becoming a bitch
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becoming a bitchBecoming a BitchIt was supposed to be simple. A blind date, set up online. A hot chick. Me getting laid for the first timein a while. You know. Simple. And that’s what actually happened. Sort of.I get to the bar, I see Meghan across the way, sitting pretty in a short black dress, legs crossed,sipping on a martini like she’s sucking my cock already. Far as I’m concerned, I’m as good as fucked,the way she’s making herself out to be: smooth thighs, big, round tits, lips that could blow the cap offa bottle of Bud, legs long as tomorrow and an ass as big as today. Fuck, I feel I’m in the bag already,so I sidle up, introduce myself, and we’re off to the races, cranking shot after shot until we’re bothstumbling down under back at her place.Fuck, man. Velvet dress crazing my fingers, lips slaying my lips, fingertips biting my ass, and my hipsgrinding her till the juice come drooling out my cock, wetting my boxers with a slick line of dick juice.All was good, sliding the dress off her shoulders. Sucked her tits like a starving baby, she moaning likea milked cow, grinding back, grasping my head, crazed and dazed. Got her to her panties, and shegiggles as I bite her belly, licking her sides, and I’m halfway to coming without her so much asunzipping my pants to dance her tongue around my cum-shitting shaft, when I feel something a littlebit wrong, a little bit off. A lump where there ought not be a lump, hills where there should be valleysand a sack where there ought be gaping, aching lips waiting my tongue to tease the walls to gushingwaterfalls, and I think to myself “Shit, of all the panties I could be landing, I find myself in tranny’s.”But it’s too little, too late, as my cock’s a rock, and not likely to soften lightly any time soon. Besides,Meghan knows she’s got the upper hand while she’s standing, and I’m on my knees, mouth apingsurprise up to her sparkling, mischievous eyes, and she smiles back as she peels back her pinkheartedpanties to pop out a stiffy, long as tomorrow and big as today, springing like a Slinkie againstmy hollow cherry cheek.And the first words out of her mouth are: “Suck it, bitch.”And before I can reply, she fucking my mouth, a smoothness grating my lips, her fingertips clutchingthe base of my skull, her cock-tip gracing the back of my throat, and her balls slapping my chin like amidget clown teasing a tiger in a steel cage. Part of me wants to bite down, chop her to size, spit outthe stump in her face and laugh as she bleeds herself onto the carpet. illegal bahis siteleri That part of me, though, isoverwhelmed by a wild ecstasy electrocuting my tongue and lips, a static electricity building betweenmy mouth and her cock, my cheeks and her thighs, my chin and her heavy balls, slapping staccatoagainst my jaw, and the only thing I can hear, the only words in my brain, edging out all resistancethrust by thrust are,Suck. It. Bitch.Suck. It. Bitch.Suck. It. Bitch.But right before I can start to reply, right before I feel my mouth begin to beg for more, to loosen andreceive her cock, to work like a whore at the docks of yore, she pulls out, leaving me gasping andchoking, ready for more but unable to ask, and, in between the coughs of a virgin throat, I hear hercommand:”Bitches work on hands and knees. Now, you either be my bitch, or you leave with your tail tuckedbetween your legs, and pretend to protect an ass you will always know is mine. “My body replied before my brain could think, and before I knew it, I was on all fours, presenting mypink ass to her, looking over my shoulder with pleading eyes, waiting to be made hers. She merelysnarled at my hasty answer.”Bitches don’t look back, and bitches certainly don’t hold their heads high.”She grabbed my balls and twisted, eliciting a squeal I never knew existed, collapsing my elbows,dropping my shoulders to the ground, crushing my face against the carpet. She let go, I pressed myface into the floor and raised my ass as far as I could, straining until the pain passed from mydangling balls, presenting themselves for another squeeze. She continued:”Better. But your first response was just lust, and this one, simply terror. I could break you, butbroken bitches don’t last long. I need to know your answer is not being given in error.”I heard her slinking across the room, and I followed, on all fours, when she beckoned out thebedroom. She led me, naked, through her house until we stopped at the front door. She opened it toreveal the trimmed bushes of her garden, and threw before me a black leather collar, studded andchained, engrained with silver letters “Bitch” upon the ring. She said, simply,”Choose.”A cold gust blew upon my naked body, a chill down my spine, but I didn’t even think of that. I didn’tthink of the long walk to my car, the shamed naked drive home. I didn’t think of how I could hide thisencounter from my friends or future girl friends. I didn’t think of my parents, or of my boss or mybrothers. I youwin giriş only thought of the ache on my lips, the emptiness in my belly, and the quivering desire inmy ass, the dirty hole crying to be punctured, the word stuck in my throat where she left it with herquivering with her cock.So I chose. I nuzzled the collar in front of me, then nuzzled her crotch above me. I sniffed her ass andlicked her balls, and as I worshiped her groin, I heard her close the door before me. An excitementleapt from my loins, and I almost sat up and begged. Instead, I simply licked at her cock like aChihuahua at a milk bone while Meghan slipped the leather collar around my throat. It clicked behindmy neck, the chain clinked, and she led me back to her room.Excited beyond reason, I tugged to the center of the room, her patient hand holding the chain aroundmy neck. When we arrived, I pressed my face into the carpet and lifted my ass. She kicked my legsfurther apart and I felt her cock nudge the opening of my bitch pussy. It was slick with pre-cum, and,overjoyed to know I had aroused her to such a state, I wiggled my ass against her cock to smear herjuices against my waiting asshole. She smacked my ass for my impatience, then circled my sphincterwith her cock head to slick my waiting opening.Then, without warning, she thrust into me. My ass filled with her cock, and when I thought it could fillno more, she thrust in again. I bolstered myself against the floor with my forearms, but she keptpushing, filling me slow, second after second, sliding in to depths I never knew. When she caught asnag, she would pull back, slap my ass again, the push in once more. Finally, three slaps later, I felther balls thunk against my ass, accompanied by a satisfied grunt and another spanking. My mind wasreeling already, but then she began thrusting, first a few centimeters in and out, then an inch.As she thrusted, I began to know the meaning of bitch. Each thrust brought it in again, deeper,harder, each thrust stretching me, filling me, another thrust, another spanking, another spanking,another ecstatic squeal from my lips, prodding her further and faster into me. Meanwhile, my cock andballs were whipping between my legs, filled with cum to bursting, me wanting desperately to strokemyself off, but needing all my strength to keep my head from getting bashed and bruised against thefloor. Then, all of a sudden, I felt myself start to drip.What little of my mind was operative realized I was going to cum, canlı bahis with no assistance other than theincreasingly desperate thrusting and spanking at my backside. We had settled into a rhythm, thurstspank moan, thrust spank moan, thrust spank moan; but when I felt myself beginning to drizzle ontothe carpet from my cock, a strange, eerie squealing moan squeezed out of my throat. Whatever it wasset Meghan to insanity. A wild groan released behind me, and all of a sudden, she curled her bodyaround mine and began humping me raw.My position collapsed. I couldn’t hold myself up against her onslaught. Her breasts against my back,her thrusting erratic and strong, her breath in my ear, and deep inside, I felt a drizzling from her cock,and something about that, about knowing I was no longer my own man, that I was a bitch owned andcollared by a sexy tranny humping hard at my ass and about to jizz in the deepest nether regions ofmy body, something about that set me to insanity, set me screaming:”Yes, yes, fuck me! I’m your little bitch! Fuck me like a little bitch!”And I must’ve screamed this for minutes, but she kept going, she kept going until she fucked me intocatatonia, until I had no voice to urge her fucking, until her fucking was pure, blind lust surging intomy asshole, long past destroyed, almost numb with her frantic desire to make me hers, whensuddenly, a spasm, a groan like a horse in heat, and a spurting in my ass lasting more than minutes,convulsing and clamping her body against mine, no longer capable of holding two frantically fuckingbodies on mere elbows.She peeled herself off of me, and then, with a strength and deftness I thought impossible after such afucking, she flipped me onto my back and lifted my legs into the air. All of a sudden, I was staring atmy dripping, as of yet unspent cock head. And all the said was,”Open.”and started pumping my cock furiously. A second later, my cum exploded onto my face and into mymouth, and when I thought I was done, she squeezed my balls until all the cum had spurted out forsure.Spent and exhausted, I saw her walk over to the side of the room, and then heard a click. Her voicewafted, amused, to my ears:”We’ll watch this in the morning. And we’ll watch every night’s fun the morning after. Well… I will. Youmay be a bit… busy.”She strode above my spent body.”And how does it feel to know that you are a bitch? That you are MY bitch?”My breathing heaved out of my body. I did not know how to answer. But my body did. Sore andaching, it lifted itself of its own accord, and my tongue licked thankfully at Meghan’s balls. Her cockhardened in pleasure, and soon, my mouth was full of her again. She pulled the chain, the collartightened, and my throat squealed in joyous anticipation of her coming.
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