I have to make you beg..."

Cassandra watched him stand there between her spread legs. Vibrating with a feral almost violent energy. Their eyes met as he reached out and she let out an "Ooh" as he ran a finger gently, feather soft, down and down from the inside of her knee and over her inner thigh...heading towards the obvious target. When it reached the lips of her pussy that soft finger circled around it, never touching it.

She didn't flinch in response. Her eyes matched his, having a contest of wills between them all their own.

"And I can use anything on you besides my cock...yeah..."

She felt a delicious chill of something that was halfway between fear and anticipation at that question. Was he thinking about the vibrator she'd left in the bathtub or perhaps the gym bag of sextoys she carried inside the front door and they hadn't bothered to use yet? She hadn't specified that he couldn't use other objects, and if he did she wouldn't consider that worthy of failure or a penalty in the game.

Still staring into those eyes she made no reply, revealing nothing to him. If he wanted to use other objects he'd have to find out if they were kosher to be used in the game the hard way. She was putting herself in a very vulnerable position here. Peter could do practically anything to her in this game and stay within the rules of it, and that only made it hotter to her.

His finger ceased doing laps around her pussy and zeroed in on tracing over the parted lips already wet with her arousal and getting wetter as this game went on.

His next words came out as if he had made a decision. "Ok, you crazy bitch, let's make you beg."

He lowered down to his knees bringing face to face with her open pussy. Their eyes still locked in their wrestling match, and then....He lightly pressed his lips to the lips of her pussy and that feather-soft tongue traced over the folds up and over them. This went on for some time, and her head had dropped back down to hang off the table with her eyes shut and her face a mask of pleasure.

She was silent no longer. She let him hear every gasp and moan and words of encouragement to his teasing her pussy, and then he shifted his focus to the button of nerves on top. With a deep moan her head shot back up to look down his body to a rematch with his. "Oh yes, Peter, lick my clit. I'm so close to cumming already."

Then he pulled away causing her to make growl of pure sexual frustration followed by an approving chuckle. "Look at you, playing the game well."

She hung her head back with a beaming smile on her face for his success so far, but if he thought he had it in the bag...well...

"This isn't the first time I've played this game or one just like it, you know...I could go for hours of teasing before I ever relented and begged for a cock to fuck me

 

[ericrodman101]

Pete did his best to eat Cassandra's pussy. Until the past few days he'd only ever seen it done in porn, some of which was Cassandra, of course. So he had a notion of what women liked, and maybe a few clearer ideas about Cassandra's particular predilections. And now that he was fucking her on command, Pete couldn't get his father's regular injunction out of his head - practice makes perfect. Which didn't really help. Thoughts of his parents was anything but sexy.

But Cassandra seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. Pete was thrilled when her initial silence turned to moaning and gasping, and in response to her audible encouragement, he tried with his tongue to find the places around her pussy which produced the most intense reactions from her. When Cassandra said 'lick my clit' his fear of failure subsided a little. And to hear her say 'I'm so close to cumming already' made Pete notice how hard he still was.

He was playing the game. Well, if Cassandra's words and actions could be relied on. Playing her fucking stupid game. Although it didn't feel quite so fucking stupid when he did well.

And then it fell in a heap. Cassandra had been toying with him. Game playing was her thing. She was an actress. "I could go on for hours," she said. Hours. Fuck. Hard as Pete was, his tongue was tired, his mouth was sore, his knees ached, and his erection would not last indefinitely.

From elation he fell into despair in an instant. For a while the anger returned. It swelled inside him, rising like the tide, taking over his thoughts, driving him even as Cassandra's vocal responses became more subdued. The whole exercised was cruel, and he disengaged his mouth from her cunt, lifted his head and said as much.

"You are a fucking cruel bitch," he said, looking across her stomach and between her breasts. She didn't even raise her face to smile or taunt him, or mouth an obscenity. For an excruciating moment Pete wondered if Cassandra had fallen asleep. But whatever else he was failing to achieve, she was unlikely to fall asleep on the wobbly antique table lest both she and the wineglass fell to the floor.

"Let's ditch the table, Cassandra," he said. "This is fucking stupid. I've done what you asked and if you don't want to beg then...." But he had no words. He wanted to fuck Cassandra badly and she'd explained the rules. Everything but his cock. Everything....hmmm.

Pete stood and stepped round the table until his cock was waving in Cassandra's face. She opened her eyes and held his gaze with little expression. Contempt, perhaps. Is that how she looked? This crazy woman who'd fucked more men than she could count, he guessed. And more women. And....just not him. Well, not at this stage of the game. Maybe playing along so compliantly was his problem. But she'd told him that if he broke the rules and simply fucked her, she'd walk out and end things. He could take her. Pete knew he was the stronger physically, but her emotional domination of him made him weak at the knees.

He needed a break, if only to deny himself the temptation of raping her and to let his anger subside. Without flagging his intentions, Pete turned and left his mother's workroom without looking back, wondering if Cassandra watched his ass as he walked through the door into the hallway.

"Fuck," he said almost to himself once he was sure he was out of earshot. "Fucking fuck." Pete wanted to cry. He walked as far as the front door where not long ago Cassandra had arrived and started today's stage of her crazy game. Fucking in every room. Every fucking room.

The soft zip-up bag she'd brought with her lay on the floor where she'd dropped it. What the fuck had she brought with her? The dildo, of course. The one she'd used on him in the bathroom although he hadn't seen her unzip the bag nor carry it upstairs. Hmmm.

Pete knelt down, unzipped Cassandra's bag and pulled it open. On the top was another dildo, a little like the one she'd used in the bath, but red with an end shaped more like an enormous cock. Under that was a wand. He knew what it was from seeing it in her house and on screen. And then several tubes. Lube maybe? Lotions of some kind? Ointment? He read a label. Numbing cream....which must be for....pain regulation? Pain? He took the top items out of the bag and laid them on the floor. Next came two pairs of handcuffs, one silvery metal like the police use and the other pink and fluffy. A box of plastic ties....like the ones his father used for staking fruit trees in the garden. Plastic ties? Then a whip, and another dildo, this time black and shaped like the biggest cock he'd ever seen. Pete picked it up. It was harder than he expected, not at all soft and pliable. He imagined how much lube it would take to get that thing inside an asshole. Under that was a coil of rope, soft and silky, then a jar of wax and another of petroleum jelly, then a strange device with two uneven ends which looked a little like rabbit ears. Next came a string of rubber balls, black like the hard plastic cock, but metallic and smooth, tied together by a fine metal chain with a plastic grip at one end. And then several butt plugs in different sizes and colors, and two ball gags. He knew what they were. Cassandra often wore them on film, especially when the wand was being used on her or when she was being double penetrated. There were other items in the bag which he didn't recognize and couldn't name, let alone speculate about what they were used for. Clamps maybe. A long silver metal rod like a straw, but solid and thinner with smooth rounded ends. And something like a dental fitting for keeping the mouth open....wide open so that you couldn't possibly shut it or resist....what?

Pete scooped everything up which he'd removed and bundled it back into the bag, and zipped it up before carrying it back to his mother's work room. So, he thought, if he couldn't use his cock to make Cassandra beg him to fuck her, she hadn't said anything about.....using the things in the bag. Is this what she wanted him to do? What she was challenging him to do? Use the sex toys on her? The devices? The creams and lotions and lubricant and...the things that might cause pain? Really? But she caused him to feel pain earlier when she screwed the dildo into his ass while he was on the phone to his mother, a game at which he thought he'd performed well, but which to her was a complete failure.

Would she still be perched on the wobbly table? Surely not. It could hardly be comfortable, however much she wanted to taunt him.

"Cassandra," Pete said as he walked back into the work room. "I've brought your bag."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

"This isn't the first time I've played this game or one just like it, you know...I could go for hours of teasing before I ever relented and begged for a cock to fuck me

That was when Cassandra noticed that his actions seemed to stall. She didn't lift her head to find out what was the hold up, but she heard Peter stand up from where he'd been kneeling at the feast that was her pussy. Was he switching strategies in this game on her here?

"You are fucking cruel bitch."
There were so many responses she could make to that statement of simple truth, but Cassandra decided to remain silent, waiting, curious to see exactly where he was going with this.

"Let's ditch the table, Cassandra," he said. "This is fucking stupid. I've done what you asked and if you don't want to beg then...."

He started around the table and Cassandra expected him to begin toying with her mouth in preparation of making her beg to suck his cock, but he just stood there with his cock hard and throbbing right in front of her face staring down at her. Did he expect her to relent and beg to suck his cock just looking at it? Although, it was tempting....She did love sucking cock and when the guy just fucking owned it, making her take it right down her throat, making her choke on it so the slobber drips over her face.

How fun, but he'd have to earn it first.

She looked up at him and to reply to his statement gave him a smirk, "The object of the game is to make me beg for it. If you can't figure out how to complete that task then you will fail and I will have no use for you."

She saw his anger flare in his gaze and he stood there contemplating whether or not to force her. Cassandra lay there atop the wobbly table seemingly completely uncaring whether or not he chose to attempt to rape her or not. She leered at his cute little ass when he turned about and stormed out of the room on her.

Well...fuck....

Was it too much for poor Peter? Did he just quit on her?

Nah...Cassandra was a very good judge of character, and Peter still wanted too much to put his cock inside her again and again and again. He wasn't quitting. No, he was making her wait for it.

Cassandra smiled staring out the door Peter had just left through. That was a very impressive move on his part, one she wouldn't have expected out of Peter so soon in the evolution of her games. Perhaps she had finally found someone willing to go all the way with her in her games.

She lay atop the table waiting for him to come back. It took time. He stretched it out a good long time, the mother fucker. He made her sweat it out. He made her wonder if she was reading the situation all wrong. Time continued with no sign of his return.

Maybe he had quit on her after all?

Maybe he was waiting just outside the door for her to finally relent? That would be what she'd do if their positions in this game were reversed. The smile widened. Maybe she had finally found someone worthy to play with in this kid?

More time passed. Laying on the table like this was getting more uncomfortable by the second, and if she adjusted even a little to make herself more comfortable the wine would spill over. If he was waiting outside the door...she began contemplating relenting and begging him to come back and fuck her pussy...maybe her ass...no...her mouth...she'd still hold her pussy and ass in reserve.

But then he returned carrying the gym bag with all the sex toys she'd brought earlier. He lifted it saying, "Cassandra, I've brought your bag."
She looked up at him eyeing the bag, "Mmmmm, Peter, what do you plan to do with the toys in there?"

 

[ericrodman101]

"...what do you plan to do with the toys in there?"

Pete was surprised to find Cassandra still perched on the wobbly table after he'd been out of the room so long. But then she was a stayer. He knew that. He'd watched Cassandra being fucked on film and if there was one thing he knew from his brief acquaintance with her, she was a stayer. Indeed, he was already convinced that there was probably nothing he could do or say to her that she hadn't heard or had done to her before, and then by paid pornstars or seasoned guys and gals who were in the same business as Cassandra, the porn business. What could Pete Tranter, 18 year old recent virgin and sex toy novice, teach Cassandra Delacourt?

Thinking like this made Pete anxious. His cock deflated and he wondered if Cassandra was watching it go down. He just wanted to fuck, to put his cock into any hole this crazy woman offered him, to be inside her, feel her round his cock, experience her, learn from her. It wasn't love. Nothing like it. Love was something his mother watched on daytime TV. Or his cocktease girlfriend Anna talked about to deflect him when he was trying to get his hands inside her panties. It was lust. Fucking, raging, unfenced lust, bursting out of every pore, every orifice, every fiber of his being. This beautiful, sexy woman had made herself available to him for some mad reason of her own and Pete's hormones had taken control of his brain and his body.

And now she was making him wait. Fuck!

So to the bag of toys. Sex toys. For pleasure. And maybe pain. On film there was a mix of both, but Pete knew enough about porn to know that the emotions depicted were acting. Was any of it real? It looked painful even when the actors exhibited pleasure. The dildo Cassandra had forced up his ass while he was standing in the bath talking on the phone to his mother had been painful. Not extreme, but enough to know if and when she pushed it up his ass again, he wanted a little more control and a lot more lube involved.

Lube was the key, he guessed. Sometimes you saw it on film, sometimes not. But surely these enormous toys didn't fit into your body without lube. Or lots of force. Lube or oil or suntan lotion or spit or cum or anything wet and slippery? Cassandra had responded positively when Pete had sucked her pussy, lubricating her with his mouth and tongue, with his spit. But was spit enough to ease the passage of any of the toys in the bag?

He reached inside and pulled out the wand. He knew what it was. A vibrator with a round end. He'd watched Cassandra using it on herself and other women, or having it used on her, stimulating pussies and sometimes cocks and even assholes. Pete held it up to show her, then switched it on. The buzzing sound was so loud it made him jump. It was sexy and mechanical at the same time, and he wished there was someone else there to show him how to use it.

And there was....

"Cassandra," Pete said, hearing the plaintive tone in his voice. "You win. The table isn't gonna work for me. And I don't know the first thing about the toys in the bag, the wand, the dildos, the lubricants, the clips, the gags, the...."

He smiled, a little forlornly, hoping against hope she'd take pity on him.

"You're gonna have to show me what you like, how to use them...you know, before I hurt you or stick it in the wrong place...do anything you fucking want to me with them....and can we adjourn to the bed?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

She looked up at him eyeing the bag, "Mmmmm, Peter, what do you plan to do with the toys in there?"

He looked surprised to see her still lying on the table where he left her. Something Cassandra didn't understand. Why would he find that surprising? It was all a part of the game for her to stay motionless on the table like this.

He looked down at the bag in his hands suddenly crestfallen. She watched in dismay his cock begin to flag and shrink from the fierce and mighty titan to a meek and flacid mouse.

He reached inside and pulled out the hitachi wand she had put in there. It was a battery operated model, and when it turned to life it whirred starkly in the suddenly quiet room. Something that seemed to startle Peter.

Looking at her with the hitachi whirring away in his hand his voice came plaintively, "Cassandra, you win."

"What..." She replied surprised to hear this admission of defeat from someone she'd pegged as so competitive and hard-headed that he'd rather fail than ever admit defeat to her...had she been so wrong in her assessment of this young man?

"The table isn't going to work for me," He explained, "And I don't know the first thing about the toys in the bag, the wand, the dildos, the lubricants, the clips, the gags, the...." He gave her a pitiful smile as if asking for mercy from her. "And can we adjourn to the bed?"

Her smile had become a pout of several emotions: dissappointment, sexual frustration, and scorn, and then something else warring with the others...what was it? Pity? No...fuck no...not from her...not Cassandra fucking Delacourt...she ate pathetic losers like Peter for breakfast everyday with absolutely no remorse for what she'd done to them or care for their anguish...so what the fuck was this feeling that made her want...to help him now?!

To him she glared and in answer she declared, "Is the stupid table fucking with you that much?" She didn't give him time to answer before roaring, "Get the fuck over here now!"

When he came up to her from where she fixed his with a stern look of disdain. "What the fuck is wrong with following the simple rules of a game for christ sake, moron?" She looked to the hitachi in his hand. "Put that thing between my thighs. Right on my pussy and move it up the lips to where it just barely touches my clit. Right there! Stay just like that so it kisses the tip of my clit."

She wanted to writhe under the deliciously torturous vibrations against her clitoris. She wanted to pump her hips and force more contact. Most of all however, she wanted to come in a body shaking orgasmic eruption. They stayed like this for several moments. With Cassandra trembling from the strain of staying still. Her chest was rising as she took huge moaning breaths of air letting an endless stream of obscenities at him for not being smart enough to play the game properly.

"Grab my titty mother fucker!" She snarled at him and when he did, "Harder! Pinch that nipple. I said fucking harder!"

Her teeth gritted as she made a keening sound hips lifting up off table straining for more pressure from the hitachi on her clit.

From her actions the wine sloshed around the lip of the wineglass making it rattle on the table. She froze instantly.

That was close.

"Gimme that Cock." She said eyeing his dick. "Now put it right up in my face, dumbass. Yeah, just like that. rub the tip right against my lips back and forth, and keep that hitachi on my clit if you want me to beg to suck this cock, stupid loser. Can't even play along in a simple game."

 

[ericrodman101]

Pete felt roundly chastised by Cassandra's outburst, but somehow aroused as well. He liked it. So she wasn't going to relent and move to the bed. Not fight him, so much as annihilate him. Maybe he'd been too belligerent all along. Too impatient. She was the grown up, the experienced one. He had so much to learn. Just finding his way round a pussy was hard enough, let alone knowing what to do with a bag of sex toys. He just so wanted to fuck....

But he'd have to cooperate for now.

The table was a bridge too far. Who the fuck wanted to fuck on a wobbly table? 'Standing up in a hammock' was a joke he had with Evan, but fucking in a hammock seemed easier than the stupid fucking table. For some reason Pete was reminded of his father wanting to throw it away and his mother resisting. It was Aunt Irma's table, whoever the fuck she was, and something his mother had desired since childhood.

Cassandra was yelling abuse at him. "Get the fuck over here now!" Why was abuse out of her mouth so sexy? "Moron!"

He stood meekly by her side, naked and deflating, the hitachi wand in his hand.

"Put that thing between my thighs. Right on my pussy and move it up the lips to where it just barely touches my clit. Right there! Stay just like that so it kisses the tip of my clit."

Pete did as he was told. It was good to be instructed. Especially as he wasn't sure how far it could be inserted inside a woman. He'd watched Cassandra on film having things bigger than the wand shoved inside her, but this device was for external stimulation, he guessed. He watched as she fought the wand, her chest heaving, straining not to shake and spill the wine, and then yelling more abuse, obscenities, sweet and lurid and sexy and disgusting.

"Grab my titty, mother fucker!" Mother fucker. If there was one thing which didn't arouse Pete it was mother fucking. Incest. Ewwh! His mother. If only Cassandra was his mother, or his stepmother maybe. Now that was a sexy idea....

Pete grabbed her tit. She yelled at him to pinch her. Hard. He did. Cassandra lifted her ass off the table in response, pushing herself into the wand in his other hand, the pressure surprising him as the wineglass tilted and tipped alarmingly.

And then Cassandra asked him for his cock.

"Now put it right up in my face, dumbass."

He put the tip against her lips and rubbed it back and forth. Pete's whole body tingled. He shivered with arousal, precum pooling on the end, dribbling onto her face, glistening on her mouth. His bodily fluids on her mouth. He tried to concentrate on the wand in his other hand, feeling it tease back the folds of her skin, threatening to open her up. Cassandra's face was distorted with pleasure and pain and rage, he thought. Would she beg to suck him like she said was the point of the game? He so wanted her to beg. He so wanted to win. To beat her even if they were Cassandra's rules and he'd already surrendered and he'd do anything she asked now. Anything....

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

"Gimme that Cock." She said eyeing his dick. "Now put it right up in my face, dumbass. Yeah, just like that. rub the tip right against my lips back and forth, and keep that hitachi on my clit if you want me to beg to suck this cock, stupid loser. Can't even play along in a simple game."

Cassandra could tell her harsh words were having a visible effect on Peter. He was practically vibrating with how aroused he was at the moment. His cock being rubbed over her mouth was hard as a steel rod and throbbing against her lips. She could see it weeping precome. She saw a good bead of it welling up out of his cumslit and she had to fight an almost overwhelming urge to lick it up with her tongue.

She loved cock. She wanted his cock, and that desire for Peter's cock was beginning to grow into a full-blown need for it.

The Hitachi wand was driving her crazy. She could feel the vibrations coursing through every cell in her body skyrocketing her own arousal into the stratosphere. Peter, although unintentionally, was keeping the wand just lightly touching her clitoris enough to make her go wild but not enough to push her over the edge. She could feel an orgasm building just at her metaphorical fingertips, yet just out of her reach. It was a masterful way to play the game, and it was all upon her own directions, and it was working beautifully on her.

"Now mother fucker," She snarled up at him, "Reach into that bag, and pull out the fucking riding crop. Use that on the inside of my thighs, and don't be a fucking pussy over it. It's a crop it's supposed to sting, moron,"

When he did he might as well be hitting her with a feather. She growled in pure sexual frustration. "I fucking said make it sting, dumbass. Now again on the other thigh but harder. Again but harder!" She hissed from the pain. "Finally...you stopped being a pussy, Peter. Now continue hitting me that hard from one thigh to the other with it until I tell you to stop, idiot."

She lay there atop the wobbly table feeling the heated kiss of the wand and crop in equal measure for the next several minutes soaking in the vibrations and the stings of the crop, feasting on the dueling sensations coursing through her body, sweet and spicy. She watched his cock, her nostrils were full of his manly cock musk. It was a veritable running fawcett of yummy salty precome.

This was becoming unbearable. She loved sucking cock. She'd love sucking Peter's cock right now.

Quick as lightning her lips opened and her tongue lanced out as he brushed it over her lips capturing a taste of his precome.

His reaction was priceless and Cassandra giggled girlishly at it before looking him in the eye pleadingly. "I want it, Peter. Give it to me. You know how good I am at sucking your cock. Don't you want to feel my lips and tongue making it feel good as you push it all the way to the balls into my throat? I'd let you do it. You can fuck my throat like it was your own personal fleshlight. Make me gag on it, choke on your cock until the lack of air threatens to make me black out on it. You can do it so hard and messy with my saliva running down my face into my eyes, my hair making a puddle on your mother's workroom floor."

"C'mon mother fucker," She begged to him, "If you can do that while still using the crop and Hitachi wand on me while on this table without spilling the wine...I'll let you pick the next game we play in the next room."

 

[ericrodman101]

"...like your own personal fleshlight..."

Jesus fucking Christ. Pete had used the crop on Cassandra. He didn't get it, but she asked for it so he used it on the inside of her thighs. Hard like she asked. Until she asked him to stop, her skin red and raw like her cunt. Cassandra sucked his cock greedily, almost as if she was no longer in control but had succumbed to all that he'd done to her. Sure she directed things, using filthy insults which he liked even more than ordinary conversation, but he, Pete Tranter, recently turned eighteen and no longer a virgin, had made this crazy fucking bitch hot.

And now she said he could use her throat like a fleshlight. Fuck!

Pete had never used a fleshlight but he'd seen them on film. And he'd seen even more cocks using Casandra's throat like a fleshlight. Fuck, how he hoped he was up to it, even close to the mark fucking her throat like the professional pornstars he'd watched fuck her.

Motherfucker she called him. Dumbass. Moron.

"Crazy fucking bitch," Pete said out loud. But how the fuck was he supposed to fuck her mouth while still using the wand and the crop on this crazy fucking wobbly table and not spill the wine. How the fuck?

Pete stepped round to where Cassandra's head was lolling on the edge of the table. On her back, her ample breasts fell flat and to the sides. She looked up at him, upside down, obscenities on her lips, begging him to fuck her like he'd wanted to do all day.

"OK, my turn," he said, not caring much about the crop and the wand. But the wine. Hmmm.

He let her suck his cock for a bit, teasing her mouth with the end, precum glistening under her nose.

"Suck it, bitch," Pete said, enjoying getting into the swing of obscene instructions like Cassandra used. "Choke on it."

He leaned forward into her open mouth, sliding his cock slowly but firmly between her lips and not stopping until he felt the back with his cock tip. He held her there, his hands holding her head tight. He couldn't thrust or bump too much, or the wine would spill. This was all about fitting himself inside her, taking it slow, not cumming too quickly, but just easing himself into the mouth fuck.

He pushed himself a little further. Cassandra was sucking and gurgling almost sweetly. Taking an eighteen year old boy cock like this would be nothing to her. He'd watched her take big black cocks, twice the length and girth of his, without flinching, without even breaking her smile, just letting guys rape her mouth, the cum and the spit and the mucus sluicing out of her around the cocks and flowing down her face. That's how he wanted this to go. Like she said, make her gag, make her wet, make the saliva pool on the floor. But hard? The wine glass? Fuck!

Pete pushed into Cassandra's mouth as far as he could, until he sensed he was inside the top of her throat. He looked down at where his cock head was distending her flesh. If he moved a little, it bobbed inside her like an Adam's apple, so sexy, so fucking sexy. And yet still she didn't gag. Cassandra was a super woman.

But he felt her swallow, then adjust herself around him, even as he commenced the lightest thrusting, the wine threatening to slosh over the rim at any moment. And the wand? The crop? How many fucking hands did she think he had?

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

"C'mon mother fucker," She begged to him, "If you can do that while still using the crop and Hitachi wand on me while on this table without spilling the wine...I'll let you pick the next game we play in the next room."

"Crazy fucking bitch," He muttered moving in to grant her hungry pleas for his cock.

He stepped around keeping his cock tantalizingly close to her face. She kept up the flow of obscene ladened commentary. "C'mon, Peter. Give it to me. I want it now. I need it now. I want to taste your cock. Feel it as it pushes past my mouth and all the way down my throat. I want to gag around it. I-"

One moment she was speaking-begging for it-and the next with one motion of his hips she had her desire granted. Her smutty pleading was cut off as he thrusted his cock forward. she barely had time to open her mouth enough to let him slide it past her lips and inside. "OK, my turn."

She set to work immediately. Her tongue rolled over the tip and her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction.

She could hear the pleasure in his tone of voice as he returned the string of obscene language back at her. "Suck it bitch. Choke on it." He leaned in pushing his cock deeper to the back of her mouth. Even reaching a hand down and holding the back of her head still and pushing the tip down her throat. She nursed on his cock sweetly, making suction and gurgling sounds, and not caring about the wealth of saliva bubbling past her lips around the invading cockmeat and down her face. At this angle all she could see was his hanging nutsack smacking against her nose.

The whole point of this game was for Peter to learn self-control, not just over his erection, but on how he used it to fuck her. Too fast or too hard and he'd spill the wine, but too easy he wouldn't have near enough pleasure in this experience for either of them.

She swallowed around the cock head in her thoat the muscles of her esophagus squeezing around him...letting him know she could take more-hell, if he had watched any of her videos he'd know she could take so much more. And he began to slowly thrust back in forth into her open, welcoming throat. Not too fast. Not too hard. The table shook and wobbled. The wine sloshed around in the wineglass, but did not tip and spill out. Peter was playing the game well.

Around his member there came noises from the deep-throating from her. "Gluk...gluk...gluk..."

But she was not done. One hand lifted from the table reaching out searching and finding the one hand holding the crop and guiding it so the crop dragged over her body to the swaying, shaking breast with the energy of his motions even as controlled as they had to be for him to pull this game off. She lifted his hand so the end of the crop hovered over the moving, rocking target of her nipple and then with a twist of her wrist it came crashing down ontop of it.

Once he'd caught on to that the same hand took hold of the hitachi wand keeping it pressed against her clit. In all the commotion of fucking her throat he'd been neglecting her clit. She knew how to put the right pressure of the vibrating ball end against her sensitive nub to get her skyrocketing to her own orgasm.

She was relying upon Peter not to lose it and fuck her throat too hard, and not to let her slide off the table if he did. It was all on him. All of it on him, now.

They went on like this for a long time, enough for the saliva running down her face from around his cock was making her a total mess. It was getting into her eyes, in her hair, dripping down onto the floor. He was doing well...and then she could feel the telltale quiver in the cock plundering her throat. She could feel his balls tighten up against the base. He was about to give her what she wanted....

The next moment the orgasm came upon him, shot after shot. It wasn't a little orgasm. This was a mighty one. One that forced his head back and shook his entire body as he emptied his very soul down her throat spurt after spurt.

When Peter pulled away on shaky legs she smiled up at him licking her lips, proud for him. Carefully she sat up on the table and lifted the wineglass in her hand and laughed. "All that talk about how the table didn't work for you...you won the game, Peter. Congratulations."

She got up letting the table fall over onto the floor. "And you thought you couldn't do it." She offered the glass to him. "Care for a taste of your victory?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Peter stepped back, took the glass from Cassandra and drank. He didn't realize he was so thirsty, but mostly he wanted to see the fucking wineglass drained. The thought of spilling it and failing at her game had been distracting him. When it was empty the teen threw it into a corner, smashing it to smithereens, then turned and looked at his naked neighbor, smiling.

"Victory. You crazy fucking bitch."

Crazy fucking bitch. He loved saying it although he wished he could rise to Cassandra's level of obscenity. The way she spoke to him got him nearly as hard as he way she fucked him.

He looked around the room. Glass and plaster everywhere. His mother's things smashed and ruined. There would be explaining to do. Unless he could come up with a plausible explanation. Squirrels? A bear? Intruders? The crazy fucking bitch from next door made me fuck her on your wobbly table, Mom, and we sorta just broke everything.

Her spit and his cum was dripping off Cassandra's chin and adding to the mess on the floor. He loved how she made no attempt to clean herself up, but just stood there, naked and on display, for his pleasure. As he did for her. He could feel his cock deflating even as he contemplated how to fuck her next. He'd won the game so he could choose the next room and what he wanted to do. He so wanted to take her ass, maybe to wipe the smile off her face, a real victory. So she begged for his cock in her mouth, but might she beg for him to take his cock out of her ass?

And then there was the bag of sex toys. Pete could imagine what you might do with them, but he didn't really know.

"Will you show me how all these toys work? What to do with them? Where they go? Yeah?"

Cassandra smiled broadly again. For a moment Pete imagined he was still winning, but when he said 'the basement', picked up the bag of sex toys and led her to the stairs, he realized that she knew where the toys went and he didn't, so that whatever Cassandra did with them was pretty much her in control.

Holding her hand as if they were girlfriend and boyfriend, he went first down the stairs, his cock still semi hard bobbing before him. His father had a desk and computer in the basement along with his filing cabinets, but the room was mainly given over to a full size pool table. As soon as he saw it, Pete's mind went back to another of Cassandra's porn films he'd watched where she'd been gangfucked on a pool table. Not in a basement, but a biker bar. He'd lost count of how many big, hairy tattooed bikers had fucked her in every hole, throwing her about, bending her over, twisting her so that they could control her body. And he remembered how she smiled throughout even when by any measure what they did to her looked at least uncomfortable if not downright painful.

"I want to fuck you like in your pool table vid," he said. Pete looked round as he spoke at the pool cues hanging on the wall. He wondered how soon he would be properly hard again, but didn't want to wait. "With a pool cue...up the ass."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

She got up letting the table fall over onto the floor. "And you thought you couldn't do it." She offered the glass to him. "Care for a taste of your victory?"

"Victory." Peter stepped back and took up the glass of wine. He lifted it to his lips. Cassandra watched him drain it all in one go with an approving nod of her head. When it was emptied he threw it against the wall and it shattered on the floor with the remnants of his mother's porcelain figurines. Then he turned to regard her saying balefully, "You crazy fucking bitch."

He seemed to like calling her that. As a whole, it wasn't the worst thing she'd ever been called, and Cassandra couldn't dispute that there was some truth to that particular point of view of her. So she let the backhanded compliment slide without taking offense.

She stood there completely naked hand cocked on one hip. She made no move to wipe off the wealth of saliva and cum dripping down her face to fall on her ample breasts. She remained completely unconcerned for the mess or either of their nudity here.

Peter stood there as well his cock still wet from her spittle and looking around at the wreckage caused by his own hands here in his mother's workroom. After a minute of surveying the damage he turned back to her and gestured to the bag of sextoys she'd brought for them to use this weekend.

"Will you show me how all these toys work?" He asked her, "What to do with them? Where they go? Yeah?"

She nodded. "I have to remember you're new to sex of this level, Peter. So, I can teach you how to use each and every one."

Following the game of fucking in every room in the house at least once he suggested his father's man cave in the basement. Taking the bag of sex toys and then leading her hand in hand through the house and downstairs to the mancave. Inside was a large flatscreen TV on the far wall, a comfortable looking leather sofa, and full on surround sound system. The wall next to that were pictures of hot rod cars and memorabilia, a fully stocked wetbar, and vintage jukebox, and filing cabinets. The rest of the space was taken up by a large sturdy-looking pool table.

He pointed to it and told her, "I want to fuck you like in the pool table vid. With a pool cue...up the ass."

In response to that she looked back at him a little lost. "I've done so many in my career. Refresh my memory, Peter. Which video are you referring to?"

To do so he had to go back up to retrieve his phone. Then as he was synching up the video to play on the den's TV she stepped over to the wet bar and opened his father' bottle of scotch and poured them both glasses of it. She came back handing him one-completely unconcerned that he was not of legal drinking age and sat down on the sofa next to him as the video began playing. After a second she nodded and said. "Oh this one...it is the first scene in one of my features. I played a frustrated trophy wife seeking revenge on her cheating husband by submitting myself to the roughest and furthest from him to be used and abused by them....It's actually not one of my more popular videos for whatever reason..."

She sipped on the scotch as they watched on. On screen a much younger version of her was having one man bend her over said pool table ripping open her high fashion dress as another began mauling her exposed breasts as two more held her legs spread wide for the biker's leader to fingerbang her pussy and asshole. Then one choked her forcing her to debase herself by licking and sucking on a pair of billiard balls and a pool cue as if they were a cock and balls. It would progress to get much rougher and more degrading as the video continued for twenty more minutes or so. Every man in the scene would positively ravage one of her holes in it-sometimes all three at once-to her ongoing filthy encouragement. The finale would show her bent over on the pool table so her ass was pointing up in the air as the aforementioned pool cue was used to fuck her in her gaping ass to a violent cursing obcenity laden squirting orgasm.

When it ended she got up and set the empty glass down looking back to him with a wicked smile. "The game will be for you to recreate that video as well as you can manage, Peter, but for the next game we recreate a video I choose."

 

[ericrodman101]

Pete sat next to Cassandra on the couch in his father's den while she sipped scotch, watching the video on the big screen of her being gangfucked on a pool table. His cock was sore and even though the video was hot and his cock flopped between his open legs in full view, Pete resisted stroking himself to allow himself to recover. For a guy who'd been jerking himself stupid every time he could for as long as he could remember, not jerking in front of a hot vid and a naked woman felt like an enormous sacrifice, an act of self-denial he would never have thought possible.

And yet it felt right and sensible, sitting back on the couch naked, sexually spent, next to a naked woman who was willingly letting him do whatever he wanted, albeit according to her rules, a dream cum true. A wet dream cum true. Pete smiled at the phrase. Wet dream. Cum true. He wondered if that's how the guys on film felt when they came up with crazy, sexy, obscene witticisms to say out loud as they fucked Cassandra.

The film went for about half an hour. It amazed Pete that one woman could take the pounding she was receiving. The guys were OK. They fucked her in turn, hard for sure, but they could fuck and step back and recover out of camera shot. Cassandra, however, was in shot the whole time, being violated in every hole, and not just by cocks. By the end of the film they were fucking her up the ass with the pool cue. Of course, Pete knew it was staged. A pool cue was hard and unforgiving. But Cassandra was a great actress and she let them fuck her with the long thin piece of wood as if she enjoyed it, and having a pool cue shoved inside your body while you were verbally abused seemed as normal as the cock in cunt sex they'd also played out.

He wanted to ask her if it hurt, but when he turned his head Cassandra was watching as intently as he was. Maybe it was just a job for her. Some people delivered the mail, some drove trucks, and some let three men fuck them up the ass with a pool cue in return for a regular bank check. The eighteen year old found his hand on his cock again almost without realizing it and stroked himself a little, despite the tenderness. He sensed Cassandra noticing that he was stroking again and wondered how he measured up to the professional guys on the film.

When the film was done, Cassandra stood, set down her empty glass and turned, smiling wickedly.

"The game will be for you to recreate that video as well as you can manage, Peter, but for the next game we recreate a video I choose."

Pete nodded. "OK, but how do I recreate a video where you were fucked by three guys when there's just me?" He lifted his hand from his cock as if to show her something. "And when I'm fucking sore? Can we just go straight to the pool cue or you show me the sex toys and how they work? I don't know how you can do that on film, and then again in the room and not be as sore as me? It's like you're some kinda superhuman fuck machine. I mean, if we had three other guys here now and I could share, I guess I could stick my cock in you OK, but...I never thought I'd fucking say this. I really gotta recover a bit more. Yeah?"

She looked down at him and he wondered if her silence and the grin was mocking him. Not that he didn't deserve it. What eighteen year old didn't dream of encountering a woman like Cassandra? And then to be out-paced by her. Used up, worn out, spent. Tired and sore. And they still had room after room to fuck in, and the sex toys, and the pool cue, and who knew what? And he just wanted to fuck, to feel his cock inside her, to make her squeal and squirm and ask for more and beg him to stop. Cassandra had beaten him. Made him understand who was boss. Pete loved it, of course. Loved the whole sex toy, sex slave feeling it gave him. And yet, if only he could rise to the occasion and test her out, fuck her, win another game. If only....

"So...Cassandra..."

Pete stood, his raw cock barely swollen, swinging between his legs like some sorry worn out appendage. Maybe if she could suck him back to hardness. Her mouth might be soothing. Or use some of the lotions in the bag of sex toys. Pete felt so inadequate.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

When it ended she got up and set the empty glass down looking back to him with a wicked smile. "The game will be for you to recreate that video as well as you can manage, Peter, but for the next game we recreate a video I choose."

"OK, but how do I recreate a video where you were fucked by three guys when there's just me?" He nodded at that and Cassandra got a good look at the state of his erection, "And when I'm fucking sore? Can we just go straight to the pool cue or you show me the sex toys and how they work? I don't know how you can do that on film, and then again in the room and not be as sore as me? It's like you're some kinda superhuman fuck machine. I mean, if we had three other guys here now and I could share, I guess I could stick my cock in you OK, but...I never thought I'd fucking say this. I really gotta recover a bit more. Yeah?"
She didn't respond making him add, "So....Cassandra..."

"Am I going to have to hold your hand in every game we play, Peter?" Cassandra arched an eyebrow at that a little frustrated by his words, "This is the game Peter. If you cannot perform, if you cannot even attempt to play along with it, then I have no use for you anymore."

She turned to the pool table and lifted her naked ass onto the green felt surface sitting there regally and staring him down, waiting. "You chose this video. I expect you to deliver on it...fine though however...since expecting you to be a man and play the game well is so difficult for you...you want to be a little boy asking me to do it for you like I'm your mommy or something..." She sighed releasing some of her frustration out with him, "...Since this is your reward I will do it for you again."

"This is the last freebie though, Peter." She warned him, "After this you man up and play my games or it's over. I'll find someone else who can...perhaps your friend...Evan's his name right?" She added that waiting to see what reaction that idea would generate from her young paramour.

"Anyway..." She pointed to the gym bag full of sextoys, "Bring them here to me."

"The secret to that video you're obviously unaware of is that it was shot over the course of several days," She explained to him when he returned with the bag. "And much of it was focused on the day we did it on limbering and stretching my asshole open to take the pool cue without injuring me. So no superhuman powers involved only the magic of hollywood."

"First let's focus on recreating the rough attitude the men in the video had without actually hurting me too aggressively." She told him like a teacher going over what should be obvious to her student...of course 2 plus two equaled four, you're finally getting it, no you're not dumb just slow.

She leaned close to him so her face was in his, "I've pissed you off, I can tell. That's good we'll use that." Her lips brushed his as she ordered, "Kiss me like you hate me with every fiber of your being, Peter. Make me feel it all the way down to my pussy, and don't you stop until my pussy is drenching the felt of your father's pool table. I'm a fucked-up bitch so you do it right it will be nothing but a turn on for me."

 

[ericrodman101]

How could he be so fucking stupid? Pete knew Cassandra’s video was staged, like all professional porn. But several days? It made sense. He was sore enough just from fucking today, and he hadn’t had five guys and a pool cue up his ass.

But Cassandra was cross, getting short with him. What the fuck? He was eighteen for fuck’s sake. All testosterone and unbounded energy and no experience or finesse. What the fuck did she expect? And why fuck him at all? What was the point? Just a game, a diversion while she found a real man. Or real men given her propensity for group fucking.

And then there was Cassandra’s mentioning Evan. Pete almost wished Evan would walk in on them now, so he could share and maybe get some relief while his friend and Cassandra fucked. Pete realised he would enjoy watching Evan fuck. And think of the goodwill it would generate. Evan would fucking owe him if he could arrange for his friend to get his cock inside Cassandra.

But first he had to deal with her ultimatum. Get it right or go home. Fuck Cassandra as roughly as he could without hurting her. Kiss her until her pussy drenched the pool table. Was that even possible? Would a slut like Cassandra be turned on that much merely by kissing?

At least she had asked for the bag of sex toys. Pete was even more keen to see Cassandra demonstrate them all and instruct him in their use. He‘d gathered the bag and set it on the table beside her naked hip, then leaned in and kissed her like she said, hard and deep, his tongue opening her mouth. He placed his hand between her thighs and fingered her pussy as they kissed. She was wet so he must be doing something right. But ready to drench the pool table in pussy juice seemed another level of arousal entirely.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

She leaned close to him so her face was in his, "I've pissed you off, I can tell. That's good we'll use that." Her lips brushed his as she ordered, "Kiss me like you hate me with every fiber of your being, Peter. Make me feel it all the way down to my pussy, and don't you stop until my pussy is drenching the felt of your father's pool table. I'm a fucked-up bitch so you do it right it will be nothing but a turn on for me."

He had placed the bag of sextoys on the pool table beside her by her right hip. Peter stood between her spread thighs at the edge of the table, his cock just sticking out over the top limp and chafed from the numerous energetic fuckings they've done that day. Cassandra didn't feel bad about that. Nor did she feel bad about demanding more from him. This was name of the game they were playing after all.

In response to what she had told him Pete closed the scant distance between them and sealed his lips to his. She felt his mouth part and his tongue against her lips forcing them to open up for the onslaught as his rushed inside. She could feel it. His unfocused aggression, his frustration, his hatred...towards her...towards himself...and the enduring desire to prove himself to her...to show her he was more than just a plaything for her games. Yes, she felt it as his kiss became more and more dominant.

When his hand moved down her body to her sex he'd find her wet and eager for more, but not yet melting and dribbling onto the pool table's surface...not yet. But it was a very good start so far.

Her hand wrapped around his wrist as his fingers pushed inside past the lips of her pussy. It wasn't to stop him. It was to keep his hand there.

The kiss was broken when he felt the need for air. Leaving them both panting to refill their lungs.

"That's good, Peter." She told him as her other hand grabbed his other hand and brought it up to her neck. "You remember the beginning of the video? The head biker tore my clothes off and grabbed me by the throat on the pool table as his buddies egged him on. He was played by the pornstar, Dick Pounders, great guy-a practicing Zen Buddhist-would never so much as hurt a fly but is so good at acting like he could and so much more in a rough sex scene with his costars like me in this one we're recreating."

She maneuvered his hand to her throat so his fingers were around it in very particular placements. "Now squeeze Peter." When he did her next words came out labored and panting, "You see, doing it this way doesn't close off my airway completely, but it looks like it does to the viewer. Now just like Dick did in the start of the video...force me back to lie on the table so you can really fingerfuck me."

 

[ericrodman101]

So Cassandra liked the kiss. Thank Christ he could do something right, Pete thought. He stood still, trying to disguise how out of breath he was, and enjoying the way she was panting. It felt like the very slightest domination. A win, surely, if only a tiny one. But still a win.

And she placed her hand over his, holding him against her pussy, his fingers inside her. She likes it, he thought. Another win.

"That's good, Peter," Cassandra said. And then she took things up a notch. The beginning of the video. The choking scene. Dick Pounders. Fuck, how he'd watched Dick Pounders, not just in this video, but others. The guy was a legend. If I can be anything like Dick Pounders, Pete thought, I can die and go to heaven.

Cassandra grabbed his free hand and placed it on her neck, being very careful to fit his fingers against her skin, making some sort of pattern which wasn't immediately obvious to him.

"Now squeeze Peter," she said.

He did as he was told. Did it hurt? Why the fuck did squeezing a girl's neck make his sore cock hard again?

"You see," Cassandra said, as if she was gasping for air. "Doing it this way doesn't close off my airway completely, but it looks like that."

It sure did. Pete squeezed like she said, starting to worry now that this was a bit rougher than he imagined getting with her, in spite of Cassandra being a crazy fucking aggravating bitch. Suddenly he imagined guys like Dick Pounders choking her like he'd seen in her videos. It wasn't just choking, but choreographed. Deliberate. Sensual.

"Force me to lie back on the table," she said, her eyes boring into him, "so you can really fingerfuck me."

Pete took a deep breath and again, did as he was told. With one hand tight around her neck and the other deep inside her pussy, he pushed Cassandra down onto the green baize cloth. She was good, of course. And fit, bending at the waist and taking the weight of her body without having to put her arms down for support. Somehow she seemed weightless, as if he was holding her solely with his hands, one on her neck, one inside her. And the whole time, she kept eye contact and made an expression which said 'fuck me hard'.

Really fingerfuck me. Pete thought about what Cassandra meant. Like Dick Pounders and other guys did. Hard and deep and rapid. Until she came. Or squirted. Came and squirted. Did they talk dirty to her while they did it? Pete guessed Cassandra might not be getting enough air into her lungs to say much, specially given how hard she was concentrating on appearing like a toy, a ragdoll, a fucktoy poised between his hands.

Before he was totally focused, Cassandra was lying on the pool table, her neck bent back under his hand, her knees apart, her thighs spread, her cunt almost sucking his fingers inside. He thrust them into her, quickly, as far as he could go. Deep. Painful? He wasn't sure. Cassandra gasped. Was she acting? Or was he really making an impression? Her eyes never left him.

"You like it when I choke you, slut?"

Pete withdrew his hands and shoved them in deep again.

"You fucking like it?"

He found a rhythm now. His hands worked quickly, her pussy juices leaking out into his palm and starting to drip onto the cloth.

"Tell me you like it, whore. Tell me you like my fingers inside you."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

She maneuvered his hand to her throat so his fingers were around it in very particular placements. "Now squeeze Peter." When he did her next words came out labored and panting, "You see, doing it this way doesn't close off my airway completely, but it looks like it does to the viewer. Now just like Dick did in the start of the video...force me back to lie on the table so you can really fingerfuck me."

She stared into his eyes without blinking or wavering in the slightest as he inhaled deeply at her words before applying pressure behind the hand he had around her neck to force her to lie down. She didn't give in right away. She resisted forcing him to really mean it when forcing her to do what he wants, but she really didn't resist him too much. Where would the fun be in that.

It took a moment but soon her back was pushed to lay on the felt surface of the pool table her back arched with Pete's arm between her breasts as his hand still wrapped around her throat. The other hand was using two fingers driving into her pussy. Her kees lifted in the air so her feet could lay on the edge of the table thighs spread wide. for him. She kept staring into his eyes as he worked his fingers in her pussy. Her hands curled around his wrist as if trying to pull his hand away from her neck, but she never pulled hard enough to accomplish that.

She saw in his eyes that he was beginning to fall further into his role. His fingering was becoming more dominant and forceful. He was pumping them into her with growing confidence and aggression. It was so powerful her body shook and wrenched low deep moans with every punishing thrust of his fingers.

He glared down at her like the cheap worthless whore willing to do anything for revenge on her cheating husband like in the video. "You like it when I choke you, slut?"

To that she smiled still staring into his eyes, "Yes...I fucking do..."

He pulled them out slowly knuckle by knuckle until she moaned mourning the loss of their rough stimulation. The stayed there covered in the nectar of her arousal dripping down to stain the pool table's surface. "You fucking like it?"

"Uh huh...Finger me harder...Treat me like your worthless whore, Peter..." She panted lifting her ass off the felt searching for the fingers he'd withdrawn. "...Make me come as you pound my worthless cunt with those fingers...fuck me."

With that his hand began to punish her slutty little snatch hard and deep some brushing against her g-spot some not, but driving her insane faster, harder, fiercer.

"Tell me you like it whore." He was snarling, "Tell me you like my fingers inside you."

"I love it...more...Peter...Make me your bitch...Make me cum..."

 

[ericrodman101]

"Make me your bitch. Make me cum."

This is so much fucking better than a game, Pete thought. Just fucking her. Fucking Cassandra. The crazy fucking bitch from next door. Naked on the pool table. My fingers inside her. Making her squirm and squeal and ask for more. Who fucking knew finger fucking would feel so fucking good? The eighteen year old was hard and high with arousal, his cock bumping against the side of the table, grinding against wood and precum.

She was responding to his foul language, his indecent demands by asking for more. More of his fingers. Deeper. Harder. Fuck! He wanted to open her up. Stretch her cunt. Push his fingers, his hand, his arm inside her. Was that even possible? Sure he'd watched fisting videos, but were they even real or some kind of video trick? Sure, Pete thought. Babies come out of there. Out of the hole he was invading. How big was a baby? How...fucking...big?

They'd all fucked Cassandra in the video he'd watched. The one they were re-enacting. Dick Pounders and all the other guys. They were bigger than he was. And more experienced, obviously. And she'd let them violate her. Over and over. Like a ragdoll. Like a lump of meat. Warm and pink, legs opened where she let them. Hands in her mouth. In her cunt. All over her. Swarming and rubbing and fingering and invading. Oh fuck! He was so fucking hard.

"Bitch," he said, leaning down and spitting into her mouth, his hand still on her pretty neck where she'd told him to grab her. "You crazy fucking dirty bitch."

It felt almost as if he'd reached the limit of his vocabulary. Used up all the words he had to say what he thought, tell her what he wanted, make himself even harder. Pete pushed his cock against the table. He was sore from fucking her, raw and red and tender from being inside Cassandra, from being held in her hands, rubbed inside her cunt, sucked in her mouth. He wanted more, everything, her ass, every hole. To fill them with his cock and his seed, his hands, his tongue. Make her want him, make her cum for him. Turn her inside out. Make her scream. Make her do what she did for Dick Pounders. And all the other guys she fucked before the cameras.

Pete pushed, twisting his fingers inside her, all five of them. She was open and tight, stuck on him like some kind of crazy human puppet, his hand almost inside her. She liked it. She was half smiling, eyes half closed, gasping for breath, and yet still calling out to him. Love. She loves it. She loves being used like this, like my plaything, he thought. My fuck toy.

"Cum for me bitch," he said, pushing himself inside her to the top of his knuckles. In and out. Pistoning. He leaned down and spat again into her open mouth, onto her tongue where he watched his spittle bob around before it merged with her own. He wanted to cum in her mouth again. Soon, he thought. Hold on. Her mouth. Her cunt. Her ass. Fill the slut with his seed. Mark her. Defile her. Cum inside her. Make her take his cock like she was taking his hand. They locked eyes. She was groggy, but into this. Into guys who did this to her. Jesus!

"Cum for me, bitch.....cum...for...me...."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

"I love it...more...Peter...Make me your bitch...Make me cum..."

Cassandra was leading him here. Giving him just enough rope to hang himself. The game they were playing was to reenact the scene he'd chosen. Giving Peter all the oppurtunity and the incentive and the encouragement to deviate from what happened in the scene. Still it was an enjoyable game for her. Peter was playing his parts well so far, but it would only get more complicated for him as this game continued.

She hadn't decided if it would be a good or bad thing for him when he failed.

Her ass lifted off the table as he was pumping three fingers inside her hungry hungry pussy. He was stretching her up beautifully. She strained for more as much as being pinned down to the table by his hand around her throat could allow.

"Bitch!" He growled leaning down over her his arm drilling his fingers into her faster, rougher, more liek Dick Pounders. She smiled at the insult and opened her mouth sticking her tongue out to catch it when he spit into her mouth. She looked into his eyes as she pulled her tongue back in and closed her mouth. He could feel her throat working under the hand he gripped it by as she swallowed it down.

Seeing this he repeated. "You crazy fucking dirty bitch."

She smiled wider at that and moaned when Peter began using not three but four of his fingers rapid fire into her sex. He wasn't experienced in technique when it came to finger-banging but with four of them one didn't have to be. She was stretched out wide open. Then she moaned out loud in lust as his thumb was added to the pounding. All five. He was fisting her now. Something that didn't happen in the video, but she wasn't necessarily complaining.

In fact, Cassandra was soaring higher and higher. Getting closer and closer to having a truly epic orgasm.

"Cum for me bitch," Came his snarled orders, He was fisting her so hard. He was making it good and a little intense and a little painful. His eyes bored into hers as she was almost there. "Cum for me, bitch.....cum...for...me...."

Cassandra mouth formed an 'O' shape but no sound came as her eyes rolled up under her eyelids and her whole body tensed bowing upward as the muscles of her pussy convulsed around his hand. As she came she squirted him with her juices staining the top of the pool table as a deluge ran out around his hand and wrist.

When it was over she giggled at him with a wide smile flipping over so she laid facedown on the table pressing her cheek to the stain she left. She made sure he was watching as her tongue curled out to lick it. Then her knees bent spread to lift up her ass into the air. Her hands spread her cheeks wide apart. "Use my juices to lube my ass up, Peter."

 

[ericrodman101]

Cassandra came for him. On the pool table. For Pete, eighteen year old kid next door. One hand on her throat, the other pounding her pussy, fisting her, this crazy woman, Cassandra, poised between his forearms as if weightless, held in place not by his strength, but his skill, his finesse. His cock was hard beyond imagining, leaking precum onto the rim of the table, prodding and poking about between his legs as if it had a mind of its own, like a missile, a pussy seeking missile, threatening to lift him up like he was lifting Cassandra, so it could seek out her pussy and fuck her.

She came around his hand, a flood of pussy juice squirting onto the table, flowing out of her and down his fingers, his forearm, onto the table, making a dark stain. He'd seen women squirt on film, but to see it like this, to make it happen, Pete felt elated at his achievement. Any misgivings about his capacity to please a woman, to please Cassandra, abated. So he was eighteen. Inexperienced until yesterday. She'd come onto him like a tiger, ravenous and hungry, and he'd let her eat him up. But not passively. No. He'd fisted her. How the fuck could shoving your hand inside a woman feel so fucking sexy?

He knew it was Cassandra's availability, her taunting and her goading, her letting him do stuff then denying him, then taking him across another line, again and again in a welter of sexual excess. Things were happening so fast that Pete felt anything was possible, even impossible things. Sex on the ceiling. Sex in the road. Sex in front of the neighbors. Sex anywhere and everywhere he felt like fucking. The feeling was heady and liberating and for a moment Pete felt like he'd blacked out, died and gone to heaven. And all this with his cock swinging against the pool table and not even inside her. Yet...

And if it wasn't enough to just look into her drowsy eyes and her mouth, which she pouted and pushed at him like just another pink fuck hole, feeling Cassandra contract her pussy muscles around his hand as she orgasmed made him want to cry out in pleasure and push harder. Sure he'd watched her on film with Dick Pounders and all those other guys, but here, in the flesh, she made him feel like the only guy she ever wanted to fuck.

And then when she was done, before Pete was really ready, Cassandra climbed off his hand, giggled and smiled, then lay face down on the pool table, pressing her face against the green cloth by the stain she'd left. He watched as she licked up the stain, her tongue sliding in and out of her mouth with the same free agency as his cock was threatening to display.

Cassandra gave the stain a thorough sponging with her tongue, then raised herself onto her knees, pointing her ass at him, reaching back and spreading her cheeks with her hands, wide apart, her tight pink puckered hole winking at him.

"Use my juices to lube my ass up, Peter," she said, her words just sending his erection and pleasure and anticipation to even higher levels if that was possible.

Lube up her ass. For what? His hand. His cock. Her sex toys still lying in the bag on the floor. All three....Pete struggled to visualize what to do next, to organize anything in his head, to put things into an order. Cassandra's ass, her beautiful, desirable ass, swaying before his eyes and his hands and his cock, like he'd watched her naked ass sway on film at the camera while he jerked himself off as some big dicked guy defiled her.

On auto pilot, Pete stepped up, reaching between her legs to scoop any remaining juice from her pussy and then the table, and rubbing it into her asshole. It didn't seem enough, even as she flexed back at him, the rosebud opening and closing, sucking in the juice and then pushing it back at him. He sucked hard and then spat onto her, his face up close between her butt cheeks, her scent thick in his nostrils. He leaned down and kissed Cassandra's asshole, then gauged how loose and open she was, first with his tongue and then his fingers. After all the calling her a crazy bitch, Pete was so overwhelmed with desire and anticipation he fell silent, just wanting to do to her ass what he'd done to her pussy. But even with what little experience Pete had, he knew she was too tight, her sphincter gripping his fingers, her breathing increasing in response to his pushing and twisting.

"I think I need a toy," he said, stepping back and turning to the bag.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

When it was over she giggled at him with a wide smile flipping over so she laid facedown on the table pressing her cheek to the stain she left. She made sure he was watching as her tongue curled out to lick it. Then her knees bent spread to lift up her ass into the air. Her hands spread her cheeks wide apart. "Use my juices to lube my ass up, Peter."

He looked a little lost for a moment staring at her ass as she swayed it back and forth hypnotically for him. Her hands spreading her cheeks so he could see the pucker of her asshole inviting him to get better acquainted with him. Beneath that her pussy still quite juicy dripping down to further stain the table's surface.

Following her asshole's invitation Peter stepped up to her reaching up between her spread legs to catch the droplets of her continuing arousal. His fingers rubbed against her pussy lips softly collecting all the nectar still flowing there. They began smearing it around her pucker and then a fingertip inside. She flexed her hips and gave a low needy moan as he worked the lubrication in.

She laughed sluttily when he leaned in inches from it and spat on it to add to the moisture lubing her hole up then with a sweet and sinful kiss. That laugh became another low and needy moan as she felt his tongue dipping into it. His fingers followed one and then two fingers pumping into her asshole spreading and opening it up just a little. He was having difficulty pushing them in freely and loosely. It took several minutes of effort with her trying to ease her breathing and willing her sphincter to open up for him. It was rather slow going.

"You may decide that you need more than just your fingers, Peter," She informed him, "The natural instinct for anyone-even an anal freak like me-is to automatically tighten up back there when something's knocking on the backdoor like this."

"I think I need a toy." Peter announced taking a step away from her.

"Use the bottle of lube and silver anal teaser-the long slim one with the balls at the end to get started, Peter." She told him helpfully, "Then the hot pink anal probe-you'll notice the balls at the end are a little larger than the teaser and curved slightly for more stimulation." When he was looking through the contents of the bag she added, "Oh and the hitachi wand or the vibrater that slips onto your fingertip to distract me with some clitoral stimulation while you do it."

"And one more thing," She added before he finished, "Fetch me that big black dildo and the flesh colored one with suction cups at the bottom. As I recqall...at this point in the video I was already giving two of the other guys blowjobs while Dick Pounders was opening my ass up."

 

[ericrodman101]

Anal freak……anal freak! Fuck! I‘m fucking an anal freak, Pete thought. Indeed, once Cassandra’s phrase ‘anal freak’ lodged in Pete’s brain he found it difficult to think of anything else.

Yet she was instructing him on which toys to use, in which order, and how to replicate Cassandra’s on-film gangfuck with just his two hands, her toys….and his cock. His hard sore cock. So sore. So hard. Grinding against the solid frame of the pool table, painfully hard, leaking precum, feeling like it was going to burst open…..anal freak.

The bottle of lube, the silver anal teaser….fuck…with the balls at the end. Balls….the hot pink anal probe. Pete rummaged in the bag, imagining his cock head hitting the floor. Anal probe….what the fuck….the secret’s in the name, he guessed. Anal probe…for probing her freaking anus.

And the hitachi wand, Cassandra said, for stimulating her clitoris while he probed her anus. How many fucking hands did she think he had? Anal probe….

And the big black dildo and the flesh coloured one with the suction cups….fucking suction cups. What the fuck did they suction onto? Pete found it. The table? But it was for anal fucking. That was his task. Was she going to suck on it?

Blowjobs, Dick Pounders, anal probe….the whole exercise was getting the better of him. Cassandra smiled and laughed and waved her tush and gave him instructions to fetch toys from the bag like she was giving him a shopping list. Which only made him think about fucking her in the supermarket. Cucumbers….bananas…probes…

The lube he knew what to do with. Splash the fucking stuff everywhere, which he did, squirting liberally onto her ass, then by using his finger, inside until it backed up like a blocked drain. And then on his cock, rubbing it in as if his cock, and not the anal probes, we’re going inside Cassandra anytime soon. Inside her…if only.

”The dildo with the suction cups,“ Pete said handing it to her. She lay there, naked and wet, smiling, in complete fucking control, taunting and teasing, but not enfolding his cock in her ass like he wanted so fucking badly. Teaser. Probe. Dildo. What the fuck?

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cassandra Delacourt

"Use the bottle of lube and silver anal teaser-the long slim one with the balls at the end to get started, Peter." She told him helpfully, "Then the hot pink anal probe-you'll notice the balls at the end are a little larger than the teaser and curved slightly for more stimulation." When he was looking through the contents of the bag she added, "Oh and the hitachi wand or the vibrater that slips onto your fingertip to distract me with some clitoral stimulation while you do it."

"And one more thing," She added before he finished, "Fetch me that big black dildo and the flesh colored one with suction cups at the bottom. As I recqall...at this point in the video I was already giving two of the other guys blowjobs while Dick Pounders was opening my ass up."

Cassandra swayed her ass from side to side seductively for his viewing pleasure as he went to fetch the sex toys from the gym bag. Her asshole winking at him the whole time encouragingly. As she did so she hummed a merry little tune until he returned laying the array of sex toys beside her on his father's pool table.

"The dildo with the suction cups." Peter said holding the two dildos out for her to take.

"My, my," She said taking the offered dildos from him with a sultry grin, "Such a gentleman."

As he stepped around to her ass again she held one sticking straight up in front of her face as if a man was sitting before her on the table presenting his cock for her like what had happened in the video. She smirked extending her tongue out giving the plastic phallus a lick from the balls and up to the tip. She didn't remember exactly what she had done here, she'd given so many blowjobs through out her career, but she did remember there were two. So she shifted over to the black one, much larger and longer, giving it the same lavishing with her tongue. She proceded to mirror between the two dildos licking it up and down one and then the other, making sure to get the sides to coat it in her saliva before taking either in her mouth to suck like she would her co-stars cocks.

"Use the teaser now, Pete," She told the teen behind her, "Push the ball end inside my asshole. Do it slowly so I can fully enjoy the penetration then pull it out so you can do it again. Once it becomes easier push it in all the way until your knuckles on the base of it kisses my asshole. Then pull out slow and back in just as slow so I can enjoy it again."

Then she took the flesh colored dildo's head within her mouth, cheeks hollowing suckled hard on it before shifting over to give the black one the same fellatio treatment.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Pete Tranter

Hard and aroused as he was, Pete was a million miles out of his comfort zone. As he received Cassandra's instructions, Pete imagined he was just one of many guys on a porn set with her so that whatever his shortcomings might be, they'd be disguised amongst the other guys and the welter of cocks fucking her. In a gangbang who even looked at the guys? They were anonymous, life support systems for their cocks. The girl was the star. Cassandra was a star. And here he was hoping to impress her and not knowing the first thing about what to do with her bag of sex toys.

The dildo with the suction cups...suction cups? Which one. And the teaser. The probe. The different lubes. Jesus, he just wanted to fuck!

Cassandra was licking the dildo now, expertly, like he'd seen her do many times, like he wanted her to lick his cock. A plastic fucking dildo. Fuck!

"Use the teaser," she said. "Push the ball end inside my asshole."

Pete pushed. Cassandra's asshole resisted, the sphincter holding tight, spreading before him. Was it hurting her? Slowly she said. So she could enjoy full penetration, Full penetration....fuck! Such technical words and yet so fucking hot. Full penetration. Her sphincter relaxed and he pushed the toy inside, enjoying the give, the satisfying squelch, the length of travel as he suddenly found his knuckles against her skin, her ass juices oozing back along the plastic. As she instructed, he withdrew it gently and pushed it back in again, easing her open, imagining her rectum straightening to accommodate the toy. If only it was his cock inside her...if only...

Meanwhile, Cassandra sucked the two dildos, the flesh colored one and then the black one, alternating, her mouth edging over them, engulfing them, her cheeks deflating as she sucked hard and then inflating again as her mouth took the sex toy inside. Pete was torn between watching asshole and mouth, hopping about as if on hot coals, his cock rigid, swinging about like a crane. If only there was another guy here, other guys like Dick Pounders and his mates, who knew what they were doing, who'd done this before, who'd done Cassandra before. Pete wanted to impress, wanted to get it right, wanted Cassandra to know that this was everything he ever dreamed about, but at the same time knew what he was doing and wasn't some inexperienced eighteen year old who'd never even fingered his own ass, let alone inserted sex toys into a woman's ass.

But Cassandra wasn't complaining. Whatever else was going on, she was either enjoying teaching him, or enjoying what he was doing, or maybe even both. Pete returned his focus to her ass, crouching down, his eyes up close, his hand griping the teaser, sliding it in and out, less gently now as Cassandra took it in deep and wiggled her ass at him for encouragement. If he took it right out, how wide would her asshole be? Gaping like it was in her videos, like when she invited guys to fuck her two at a time. Even three at a time in that one special video he'd seen and oh so wanted to emulate. But two and three guys at a time would mean getting his friends over. Or Cassandra's friends. He wanted to fuck her, Now. In her ass. Or call Evan so they could both do it.

"I want to fuck you," he said. "And Evan too. Like in your pornos. I want to do that."