Making Amy Pay

[dr_mabeuse]

For a girl who never got much practice, Amy was awfully good, and all I could do was chalk it up to natural talent. I was atop her now, just riding her as she did all the work, humping off the mattress, looking for me, trying to get me deeper. I had my mouth against her cheek so I could breath, and I could not only hear her moans of pleasure but I could feel them with my lips too.

She was driving me crazy the way she fucked me, hot, desperate, pulling at me, squeezing me like no one else ever had. Every so often I’d bear down against her, grab her wrists and use them to pull myself hard against her so that my pubic bone ground hard against her hot little clit, and she’d rear back and hiss with pleasure, shove her tits up against me.

I’ve been with my share of women, good, bad, and indifferent, but what Amy had was that they didn’t was just a real love for fucking. You can keep all your tricks and your G-spot stuff and exotic positions. Just give me a girl who loves it and I’m satisfied. There’s nothing more erotic than a woman who loves to fuck and isn’t afraid to show it.

"Fuck, Connor. Let my wrists go. Let me fuck you right."

Should I? Like I said, I didn’t care about her running away. The only reason I still had her handcuffed to the bed was because I liked the way she looked like that. She was the kind of girl who looked good tied up.

Besides she was fucking me as right as I could want then anyhow. But I did it. I pulled out of her and found my pants on the floor and got the keys out. Amy’s hips just kept on fucking the air while I opened the cuffs and took them off her, and then she didn’t waste any time.

If I’d been worried about her bolting for the door, I needn’t have. No sooner did she have her wrists free then she stripped the robe off her arms and turned to me, kissing me full on the mouth as she pushed me back down onto the bed. I let her push me flat on the bed and she quickly straddled my body, sucking and licking at my mouth, panting through her dilated nostrils, her breath hot on my face.

She raised up on her knees and I felt her cool little hand close on my aching cock. She rubbed it up and down in her slit a couple times, adjusting herself, looking for the right angle. Her eyes were closed, her brows furrowed in concentration as she got us both in position and got my cock where she wanted it, then she started to take me into her. Her mouth fell open and she groaned. She let go of me and put both hands on my chest as she continued to bear down. Her fingers dug into my chest as I slid into her, stretching her, my cock throbbing in her wet heat.

“Do it now, Amy.” I gasped. “Fuck me, baby! It’s all yours!”

 

[soliloquy]

His words were like a "get out of jail free" card. She was set loose, and her desire left her no other choice but to begin fucking him wildly. She couldn't wait for a build up; that had already come and gone. Now she needed his cock sliding in and out of her, and to feel the impact of her body against his.

She clenched him inside her and heard him groan. She then began to grind hard into him, her hands still pressed against his chest, her head just inches from his own. She was working her clit against his coarse pubic hair, and her orgasm was nearing.

What she didn't expect was for him to still her with his hands. "Come on, Amy, I want to hear you. I want to hear how much you want this."

She hadn't realized how silent she had been. She had been so concentrated on her impending orgasm that nothing else had mattered. She had been holding her breath, biting her lip, and grinding her way to oblivion.

She began to moan as she tried to move against him. He loved this, she realized, this teasing her to the point where she couldn't hold back from him. Her clit throbbed and she whimpered in frustration.

"No, Amy, tell me. Use that beautiful mouth of yours." He lifted a finger to her lips and she sucked it in.

Releasing it, she gasped as she felt him push up into her. "God, yes, Connor. I want this. I want to fuck you. I want your cock, your whole body." She nearly screamed it, she needed it so badly.

"Is that the truth?" he asked, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Yes, you bastard!" She tried to move, but he bore down on her hips with his hands, preventing her from the friction she needed so much.

"I don't think you want it badly enough, Amy."

She lifted her hand from his chest and brought it down hard with a smack. "Stop playing games and let me fuck you, Connor!" He pressed up into her again, letting her clit feel the heat of being so intimate with his body. Her hands clawed furiously at his arms, trying to pry them away from her body.

"What's wrong, Amy?" His voice was filled with amusement. She wanted to choke him.

"You're driving me crazy!"

"Just like you drive me crazy, Amy."

And then they were rolling and Amy found herself on her back again. His cock was still lodged deeply inside her pussy, but he didn't move. She grabbed his shoulders, and with all the strength she could find, she thrust her hips upwards, causing her breasts to bounce upon her chest.

"How many times do I have to beg you to fuck me, Connor?" she gasped.

His mouth closed over her nipple and he began to slide slowly out of her, until he was barely inside her at all. She thrust up again, her body finding strength she didn't know she had.

"Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!!!" she screamed as her body neared the peak.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She was close, striving for it, hungry for it, and I let her work, fucking me. I waited, waited until her face was red, the flush of orgasm spread over her chest and tits too, her body trembling on the brink, and then I began to ride her, holding the two halves of her ass in my hands and pulling her tight to me, feeling her muscles working as she squeezed me inside, the juice from her pussy running over my fingers. I hammered into her, driving her into the old creaking mattress, trying to drive her over the edge, grinding into her clit on every thrust.

She arched her back and hooked her nails into my shoulders, holding me tight as she began to come, a big, raw, thundering orgasm that left her weeping and sobbing on the bed as I thrust deep and finally let myself go. I raised my head and gritted my teeth and howled as the come came slashing out of me, shooting deep inside her, and Amy grabbed me tight and sucked my shoulder to stifle her moans of satisfaction as I throbbed out my release into her quaking pussy.

Even as my ejaculations slowed to a drizzle she wouldn’t let me go but hung there as if for dear life. She didn’t want the moment to end, but eventually she had to let go. Eventually she had to let me see her face, and there was no hiding what she felt.

I don’t know if I looked as astonished as she did, but I don’t think I looked as worried and scared as she did. I understood though. If I was right, she had no idea of what to make of what had just happened to her, the feelings and emotions that had accompanied the sex. I didn’t press her. I just held her in my arms, tight, so she knew she couldn’t slip away, so she knew I wouldn’t let her go.

We were both a lot calmer when we finally sat down to eat. We hadn’t spoken of what had just happened between us, but there was no way to ignore it either. Amy hardly touched her food, and several times she seemed about to say something but changed her mind.

“What happens now?” she asked me. “Are you satisfied? Are you done with me?”

“Come on, Amy,” I said, “You know that wasn’t the point. You just said so in the bedroom.”

The mention of the bedroom shut her up for a moment, but then she came back to her subject. “So what’s next, Connor? You’re not going to keep me here, are you?”

“Maybe.” I said. “Why not? There’s a nice lake, the weather’s good, and I like the company. What do you have waiting for you back in the city?”

She started to answer me and I saw the confusion in her eyes.

I went over to her and stood behind her chair, slid my hands down inside her robe and cupped her breasts as my teeth found her earlobe. Despite herself she arched like a cat, pressing her tits into my hands.
“Please, Connor… I’ve got to think.”

“Think about what?” I asked her. “I want you again, and you are my captive.”

 

[soliloquy]

His tongue played her ear like a well tuned instrument, and Amy found herself arching up into his hands. Her mind told her now, that she had obviously had enough. But her body had a mind of it's own again. It was useless fighting him, and even more useless fighting her own urges.

She stepped out of the chair, leaving her food untouched behind her. She shed her robe on the floor. Amy turned and pressed her breasts against his chest and kissed him. She let her tongue slip into his mouth before he had a chance to do so himself. She was giving herself to him, and this had quite an effect on him.

He twirled her until her back was pressed up against the refrigerator, never ceasing the kiss that seemed as if it would never, could never end. His hands reached for hers and lifted them above her head, pinning them to the refrigerator with one hand around her wrists.

He pressed against her urgently, his body imitating the act of thrusting against her body. She began to follow him, thrusting her hips and tits at him of her own volition. His other hand grabbed her ass and pulled her hard against him, grinding his erection into her deliciously.

She sighed into his mouth and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She instinctively curled her leg around his and he lifted it over his hip, spreading her pussy lips in the process. His hand returned to her ass and he was still grinding against her, but now he was grinding against her exposed pussy, and she was in heaven. She was writhing against him, her body threatening to implode at any minute.

His lips tore away from hers and she whimpered loudly. "That's it, Amy. Tell me what you want, what you need. No holding back."

She spoke despite her ragged breath. "I want you, Connor. Right here, right now." He growled and spun her around until her hands were pressed up against the refrigerator. His hand covered her pussy and pushed against it, causing her to bend at the knees, effectively pushing her ass out at him. His fingers roamed the globes of her ass with one hand, while the others just pushed against her mound frustratingly.

"Please fuck me, Connor." She gyrated her hips as if to illustrate her point.

"I will, Amy, I will. But not yet. You're hot, but I want to see you hotter. I need to see you desperate for me."

She whimpered again as his finger traced the crevice between her ass cheeks, just managing to find the outer edges of her pussy and the moisture there. Without warning, his finger thrust into her pussy and she grunted in pleasure. As quickly as it had gone in, so it was removed and the frustration built to a higher level.

His finger was tracing over that same crevice again, but this time wet from her own arousal. His finger circled her anus teasingly. Amy had never thought of being penetrated there, but her voracious need, her inherent sluttiness (if you will), had her instantly curious, and she didn't bother to say no.

She didn't say yes, either, but she had thrust her as back against his finger, as if to say yes. The tip of his finger pushed into her tightest opening and it was slightly uncomfortable.

"Relax, Amy," he said in a demanding tone. She willed herself to relax until his finger had slid in up to the first knuckle. It was still uncomfortable, but it was so deliciously naughty that her pussy flooded with another wave of heat and arousal. One of his fingers had begun to massage her clit slowly, helping her along the way.

She pushed back against him, and his finger slid further into her. His fingers pulled at her clit gently and she grunted again, holding onto the refrigerator as if it were her only lifeline.

She turned her head, trying to look at him. She was a sight. Her hair was tousled and her lips were swollen from his kisses. Her eyelids hung low with desire. "Do it, Connor, please."

His finger buried itself inside her tight passage and she moaned loudly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His teeth nipped at her shoulderas his fingers worked her pussy and ass. Each nip was harder until he was all but biting through her flesh. Her head turned back and she leaned it against the refrigerator as she gave in to him. "Fuck, Connor," she gasped as he bit at her skin again. "God yes."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She leaned against the fridge panting like a bitch in heat as I fucked one finger into her pussy, the other into her tight asshole. As far as I could tell she liked them both, and I felt a wild thrill of excitement as I thought about taking her ass.

Amy? Ass-fucking? They didn’t exist in the same universe, but there was no mistaking her arousal, the way she shoved her lovely butt back on my invading finger. “Do it!” she’d said, looking back at me with a savagery that told me she wanted it hot and hard, no quarter given. She wanted to be taken and taken hard and my cock twitched at the very thought of it.

I took my fingers from her and before she could object I pulled her over to the breakfast table. It was a big old oak dining room table, built like the Rock of Gibraltar and too big for this little cabin, but perfect for what I had in mind. I swept the dishes and plates aside and pushed her face down over it. She locked her knees so that her ass was thrust up into the air, and if she wasn’t asking for it, then I don’t know what she was thinking. But I had to see for sure.

I sunk down on my knees behind her and gave her gorgeous ass a little swat. She moaned and thrust her ass back at me as if inviting another, so I gave her one and she whimpered submissively.

Her ass was beautiful, like two globes of a fresh-split melon, not a blemish or a mark on them except for the red palm prints where I’d spanked her. I dipped my face forward and touched my tongue to her little rosebud and she wailed.

“Oh yes, Connor! Do it!” She was resting on her elbows, looking back at me, wiggling her ass.

I pressed my tongue against her while I reached around her thigh and began to play with her pussy. She spread her legs and pressed back against my mouth, hissing with pleasure.

Yeah, she wanted it.

I stood up. I needed some grease and I had some in the bedroom, but I hated to leave her for even a second. I scraped up some butter on my finger tips and used that to grease her asshole, then smeared some on my cock as she cried out in surprise.

“It’ll work.” I said. “I’ll fucking make it work!”

With her greased up like that I was able to get one finger inside her easily. It took a little more doing to get two inside her, and by that time she was holding onto the edge of the table and mewling like a cat in heat. The juice was leaking from her pussy and down the insides of her thighs and my cock felt like it was just going to explode if I didn’t get it inside her.
I stood up and leaned over her, grabbed her buttocks in my hands and spread them.

“Get ready, baby, because I’m coming in!”

She was greased up good. I held my cock in my hand and pressed the head against her anus and pushed forward. As it started to spread her apart Amy started panting like a woman in labor and I saw the sweat pop out on her head. I was leaning on the table with one hand and Amy grabbed that arm and but me to keep from screaming as the big head of my prick popped into her asshole.

She lifted her head from the table and gasped.

“Oh Fuck!” she spat. “You bastard! Fuck me! Give it to me!”

I was trembling with the strain of holding myself back. Her ass was so incredibly tight on me that I didn’t dare move, but slowly as she became used to it I felt her grip loosen, and then she was pressing back against me.

“Yes, baby!” she moaned, “It’s good now, Connor! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my ass!”

I slid a little bit more into her and she sobbed. She was on her elbows again, her head hanging down, her hair a mess. I could see the goose bumps on the backs of her arms, and standing up, I could see my cock where it was sunk into her virgin asshole, spreading it wide. The sight inflamed me.

Amy’s legs were shaking as I reached beneath her and dug my hand into her empty pussy, sliding two fingers into her and capturing her clit between them. I began to masturbate her as I slowly slid my prick into her asshole, and Amy went wild, slapping the table and reaching behind her to try and pull me deeper.

“Do it! Do it!” she muttered as she ground her ass against me. “Fuck my ass, Connor! It’s yours, baby! Take it!”

It was too much for me. I’ve never felt like such a fucking macho stud in my life as I did with that gorgeous bitch beneath me taking my big prick up her ass. I felt like King Kong, and I didn't even have to move too much because I could feel every breath, every twitch in her body through my cock, every moan and gasp. I could feel my own hand working inside her, covered with her excited outpourings, and I could feel her thighs trembling like they were made of jello, ready to collapse.

"You like it, Amy?" I asked her, leaning over her and whispering in her ear, "You like my big cock in your ass?"

 

[soliloquy]

"Fuck!" Amy nearly screamed as the torturous filling of her ass drove her towards a higher peak than she thought possible, "Yes, you bastard. I love it. I love your cock in my ass!"

Such a dirty act deserved such dirty words, she thought. She pounded her hands on the table each time she thrust her ass backwards onto his cock. She felt like she was going to fall, her legs so weak beneath her.

Amy had never quite grasped the concept of pain being akin to pleasure before this, but now, with his cock nearly splitting her ass like a deftly chopped watermelon, she could only think of this pain as delicious. And so the delicious pain coursed through her and prompted her to hump wildly between his hand on her pussy and his cock.

Her mewls and grunts were just a slight indicator of what her body was feeling. He pinched her clit, and a silent scream tried to escape her, but her voice was lost as she shook spasmodically. Her breathing stalled as her body flailed uncontrollably under the onslaught of the invading orgasm she was having.

Eventually, her legs did slip out from beneath her, but Connor sensed this and caught her by the hips, and continued fucking her ass, no longer giving stimulus to her clit and pussy. She whimpered, but then realized that in lifting her, he has pressed her mound up against the lip of the table. It was constant, unyielding pressure, and the sensation did not allow her much time to recouperate as it made her body flood with yet more desire.

Connor was fucking her ass in earnest at this point, and any control Amy had exerted in this particular sexual encountered was now centered on the grinding of her mound against the lip of the table.

She heard him panting beneath her, could feel the slick of their sweat as their bodies pressed together and slid with ease. She could smell the musky scent of sex in the air, overpowering even their meal.

Nothing was better than this. Nothing, she was sure.

"Oh baby," she gasped, "I need..."

Her breath caught as he slammed into her so hard that she could have mistaken the impact of his body against her ass as a spanking.

He growled so sexily Amy thought she might cum just from hearing his voice elevated to the height of passion. "What, Amy? What is it you need?"

His fingers dug into her hips and held on for dear life as he never ceased fucking her. How he had sustained this long, she would never be able to comprehend.

"I need you to cum in my ass!" Her voice was shaking as she hollered it. It was like she thought he couldn't hear her over the rumble of thunderous sex in the room.


She heard him choke out something along the lines of fuck yes, but wasn't sure what the exact words were. Then, before she was even ready for it, she felt him still, his cock pulsating in her ass, and she felt the warmth of his seed shoot into her; it was more like a geyser, really.

His fingers dug into her hips so hard that there would be bruises before too long, but she didn't care as she slipped over the edge again, and was left with the most satisfied feeling she had ever experienced.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She was too weak to walk, and I was hardly any better, but I got us both back into the bedroom and onto the bed.

This time there was no need to tie her up; neither of us was going anywhere for awhile. I gathered her into my arms and held her close, and she let me hold her. She was still shuddering as she buried her head in my chest. I kissed her, I stroked her hair, her back. She just felt so good in my arms that I fell asleep like that. We both did.


“Look, Amy, I think we need to talk.” It was just past noon, and we’d just woken up.

“About what?” she asked innocently, as if nothing had happened at breakfast, as if she hadn’t just fucked me within an inch of my life..

“You know what. About what’s going between us. You still are my captive, you know.”

She smiled. “And?”

“And,” I said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her down on the bed, “There are still a lot of terrible and obscene things I want to do with you.”

I held her down on the bed so that her robe opened slightly, my hands gripping her wrists.

“Well I guess I’m just powerless to resist,” she said, her eyes gleaming.

“Good,” I said, “Now come with me. It’s shower time.”\

I stood up and led her into the bathroom.

 

[soliloquy]

"Pity," Amy said with amusement as she turned on the water in the shower. His arms were folded around her and his mouth was already playing her ear again. She moaned.

"What?" He mumbled against her ear. She stepped into the shower with Connor following.

"Pity that all those beautiful clothes are going to be wasted while you have me here." She winked at him playfully.

He laughed. "I like you better like this." He pressed her up against the shower wall and began a journey with his mouth from her ear down her body, stopping to bathe her nipples.

Amy shuddered as he took a nipple in his mouth and chewed on it softly. "Me too," she sighed.

The anger was gone. Whatever hatred she had held for him had disippated to near non-existence. Somewhere along the line she had accepted her situation and had decided to enjoy what she could.

Connor was exactly what she thought he would be: a great lover. He knew her body better than she did, and he gave her more than he was taking from her. Her heart beat faster as the water pounded down on them, as his mouth journeyed even lower.

She purred. "I thought you said we had to talk, Conner," she said with a chuckle.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"I thought you said we had to talk, Conner."

“Yeah,” I said. “We do.”

I had the soap in my hands. I turned her around so that she was facing the wall and began to soap her back.

“You’re still my captive, Amy. You still have to do whatever I say.”

“Oh, I know.” she said. “I’m totally helpless, Connor. Oh, that feels good baby.”

“Really,” I said. “I like having you tied up. I like being able to do what I want with you.”

“Mmmm.” she said.

Her back was all soapy now, and I pulled her against me. She rubbed her slick ass against me, making me instantly hard and I reached around in front of her and filled my hands with her big tits. The water was streaming against us, hot and steamy, and her tits felt like two water balloons in my hands, full to bursting. Amy reached behind her and managed to get her hand between our bodies so she could grab my cock.

“Oh God, Connor! You’re hard again.”

I didn’t answer. There was no use arguing about that. Instead I soaped the front of her body, spending a long time on her breasts, letting them slip and slide from beneath my hands as I squeezed them, pinching her nipples and letting them slide from between my fingers. Amy started pumping my cock, and I felt the precum, start to drool from the tip.

I pulled her away from the wall, nuzzling her neck, my hand trailing down her slick flesh to her pussy, where I opened her up and pushed her until the spray from the shower was hitting right against her slit.

She moaned and turned her head, trying to reach me for a kiss, and I obliged her, still holding her pussy open for the shower spray.

Her tongue was wild with excitement in my mouth, coaxing, teasing, telling me how good it felt, and I came around with my other hand to tease against her clit as my cock pressed against her ass.
She started moaning and whimpering in my mouth, and I felt her thighs trembling as if she was close. But I wasn’t about to let the shower do what I wanted to do myself, which was make her come, so I let go of her.

Quickly I rinsed her off and then did myself. I turned off the water and pulled her from the shower, threw a towel over her and rubbed her down. We were both excited now, and she kept on stopping to grab my cock and beat me off, making me harder.

“Come on,” I said, pulling her into the bedroom. “I ant you to suck my cock, Amy. This time like you mean it!”

 

[soliloquy]

Connor sat on the bed and Amy slid quickly to her knees between his legs. Her hand eagerly clutched his hard, drooling cock, and her tongue reached out to lick off some of his precum. Amy was hungry for him, hungry for his cock in her mouth. There was no turning back for Amy now, and instead, she shifted into overdrive. She was going to enjoy this.

Her tongue bathed his cock, licking over every inch before her head dipped lower and she took his testicle in her mouth and began to suck. He groaned as she switched to the other. Suddenly, his hand was in her hair, pulling her up to meet his gaze. "I thought I told you to suck my cock, little girl." His tone was a mix of raw lust and impatience. She smiled at him and opened her mouth wide.

The sight of her opening her mouth to accept him must have been too much, because he guided her by her hair to his cock and shoved her head down on his cock until the head was at the back of her mouth. He released the pressure of his hand on her head and Amy pushed further until his balls wer pressed against her.

"Oh yes, you hot bitch. Your mouth feels so goddamned good!"

She began to bob on his cock, sucking him as she could, as if trying to literally suck the cum from his balls through his shaft and into her mouth.

"You're hungry for my cum, aren't you Amy?" She moaned in affirmation.

"Look at me," Connor growled. Amy looked up, her bedroom eyes begging him to cum. He released a wild sound and Amy's body shook at the sound. Her hand found it's way between her legs and before she knew what she was doing, she had effectively penetrated herself, and her bobbing on his cock had her effectively fucking her own fingers.

For the first time in her life, Amy was relishing being a slut. It didn't seem to be such a bad thing anymore.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I sat on the bed, leaning back on my arms, my eyes locked on Amy as she sucked my cock. Her mouth was hot and wet, but more exciting than that was her hunger, not only for the feel of my big prick in her mouth, but for being made to service me like this, being made to get down on her knees and suck me like she was no more than a nasty little whore.

It had been her overweening pride and her sense of dignity that had always driven me crazy, her aura of being too good for everyone, and yet now as I watched her I saw how easily she fell into this other persona, hot and shameless, turned on by her own subservience.

“Oh yeah, baby,” I breathed as I reached out and took hold of her hair, “Suck me like that. You look so fucking good with my big cock in your mouth. You look like such a little slut!”

My words brought a groan from her lips and she began to bob her head faster, taking me so deep that I could feel the head of my cock bump against the back of her throat. She put one hand around the base of my prick to keep me from going too deep while her other hand went between her legs. She was so turned on that she couldn’t keep from touching herself, stoking her own fires of arousal.

I began to lift my hips off the bed, fucking her mouth as she sucked me. The sight of her playing with herself made me crazy with lust, and I held her hair with both hands and drove my cock savagely into her face. The rougher I got, the more she seemed to like it, and the faster her fingers worked in her own sopping pussy.

“Oh Christ! You hot little cock-sucker! You love it, don’t you? You like being treated like this! You can’t wait for me to blow my hot load down your throat, can you Amy? Can you?”

I pulled her head off me and her mouth came reluctantly, trailing long streams of pre-cum and viscous saliva that stretched from the head of my cock to her swollen lips. She groaned and licked up the thick strands as he fingers continued to pump in and out of her pussy her face a mask of lust as she held her mouth open expectantly, waiting for me to put it back between her lips. Her fingers were pumping at her so fast that her tits shook and her breathing was loud and ragged.

“You are a hot bitch!” I snarled.

I got to my feet and took a hold of her hair again, thrust my hips forward and sunk my hard stalk into her hot, sucking mouth. I held her head in my hands as I began to fuck her with long, hard strokes, holding her face against me with my grip in her hair. She clung to me with her hand around my prick, rising up on her knees to follow my cock. She couldn’t keep up with my savage fucking now so she just contented herself with sucking and masturbating, letting me use her mouth as I wished.

She was groaning constantly now, the sound muffled as my big prick plundered in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were closed, saliva and drool running out of the corners of her lips. I looked down and the sight of her lovely face contorted into a mask of lust sent chills up my spine.

“You hot little whore!” I gasped, “You cum-hungry slut! Eat my cock, Amy! Suck it good! I’m going to come, baby! I’m going to come all over your fucking face!”

She squealed in excitement, as she felt me tense up, and the squeal turned into an animal snarl of wild pleasure as she began to come from her own pumping fingers. I pulled her to me, threw my head back and howled through clenched teeth as I felt the big orgasm come bubbling up from my balls, travel the length of my cock, and just before I erupted in ass-clenching spasms I pulled her head off my cock, took a hold of him myself and began to beat off, her face bare inches from the head of my prick.

The come shot out in long thick gouts, landing in her mouth, across her cheeks and eyes, over her forehead and into her hair, and Amy turned her face up to it like it was a blessing from heaven, even as her own spasms of release tore through her body, making her tremble and jerk like a puppet on a string.

God knows where it all came from, but I stood there wracked by my own ejaculations for the longest time, till finally it was over, and my legs could hardly hold me up. I fell back on the bed, totally spent, and Amy somehow crawled over and sucked the last few drops from my deflating cock.


When I woke up it was already getting dark out. I rolled over and took Amy in my arms and kissed her softly to wake her up, and she woke with a long, languorous stretch, then she looked into my eyes.

She had the same look she’d had earlier. And if that wasn’t a look of love and desire, then I guess I’ve never seen one. She kissed me, licking my lip, and then taking it between her teeth.

I smiled and pulled away.

“You’re still my captive, Amy. Let’s try to remember that.”

“I remember,” she said, “And as your captive, what do you want me to do?”

I stood up. “Well, I’m starving. I’m going to make us some dinner. I think it might be nice if you took advantage of some of the clothes I bought you and dress for dinner.”

She looked at me with a slight smile. “Anything in mind?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Show me how hot you can look when you’re not being Miss America’s Sweetheart. Show me how the other Amy dresses, the bad one. The one who drives me crazy.”

 

[soliloquy]

Amy rifled through the assortment of clothes Connor had bought for her. On the one hand, it might be nice to wear some clothes for a change, but on the other hand, the clothes he would want her to wear weren't going to be all that different from being naked. She chuckled to herself as she passed up the dresses and moved on to the blouses.

Her hand hit the nearly transparent black blouse and she gasped. This would be perfect! It tied around the waist and had a plunging neckline that dipped into the cleavage. It was slightly shimmery, but mostly it was designed to be worn over something. She shuffled through the lingerie drawer and picked up a bustier that did not cover her breasts, but pushed them up into her face. It, too, was black.

She picked a simple, short (very short) black skirt that fit loosely around her thighs, but a simple bend at the waist would reveal her shapely ass. She smiled mischieviously. She would wear no panties, but a pair of thigh highs that wouldn't come quite up to the hem of her skirt, and a garter belt. It was daring, and she certainly wouldn't wear such things in public, but she would for Connor.

A pair of fuck me stilettos completed the ensemble, and she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a high class hooker in some regard. But her hair and lack of makeup stood out against the outfit, detracting from it. She twisted her hair up in an elegant french twist and wished she had her rhinestone combs to accentuate it. She applied her makeup liberally so that her mascara was dark, her eyes shimmering with the sparkly eyeshadow she loved so much, and her bright red lips begged to be fucked.

Amy giggled. This was like playing dress-up as a child. Only this time, she wasn't looking for sophisticated. She was looking for a "ravenous slut" look, and if she did say herself, she had succeeded.

The shoes were uncomfortable, but she was sure she wouldn't have to stand on them for long. She strode out into the dining room and smelled the food wafting throughout the house. Whatever he was cooking, it smelled like a bit of heaven. Her stomach rumbled. She had hardly eaten two bites of anything but Connor since she had arrived. Since she had been brought here, she corrected herself. This was something she couldn't totally allow herself to forget. While she was here, she was his captive, and she would enjoy this. But when it was all said and done, how would she feel?

She wiped the thoughts from her mind. Live in the moment, she thought.

"You are cookin' for lil ole me?" she purred in a southern belle dialect.

He chuckled. "I sure am, Amy. Well, and me...." He turned around and saw her in her slutty get-up, and was stopped mid sentence. He stiffened, and she was pretty sure that it wasn't just his face that had done so. She smiled as he lamely finished his thought... "too..."

Playfully, Amy sat in a dining room chair and spread her legs, revealing just a bit of her pussy to him. He stared and looked like he was ready to attack. The sauce on the stove began to bubble.

"Better watch out for that sauce," she warned, pointing to the saucepan.

"Oh, shit!" Connor was quickly redirected to his cooking. Amy was a bit disappointed. His eyes on her had made her body hum like a well tuned engine. She could already tell that she was damp at the crotch, and her cunt was already throbbing. How was it that he did this to her? How was it that he could erase all hunger for food and replace it with just hunger for him.

She closed her legs and adjusted herself at the table. She laid the napkin in her lap. "So what is on the menu tonight, Connor, love?" That had been a slip of the tongue, and she blushed feverishly from embarrassment.

She could almost feel his gloating smile, though his back was turned to her. He was a bastard, no matter how hard she had fallen for him.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I totally lost my appetite for food when Amy came out of the bedroom. She was dressed, but not for dinner, and I just about dropped everything when I saw her.

Back in the real world she’d never really been a sexy dresser maybe preppy was more like it. And I knew she would never dress like this if she really intended for anyone else to see her. But the fact that she would dress like this just for me was as exciting as the way she looked. I know: to another woman she would have looked ridiculously cheap and vulgar but, you know, we men are a very unrefined breed. You really have to hit us over the head with something for us to notice, and then we’re just like Pavlov’s fucking dogs. I was hard as a rock before she’d taken two steps.

She casually walked over to me and pretended to look in the pot, but it was only an excuse for her to get close enough to me to let me know that she wasn’t wearing a bra and to give me a whiff of her perfume. If she intended to make me weak, she succeeded.

I don’t remember much about dinner. I suppose I ate. I know Amy did, because I watched every time she raised the fork to those lips. I envied every bit of food that went into her mouth, every sip of wine that passed over her lips.

At some point we must have finished, because she complimented me on the dinner and stood up to help clear the dishes, but I was up before her.

“Leave it.” I said. “My captives don’t do housework.”

Amy smiled. “Oh? And so what do they do?”

I came around behind her chair and slid my hands down her shoulders and over her breasts, cupping them in my hands. Amy sighed and leaned her head back against my arm. Her hands were on the arms of her chair and she didn’t move them, but I could see the satisfied smile on her face. She knew how good she looked, and she knew what she was making me feel.

I leaned over her and ran my lips down the side of her neck. She dropped her head to the side to give me access and she gave a little laugh.

“Haven’t you had enough?” she asked.

“You gorgeous bitch!” I whispered in her ear, “You’ve got me harder than a goddamned axe handle. I could fuck you all night long and still not have enough.”

That seemed to please her and she laughed again, leaning forward slightly to push her tits into my hands.

I picked up her wrist and put her hand against the bulge in my pants and she gasped. She turned those innocent eyes on me—innocent but now glazed with desire—and asked, “What are you going to do with me, Connor? I hope you won’t hurt me.”
The little tease!

Her blouse was cut low, and by unbuttoning the top two buttons, I was able to get both hands inside and pull her tits out over the neckline. The blouse pushed them together giving her a natural cleavage. Her pink nipples were like two cherries on a couple of scoops of vanilla ice cream, and when I reached inside her blouse I felt the snug boning of the topless corset I’d bought her. I felt a big dollop of precum ooze from the tip of my cock.

I just stood there massaging her breasts, just basking in the warm softness of them in my hands, rich as cream, playing my thumbs lightly over her nipples, feeling her breathing increase. Occasionally she would pucker up her red lips and kiss my arm softly as I worked on her breasts, showing me she liked it, but when she reached for my cock, I pushed her hand back down on the chair.

I thought of all the things I wanted to do to her, all the ways I wanted to fuck her, make her feel me. I hardly knew where to start.

Finally I went to my case and got a piece of rope.

“Stand up, Amy.”

She pouted at me. “Oh, Connor…”

“Stand up.” I said. I want you like this. My slave. My captive. Mine to do whatever I want with.”

She stood up and I tied her wrists behind her back.

I don’t know what it is, but the sight of her tied up like that just brings out the animal in me. I grabbed her and pulled her to me, one hand cupping her ass and pulling her against me, the other behind her head holding her so I could taste the lipstick on her mouth. I kissed her until we both were dizzy, then I guided her back to the sofa and pushed her down on it.

She fell into a half-sitting position her tight skirt riding up her thighs so that her sweet little pussy was visible. I fell on top of her, kissing her again, squeezing her tits, my hand going down to fondle her soft, wet cunt.

She twisted her mouth away from me so she could breath, then opened her mouth and bit me on the side of the neck, holding on like a wildcat as her hips began to work against me. She was every bit as hot as I was.

“You hot little cunt!” I groaned. “You love it don’t you, baby? You just love driving me crazy like this! But I’m not going to give you what you want this time, Amy. I’m not going to fuck you; not yet. I want to see how hot I can get you. I want you to come on my hand, baby. And then I want to suck you and have you come in my mouth. And maybe then I’ll fuck you…”

 

[soliloquy]

Amy growled at his words and her head fell back on the couch as his fingers plunged into her cunt. He only held them inside her, and she knew what he wanted. He wanted to see her so desperate for release that she would fuck his hand to orgasm.

Who was she to refuse him this, she thought wryly. Her hips bucked against his hand as his mouth descended on her nipple. He sucked eagerly and Amy cried out. She was all body and lust and need. No more thoughts dared trespass here. She began to ride his hand, his fingers only moving as she bid them move, save for the occassional twist or increased pressure. The actual fucking was all her.

"Fuck, Connor, you make me crazy, too, baby." Her proclamation was but a breathy whisper into the air, finalized with a moan that crescendoed as she ground her pussy into his hand, but never quite stopped for long.

His mouth was teasing her nipples alternately, and Amy gasped each time he bit or sucked on her. The thought of his mouth on her clit like this nearly pushed her over the edge. But the ride was not over yet, and she would have to drive herself onward if she were to earn his tongue inside her.

Her hands were trapped beneath her back, and she used them as best as she could, pushing down on the couch to push her entire, heaving body up against his hand.

"Oh GOD!" She was so close, but so far away. Her body humped his fist and her breath was heaving in her chest.

"Fuck it, Amy. Show me how much you want it. God, but you're a sweet slut!"

She just knew he had to be dying to bury himself inside her, but Connor had proven time and time again that he had more control than she. It was pure need that allowed her tired body to continue to writhe beneath him. It was that need that allowed her to finally come with a scream that pierced the room.

Even she could feel her cunt spasm around his hand and pour her sweet come down her thighs and over his wrist.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She had hardly stopped coming when I grabbed her hips and turned her over, pulled her up to her knees and pushed her chest down onto the sofa. Her legs were still shaking from her come and the insides of her thighs were wet with her overflowing sexual lubes. I got on my knees behind her and skinned down my pants and my shorts and let my throbbing prick burst free at last, the head an angry red, precum hanging in strands from the tip.

“Connor, baby, wait!” she gasped, her voice still breathy from the orgasm that hadn’t yet subsided. “Give me a second to catch my breath. I ..Aggghhh!”

Her voice rose in a scream of protest as I stuffed my aching cock into her swollen cunt, still rippling with the last of her orgasmic spasms. I knew I was hurting her but I didn’t care. I wanted the bitch to feel me. I wanted her to feel what she did to me, how she made me ache. Let her ache too.

I’d unbuttoned her blouse while I’d been kissing her tits and now I threw it blouse up over her shoulders. I pushed her tiny skirt up over her waist too so I could see her body encased in that tight corset. I liked the idea of her being stuffed into that thing. I liked the idea of everything that held her and bound her and kept her immobile for my big cock. I made a mental note to tie her up later with her legs spread wide so that I could fuck her at my leisure. I wanted to fuck her for hours.

“Ugh! Connor! Fuck!” she groaned.

I wasn’t moving. I was balls deep in her and I was happy just to watch her struggle to adjust to the size of my prick inside her. I knew she was sensitive from just coming and I was willing to wait for her to get her second wind. But meanwhile it felt good just to be so big and hard and to fill her so completely. My cock felt like a bar of pig iron, huge and hard and so sensitive it was almost numb. All my muscles felt pumped and full of blood, and I’d never felt more male in my life, like I was on a testosterone high. My balls felt enormous and swollen with come.

Yeah, there’s something ridiculously male-enhancing about having a woman like Amy kneeling before you with your cock up her cunt, hearing her gasp and feeling her tremble, watching her hands twist in the bonds. She had her face buried in the cushions of the sofa, but still I could hear her moan as I started to fuck her.

I was gentle at first, but as she warmed to me again I started fucking her hard, holding her hips and pulling her back against me as I bottomed out, my thighs slapping into her upturned buttocks. One black stocking fell down her leg from my fucking, and then he leg fell off the couch. She had one foot planted on the floor and cocked her ass to me to receive my thrusts.

“Bitch!” I groaned at her as I fucked her. “You love this hard cock, don’t you Amy? You love being fucked like this!”

“Yes!” she squealed, “Yes! Fuck me!”

I got off the couch. I couldn’t get enough leverage like this. I pushed her around until both her knees were on the edge of the sofa, her head pressed into the crevice between the seat and the back. This way I was standing on the floor, able to swing my hips.

My cock was soaked with her juice, and with her ass up in the air her asshole was staring at me, still dilated from our earlier anal session. I put a finger in her now and she groaned deeply. Two fingers and she took them both and wiggled her ass in pleasure, daring me.

“Okay, bitch! You want it? Here you go!”

I took my prick and pushed it against the resisting ring of muscle around her anus. I was bigger than I’d been this morning, and Amy had recovered some of her muscle tone. When I popped inside she yelled.

Both of us froze. I felt her throb around me as she tried to loosen up and it was almost too much for me; I thought I’d come right then and there. She bit her lip and then wiggled her ass experimentally. She seemed to like the results because she gave a deep sigh and a lewd, obscene smile appeared on her face.

That was my cue, and I pushed the rest of my prick into her as she groaned in acceptance. She was now bent over the sofa with my prick up her ass, her hands tied behind her, the perfect picture of the subservient slut. I grabbed her hips and pulled my prick out just a little, then rocked back in.

“Oh God!” she moaned. “Oh God!” She didn’t stop saying that for as long as I fucked her, even as I reached around below her and found her sopping cunt. I flung my hips at her as I split my fingers around the hood of her clit and squeezed them together, trapping her little nub between them, and I began to masturbate her again.

Amy cried. She squealed. She opened her mouth and bit the sofa, and still I fucked her hot ass. At some point I realized that she was coming. Her face was beet red, the tendons standing out in her neck her mouth opened in a scream that stuck in her throat.

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back on my shoulders as I rode her asshole, my body tingling with the building of a savage orgasm.

“Gonna come in you baby! Gonna come in your hot ass, Amy!”

Now she found her voice and screamed as I shoved hard, bending her head against the back of the sofa. She squealed as she felt me throb in her ass and then I erupted, firing blasts of white hot come into her sucking belly, growling with each savage burst.

Amy took them all, her cunt spilling juice all over my hand as she came.

At that moment, I owned her. Body and soul, I owned the bitch.