Carrie Catches Herself a “Unicorn”

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Carrie Catches Herself a “Unicorn”1.When I met Carrie, I was perhaps at my lowest point in my dealings with women. If I’d have met Carrie at any other time, I might’ve had the good sense to get out, or not get involved. As it stood– I was vulnerable, and desperate– and for all of her faults, Carrie was quite attractive, masterful– even insane in bed, and cunningly manipulative.Carrie was the first woman I’d been with in a long time who was more sexually experienced than I was, and (so far) has been the oldest women I’ve ever been with. I was in my late 20s at the time, and she was nearing her 50s– and even though she was still incredibly sexy and attractive, and at times could even appear or seem like a younger woman, it was apparent that she had lived a long and sometimes hard life. I came to understand that Carrie had been in many abusive relationships– and had had more than her share of d**gs and alcohol in her time, so she had a hardened, matronly look about her. There was something about this hardened look she had cultivated combined with her stunning figure that was intoxicating. Add also her vast experience with men of all kinds, and the fact that she was a strong and oftentimes intimidating woman, the notion of intercourse with Carrie proved too tempting to side-step, even if it might’ve been wiser to avoid her. As it stood– rather than avoid her, I confronted her head on. And lived to tell the tale.But she was trouble. More trouble than I realized when I met her– and even though I came to realize how much trouble she was, something tells me I still never learned how dangerous she could be. Despite everything that happened, though– it’s hard to say I regret any of it. It came very close to feeling like hell for a short time while I was… involved with her, but she provided me with an experience I will never forget. I’m just lucky I was able to get away. It was a near thing at the end.2.My relationships with women had fallen into a well-worn, almost grooved pattern at this point in my life. In my late 20s– I suddenly found myself unemployed, alone, with very few prospects. As a bachelor who didn’t have much to spend his money on, and who was a reliable employee before the company I worked for went belly up and bankrupt, I had managed to save up enough funds to live off of while I decided what to do with my life, or wait for the right job to cross my path. It was either refreshing, or pathetic, that I somehow began to resemble the man I was in my early 20s– practically a k**– than I was the man who I had become a few short months ago when the last failed relationship I attempted turned its back on me and walked out the door, just as they all had.I thought I knew what my problem was. The truth was that I only partially understood what the problem was. But at the time, I was convinced that I had it figured out, even if I had no clue how to move past it. I was constantly pursuing the wrong woman. Emotionally unavailable women, self destructive women, women who I knew would be bad for me, or women who tempted me away from happy, productive relationships into tumultuous sexual affairs that were lustful, self-serving, and– outside of the privacy of the bedroom– almost totally meaningless. But that wasn’t all. I also had a tendency to pursue women who I could likewise tempt and seduce into lustful, ill advised affairs that went nowhere. I had fallen for women who had destroyed me, but I had in my own turn destroyed other women. Some had just barely been eighteen, just starting out in life. Now that I was alone once again, after having caused a great deal of hurt in someone else because of my own selfish desire to satiate my male urges, I felt appropriately guilty. The fact that I didn’t have a job to go to, or any friends to interact with in the outside world, had only served to further isolate me in my depression.In my younger days, in situations like the one I currently found myself in– I would hit two things really hard. The gym, and the bars. Without a job, friends, or a woman to distract me– I spent my days working out. Although I always kept a pretty tight reign on my physical appearance, after a few weeks of being unemployed and without companionship, my body was quickly bouncing back to its former glory. This helped me feel a little better about myself, and would hopefully get me on track to meet a girl sometime soon. This time I promised that I would meet the right girl, and that I wouldn’t fuck around– I’d really be a good guy, committed, and not let my cock get the better of me and go wandering out into the night seeking forays with other women.Promises, promises…In the evenings, out of boredom and with the dim hope of meeting someone, my misguided judgement led me to the bars downtown. At the time, I lived in what one hundred years ago used to be a wild west frontier town– and as such, had a historically famous alley of roughly a dozen historic bars. Suffice it to say, I grew up in a drinking town, and once you turned 21 there was plenty of opportunity to find somewhere to sit and imbibe. Weekends usually saw a rush of people of all ages out to dance and have a good time– and was the best chance at striking up a conversation with a local girl. Might not have been the highest caliber of lady– but there were a lot of attractive women in town, and you could do a lot worse. During the weekdays, however– the dives were sparse, and occupied mostly with chronic alcoholics wasting away on a series of bar stools. I should know. I found myself becoming one of them. It was a wonder I was never picked up by the police. I learned a long time ago to not drive drunk, but when you live over a mile away from the downtown bars, a drunken stumble home was rife with opportunities for mischief. Perhaps it was my muscular build that helped keep me out of trouble, but it was just as likely to have been stroke after stroke of good luck that kept me out of trouble. That was until I decided to try The Haunt on a night I had never been before, and met Carrie.3.The Haunt was a themed country dive bar– dimly lit with neon florescent and year round Christmas tree lights. It was the kind of place where you might get lucky and have some friendly fellow patron buy everybody a round– or find yourself the target of some slurred, drunken aggression for some unintended misdeed. It was a Wednesday.There was the main bar– mostly empty save for a middle aged couple near the end– a completely vacant dance floor– and six billiards table, one of which was hosting a game. Along the wall was a small ledge– just wide enough for a drink– and a series of tall stools. I came in, ordered a rye whiskey and a light beer in as few words as possible and without even acknowledging the bartender, and kept my tab open.It’s funny how people work. I had come here to have some exposure to the outside world, so that I wasn’t a complete shut in– and also in the hopes that I might find someone to help me forget about myself for a while. Despite why I told myself I came to the bars night after night, I never met anybody. I thought I was getting out and being social. The truth was that I hardly ever looked up from my drink, even to notice the bartender I was ordering it from, much less to see if there were any eligible bachelorettes in the place.I walked my drinks back to a stool around the perimeter wall and sat myself down for what was likely going to be a short-long night. I nursed my drinks– hoping to make them last– and tore at the label on my beer bottle absent mindedly.”‘Nother round, baby?” a sultry voice asked, slightly hoarse– as though thirsty. I looked up and saw her– the bartender who had given me my drink. Even though I had hardly noticed her when I first arrived– it was hard to believe, as she was hard to miss. She was just shy of being tall– wide shouldered and formidable. Dark black-red dyed hair, with a few random streaks of her natural silvery hair speckled here and there. She was tan, had dark green eyes– thick black mascara, and a sexy face that would’ve been painfully beautiful in her youth. She had a clever mouth, straight white teeth, and dimples in her cheeks.Just as noticeable as her stunning good looks was her full, buxom, muscular hourglass figure. She looked strong, but not bulky. She was soft in all the right places, but firm everywhere else. She had large, prominent breasts, squeezed into a tight black tank top with sequins in the shape of angel wings on the back. A long tattoo ran from her middle finger and ran all the way up her arm– a single vine with offshoots of leaves and flowers, wrapped around her finger, ran up the back of her hand, around her wrist, up to her elbow, and disappeared up her arm and underneath her shirt over her shoulder. It made you wonder where it ended.She noticed me staring. “You okay?””I’m fine,” I said– “Not ready for a refill. Yet.””Well you just let me know,” she said– eyeing me, with a little grin on her lips. “I’ll keep my eye out for you.” She turned and walked away back toward the bar. My eyes followed her as she walked– the sway of her hips, the gentle back and forth, up and down rolling of her ass in her tight faded jeans. She turned over her shoulder to look at me, and caught me watching her walk away. She was smiling, though– and besides, it doesn’t hurt to look.I admired the bartender for a moment– imagining dimly what I might say or how things might go if I decided that I wanted to pursue her welcoming, flirtatious glances. I decided against it. I came here to drink– and to try and remember what life was like when I still had normal relationships with women that weren’t predicated on sex alone. The way I saw it– the only reason why I was alone in a bar at all, even thinking about sticking it in a middle aged bartender was because I wasn’t alone with a girl who was right and good for me that I loved– who loved me back; perhaps in a home of our own, starting a family, and living an honest, clean life. Because I wasn’t there, with her– whoever she was– I was here, with this bartender. And I had to decide for myself what I wanted, and how to get it. If I wanted to spend my life fucking bartenders who shoot me hopeful glances, that was one thing. If I wanted something more– something lasting… I had to figure out how that all worked, and what would get me there.I wasn’t aware of it then, but I was setting myself up for self-sabotage. Alcohol doesn’t tend to make one err on the side of long term gains for short term sacrifices. And the longer I sat against the wall nursing my whiskey and sipping my beer, the more I noticed the bartender wasn’t just shooting me meaningful glances. She was downright eye-fucking me from her place behind the counter. I realized how alone the two of us were– not completely, but mostly. And as egotistic and self-centered as it sounded, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I was the best looking guy in the place, standard objective classifications of attraction taken into account. And by that rationale, she was the sexiest girl this bar had to offer at this particular time, too. Perhaps at most particular times. And she looked as though she knew exactly what she had to offer and what she wanted, and apparently that seemed to include me.I could’ve left then, but I didn’t. Instead, I finished my drinks suddenly and quickly. She watched me do it. I then got up out of my isolated bar stool and walked my empty glass and bottle back to the bar and ‘bellied up’ as they say. I told myself that talking and flirting weren’t the same thing as one night stands or self-destructive co-dependency. That’s what I thought. I thought I’d have a little fun talking to a hot woman and be on my way; the short term satisfaction delayed for long term happiness with the eventual girl of my dreams.”Nother round?” she asked again, same meaningful grin on her lips.”Yeah, I think I’m ready for a refill.””Same?””Just the whiskey for now.””Double?” she asked, hardly asking at all– wavering the question at the end of the word between statement and inquiry.”Sure,” I said; saying ‘no’ just felt wrong somehow.She poured right in front of me.”You know, you don’t have to sit over there by the wall– I won’t bite. Not yet.””Well– if not then I may as well sit back over there,” I said, smiling.”Fine. You’ll have to wait until later, though. Cameras.””Never seen you here, before–” I said.”Started not too long ago. Newbies get the shitty shifts. Working my way to weekends.””So you really are working for the weekend?””Uh. Yeah– you could call it that.””My name’s Kevin,” I said–“Carrie. And actually I kind of already know who you are…”I blinked. “Oh?””Yeah. It’s nothing weird, though. I work with Jenny sometimes. She says you and her used to have a thing…”The name dug in my gut like a dagger. Jenny. The sister of a girl I was dating and lived with when I first moved out of my hometown– before coming back. It was ironic that this should come up at this particular time, as Jenny was exactly the type I was drinking to forget– and hopefully move past.Carrie must’ve noticed the look on my face. “That bad, huh?””Uh. Just– a lot of history, there.””Well she speaks very highly of you…””Is that sarcastic?”She laughed. “No. It wasn’t meant to be. Is that so surprising?””Maybe not…” I said–then, more nervously, “She’s not here now, is she?””No. She worked earlier.””And she told you about me?”Carrie bobbed her head left and right in a half-nod, half-shake that meant neither ‘yes’ or ‘no’. “Girls chat. Y’know. Especially two girls who’ve lived in this town a long time and know a lot of the same people,” and then, as if trying to reassure me, “Really it was nothing bad.”I relaxed a little, and sipped my whiskey.”So you’re from here then?” I asked.”I’m from Gallup originally. But I’ve lived here– around fifteen years. You?””Born and raised. Can’t seem to make it out of this town.””There are worse places,” she said. “But still just bad enough to still be fun.””I suppose you’re right. Still– small enough that even complete strangers know who you are half the time…”She laughed. “That’s true. Everybody knows everybody around here,” then, with a sideways glance that was sharp enough to do some damage, she added–“You know what she told me?”I looked at her. She really would’ve been beautiful ten years ago. She said she moved here fifteen years ago. At that time, she would’ve looked like an angel. She still had it in her– but the years had come and gone and obscured some of that youthful beauty she must’ve used to have a double-ration of. At least she still had some of it left.”What did she tell you?””How did she put it– she said… you were the nicest bad guy she ever knew.””Well. She should know. She tempted me to cheat on her own sister with her right after she moved in with us. I tried my best to resist but in the end… well, we can only withstand so much pressure.””And how long did that take?””Uh. Maybe three hours?”She whistled. “You did good to last that long. Don’t beat yourself up about it, too much. Jenny’s a good lookin’ girl. I’ve seen pictures of her from a few years back– hell, I would’ve fucked her brains out.””Does she look much different?”Carrie shrugged. “She’s happy now. At least, that’s what she says.” It didn’t answer the question– but in a way, it said everything I needed to know.”Anyway, when a girl like her gets it in her head that she wants something, she gets it. Sooner or later. I should know…” Carrie smiled her seductive smile again. Given the context, it made me nervous– weakened my willpower. I sipped my whiskey again.Noticing the silence, her tone changed. “Give me a sec,” she said– then did a lap around the bar, asking if any of the guests needed a refill. I watched her as she went– first to the other couple sitting at the end of the bar– then to the guys playing pool. God, she looked unbelievable in her tight tank top and torn up jeans. She was the complete opposite of the kind of girls I’d gotten mixed up with lately. Katie and Ash were young, petite– inexperienced. Carrie was middle aged, full figured, and spoke with authority. She also did remind me of Jenny– who had been young, had a petite waist, but unlike Katie and Ash had a full figured bust, and was more experienced. Those were some wild days– hiding from her sister, my long time girlfriend, who didn’t know what to do with my big dick or my intense hunger for sex. But her younger sister, Jenny– she knew what to do. It had led me to one of my first big ruins with women– among the first of a seemingly never ending chain that always seemed to lead me here– with women like Carrie who you knew were nothing but trouble. My mind began to swirl with the burning liquid in my glass. If I wasn’t careful, Carrie could become another link in that chain. I told myself to take out a 20, leave it on the bar and walk out. What are you doing? I asked myself. Leave now before it becomes any more of a certainty.Carrie returned. “You still good, baby?” Such a professional. I lifted my glass and nodded. Carrie winked at me. She may have been in her 40s, but she had energy– a spring in her step. She flipped her hair around, revealing a fairy tattoo she had behind her left ear, and reached into a mini fridge to pull out two beers. She popped the lids off the top, quickly turned to smile at me, and walked back to the pool players.She stood and chatted with them for a few minutes– polite conversation. Perhaps a little flirtatious, but just friendly. Laughter. Meanwhile, I looked at the door. My whiskey was almost empty. Maybe it was time to go…”‘Nother double, sweetie?”I looked up. She had the bottle of whiskey already in her hand. Saying no just felt– rude.”Sure. Last one.””Ppphh,” she scoffed– “C’mon. Stay and keep me company. Heck, keep me safe, you never know what’s gonna happen around here some nights. Jenny told me that you were very strong…”She pushed the glass in my direction, biting her lip– really eye-fucking me now.”How late are you here ’til?” I asked.”Last call is at 1:45. Close at two. I usually head home around 2:15 on a night like tonight,” then, with a meaningful look– “Why?”All the sudden the ball was in my court. I could decide to go on, or take my own advice and back-pedal. I looked at Carrie. I had been with a decent amount of women at this time in my life– but none quite like her. I could tell even then that she would be an experience. A handful. Maybe even a woman who could dish out just as much as I was capable of giving. Maybe that would be worth having, at least once. Just once…”When do you usually go to sleep?” I asked.Her sexy grin again. She leaned forward against the bar closer to me. I could smell her cheap perfume. “Depends. Onnnn… if anything is keeping me up.””Maybe I could keep you up.””I’m sure I can keep you up.”I took another small sip of my whiskey. The familiar burn, the swimming of thoughts and desire mashing into a single goal beginning to form like a ball of lust again in my stomach. I felt my crotch begin to gently throb in my pants.”Fine,” I said “I’ve got nothing to do tomorrow,” I grinned back at her. The dye was cast. Everything that happened after this point was just an inevitable matter of course, both of us playing our prescribed parts.4.”Brr! It’s so cold out…” Carrie said, pulling her heavy coat up around her as she locked the back door to the bar. We were standing in the alley in back of the building and the night was nearly silent and shockingly cold. We could see our breath hanging in the air at our every exhalation and spoken word. “Do you have a car?””Yes, but. I walked here tonight. Don’t wanna get popped, y’know?”With a heavy click the bar door locked shut. She turned to face me, and I was once again struck by her beauty– so stunning and incredibly sexy, but just on the verge of being totally eclipsed by old age, fast approaching–nipping at her heels. It wouldn’t be long now before her beauty or good looks would become an afterthought–a memory, something you had to look at old photos to see. As she currently was, she could conceivably pass for her late 30s, but it was a stretch. And yet the final brilliant flicker of her beauty and sexuality seemed to burn more brightly now that it approached it’s end. There was a sense when you looked into her eyes that she was painfully aware of all of this– the dwindling of her beauty, the remaining heavy burn of her profound sexual hunger, and the sad but slow acceptance of her coming old age. But for now at least she could ignore it– especially now with a young handsome man to accompany her home.”Oh. Yeah– I know what you mean.””You don’t have a car?” I asked.”No. DUI last year. Cheaper to just get rid of the car than to pay for the goddamn breathalyzer. My place isn’t far.””Want my coat?” I offered– feeling chivalrous, but secretly hoping she would decline.She paused. “Won’t you be cold?”I paused in return, suddenly wishing I could take my offer back. “Yeah, but if you’re really cold–“”I’m freezing,” she insisted.”Well. Here–” I said, beginning to unbutton my coat and slipping it off my shoulders. “You may need to wear it under yours–“Carrie similarly began to shed her large, heavy coat. She looked incredible, but frigid, in her black tank top and tight fitting, torn up jeans. “Hold this…” she handed me her coat as she snatched mine out of my outreached arms and quickly wrapped herself up in it– my close-fitting, dark grey wool pea coat. Then, retaking her larger, fluffier coat, slipped it over mine– and voila! She was now double layered while I stood in my tight-fitting muscle shirt. She sighed relief.”Ah! Thank you– much better. Smells good, too,” she said, giving me a once over look. “C’mon– let’s get you back to my place so we can warm you up.” And off we went into the night.Carrie had yelled out ‘last call’ quarter to two as I sipped another double whiskey she had poured for me. Then, as she was nearing her close– she asked me sweetly to wait for her out back.”Maybe you can clear up some questions I had about you and Jenny,” Carrie had said. “She told me some things that were– kind of hard to believe…” the tone in her voice was suspicious and doubtful, but I knew precisely what she was referring to. Despite everything that happened between Jenny and I– including her sudden and seemingly inexplicable distance and departure from my life after our short but intense affair was discovered by her sister– it was interesting to hear that Jenny had supposedly had positive things to report to her new friend and co-worker, Carrie. Jenny never would’ve guessed that Carrie and I would somehow meet– and that Carrie would have an opportunity to get my take, to confirm or deny anything that Jenny had claimed about me. And I thought I had an idea as to what those claims might’ve been. It was hard to imagine how much Jenny would’ve exaggerated. My affair with Jenny really solidified my a****listic lust– and throughout our affair I became increasingly determined to work, train, and perfect my sexual abilities. Once, around the time when Jenny and I had really begun to hit our stride in the bedroom together– she turned to me, dripping sweat and breathing heavy, totally naked and ravished– and said, “You fuck better than most male porn stars that I’ve seen in videos.” Her words always stuck with me in particular because, once I had set my mind to it, it was precisely what I was after. When I first started fucking Jenny– now years ago– it was my intention to fuck her like a porn star. It was my goal. And together, day after day, night after night, after her sister– my girlfriend– would go to bed at night, Jenny and I would fuck like we were possessed; I would practice everything on her, over and over again– edging myself to climax and stopping just short in order to prolong the experience as long as our endurance could allow. I committed myself to strengthening every muscle in my body so that I could be capable of doing more and more. And she in turn was a perfect, young, stunning dark haired porn starlet, just barely able to take everything I could give. Then– all at once, our affair was discovered by her sister, and everything quickly fell apart. It wasn’t long until Jenny drifted away and left me as well. Ever after, it was one girl after another– all of them over-matched when confronted with my techniques and desires, my sculpted body, and my large cock. Not to say I didn’t enjoy any of the other girls after Jenny– cute little virgin Kate, or sultry Ash– but neither of them were capable of taking me at my absolute best. So I had let myself go a bit, and I had begun to question what kind of relationship I wanted, and sex suddenly began to feel less and less important– and perhaps even a part of my life that was in the rear-view mirror.Then, by chance, I met Carrie– who knew of my reputation even before I even knew she existed, much less knew her name. And at just the time in my life when I had really begun working on my body again, and felt nearly back to my old self. And she was just the kind of woman who might be able to take me back to what I felt with Jenny, maybe a little more. As we began walking down the dark alleyway in the direction of her place, the desire to really let myself go crazy on Carrie and fuck her brains out harder than I had with any other girl in recent memory grew within me. With every step toward her bedroom, the desire seemed to magnify within me.Perhaps she sensed this as we walked by the brief silence between us.”I wasn’t really expecting company tonight– I hope you don’t mind if my place is a little messy…” she laughed lightly as she offered her apology.”Doesn’t bother me,” I said. “I’m usually more comfortable in places that aren’t spotless anyway.””Yeah. Well, my place is pretty far from spotless, so…””It’s no problem.”Another pause. “So. Anyway I was saying earlier that our mutual acquaintance Jenny had some interesting things to say about your guys’ relationship. I figured– as long as I had you– may as well get your take.””Sure.””And, I mean– some of this was pretty personal. I hope you don’t mind that she told me and if you don’t wanna answer that’s okay, too…” The way she said it made it seem as though what she really wanted to hear was that I would be honest and answer all her questions, no matter how ‘personal’.”I don’t care. I’ll tell you the truth. I’ve got no reason to lie about anything.””Well I mean– some of it just sounded. Y’know, sometimes some girls can kind of exaggerate things they’ve done or guys they’ve been with. It’s okay– we all do it. I’ve done it.””What did she say?””She said– well, first of all– she said you more than anybody else she’s ever been with could really fuck like a porn star. And that you had a cock bigger than most porn stars she’s seen, too.””So what do you wanna know?””Well. I just wanna know– what you think about what she said. Is it true?”A sense of hopefulness in her voice. I turned to look at her and found that same hopefulness in her eyes. She wanted it to be true. A small blade of her dark, red wine colored hair was blown diagonally down her face from the wind, but she made no effort to right it.I laughed. “I can’t say if I ‘fuck like a porn star’ or not, but… I don’t know why I’m going to tell you this, but, even before I met Jenny I began to wonder if I had a problem with sex. Like, if I was a sex addict. Because I love fucking– and not just fucking, but I love that feeling of totally losing myself in sex and letting myself become an a****l. It feels incredible in the moment but I always fucking regret it afterwards because it has destroyed my life many times and usually destroys the girls’ life, too, because the only way I fuck ‘like a porn star’ how Jenny puts it is if I treat the girls I’m with like they’re a****ls too. And the thing is– in my experience– it works. I become an a****l, and I turn her into an a****l– and together we just go crazy and fuck our brains out and it’s incredible and awful all at the same time. When I was with Jenny– I made it a point to try and fuck like a porn star, and I guess I did… but I cheated on Jenny’s sister with her, and it felt amazing at the time but it left my whole life in shambles. Before Jenny there was a girl named Jessica– and I practically ruined her marriage with her husband fucking her in their house, in their bed… turning her against him. And after Jenny, I took advantage of a virgin girl, totally ruining her and possibly ruining sex with anyone else for her for the rest of her life– and then denigrated and humiliated a lesbian girl who was curious about what it was like to have sex with a guy… it’s just been one mess after another, to be honest. But– I guess to answer your question– yeah. I fucking love sex. I love it so much it ruins my life and the lives of the girls I’m with. Because when I fuck a girl, I want her to never enjoy anything less than me ever again.”Carrie remained staring at me as we walked. I felt her eyes on me, felt vulnerable from my confession– but also relieved. It meant that– if Carrie and I were going to go through with whatever it was we had in mind– she would at least know what I was capable of, somewhat, so that she could decide for herself if that’s what she wanted– or maybe… maybe even help me move past it. Was that too much to hope for?”Wow,” she said at last. “Yeah. That kind of makes sense… Jenny said that you were so good it was kind of infectious and that she didn’t really recognize herself after a while. She said it felt good but it was also really, really damaging.”That hurt. It hurt because it was true, because I felt the same way.”What about the other part, though?” Carrie asked.”What other part?””The part about you having a big cock. Jenny said–“”She said what?””I mean… it’s ridiculous.”I said nothing, but I turned to look at Carrie– a look that indicated that I was ready to hear any number, no matter how ridiculous.”She said it was a foot long. “Literally a foot” is what she said. And like, this big around…” Carrie then held her hands out in front of her– both of them– carefully recreating what Jenny had demonstrated, creating a circumference similar to a tin can.Again, I said nothing, my expression didn’t change.”Is that true?” Still the slightest tone of hope in her voice. Hope? Most girls are overwhelmed. But to hope…”I’ll let you find out for yourself, if you want–“”So it’s true then.”I let my silence speak for me. It was true– and we both knew of the inevitability of her discovering the truth for herself at this point. The rest was mere formality.”You’re– what do they call it. You’re a ‘unicorn’.””Excuse me?”She laughed. “Well. For you that may have a double meaning. A unicorn is someone who is, like, a perfect catch– and super rare. But in your case, you also happen to be hung like one. Well, like a horse, but I feel like saying you’re hung like a unicorn has a much more appropriate ring to it…””I have no idea how rare it is. But it’s definitely a blessing and a curse…””Oh. It’s a blessing… I just think that– probably Jenny or other girls you’ve been with just don’t know what a blessing it is or can be if you know how to work it right.” Carrie said, enthusiastically, and then perhaps noticing the ripples of goosebumps across my bare skin, took my arm and squeezed it tightly against her. I could feel the warmth of her breasts radiating through her layers of fabric and could smell her perfume and hair dye. She looked at me with her green eyes– she was very close to being my height. “You must be so cold. We need to get you home so I can warm you up…””How close are you?”Smiling, she said, “Real close.”Together, we quickened our pace. We were at her doorstep not ten minutes later.5.As we approached the dim yellow light bulb lighting the way to her front porch like a lighthouse as it glowed faintly in the cold dark night around us, she resumed her apologies.”Really, don’t look around– it’s such a mess. It’s so embarrassing…””I honestly don’t care.””Well, you haven’t seen it yet. And my daughter lives with me, she’s probably still awake. Don’t feel awkward, though– she’s an adult now. God, I feel so old…” her voice sounded boisterous and youthful though, perhaps hoping to not seem old. The hoarse rhaspiness of her voice belied her poorly masked disguise, however. It was a sexy voice, though. Some girls were said to have ‘bedroom eyes’, but Carrie seemed to not only have bedroom eyes, but a bedroom voice. Sultry and steamy. It was the kind of voice that would whisper all the dirty things she wanted you to do to her in your ear with hot breath and the smell of sex wafting throughout the room.I halted outside her house– it was a small place in the sketchy side of town. Run down and hidden away from the main road– it was behind another house that you had to walk around in order to get to. It seemed as though it used to be a mother in law suite from the main property that was sub-let out. There were blankets and sheets hung in the windows instead of curtains. Coffee tins full of cigarette butts and wooden crates were stacked up outside the back door. Aside from the yellow glow of the bulb, and the soft white light coming from behind the blankets covering the windows the world was pitch black night.The walk had sobered me up some, but after our conversation, our flirtations, and our long walk to her place, I was already committed. I was going to be balls deep in Carrie within the hour– sooner if I could manage it. It didn’t bother me that we were in the impoverished part of town, or that her house might be run down or infested with cockroaches– none of that mattered to me. In a way, the filthier it was, the better. It was somehow deeply satisfying and simultaneously wretched that I had found myself in this self-serving, lust-crazed place again– fully admitting how much sex had ruined my relationships with women to a woman approaching her 50s who seemed just fine with that. Wanted it, actually. The more I could wallow in fucking this woman who wanted nothing more than my cock from me, the worse I would feel and the better the fucking would be. And the worse it felt, perhaps the better the odds would be that I could move past this and find something and someone who could mean something important to me.Carrie might’ve been nice, sexy– and might even know how to handle all of me. But she wasn’t going to be the girl I could settle down with. She wasn’t going to be the ‘happily ever after’ type.”How– will your daughter mind that I’m here? That we–“”Oh! God no, don’t worry about that…” Carrie said as she stepped up to her back door. “She’s not that innocent herself, either… Skinny little thing, though. I keep telling her she’s gotta put on some weight…”The door opened and Carrie stepped inside. I followed closely behind her. Carried turned and waved me in, pulling the hoodie from her jacket down and pulling her hair free. “Come on in,” she said– not missing the opportunity to sound apologetic one last time.I stepped inside into the kitchen. The floor bowed under my feet– the cheap linoleum was warped from water damage, or from broken floor boards beneath. The counter was hidden beneath layers of dirty pots, pans, dishes, and cups– each with some remains of food or beverage unconsumed and left to harden. The place was small– the living room was immediately to the left of the kitchen, where a girl– perhaps 19 or 20– sat in her panties and a baggy hoodie sweatshirt inches from the T.V. eating from a pint of ice cream, hair pulled up into a ball on the top of her head. Though the lighting was dim, she looked biracial– half black, half white. She had thick black eyelashes, clumped with heaps of mascara– and her eyebrows looked stenciled into position above her eyes. Carrie was right– she had the same face as her mom, but her body was thin as a rail. I thought maybe it was d**gs– but maybe it wasn’t.”Hey Kari,” Carrie said.”Hey Mom.””This is Kevin– he’s a friend of a co-worker.””Hey,” she said to me, monotone. Then, to her mom, “Who? Lisa? Becca? Jenny?””Jenny.”Kari looked at me then for the first time– just a glance. “Hey,” she said again– seeming to mean it a little bit more this time.”Nice to meet you,” I offered– feigning interest. The rest of the house was dark, but I could dimly make out the shape of a man laying asleep on the couch behind Kari, white, seemingly naked– and also quite skinny.”Want a drink? I’ve got whiskey– or whatever else–” Carrie produced two glasses, blew into one of them, then looked at the second and grimaced before placing it on the counter of dirty dishes to be done later– at some future date. She found another– a plastic mug that said LAMASTER & FOWLER: PARALEGAL on it.”Uh. Yeah. What are you having?””Tequila,” she said– exhaling and removing her jacket and my own quickly. Her body came into view again and I drank the sight of her in.”Me too,” I said.”Fuck yeah,” she responded– and grabbed the handle of tequila down from the refrigerator nearby. The cap was already missing, perhaps lost somewhere on the floor that seemed impossible to see through the layers of clothes, blankets, food wrappers, boxes, chairs, and more dishes. I tried not to stare at the surroundings– I knew Carrie was self conscious about the place. Even still, I didn’t care. It could’ve been worse and I wouldn’t have minded. It smelled like smoke– cigarette and cannabis– alcohol, and dust. But it didn’t smell like actual filth. It was a mess for sure, but it could be worse. And there didn’t seem to be any a****ls… domesticated or otherwise.I watched Carrie pour us each a hefty glass. I noticed that Kari was already putting on ear plugs connected to her smart phone and zeroing her attention in and away from her Mom and the new strange man she dragged home from the bars.”Here you go,” Carrie said– holding my stiff drink of tequila out to me. I took it, and she clinked her mug against my glass. “Cheers,” she said– and slammed her drink back. I followed suit and threw mine back in echo of her– it was quite the undertaking with as much as was in there. It was cheap tequila too, and it burned mightily as it went down. After a wince, I looked at Carrie who appeared to not mind the stiff taste, and was already pouring us another round.”I gotta catch up, you had a few before me but I think you might need a few more. Let’s– go back to my room?” She gestured over her shoulder, her thumb tucked into the handle of the bottle of tequila in the hand she was gesturing illegal bahis siteleri with, lifting it up so that it rested against the side of her right breast.”Yes,” I said– sounding eager and still recovering from the Herculean drink. “Yeah– sounds good.”She grinned meaningfully again. “Alright! Come on– it’s a little cleaner in here anyway,” she said. I watched her turn and walk into the dark hallway behind her.She gestured with the bottle in her right hand to a dark room as we passed it on the right. “That’s the restroom, should you need it… Sorry for all the underwear hanging up, no dryer.”6.Carrie continued her walk a few steps forward and reached to her left to turn on a bright ceiling light that illuminated a fairly large room, given the size of the rest of the place. Carrie’s room was also a mess– but mostly from an outpouring of clothes, knick-knacks, boxes, and empty alcohol bottles. I also happened to notice two or three prominent dildos on a bedside table beside the mattress. The bed itself was set within a ‘bucket’ like frame, and before a large wooden head board with wooden poles. The sheet was half on– the other half pulled up from the bottom right corner and stretched diagonally across the surface. The blanket was rumpled into a pile on the right of the bed. Two dirty looking pillows lay there against the wall like homeless men sleeping against the side of a building.The door closed behind us, and I heard a lock. I didn’t have much time to think about it before Carrie walked further into the room from behind me– my eyes following her shapely ass as she walked into the room, swinging the tequila bottle by her hips and taking another heavy drink, her hair spilling down behind her as she tilted her head back. I likewise drank again, committing further– not wanting to think about the feeling of being trapped like a fly caught in the web of a spider. An elegant, malicious spider…Carrie filled her glass again and wheeled around to face me. The look in her eye. She was really feeling it now. She bit her bottom lip and walked toward me.”Another?””Hit me,” I said, holding out my glass. She poured– slowly and with only a momentary dart of her eyes looking down at my glass before they returned back to mine. She set the tequila bottle down on her dresser– set crookedly on top of a pair of pants and the flat surface of the wood top. She brought the glass to her lips and drank a smaller sip this time– but already I could see in her eye that she was drunk. Drunk but not sloppy– she was transformed, but not belligerent.Suddenly her eyes opened wide– remembering something.”Oh!” She said, and set her glass down too. “I know what I wanted to do. Stay here– okay?””Alright,” I said– confused, watching her. She rushed past me– another waft of her scent blowing past me in her wake as she did. She unlocked her bedroom door and flipped on a light in the bathroom in the narrow hallway beyond. I looked around the room. The bed. The bed was a king– plenty of room to move around. It was then I noticed that hanging from the headboard spokes, but folded back to d**** down along the top of the bed against the wall, were two fluffy pink handcuffs. It seemed she liked to be restrained… My cock pulsed in my pants longingly. I had never really done that sort of thing before, but wasn’t against it. I could do that, I thought to myself.It had been so long. And in a misguided attempt to try and curb my sex-focused ways, I had even attempted to refrain from masturbating as much as I could. As a result, I knew I was going to be driven to my heightened, maddened state fairly quickly. That’ll be fine, I thought to myself. She can handle it– she seems like she’s been around the block a few times. If it were anyone other than her, it might be a problem. But I’ll bet she can take more of me quicker than anyone else I’ve been with has been able to. Then, looking at the dildos on the side of her bed, realized that she might be adequately stretched to take me with ease. They were humongous– but still not quite as large as I am.Maybe fucking her will feel like what it feels like for normal sized guys… I mused to myself. Every girl I’d ever been with had always been so tight– and had needed so much ‘prep’ before they could take me. I might be inside Carrie in record time.Suddenly Carrie returned– closing (and locking) the door behind her again. In her hand was a tape measure. She walked up to me, shifting her weight to one foot and looking me in the eye, her dark red hair spilling out down the sides of her face and across her bare shoulders seductively.”I thought maybe we should get an absolutely accurate measurement…””Okay,” I said, “But I can save you the trouble and tell you I’m 6’1″.”Carrie’s only answer to this was to give me a look that seemed to say– har-har, dumbass, but the seductive grin on her face remained.”Oh, you meant–” I said, keeping the bad joke going.”Uh huh, right… I like that you’re taller than me, because half the time I’m taller than all the guys that I’m with– but right now I’m more concerned about length and width, Kevin– and for a very specific part of you…””Well let me just tell you right now to keep that tape measure out because there’s going to be one measurement now and a different, larger measurement in a little bit…”Carrie bit the tape measure– the loose plastic kind that tailors use– between her teeth and grabbed me by the front of my pants, pulling me toward her. “I’ll fucking measure you on the hour, every hour like it’s my full time job if it means I get to work with this cock.” Though, as she said this– her words were muffled on the tape measure in her teeth– and sounded more like I’rr hruckin’ messur yer on hre hour, erry hour, rike irrs mer furr hym jrb irf irt mearns err gert to worch wir ris corch.Carrie’s hands were deft, urgent, but well practiced and strong. I had been in this position before– in fact, preferred it. I loved watching girls’ reactions to the first time they pulled me out and saw what they were in for. Usually, however, this event unfolded with a little trepidation on their part– and there was some hesitation along with a sense of them slowly and methodically revealing me to themselves, growing more and more stunned as I’m exposed before them inch by inch. Carrie, however, unbuttoned and unzipped me before her as though it were Christmas morning. The look in her eye was something similar to, what did you get me? What did you get me?I was laid out bare before her, my pants and boxers still in her grip around my thighs. I was ‘chubby’, but not fully hard or erect. Still, my veins running along the length of my cock, just under the skin, were thick and pronounced. I bobbed slightly in the air between us.”Holy fuck. It’s true…” she said, matter of factly. Then, “Holy shit… ” as though it was still dawning on her, even as she stood staring at it, the tape measure dropping out of her mouth as she said it.She took me in her hands– her strong, long fingered hands– and jerked me firmly. It was hard for me to tell if she was just that comfortable with my large cock from all her experience, or if I had just gotten used to girls who I had to coach on what to do with me and how to do it from my past two relationships with Kate and Ash. Carrie, by comparison, was like a hand-job masseuse, and it wasn’t long before her efforts were showing results. She watched her own hands glide up and down me. She switched to different grips easily and deliberately– pumping me at first with two fists, one positioned closer to the head, massaging the top half of my cock, while the other took the base, massaging me from my balls to the halfway point where here fists met– or by cupping both her hands together around me and sliding up and down the entire length and strong but loving pulls, drawing blood toward the head of my cock firmly, before returning her hands back to the base and pulling more blood toward the tip– toward her.”Dear god Kevin… I’m not gonna lie. I’ve seen a lot of dicks in my day. But you– you are really, really something special because oh my god…”I was firming up in her hands. I could see her biceps flexing as she pulled on me, jerking me with skill. As though it were the most natural thing in the world, she opened her mouth and a long drop of spit fell from her lips to my cock– a perfect bullseye– which she then integrated into her jerking motion, lubricating her work.She looked up at me, smiling. “You like me, don’t you? I can tell.”I groaned. “You certainly don’t seem too intimidated…”Her left hand reached down to my testicles– she began to knead them, gently but firmly enough to make them respond instantly to her touch. She leaned into me– her large tits flattening against my chest.She pulled her hands all the way up to the head of my cock and squeezed. I felt the wetness of my own precum spill into the palm of her hand as she held me.”Other girls were actually able to take you like this?””Through a lot of effort, yeah. Sometimes. And with a lot of prep work. I usually had to go down on them first just to even get things started. I’ve gotten pretty good at that, by now.””Mmm. I’m sure. Well– I think you’re really going to like me.””Oh yeah?”She squeezed me tighter.”Uh. Yeah. You’re going to be a challenge, for sure– but…” She slid her hand back up to the base of me, squeezing me there, and then pulling toward the head again– hard. It was working. I was getting rock hard quickly. “I might be a little bit more prepared for you than most other girls…”I reached out and took the front of her pants in my hands– starting to unbutton and unzip her so that we could begin. She reared her hips away from me, chuckling.”Ah-ah-ah. Not just yet. What’s the rush? I don’t work tomorrow…””Yeah? Me neither.””That’s convenient. Because even if you did I don’t think you’d be able to show up. Anyway– where’s that tape measure… Ah!”Carrie knelt down in front of me, making a point to position herself right in front of my cock but just barely keeping her face from actually touching it. She also seemed to be aware that from this perspective, I was able to see her ample cleavage. Her tits were still contained in her bra and tank top, but from my view– they looked gorgeous. Carrie was easily going to be the largest busted women I had ever fucked up until that point, larger than Jessica had been, or Jenny, or even bigger than Holly was– way back when. And for as fit as Carrie was, her breast size was even more remarkable. I wondered briefly if they were fake– and if I would be disappointed if they were– but shook the idea out of my mind. It didn’t matter. Whether they were or not wouldn’t effect the outcome of what Carrie and I were going to do.Carrie grabbed the measuring tape, which had become uncoiled on the fall, and stretched it out between both her hands. My cock was now pointing straight out and up. She placed her elbow flat against the base of my cock and measured me against the length of her arm. I stretched from her elbow past her wrist– reaching closer to her pinky’s knuckle on her right hand. She shook her head, smiling, and repeated, “Dear god… Okay. Let’s see what we see… you’re fully hard, right?””Actually, yeah– it feels like it. Usually it takes a bit longer, but…””…But you are really, really looking forward to fucking me, aren’t you?” she said– grinning. Without waiting for an answer, she took the tape measure and lifted the end to the very base of my cock, pressing it flush against my tight abdomen. Her finger rubbed against the light stubble there that had grown since I wasn’t planning to maintain myself for any sexual activity for a while. Next, she stretched the tape down the length of me, right toward my circumcised tip. It was like measuring a diving board– I wobbled stiffly as she pulled it across toward the head.”Not twelve. f******n inches… and a little more. Ho. Lee. Fuck.”Even I was surprised to hear that, but she looked up at me and pointed to the number on the measure. “You’ve gotta take a picture of me!” She said enthusiastically.”Here,” I said– reaching down and getting my phone out of my pocket. I activated the screen and went to my camera– and zoomed out. There she was on my screen, kneeling before me, her face right next to the tip of my cock, smiling in shock and giddiness. I snapped a picture. “Got it. You look fucking great…”She winked at me. “Thanks. By the way… the biggest I’ve ever had…” she took the tape measure, still pressed against me, and measured whoever was her previous record against me. She indicated the nine and a half inch mark.”Nine and a half?” I asked.”That means that you are an entire average sized penis larger than the largest cock I’ve ever had. Oh. My. God! Okay– now around…” She took the tape measure and wrapped it around the thickest part of me– right in the middle. She pulled it so that it rested snugly around me and indicated the number that appeared there.”Okay. You’re as big around as the biggest guy I’ve ever been with is long. What the fuck world am I in right now?””Having second thoughts?””NO!” She blurted. “You’re the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me! Really, Kevin– I don’t think you understand how fucking good you’re going to have it now… It’s hard to believe you could’ve had anything decent with any girl before me…””You sound pretty sure of yourself.”She just smiled wickedly at me. “You’ll see just how sure I am. Another picture.”I focused my camera phone on her again– indicating where the tape measure read “9 1/2″, and snapped a photo.”You’ve got way too much clothing on in these pictures,” I remarked.”Mmm. Send them to me.” She told me her number and I sent them off. Meanwhile she got her own phone out and snapped a few more pictures of my cock up close. I really was beginning to feel as though I was on display. It was a peculiar feeling, but kind of hot in it’s own way.”Okay,” Carrie finally said. “Get undressed.” She was commanding and assertive– and I felt compelled to comply, but noticed that she was not stripping herself.”Aren’t you going to…?” I started– but she interrupted.”Good things come to those who wait,” she said in reply, an odd foreboding in her voice as she said it.I stripped completely naked before her, feeling glad and confident that I had really taken the opportunity to hit the gym hard in my current stretch of unemployment– and my efforts were very apparent. I was close to matching– or possibly was matching– my absolute top physical condition I’d ever been in my life. Without a woman or a job in my life, I occupied much of my free time in every aspect of my condition– and my arms, chest, abs, and back were as optimal as they had ever been. Only my legs weren’t quite as defined as they might’ve been five or six years earlier. Still, as I looked to Carrie who feasted her eyes on me, I felt very proud in the work I had put into my physique. And yet– I felt strangely vulnerable. She was truly eye-fucking every square inch of my body– and more than ever before I suddenly felt like a piece of meat for someone else’s enjoyment.Carrie was speechless, but she took a few steps back away from me and began to snap some more pictures on her phone of me.”Oh god…” she said– her voice a raspy whisper, absolutely dripping with lust and anticipation. “Oh fuck…” she said again, seeming to notice and admire something else about my body. “Oh god Kevin. Oh fuck this is going to be so good… Turn around.”I turned around. “Oh god… Fuck, this is just unbelievable. You’re fucking perfect!”I laughed uncomfortably. “Thanks,”She walked up behind me and I felt her hand– small but with long, strong fingers– caress my back, sliding down to my waist and then my ass. She slapped me hard. “Turn back around,” she demanded, and I turned.Carrie continued to run her hand across my body. Her hand rippled across my abs– the coveted 8 pack I was after had just started to take shape only a week before. I flexed my body absent mindedly wherever her hand went– across my abs, up my ribs, across my pecs, up to my shoulders and down my sculpted arms. Her voice hummed in pleasure as she caressed me. I wanted to reach out and touch her– but somehow I felt as though she would pull away and scold me, so I endured her touch across my body, her eyes scrutinizing every inch of me. Meanwhile, blood was pumping into my cock hard– it bobbed in the air between us, begging for attention.”Oh Kevin,” she cooed. There was something like pity in her voice. “Oh Kevin I’m so sorry…” she straddled my cock between her legs– in order to do so, she had to lift her one leg up high and over me as though she were mounting a horse. A horse, or… a unicorn, to use her metaphor.”Why’s that?” I asked, curious and concerned– but meaning to keep the question light sounding.”Just because of what you told me earlier. About your addiction to sex.””What do you mean? I mean– why are you apologizing about that?”The fabric of her jeans rubbing against my cock on either side was maddening. The chafing, the warmth, the sensation of being so close to her but separated by the heavy fabric where all I wanted to feel was flesh. The heat of her crotch pressed firmly against me was unbelievable, though. My cock stretched out underneath her cunt and ass and stood erect out the back of her. At her height, she only had to stand on the ball of her feet in order to tuck me between her legs. Her one hand reached behind her and grabbed the knob of my cock like it was a manual stick shift in a truck and rubbed the tip of me sensually. I oozed between her fingers. She pressed her chest against me– I felt her large tits buoyantly flatten against my bare chest and again I was confounded by the irritating feeling of fabric, clothing that separated us from truly touching. Her face was just slightly turned up to mine– so close I could kiss her, and yet it felt as though I wasn’t allowed, somehow. Being this close without actually starting was unbelievably maddening. It was torture.”It’s just that– I know how you feel. I’ve also had destructive relationships in my life that were pretty much completely sexual. And even though they were bad for me, I also kept falling into them. Over and over again…””Oh?” It was all I could manage to say. Knots of twisting, agonizing lust were corkscrewing through my groin and stomach as she rubbed the head of my cock in her hand– twisting it gently as though it were a doorknob; my precum like glue between her fingers. She was rocking her hips back and forth gently, ‘humping’ my cock between her straddled legs. The friction of her jeans was equal parts pleasureful and cringe inducing.”Yeah. What did you say you felt like? An a****l?””Yeah…”She bit her lip, her green eyes drinking my wanting gaze. “I’ve felt like an a****l too, at times. I know you said you’ve been trying to escape that cycle for a while now, haven’t you?”I gulped. “Yes…””Yeah…” again, piteous– as though she felt sorry for me. “I know. It’s tough. And I’m really sorry, because if that’s true then I was probably the fucking worst possible girl you could’ve met tonight, because I really… really want you to be an a****l, Kevin.””Oh?””Yeah. And I’m going to make you one. I’m real sorry, but you’re just– the most incredible fuck toy I’ve ever seen. I mean, my god Kevin– your cock feels like a steel pole between my legs right now– and you’re sticking a mile out behind me. I mean– I have to fuck you.”My vision was shaking– it felt as though my eyes were vibrating in my skull. With her every word, I was being driven more and more insane with lust and need.”And it would be such a shame if it wasn’t as perfect as you are. This is probably going to be totally fucking awful for you but you’ll thank me later, alright? Tell me you’re going to do exactly what I say.””What?””Tell me. You’ll do. Exactly. What I say.”Her hand was twisting around the head of my cock like a chalk at the end of a pool cue. The head of my dick was now totally glazed with my own pre-cum– her hand was sliding around my head as though I was covered in hot wax.”I’ll do it. Anything you say. Please, I just have to have you.””I know, baby…” more pity. “You will.”7.”Lay down on the bed. On your back.”I did, immediately, without hesitation. I needed to cum inside of her– on her– too much to waste any time hesitating, asking questions, or arguing. I remembered the handcuffs. I thought that she would want me to use them on her. Would she be using them on me instead?”Gooood,” she urged me– talking to me like a pet. “Good boy. Just remember– the better you mind me, the happier the both of us will be, okay?”I nodded.”Okay?!” She repeated, more angrily.”Okay!” I said.”Okay what?””Okay– Carrie?””Okay. Don’t piss me off, Kevin– I can make your life fucking miserable. Or I can fuck you better than you could’ve ever dreamed before meeting me. You decide, okay?””Yes, Carrie.””Good. Don’t move. If I come back and you’ve moved I swear to god you’re going to fucking regret it.””No, Carrie.”I heard her door unlock and then she was gone from the room.A part of me wanted to look around– but given the instructions and the severity of her tone, I didn’t dare risk it. Also– in a way, it was kind of sexy. I had never really been bossed around by a girl who wasn’t so intimidated by my size before, so it was new and exciting. Still– another part of me couldn’t ignore the fact that I didn’t really know this woman very well. I didn’t even know her last name. Or anything about her really except that she was a bartender downtown and knew Jenny. I wondered too if she was ‘clean’– or if she was on the pill. I doubted she had any condoms that could fit me. Could that be what she was going to get?Seconds passed to moments– moments turned into minutes. I became uneasy– and still, my cock stretched out daring to touch the ceiling above me. It was so bright– the overhead lamp had only two settings: on and off– and my nudity in a strange place made me feel incredibly exposed. My head swam with the spins of drunkenness, tequila and whisky on my breath. The desire to grab my cock and jerk it, simply just to abate its need to be touched, was overwhelming– but somehow I felt as though I was being watched, and that if I broke Carrie’s command, things would indeed get much worse. So I remained still.Minutes seem to pass and I felt as though I was about to lose my patience when Carrie did finally return. The door closed with a little metallic locking sound, and she approached the bed– tipping the bottle of tequila back against her lips with one hand, drinking mightily, and in her other hand she held a boxed roll of plastic cellophane wrap.”God you look fucking incredible,” she said– beginning to sound a little drunk. Small wonder, as she’s already thrown back the equivalent of about five stiff drinks in less than half an hour. “I can’t believe this is happening. Look at what you’ve done to me–” she gestured to the crotch of her jeans– a small but noticeable wet stain was visible there. “That’s how fucking wet I am right now. Of course, I’m not wearing any underwear, but still…””Carrie– I need to fuck you.””Oh I know, baby. And I want you to. And you will– but you are so fucking special and I need a real fuck so bad I can’t risk you finishing before I’ve really been given a proper fuck.””Trust me. That’s never been a problem for me. I mean, Jenny even said–“”Don’t– argue with me. That is, like, my number one pet peeve is fucking arguing…” She lifted her one leg up and climbed on top of me, straddling me, my cock shooting up behind her ass like a rocket ready for lift off. “Please? I’m only going to ask you nicely once.””O– okay…””I need you to take these…” she dropped the box of plastic wrap on the bed next to us and pressed the palm of her hand against my mouth. I felt something in her hand press against my lips– tablets? Pills? I resisted instinctively, closing my mouth and mumbling in protest. “Hey! What did I just fucking say to you?” Her tone was instantly threatening. At first, I thought it was all part of the act– but as she continued I began to think that she was sincerely enraged. She grabbed my face– my cheeks and squeezed, leaning her face close against mine ominously. “What the fuck did I just say to you?! You do not fucking argue with me, understand? You don’t get it. I fucking own you now. You belong to me. This–” reaching behind her and grabbing my cock viciously, pulling on it hard– “this is mine now, and this doesn’t get to fucking cum until I say so and the only way I say so is if you learn your fucking place and obey. Now open.””What is it?”The bottle of tequila she was holding in her right hand dropped and tipped– it began to spill liquor out onto the bed and against my head and shoulders. The hand that was holding the bottle a moment ago suddenly slapped my face hard– a hot burn radiated across the left side of my face until I felt her cold hand throttle me around my throat. I gagged in shock.”What did you say?”A part of me almost smacked her back and threw her off– but something stopped me. It was something I had said– something she had said– about being an a****l. As awful and infuriating as this was, there was also something strangely attractive about it to me. I never thought I would’ve been interested in this kind of treatment, but there was something about Carrie– something about how completely fucking insane she apparently was– that made my cock throb achingly in her rough grip and need to be treated this way. I wanted to see where it would end. This was totally new and exciting to me– and I was probably going to regret it, but I relented. I opened my mouth, ready to take whatever she was trying to give me.”There. Why didn’t you just fucking listen to me from the start? You really are a fucking a****l. Now swallow.”They were pills. Maybe four of them fell into my mouth. I swallowed– but they stuck in the back of my throat. Then the neck of the bottle of tequila was forced between my lips and hot burning liquid poured down my throat. She tipped the bottle straight up– the liquor was hitting me in the stomach, and I felt as though I was going to vomit. I wretched. She pulled the bottle away and clamped one hand over my mouth and another squeezed my nostrils shut. She seemed to press down on my face with all her weight– my back of my head cramming down into the mattress below my tequila-soaked hair.”Swallow!” she commanded– and finally, somehow, I managed to do so without puking. I felt dizzy and lightheaded– but my cock felt stiff as a board, despite all the alcohol. That had never been a huge problem anyway, but it had been a long time since I felt this drunk.”That was Viagra. Four pills. They belonged to my last boyfriend.””Wh– what? Viagra? Does it look like I need Viagra? And four?! Isn’t that dangerous?”She reared her hand back behind her head to really slap me hard, so I threw my arms up to guard my face. No slap came. I peeked out from around my arm– she was staring at me coldly. Then her hand dropped and she laughed. “Doesn’t matter now anyway, does it? There’s just one more thing…”Carrie picked up the tequila and set it down beside the bed. She then grabbed the roll of plastic wrap spooled in the cardboard box on the bed beside us. She pulled a huge arms length of plastic wrap out– and I sincerely began to grow concerned. What the fuck was this lady doing? Was she going to suffocate me?She studied the clear plastic sheet and then began to pull it into a thin plastic string in her clinched fist. She tore the sheet off from the rest of the spool and then rolled the sheet between her palms, and pulled it into a rope. Suddenly, she had a plastic length of string. Looking it over, she discarded it, saying, “Too thick.”Again, Carrie pulled another length of plastic from the spool and tore it away, significantly shorter than before. Again, she pulled on the plastic, forming a string. She seemed to like this result a little better this time. Carrie looked down at me and grinned.”Baby, I am so sorry for everything I’m putting you through,” she cooed again, gently, sympathetically. “I know this is going to be just fucking awful for you– but it’s going to be a dream come true for me. And if you’re good, I promise you that I’ll take care of you. And by ‘good’ I mean you have to fuck me nice and hard, baby. Okay?””O– okay, Carrie– but what are you going to…?””Let me show you!” With that, she spun around on top of me so that I was facing her ass, which looked incredible still held inside her faded blue jeans, even though the rhinestone wings on the back of her black tank top now looked less like angel wings and like demon wings. She leaned forward, sliding her ass up my torso toward me, putting her face so close to the base of my dick that I felt her exhaling nostrils blowing air against it. Then I felt the plastic cord she had made wrap around me once– twice– then she pulled it tight, squeezing around the base of my dick as tight as though she were tying a stubborn shoelace. I winced and spasmed in shock and pain.She giggled evilly. “Sorry! Sorry– that’s way too tight…” I felt the plastic cord loosen slightly– but not nearly enough for comfort. “Good! I think that’ll do–” then, I felt her hands tie a knot– then the pressure as she pulled the knot tight.”What the fuck are you doing?!” I bellowed. She threw her merlot hair across her shoulder and looked back at me– her face partially eclipsed by her shoulder bearing the vine tattoo.”I’m sorry babe, but you are just way too fucking big. I don’t have a cock ring that would even come close to fitting you, so I had to improvise. I hope you’re not mad.””Wha– why?! You just gave me four fucking Viagras!”She bit her lip and lifted herself up onto her knees– her ass climbing up into the bright room air in front of me. She giggled seductively. “I just want you to give me your best, baby– that’s all.”I began to sit up. This was too much– I had to get out of here and somehow get this plastic wrap off of me. Surprisingly, Carrie jumped off of me before I had no other choice than to throw her off. She watched me as I stood up from the bed and wandered drunkenly into the middle of the room, searching for my clothes.”Where– where the fuck are my clothes?”I could see Carrie out of the corner of my eye, standing back by the bed, beginning to strip. She pulled the black tank top up over her body and off of her head– her hair spilled out from the neck of the shirt back across her bare white shoulders in long flowing streams. Her black bra cupped her large, fleshy tits into squeezed mounds of tender globes on her chest. I was distracted from my search for my clothes in order to gaze at her body. She might’ve been middle aged– maybe past middle aged– but her body was exquisite. I’d never seen anyone with such large breasts and such a narrow waist. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants– pulling them down. Sure enough, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. No bush, but stubbly– and I even thought I could see that it appeared slightly damp from the evening’s activities and the tight confines of her pants. Carrie looked up to see if I was watching– and smiled to see that I was. She reached behind her, and unhooked her black bra– pulling her arms out from it, her huge breasts were unleashed– sagging slightly, but if they still had this shape in her late 40s, I couldn’t imagine how incredible they would’ve looked 20 years ago.”Looking for something?” She asked, seductively– her threatening, angry tone totally gone. Now, she was welcoming, sweet, and gentle.”Please,” I said– unable to take my eyes off of her as she walked toward me, totally nude. The vine tattoo that ran up her right middle finger, around her wrist, curled up her arm and to her shoulder, disappeared behind her back, then reappeared at her hip– weaving across her belly and around like a belt– before reappearing again around her left thigh, down her leg and ending at her big toe. The vine seemed appropriate– coiled about her as the plastic cord was strangled about my cock. Already I could feel my dick aching and throbbing– blood pumping hard through me, making me harder than I had ever been. Or was it the four Viagra that had been forced down my throat? Likely both. My rock-hard dick, tied up as though stuck in a spider’s web– combined with the already intense need to fuck the sexy milf seductress before me– made her nearly impossible to deny. “Please,” I repeated– “You can’t be serious about this…”Without a word, she straddled my cock again and stood against me– her incredible chest against my sculpted one. The warmth and ‘squishiness’ of her tits was intoxicating. Her thighs burned against the cold flesh of my dick succulently. Her arms wrapped around my neck and at last she sucked my tongue into her mouth and kissed me passionately. Without being aware of it at first, I began bucking my cock back and forth between her thighs– an orgasm already abruptly mounting within my balls, choked off from my cock at the base of me. She encouraged this motion by gently swaying her hips against me, all while she sucked on my tongue hungrily– enticingly– before releasing me from the remarkable grip of her suctioning mouth and looked me in the eye.”I will, baby. You just have to fuck me first… C’mon.” She took me by the hand and walked me back to her bed. As she turned, I saw the vine tattoo around the back of her shoulders, and coiled around her waist– where it ‘bloomed’ into a multi-petaled flower at the small of her back, above her gorgeous upside-down heart shaped ass. Her dark red hair– sprinkled with silver strands of her natural color– spilled down her back like a river of dark blood against white marble. I had to cum inside of her. If I just fucked her real good, she’d take the plastic cord off of me and let me release into her. I’d fuck her hard, and fast, make her cum as quickly as possible– and then she’d let me finish. That was fair. And then she’d know how good I was at making her cum quickly– how excellent I was at fucking good and hard– and then she’d realize she didn’t need to go through all of this to make sure she was brought to climax. Maybe other guys she’d been with left her high and dry– but I wouldn’t. How would she know? She barely knew me, after all.Except– she was already shown that everything Jenny said about me was true. And if Jenny told her how good I was in bed, then what reason would she have had to doubt what I could do for her? Maybe this wasn’t about making sure she climaxed after all– maybe this was just her idea at foreplay…She turned to look at me again– and I was arrested by the aging beauty who was going to take me. She climbed backward onto the bed on her knees, facing me, leading me by the hand to climb into bed with her. Onto her. Still feeling the effects of the tequila, my eyes wavered from her green emerald gaze to her large, heavy breasts swinging and jiggling, and back to her face. Carrie slowly began to lean back to lay herself down across the width of the bed. Lifting her legs up, she coiled them around me, and gently slid me toward her– as one hand reached down and touched my bulging, red, incredibly sensitive strangled cock. It sent shocks of pain and pleasure through me just at the touch of her fingertips. The head felt engorged as she aimed me toward her cunt.”Oh baby– oh god I want you to fuck me so hard with your huge fucking cock…”My head swimming, the slow procession toward her bed, my cock burning like a torch, her hand guiding me against the opening of her cunt– it all seemed to unfold like a waking dream. Her legs flexed around my waist and suddenly I was entering her. The feeling was unbelievable– as usually I was accustomed to such an incredible amount of effort, resistance, and pressure. There was some tightness, pushing into her was as simple as allowing my body’s weight to press my dick down into her. I looked at her face and saw her watching my cock as I entered her– her eyebrows furrowed, her large tits splayed out flat on her chest, heaving up and down as she breathed deeply. The deeper I went, the farther open her jaw dropped– and the tighter it became. At about halfway, she looked at me, eyebrows still furrowed– and then quickly back down. Her cunt was deep, and soaking wet. She began to gasp– in short, sharp bursts, then– “More… more baby… I want you all the way in me…”My dick was like iron inside of her. The fleshy, flexible walls of her cunt spreading easily for me. She must’ve really had her fair share of big dicks in her day to be able to take me somewhat normally. As my dick was approaching its complete insertion into her, a shudder ran through our bodies. I wasn’t sure if she shivered first, or if it was me– but together both of us shook suddenly and quickly, goosebumps running across our bodies. It was electric– a literal feeling of being ‘plugged in’. The overripe head of my cock bumped against the floor of her pelvis, and another more painful shock erupted inside of me– one that I felt within the deepest core of my loins.”Oh fuck–” I groaned… half in discomfort, half in incredulous awe at her cunt. It was like her womb was fucking built to accommodate me completely. I felt enwrapped, encased, entombed within her– comfortably, except for the knot tied tightly around the base of my suffocated cock.”Oh yes…” Carrie repeated after me– shimmying her hips below me as my balls squeezed up against the outer walls of her pussy. I was now totally inside her. “Oooooh, you are fucking incredible, baby. Do you feel that? Oh fuck I’m shaking…” Her voice was quivering as she spoke. “It feels like you’re inside my fucking stomach. Like… inside the middle of my back.”It was surreal to hear her voice this way– she was shaky and clearly excited– but most girls I’d been with were incomprehensible and incapable of articulation when I was this deep inside of them. At this point, anyone other than Carrie would be rendered inaudible– just a screaming, screeching, clenching mass of muscles and flesh holding on for dear life. Carrie, although clearly savoring the intensity of the experience, like someone sipping a delicious glass of rare and expensive wine, was still completely in control– even with me on top of her.She looked up at me. The beauty and radiance of her gaze shot another gust of shivers through me. Her legs squeezed about me, her arms wrapped around my neck. Her cunt was squeezing me canlı bahis siteleri gently from the inside– gnawing on me, eating my entire cock whole within her. And still she had a little sexy smirk on her lips. My body felt like it was melting into her. She leaned her face against the side of mine, and whispered– the exhaling breath of her words tickled my ear and neck. “How does it feel, baby? How does it feel to be inside a real woman?”I was shaking. I could feel it– my balls were churning and twisting urgently– pumping, but with nowhere for the contents to go. I would likely be cumming right now– just from this– if she would’ve allowed it. If I wasn’t tied into a knot. I’d be filling her up. My arms wrapped around her back and squeezed her against me as I nestled my cock deep, deep within her. She grunted gently, re-tightened her legs around me, and continued to whisper.”Tell me who you belong to now, baby. Tell me who owns you.””You do–” I stammered.”I do what?””You own me. I belong to you–“”Mmm-hmm. That’s right. And all of this…” as she said this, her hips dug against me, grinding my cock painfully and pleasurefully within her cunt, rocking me against the floor of her stretched, soaking wet spongy womb. “This is allll mine from now on.” She sucked air through her teeth suddenly and sharply, “Ooh… oh yeah, you are huge. It feels so good, baby… but I really– really want you to hurt me. Alright?””Yes–” I said, quivering against her with increasingly mounting pressure welling up in the center of my body.”I want you to fucking destroy my pussy. Okay?””Yes!–“”Open me up. Break me in half– I want you to fuck me as hard as you possibly can, with no holding back. Alright?”I was beginning to rock forward and backward on top of her now– rolling her body against the mattress beneath me. I was still wholly buried within her cunt, but her womb felt like a tight, wet deflated balloon wrapped around me deep inside of her, rolling and squeezing me to death inside of her. She cooed softly, pleasurefully in my ear as I did this.”Fucking wreck me baby. You’re the most amazing fucking a****l I’ve ever seen– now fuck me,” her whispers crescendoed into outright yells into my ear, making my eardrums ring. “Fuck me! Please baby fuck me now!”At this point, I was incapable of doing anything but obeying. On her command, I lifted my hips up and away from her, pulling my thick, blood-filled, rock-hard cock out of her cunt, nearly all the way to the tip, and rammed it hard back into her all in a single thrust. Once done, I felt emboldened– and began to repeat again, and again, over and over, slamming into her methodically like an oil drill. My balls, swollen and aching, were lifted out and then slammed again and again back into the wide, flat portion of her stretched muscles between her thighs, below her open cunt, slapping wetly against her leaking pussy– splashing the potent juices of her cunt that was flowing freely from deep inside her. The constant slapping of my balls against her cunt sent pangs of red hot pain up my back and through my body as my testicles screamed out to be relieved. My body, confused by my balls’ inability to climax, seemed to insist with muscle memory on continuing the action of fucking Carrie over and over again, harder and harder, in futile hope that eventually a climax would occur– and relief would come. Still, the plastic cord tied around the base of my bulging cock squeezed into my flesh, choking the eruption of cum off deep within me.Yet, my face hovering right before hers, I watched her expression– it was joyful, ecstatic– but it shifted between furrowed brows, tightly clinched eyelids, open mouthed awe at the size and power of my dick– and a broad, evil smile. As I plummeted into her, she groaned– the sound of air being forced out of her lungs as I collapsed against her– but along with her grunts came hints of giggles and laughter, followed by gentle, pleasant coos of Mmmm.I couldn’t believe it. I was slamming down into her with f******n inches– maybe even more at this point– of rock hard cock… and she was smiling. Her hands and legs were gripping and squeezing around my shoulders and waist tightly– and her pussy was gushing beneath me. Shouldn’t she be hanging on for dear life? Screaming my name? Digging her fingernails into my back and bellowing up to the ceiling for the whole neighborhood to hear?Fine, I thought to myself, readying the rhythm of my thrusts to pick up the pace. I’ll fucking show this twisted cunt whose boss…Stopping briefly to reposition myself– and Carrie– without sliding out of her, I lifted her legs up and over my shoulders.”Ooooh yes! Oh Kevin– this way is my favorite!”That done, I laid back down on top of her, ‘folding’ her in half at the waist against me– exposing her cunt to the full brunt of my force. Her tits squeezed against and between her knees, she returned her arms around my neck as I buried my fists into the mattress one either side of her, my arms rising up to the left and right of her like columns. She looked at me with her half-open bedroom eyes, shiny and green, and bit her lip in anticipation.I reared back and slammed forward into her, deep, and with all of my strength.”Ogh!” A heavy, guttural grunt was forced out of her as I pile drove into her open pussy. The bed beneath her shook. It wasn’t enough for me to fuck her deep and hard– it had to be fast. I once again was thankful for all of my recent physical conditioning and began to piston my hips back and forth into her. I found a rhythm, and soon I was beating the back of her cunt with the head of my swollen cock in quick succession. My balls were slapping hard against the exterior of her cunt– droplets of her pussy juice were flecked with each hard slap into her. I watched her face as it changed abruptly from smiling to frowning. She was gritting her teeth, her grip was tightening at the base of my neck, pulling me toward her. Her calves were flexing against my shoulders rhythmically as she crunched her core and– astoundingly– was pushing her pelvis up into me in succession with my hard and fast crushing blows down and in. She was fucking me back. To my satisfaction, however, she was now hissing hard between her teeth, and her deep, raspy moans were emanating from far back in her throat with mounting focus and lusty intent.I nearly lost my rythm for a second, in awe as I was at how fucking intense this woman was.”Oooohh ye-eess Kevin! You fuck– don’t stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop!”The buildup of pressure in my testicles at this point was unfathomable– I could’ve easily ejaculated twice by now, and each one would’ve been an especially heavy load. Instead, it felt like an overfilled dam nearly ready to rupture. Sweat was percolating and falling like rain on a windshield down my back and beginning to drip from my head down onto Carrie’s face. She tilted her chin up toward me and opened her mouth, allowing it to rain down between her lips and onto her tongue– which she stuck out flat to catch more. Her throat emanated a breathy moan in rhythm with my thrusts, inches from my face.”Oh my god…” I groaned. “Oh god!” My thrusts intensified– I leaned harder against her, my hips bucking back and forth. Not just my cock and testicles, but my back and legs began to burn and tremble with mounting strain. I could feel my face, neck and shoulders brightening red with heat and effort. It felt as though my eyes were bulging in their sockets as I stared at her face– imagining a heaping outpouring of my semen drenching her features, obscuring her beautiful eyes, strong nose, and mouth behind a thick glaze of never-ending semen. The vision intensified as I felt another climax approaching, only to have the feeling stretch out for minutes on end like a painfully sharp needle jabbed into my groin. At the total lack of any sense of relief, only my burning erection and inflamed balls remained.I threw my head back and yelled– practically screamed in frustration and agony. My hips, my entire body, lunged forward into her, throwing the full weight of me into her pussy with all of my strength.”OH GOD! YES! Oh don’t you fucking stop you piece of shit! Fuck me!””Fuck you!” I cried out, face red, sweat stinging my eyes.”Yes! Fuck me you filthy a****l!”I kicked my legs off the bed, pulling her with me so that her back remained flat on the mattress while my feet hit the floor. Kicking loose clothes out from under my feet, I grabbed her body in my arms, gripping her shoulders– and proceeded to ram myself up into her cunt like a battering ram trying to break open the doors of a castle. As I fucked her harder and harder, the bed was shaking and pounding beneath us, and sliding slowly across the room with each of my thrusts into her. I had to take steps forward every fourth or fifth thrust to stay with her. She was getting close. She was beginning to moan and scream below me. Her large, fleshy tits were counter-bouncing to our thrusts– as I’d slam into her, they’d be bouncing toward me, as I withdrew, they bounced away– in fast succession. Watching her below me was mesmerizing, but I seemed incapable of focusing on any one thing for long. Her one hand was rubbing the crest of her pussy with the tips of her fingers in between our lunging bodies, masturbating herself. A strand of her hair was stuck in the corner of her mouth. She was looking up at me, eyebrows furrowed– looking furious and angry. Her hips continued to buck up against me with my advancing thrusts, her legs, d****d over my back, pulling me against her.”Oh god! Oh god yes! Don’t stop– fuck me you big-dicked freak! Fuck me! AHH!”She threw her head back into the mattress and screamed, as though enraged. I felt her cunt spasm hard against me, her hips bucking up wildly, cumming furiously. Still, though, I found no relief– and whether she liked it or not, I insistently continued to pound her at full force while she came, as fast and as hard as I ever had. Sweat was pouring out of me now– my body seemingly trying to find some delight in the exuding of at least one kind of liquid, even as the other was dammed shut. Carrie thrashed and bucked like a possessed creature beneath me, squirming and writhing around my beating cock in a way that I had never experienced before in exactly this way– and the sensation, which would’ve felt incredible under any other circumstance, was torturous.”OHH-HH-HH FF-FF-UUU-UU-UU–UU–C–K! AA-HH!–HH!” Her screams were forced out of her in succession with my thrusts into her cumming pussy, as though she were riding a bumper car. A hot burning stab was radiating through my testicles and up the base of my spine, into my gut. As this pain and need to cum continued to magnify within me, I plunged into Carrie endlessly– her erupting cunt dousing our colliding hips and slapping abdomens with her juices as they flowed out of her, splashing out as I fucked her brutally, endlessly.”GOD DAMNIT!” I yelled– I felt as though I was seeing red. “FUCK YOU! LET ME CUM!”Her moaning and screaming was suddenly broken by her devious laughter– so loud it seemed to echo down on top of my head from the ceiling above us. Her laughter filled me with rage. And yet, all I could do– the only way I could release this rage– was by fucking her with it. Ironically, doing so only seemed to please her more.There was no position I could put herself or myself into that was comfortable or would relieve the choking sensation that was suffocating my throbbing cock from my balls. I shifted my weight this way and that, my body stupidly attempting to find something that worked– but no position provided any greater sense of relief than any other. And yet all the while her hips and pelvis seemed to use my cock to churn the inside of her womb into soft creamy butter, her whole body shaking and suddenly trembling with the ending throes of her climax.After a moment or two of trying to position myself into something that would ease my ache, her orgasm fully subsided– I suddenly felt so at my wits end, so strangled and desperate– I had only one more tactic I could try. Acceptance.”Please,” I said– softer, catching my breath. “Carrie– please. You have to let me cum inside of you… It fucking hurts.”I pulled out of her slowly– doing so felt worse, because on top of being strangled, I felt cold and exposed. Looking down at my bulging, purple cock, totally soaked in her fluids, I could see it pulse and shake with strain and blind need. Nothing else mattered– only the need to cum.She lifted herself up onto her shoulders and looked at me. She was red in the face, neck, and shoulders– she was breathing heavily, her tits rising and falling beautifully with her gasps, and either sweating profusely or completely soaking in my own sweat that had fallen onto her. Her pussy was bored open– gauged to my circumference exactly, and I could see up and into her as though she were hollow. Her pussy, thighs, and ass cheeks beneath her glistened with her own cum.”Oh baby– I know, I’m so sorry– but you gotta admit, the way you just fucked me, my god… I felt that in places I didn’t think were possible. It felt like you were in my chest. Oh and I came sooo good.”I threw my head back and groaned in agony.”Oooh I’m sorry,” she giggled again. “You probably don’t want to hear that. But I mean it, babe– that was… unbelievable. Everything Jenny said it would be. Probably more than even she would’ve imagined possible for you.””Please, Carrie– What do you need me to say so that you’ll let me cum?”She bit her lip. Her green eyes shot from my swollen cock to my eyes. “Lie down,” she instructed.I did, I laid down length wise on the bed. “Scoot…” she gently instructed, and I positioned myself according to her gesture– a little to the left. With that, I felt her warm, soft but still very well toned body slip on top of me. So light and gentle. My heart quickened. A hope rushed through me that she might take mercy on me and let me loose. It felt like I was going to erupt like I had never erupted before in my life– spontaneously, immediately upon her untying the plastic string around the base of my dick. My body began to shake.Her legs straddled my hips– I could feel her still hot, wet and dewy cunt rubbing up against my completely erect and rock hard cock standing erect behind her ass. She reached her one hand back behind her and even tucked my cock up into the crevice between her ass cheeks– the head of my cock towering up between them like a proud pole without a flag. The warmth of her pussy and ass felt searing, and my stomach flipped upside down inside of me at the sudden pleasing feeling of a gentle, warm, wet caress. Her hand withdrew, but her thighs kept me tightly nestled between her warm legs, ass, and cunt.”I know I’ve been so mean to you, Kevin– I know I have. And I know it doesn’t seem like it right now, but this is for your own good.””I wish you’d stop being so good to me, Carrie–“She smiled, sliding her hands up my chest as she lowered her body down upon mine, bringing her face right to mine. Her tits pressing warmly, deliciously against my chest. Feeling her whole body on top of me, my cock nestled between her legs, her tits flattened against me– her calm, smiling face inches from mine– smelling her hair and feeling her hands around my shoulders felt momentarily relaxing, and the pain in my groin was abated (slightly) for a moment as I savored the caress of her body.”You’ll be singing a different tune once I finally allow you to cum inside of me. It may sound hard to believe right now, but by the time tonight is over– you’ll be thanking me.”I shook my head, swallowing hard. “I’m going to cum so hard, Carrie–“As I spoke, Carrie lifted her hips up, sliding my cock between her legs, ass cheek and cunt sensually– maddeningly.”Mmmm,” she cooed against my face, mirroring slightly the look she was seeing on my face at the sudden sensation of her humping me. “Oh I know you are. You’re going to cum so good for me. And it’s all mine…”She descended her hips back down against mine– I felt the tip of my cock erupt from the tiny opening between her legs and pressed against her ass cheeks, exposed to the cool air above her flesh again. Had I not been teased and edged to this point, it would’ve simply felt ‘nice’– but in my heightened, tortured state– the sensation was unfathomable.Then I felt it. A little click around my wrist. Then again, quickly, around the other.”Wha–” I reacted by trying to shoot my arms out of the way– but it was too late. My arms were held fast. I looked up to find my wrists cuffed by the fluffy pink handcuffs that were attached to the headboard spokes above my head.More laughter. Then again– I felt her hump my throbbing cock between her legs.”Carrie. Please– please tell me you’re going to let me cum now. This–” I rattled the handcuff against the spoke of the bead upon which I was tethered. “This is fine. Just– please– you have to untie that cord from around my cock…”She shifted her weight, reached down between our bodies and grabbed my cock in both her hands– and for a moment I thought for sure she was going to release me– but then I felt the head of my cock once again plunging up into her hot, wet cunt. I watched her face slowly melt with pleasure– her eyes rolling back in her head, her lips parting, her tongue lifting up from the floor of her mouth, a throaty groan as her cunt swallowed more and more of me into her, all the way down to the base of my cock– where I remained totally choked off. My testicles were singing painfully in despair.”Oh Kevin. Oh. Please, let me keep you… Mmmmm…” Her hips were slowly fucking me– up and down, up and down… grinding against me. She was gently and tenderly making love to me, or more accurately, using me to make love to herself.Once again I began to see red. I was utterly and completely trapped. I pulled my arms as hard as I could– using all my strength– but it was no use. The headboard spokes I was chained to were too solid. All the while my cock was being savored slowly– the pain was as excruciating as the sensation was thrilling.”You fucking BITCH!” I screamed at her. She closed her eyes and smiled, continuing to pleasure herself with me as though I were a toy. “You fucking BITCH!” I angrily thrashed my hips, attempting to buck her off. She laughed, and attempted to ‘ride’ me as a cowgirl would ride a bucking bronco at a rodeo.”Get the fuck off me! Let me GO!””Shhh! Kevin– the neighbors will hear you.”I gathered a mouthful of saliva and spit at her. It didn’t even reach her– it just flew a few inches through the air and landed on my chest. Eyes on me, she leaned forward and I watched her lick my spit off of me with her tongue and swallow it.It’s hard to explain the conflicting mixture of emotions I felt then. Pain, anger, and betrayal– lust, desire– hopelessness and shame– excitement and curiosity– intense sexual attraction, and profound hatred. Hatred for Carrie, and myself. All these emotions boiled together, along with the feeling of being totally trapped and treated like meat. I felt my eyes begin to well with tears, inexplicably, even as I wanted to strangle her.”Fuck you,” I said– not yelling, but meaning it more than ever yet. “You’re fucking insane. Do you know that? You’re fucking insane. You can’t keep me here forever and when I get out of here you’re going to wish you’d have never met me because I’m going to fucking destroy your life, I swear to god.””Mmmm… But Kevin, you are destroying me. You did destroy me. My pussy is way too loose now for anybody else but you.””No way, you are fucking crazy and I don’t want anything to fucking do with you, you fucking crazy cunt.”Carrie leaned forward, and her arm disappeared underneath the side of the bed. Her expression changed from her sensual smile to cold intensity. In a flash, all of the sudden, I was staring down the barrel of a gun pointed directly at my face.”What did you say?””Wha– Wh–“I felt her hips rocking against me now, harder– she was fucking me– slowly, but firmly– no longer a gentle caress, the head of my cock was slowly getting jabbed into the back of her pussy.”Call me. A fucking crazy cunt. Again. Do it now or I’m going to fucking blow your head off.””Y– you– you’re a f-fucking crazy cunt?””Mmmmm. That’s it…” her pussy was once again sliding up and down me gently, but still with a little jab at the end. “Again.””Are you gonna sh–shoot me?””Say it!””You’re a fucking crazy cunt!”Rocking back and forth with me embedded inside of her– I could see the bullet heads in the chambers of the revolver. “Oh god– oh fuck, Kevin… I want you to remember what you said…””R– remember wh-hat?””I want you to remember calling me a crazy fucking cunt when– when I decide to let you cum. When I decide. Because you fucking belong to me. And after you’re done cumming inside of me, the biggest most fucking intense orgasm you’ve ever had in your life, no condom, no birth control, just letting it all loose inside of me– I want you to think about the crazy fucking cunt that owns you now– and I want you to think about how there’s no way you’re ever going to be able to fuck anybody but me ever again, because only I am fucking crazy enough to make you feel as good as you’re going to feel. And then I want you to ask yourself which one of us is fucking crazy.””Are– are you gonna shoot me?””No,” she said. She lowered the gun. “But before tonight’s over, you’re going to wish I did–” She shoved the barrel of the gun in my mouth and let it go– I was now holding it between my lips and teeth. “Now hold that, babe… and don’t drop it. You don’t want that falling and accidentally going off…”She smiled evilly then, and tossed her hair back, sitting upright with my cock all the way inside of her; impaling her. Her face still winced and contorted in ecstasy as it filled her to near bursting. My balls felt squeezed beneath her ass cheeks as she sat on me, rocking back and forth on top of me. “Oh god…” she cooed. “A girl could get used to this…”Carrie fucked herself silly with me for hours– and the agony building up inside of me grew and grew. With a gun in my mouth and my balls tied up, those few hours felt like months of time crawling slowly by. But the view was incredible– and even though I was trembling, and nearly brain dead from the buildup of pressure inside of me by the end, something snapped inside of my brain after a while– and unbelievably, I found myself enjoying the view.8.Carrie had taken the gun out of my mouth earlier– upon the condition I would stop screaming. Not that she minded– she just didn’t want anybody calling the cops. Somehow, I agreed to these terms– and stuck with them.I watched Carrie cum over and over, and each time she practically collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily– her hair spilling over the two of us like a curtain. Sometimes she’d kiss me passionately, thanking me just for being alive– for existing; sometimes lovingly, telling me she’d never let me go, that she was literally made for me, and I for her; sometimes she’d slap me across the face and spit on me, mock me, call me a piece of shit, a freak, or an a****l, and force me to say things by yanking on my lips or nose– or worse, on my unbelievably tender dick, that I was now becoming sincerely concerned for.And throughout it all, I fucked her back. With my arms spread out above me, I arched my back and lunged my hips hard up into her, lifting off with the heels of my feet dug into the mattress, over and over again– for hours and hours. We fucked as though her pussy was the only place in the world my cock was allowed to be– and her womb was bored wide open to me. She gushed and gushed one orgasm after another on top of me– and I was surprised at first to find that it was indeed possible for women to have a spraying orgasm. Her first orgasm on top of me began with her leaning back, propping herself up with an outstretched arm dug into the mattress between my legs, and feeling a spray of hot juice mist up my chest and into my eyes. She moaned and screamed– her legs squeezed and jerked beneath her and against me– and eventually her hand found her way to the crest of her pussy and her fingers rubbed herself furiously, prolonging the shuddering climax into a remarkable spectacle that unfolded for at least a full minute on top of me. This happened again and again as the night wore on, sometimes with her stretching backward, or sometimes with her collapsing on top of me– all the while I’d still feel the hot spray of her cum gushing and covering me– hips, balls, thighs, waist, chest, everywhere– as though she were marking me as her territory. As her property.All the while, my building orgasm continued to be strangled and throttled down. The pain was most sharp and intense at times when I faux-climaxed– but when no orgasm came, the pain would slowly fade away until seemingly everything below my hips turned numb. I was beginning to wonder if it was just going to wither up and die– my dick had been so choked off for so long, all hope seemed lost. The blue light of dawn began to creep along the edges of the blankets nailed up against the windows and grow until dim golden light radiated against them– illuminating the dust contained within those makeshift curtains. Still, Carrie never got up from our bed to turn off the overhead light which lit us from above like a shameful spotlight.The woman was really an unbelievable fuck. I couldn’t believe it, actually– how good she was, and if I wasn’t tied up and choked off, it could’ve been the single greatest fuck of my life. She could be sensual and tender, loving every single inch of me with remarkable control and grace– she could be wild and intense, fucking the life out of me, almost as hard as I was fucking her before she tricked me into the handcuffs. She was unbelievably skilled– and completely deranged. But she also must’ve been intensely sexually deprived before she met me. Carrie used me over and over, hour after hour, and sometimes her climaxes were beyond anything I would’ve thought imaginable. I kept wondering if Carrie’s daughter, or her daughter’s sleepy boyfriend outside in the living room would ever knock on the door to see what was going on, but guessed they probably both knew better by now than to dare do such a thing. Carrie fucked me and came like how a starving woman would eat, or how a woman lost in the desert would drink from a spring. She fucked me as though her life depended on it, as though doing so was actually providing her life. She had to have climaxed over a dozen times before she finally collapsed on top of me, my engorged cock still burning hot within her, where she caught her breath for minutes on end without a word– until slowly I wondered if she had at last fallen asleep on top of me.I didn’t know what to do. My mind couldn’t even think straight at this point– I was reduced to a mere quivering, pain-filled, over-stimulated, sweaty, cold pile of shredded meat (her nails and teeth had been clawing and biting into me over and over again, especially once we came to the mutual agreement of having the gun taken out of my mouth). I was just beginning to wonder if I should dare try and wake her up and ask, once again, to take off the tie– when Carrie turned her face inward toward my neck and shoulder and inhaled deeply.”Oh wow. You smell so good… Oh Kevin I’m so sorry–“Here it comes. More bad news.”Look at what I’ve done to you…” her breath escaping from her lips as she spoke tickled the skin of my neck– a needle on a proverbial haystack of endless irritating stimuli riddling through my body at this moment. “You’re right– I’m such a fucking bitch.”Sniffling. Was she crying?”I just– you actually came to my place, and walked inside– and then I got a look at how perfect you were… everything about you. And then I was drank too much too fast because I was excited– and then I just made one wrong decision after another. And now you probably fucking hate me.”More sniffling– but her voice was still clear.”You don’t fucking deserve me. You deserve– I don’t know. You deserve a girl who just spoils you. Maybe– maybe if you want to stay… maybe I can make it up to you and all I’ll do for a whole night is just take care of you. Nothing for me, all night long– until the sun comes up…”She lifted herself up and she looked me in the eye. Her hair, and the room around us, smelled like her cunt, sweat and alcohol; the air was thick with it. Her eyes were red– and yes, there were tears– but in this moment, she was so completely heart-breakingly beautiful and broken.”I’m going to let you go– alright? I guess– I guess you could leave if you really wanted to. But you have my permission to do anything you want to me. Anything. I won’t stop you… It’s the least I could do… okay?”Shaking, I nodded. And with that, Carrie opened a drawer on a table beside the bed and got out a tiny tin key. Straddling me, my face nearly pressed against her flat stomach, she reached over and unlocked each wrist from the handcuffs confining me to the headboard of her bed. I felt my arms fall loose… and I found that they ached. The joints were stiff– and the muscles burned with all the tension I had exerted attempting to break free for hours on end.She bit her lip, her eyes looking apologetically at me, even as she slid down the bed so that she could see more clearly the plastic wrap cord she had tied around my painfully erect cock.She leaned forward and gave my dick a tender, loving kiss– right underneath the head. The sensation– simple as it was– sent chills of pleasure and pain through my body. She recoiled away, cringing– as if to say Sorry! Sorry…Then, even though I was halfway expecting still some other trick– I was relieved to feel her long fingers delicately attempting to untie or loosen the cord from around me. The clumsy effort rippled through my body, every pull, tug, and pinch. I continued to shake and convulse as slowly, I felt her fingers pulling the cord away– until finally, unbelievably, I was unbound.A hundred options suddenly played out in my imagination at once. In one, I would calmly throw my feet over the edge of the bed, stand up, collect my clothes, and walk out– I’d get dressed in the kitchen, not even bothering to look and see if Carrie’s daughter or boyfriend were awake or even there– and I’d walk painfully home. Or to the hospital. Later, perhaps, to the police station. In another vision, I searched for the gun– perhaps tucked back under the mattress of this bed… and either shoot her outright in cold blooded murderous rage– or threaten her with it, pointing it at her face, strangling her, listening to her beg and cry. In another vision– I simply rolled over and fell asleep, the feeling of my erection fading as I descended into an utterly black and dreamless slumber.And then– suddenly– without knowing exactly how I got there, I was on my knees behind her, on the bed. Carrie was beautifully stretched out in front of me, on her elbows and knees. I was staring at the vine tattoo that curled around her arm, shoulders, and back… blooming into a beautiful flower right at the small of her back above her ass. I could barely feel anything– my cock was totally numb, but dimly I perceived a wetness– as though I were fucking a deep wet well– as I pounded hard deep down into her cunt, which by now had been stretched out to now perfectly accommodate me and only me. Carrie was looking back at me– her hair thrown over her other shoulder– looking back into my eyes as she trusted herself back against me as I fucked her from behind. Surely I was supposed to be feeling something? Hardly any. But she was moaning my name, bellowing loudly, yes, yes! My entire body seemed to throb and ache and sweat. Then– something. A tingle deep within my testicles. Was I going to cum? Finally, after who knew how long– how many agonizing hours, I was finally going to cum. Inside of her. How long had we been fucking? It was hard to tell– it felt like only a moment ago she had released me, and now I was plunging in and out of her from behind, and seemingly had been for some time. Why had it even taken this long to cum? Why hadn’t I just cum instantly when she untied my cock?The sensation within me was building. My hair was standing on end. My eyesight felt magnified. My hearing amplified. My muscles tensed– my voice bellowed out, unrecognizable to me– as my hips bucked forward, her ass cheeks pounding against my abs as I crushed my dick down into her amazing cunt that had used me and tortured me for so long. I was glad that I had decided to fuck her, and not shoot her– though I wasn’t totally sure why I hadn’t when I was first set free. No matter. Now it was worth it. Now, finally, I would cum.The orgasm seemed to build and build– it seemed to build eternally– but without arriving.Sweat once again began to pour down me coldly. ‘What?’ was all my mind could think of to ask itself– in big white letters on a black screen– ‘WHAT?! Why wasn’t I able to cum?! Was I still tied up? Was I still choked off? Was she squeezing my balls, and I just wasn’t noticing because every nerve in my body was over-stimulated and numb?’I withdrew from her completely, all at once and suddenly. She wheeled around and opened her mouth agape, automatically, guessing that I wanted to finish in her mouth, all without me even needing to speak a word or command. But that wasn’t why I had withdrawn. I withdrew to look at myself– to see– was I still tied?My dick was painfully erect, my balls swollen and tight. But no string. No tie. Nothing–Seeming to notice what I was looking for, Carrie’s hands entered my field of vision and grabbed me gently.”What’s wrong?” She asked, her voice soothing.”I– I can’t… I need to cum but I can’t. I can’t do it! I–“”Shhhh…” her voice was so soft and gentle. “It’s alright, baby, it’s okay– I know.””Wha– how… How am I going to–“”Shhhh,” she hushed again, laying herself back down onto the bed, pulling me on top of her. The motion was exactly as it was last night, when this whole thing started– her lying across the width of the bed, pulling me on top of her and into her. My dick slipped into her warm cunt nearly without effort– like it belonged there. “You want me to give you permission?””Wha– No… I–“She wrapped her arms around my waist and pushed me into her– it felt like a key inserting a lock. We both let out a gentle ugh as our loins met. Her muscular, smooth legs wrapped around me– my huge dick once more boring into her. Her fingertips ran up and down the sides of my torso to my waist, sending chills through me.”Cum inside of me, baby. Give it to me. Give me all of it…” As she spoke, she rolled her hips against mine, her pussy was gently nursing my cock within her.I jabbed into her– her pussy emanating a squishy schlop-ing sound as I fucked her. Her face winced, and she bit her bottom lip, but she endured it, grabbing onto the bed with one hand, and her other right hand cupping my ass cheek and squeezing as I thrusted into her.”Fuck me, Kevin. Fill my pussy up with your cum. I bet you have so much cum to give me, don’t you?”Like a spell, or lines in a play, I answered, “Yes.””Oh god I wish I could see you filling me up, baby. Ahh!…oh god please, please cum inside of me. I need it in me… My pussy needs your cum, Kevin! All of it!”I was pumping in and out of her faster now, but not as frantically as I had been when I was still tied up. My thrusts were deliberate, and spanned the full length of my cock, in and out.”Oh yes,” I grunted.”Oh yes! Kevin– please I need it! Fuck me, baby– cum inside me!”Schlop!Schlop!Schlop!Schlop!Schlop!Schlop!Schlop!–“Oh!” I grunted– feeling it…”Yes! Kevin please! Oh fuck I’m cumming too…””I– I can’t! It feels– it feels like too much– it won’t come out!””Fuck! I need it! Please!””It won’t!”Carrie bent forward and suddenly I felt an abrupt, dull pressure enter me from behind– from my anus. A finger– Carrie’s finger. Her finger poked quickly and deftly into my asshole and I felt it depress against my prostate.”CUM INSIDE ME!” She screamed, holding onto me, while her other finger dug into my asshole.I let out a sharp exhale, and suddenly the pressure in my balls– and in the base of my spine– seemed to fade away. A stream was loosed– and was pouring out of me like a tap. It didn’t even feel like an orgasm at all, in fact– it was still numb, but warm– and wet. As though the sensation was taking away all of the pain and pressure that had been built up in my body, and as it drained out of me, leaving the numb void in its place. I was completely still, my body firmly pressed against Carrie– but soon after the feeling began, I felt hot liquid pouring out of her cunt and flowing onto the mattress beneath her.”OH!” She screamed harsh– she was also as completely still, except when her body would intermittently spasm or shake with the ferocity of her own climax. “Oh!”After a moment– a minute– an eternity– a feeling close to what I would’ve normally called an orgasm began to set in, but slowly and more intense than any orgasm I’d ever experienced before. The numbness which replaced the pain and pressure gave way to a feeling that seemed to come from my stomach– a dizzying, twisting, pulsing, jutting, shooting… release. Again and again. Carrie threw her head back and stared up at me– my open mouth breathlessly hovering centimeters from hers. The same look of complete shock and awe was in her eye, this never-ending gaze and our ceaselessly climaxing bodies had become our only form of communication in this moment. My testicles and dick continued to empty into her, pouring out a deluge of cum.I felt dizzy– I felt as though I were shrinking, and collapsing into the carpet– the room was spinning, but I felt secure in her body’s gripping embrace. I too clung to her desperately, every muscle clamping around her like a vice as I pumped into her. I felt my testicles rumbling, vibrating from the explosion– my cock feeling like fire-hoses in old cartoons, with bulges of bursting liquid traveling up its length before spraying out of the tip into her in a constant stream.Melting– melting together at the hips. It was like nothing else I’d ever experienced– and all at once, I remembered what she had told me, about calling her a ‘fucking crazy cunt’, and how she wanted me to think of that the moment she allowed me to cum inside of her– Because I belonged to her now, because there was no way I would ever be able bahis firmaları to feel like this again with anybody else. I wasn’t going to be able to fuck anybody but her again– it didn’t matter how crazy she was or how much pain I went through to get here. Fucking her right now, cumming inside of her at this moment– no condom, no birth control, nothing but our flesh and our fluids joining together– was unbelievable. And it was crazy– it was insane that I would be thinking this after everything she put me through. But I belonged to her. I’d stay. As long as she could do this to me, I would stay.Carrie must’ve seen this in my eyes. Unblinking, she managed to inch her face a little closer to mine, so that our mouths could touch. When they did– they stuck together like magnets. We shared tongues, kissing like mad, while my balls emptied within her.9.”Oh Kevin…” she cooed.”Carrie,” I said– then could only repeat, “Carrie…”I pulled out of her, still rock hard– as she scooted back away from the puddle on the bed we had created. It looked as though someone had spilled a large bowl of homemade vanilla pudding– large swirls totally pure white, smaller swirls that seemed clear, or milky– and other swirls that looked off-white, slightly yellow. The puddle was thick, but still slightly runny, the width and length of my fully outstretched hand– it dripped in large drops off the side of the bed to the floor below, and ran along the surface of the mattress toward Carrie– following a trail of cum that still leaked out of her womb, tethering her to the pool that had amassed below her. Strings of cum still connected the tip of my cock to the large pool– and to her open cunt.”Look,” Carrie said– laughing, not out of humor, but disbelief. She pressed on the outside of her pussy lips, and out came a huge thick gob of cum. “Oh fuck,” she said.”That was…” I began, but even as I started to speak, I didn’t know what to compare it to. “I don’t even know…””That was not fucking, I’ll tell you that much,” Carrie said, looking at me. “I’ve been fucked before. And that wasn’t fucking. That was something different. Something new. That was better than fucking.”But my need to cum wasn’t yet satisfied. I still needed more. I didn’t know if anything more would come out of me– maybe I shot out everything I had from the hours of buildup that preceded it– but I still needed to fuck her more. She still owed me. She still had to do whatever I wanted.”Suck it up,” I said. She looked up at me.”All that?” she asked. I didn’t answer– just looked at her.”Alright,” she said, eager to give it the ol’ college try– getting up onto her knees and reaching her hands back to tie her hair into a loose knot behind her. As she lifted her arms, I watched her gorgeous, huge breasts lift as well. I wanted to fuck them, too– but I would wait. Wait until I’d watched her take every last drop.Leaning forward on the bed, she pressed her face against the pool and slurped. Her eyes looked at me– accentuating the wrinkles of her forehead as she looked up. Sluuuuuurrrrp, then her tongue rolled out and she licked it up off the surface of the mattress, lapping it like a dog. She smacked her lips.”Mmmmm, wow…” she said, then slurped again. “Wow! I mean– it’s already a little chilled, but– I usually am not a big fan of cum, but– and maybe it’s just my pheromones going crazy after that last fuck we had but, this is actually delicious…” She continued to lap it up off the bed, and then began to crawl slowly off the edge of the bed, dragging her tongue down the side of the mattress where it had dripped and fallen.I started to stroke my erection, but my dick was still too tender. Still ached too strongly– only her pussy, or maybe her mouth and throat would adequately provide the sense of relief and be able to coax me into another climax. As if reading my mind, she climbed down off of the bed, and lifted up one of her shirts off of the floor and sucked the last drops of cum off of it before once again looking up at me.”Well I am pleasantly fucking surprised– that was actually fucking delicious!” Rising up to her knees once more, she walked toward me on her kneecaps, reaching out for my cock with her hands and drawing me closer. “Fuck baby you are addictive.”With that my head was popped into her mouth, which she sucked tenderly. I let my head drop back– savoring the feeling. This was so much better than being tied up and handcuffed, but maybe made better because I had been tied up and handcuffed. “Oh god…” I said to the ceiling.Mmmm, her voice muffled against my dick, sending shivers up my spine. She took me out of her mouth– and opened wide for me to see. She had sucked up more of my cum– the slightly yellowy sort– gathered on her tongue and in each cheek– a full mouthful. She closed her mouth and swallowed gleefully, then issued a satisfying ahh sound– as though she were drinking a Pepsi. She opened wide again for me to see she swallowed it all. “That was all still a lot in there. Still warm…” She returned the head of my cock back inside her mouth, continuing to savor me lovingly. Both her hands were aiming my cock into her mouth, and massaged me gently by gripping me gently and releasing me, rather than jerking me off– which, in my sensitive state, was quite welcome.The familiar pain was welling up in my testicles again. I still had more built up inside me that I couldn’t get out on the last ejaculation, it seemed. I felt my body trembling– my stomach twisting into knots. “Oh fuck Carrie– Ooo I need to cum again…”That was all she needed to hear– excitedly, she said, “Again so soon? Oh fuck yes– Sit down, baby,” she said– directing me with both hands wrapped around my cock like it was a joy-stick controlling my body. She turned me around and pushed me back– my knees bent and I dropped to the bed in a sitting position. Carrie climbed up between my legs, smiling– biting her lip, massaging my cock in her hands, looking like an eager young girl half her age.She began to suck on my head again, twisting her mouth and tongue around my knob as though she were polishing it to a mirror shine with the inside of her mouth. The feeling made me toss my head back, eyes closed– I put my arms out behind me, propping me up, as I basked in the incredible relief combined with the mounting pressure building inside me.”Fuck me with your tits,” I said– returning my gaze to her.She released the head of my cock out of her mouth with a pop! which made me shudder. She pressed her lips against the underside of my cock and seemed to whisper to me, “Oh yeah? You want to fuck my big titties, baby?””Yes…”She scooched up closer between my legs, lifting her gorgeous tits into view, and then scooping my cock between them. I felt cushioned, blanketed in her warm soft flesh. She squeezed herself around me, nearly surrounding me.”Does that feel good, baby?””Oh yes…”She reached her gaping mouth forward and pulled the head of my cock between her lips once again, and sucked hard on me, while squeezing me between her tits and ‘thrusting’ her torso up and down against me. To intensify the vibrations, she hummed– making my entire core seem to ripple in tune with her muffled voice.I laid back on my elbows and looked down at her. My huge cock towering between us, and yet somehow she seemed to be capable of handling it and working it with ease, as though it were the most natural thing in the world to her. Her gorgeous green eyes made contact with mine, and– seeming to read my mind– purposefully began to drool heavily from her lips, sealed tightly around me, allowing thick strings of her saliva and my precum to drip heavily down my shaft and into the crevice of her tits, lubricating her heaving thrusts up and down my dick.”Oooooh fuuuuck…” I groaned. Her tongue was twisting around me skillfully, her cheeks sucked in from the pressure of her suctioning vacuum-like pull on the head of my dick. Another huge orgasm was approaching. Looking into her eyes, I could feel her beckoning me to feed her.”Oh Carrie– oh fuck! Oh don’t stop– oh I’m gonna fucking cum again…”The rubbing, the caressing– the unbelievable combination of suction and tonguing that was bathing the head of my dick so sweetly and skillfully– the wanting, needful gaze in Carrie’s sexy green eyes, the view of her bulging heaving breasts cradling me, the alternating pain and welling pleasure in my tight, swollen testicles– the warm touch of her slender but toned body between my legs– the feeling of being totally, happily serviced by such a talented and fearless woman– my balls let loose and once again I felt the dull numbness of release– as though the only part of my body feeling anything was the head of my penis as I felt it shoot gob after gob of hot jism into Carrie’s sucking maw.As soon as she felt me begin to cum, she corkscrewed her head in quick twisting motions around the head of my dick, sucking more of my cock into her mouth and drawing it up to the tip again and again, quickly, expertly. Her arms dropped from cupping her tits around me and one hand cradled my testicles, which she needed forcefully– it was slightly painful, but deeply satisfying, as she was squeezing them like overripe fruits, sending wave after wave of my cum up the shaft and into her sucking mouth, and down into her urgently swallowing throat. And finally– again, her other hand reached beneath me and I felt the crawling insertion of her finger penetrating my asshole again, and pressing against my prostate in slow, pressured rhythmic depressions– in step with my spurts. All the while she continued to hum hungrily, sending reverberating vibrations throughout my shaft and into the center of my body.The blinding numbness once again was sucked out of me, and replaced again with the normal pulsing feeling of a colossal orgasm– drawn out to last for what felt like minutes. The more I came, the more I realized how completely full of cum the hours of strangled torture I endured had stored up within me– the more I came, the more the unbelievable pressure within me continued to relieve itself into Carrie’s mouth and stomach. She was eating me alive, and as she dined, I felt as though a spell was being lifted off of me– I was beginning to feel more like myself again, my body relaxing– my muscles unknotting. Ripples of goosebumps rolled out on my skin as she sucked the life out of me, plunging her finger up into me, kneading my testicles–even squeezing them between her fingers, and gushing like mad into her swallowing esophagus. When would it end? I asked myself– Please don’t stop, never stop– another part of me begged.Yet all good things must come to an end. My eruption slowed to a crawl until the only sensation remaining was a slow and steady ooze out of the head of my cock, which Carrie greedily slurped up as soon as it escaped me. Her hand’s squeezes around my balls became harder– more urgent, as if she were trying to force more and more out of me– and more than a few times I heaved, bending at the waist and sitting up halfway, before laying back again in ecstasy. Her finger remained still within me– like a rod, a miniature version of my own massive cock leading to her lips– which somehow had managed to contain everything I expelled into her. This woman was remarkable. Her hand then removed her finger from within me, and brought it to the base of my cock. She squeezed me as hard as she could– trying to make a fist around me, and then drawing her hand up from the base of me all the way up the length of my shaft to the tip, pulling with it every drop of cum that wasn’t forced out of me. While she sucked, she drew it out of me and into her mouth, to be swallowed down the hatch. Her humming hardly ever paused– but finally, once her hand had reached the head of my dick to the outside of her lips– she quieted, swallowing the last bit out of me, and released me from her mouth.She brought her fingers to her lips, holding in the last mouthful– her cheeks bulging– eyes closed– she carefully swallowed at last. Then, finally down, she held both her arms out full length to the left and right of her, threw her head back, and opened her mouth to let out a massive belch. It was revoltingly erotic. Then, with a smile, she looked at me and said, adorably– “All done!”10.I let my head drop back to the mattress– my body felt spent. And yet, I began to chuckle in exhaustion as I felt Carrie licking me all over. Did she ever give up?”Hhhhuuuhhh-hhhuuuuhhh– mmmmm…” she purred as she gave my entire cock, balls, and even my sphincter a tongue bath, lifting my legs and my testicles to really clean me everywhere. She even tongued the space between my testicles and legs. It tickled, but whenever it seemed to really tickle, her hand would caress my abs, my thighs, or my balls firmly to alleviate the tickling sensation.”Keeeee-viiiiinnnn…” I heard her call up to me.”Wha–?””Do you forgive me, yet?”I lifted my head up off the mattress to look down at her. She was tonguing me– but as I made eye contact with her, she sucked one of my balls into her mouth and savored me tenderly.I closed my eyes– the vision of her was burned on the underside of my eyelids, though– and the sight remained. She hadn’t realized that I had admitted to myself after my first orgasm that I was hers and that I would belong to her as long as she could continue to fuck and suck me like she had been. But of course, she didn’t need to know that.”Uuuggg– I don’t know…” I said, teasing.”Pleeeeaaase? I said I was sorry… and I’ve tried to make it up to you… I mean, honestly– have you ever had even one orgasm like that?””No,” I said– honestly. “No that was a first.””A first twice,” she reminded me.”Right. Twice…”Carrie let me go and crawled up onto the bed, and onto me. Once again the pressure of her toned, surprisingly strong body– nearly as tall as my own– and her huge tits against me was incredibly satisfying. Almost nurturing.”And… as big as those were– it’s all inside of me. In one hole or another…” she giggled like a girl, then, biting her lip and looking into my face longingly, she straddled me, returning my cock to its designated ‘resting place’ between her thighs, poking up from between her ass cheeks.”And you’re still hard…””Mmm,” I said, fully aware of this fact– “I wonder if the four Viagra has anything to do with that…””Pleeeeeasseee? What else can I do for you to forgive me?” then, as if remembering suddenly, “I titty-fucked you!””Yes. Yes you did…”Carrie began to hump me between her thighs again– her pussy was still leaking all over me as she slid up and down, sometimes achingly slow, other times in quick little bursts that would take my breath away.”Please, baby– I want to know that you’re not gonna leave me. I don’t know what I would do without you, now that I’ve been able to have you. No one else would be the same…”Humping me, she leaned against me and began to lick my neck and shoulders, biting gently here and there, avoiding the deep gouges and welts she had placed there while I was still handcuffed and tied…”Pleeeeease? I need you to tell me. Or say what else I need to do. I’ll do anything…””Okay–” I said at last. “Wanna know one thing I’ve never done with a girl?””Ummm…” she thought– her humping paused while she considered what the right answer might be. “Mmmmm… anal?”I said nothing– but I jutted my hips up suddenly– humping her thighs back.”Uh, wow…” she sounded hesitant– for the first time all night. “Uh–” She humped me again a few strokes between her thighs, less for the sheer pleasure of it (though it was enjoyable), but almost as if appraising the possibility. “I don’t know…”I chuckled. “Is this you giving up?””No!” She blurted, then, thoughtfully– “It’s just– I mean, that’s a tall order…” She humped me, thoughtfully– I could feel the need to cum again growing.”Okay,” she said– “But– you have to give me some time. I mean, not tonight,” then, noticing the daylight outside– “Today…””When?” I asked.”Mmm… A week?”I thought about this. “Fine. A week. From today.”She sighed, partly in relief– partly in disbelief at what she had agreed to. “Oh man,” she said– intimidated. “Well… I guess I should get started…”Carrie rolled off of me and walked to a dresser underneath the window with a blanket nailed over it. The sun was shining outside brightly now, and I could hear activity in the living room. Meanwhile, I watched Carrie’s naked body opening drawers and throwing clothes around. She would mutter to herself, looking for something, and then asking herself where she put it.Finally, she found it– what she was looking for. She pulled it out– a large purple dildo; large, but not quite as large as the real thing she had just enjoyed with me for hours on end.She turned to me. “This is my ex boyfriend. Well– now he’s my ex boyfriend. Before I met you. Before you showed up this was my main man– but not anymore.”Carrie walked back to the bed– she looked weak in the knees, so when she came to the edge of the bed she allowed herself to collapse onto it, still holding the purple monster in her two hands.”But I’m not going to get rid of it just yet– it’s going to help me get ready for my new boyfriend…” she reached out and grabbed my shaft with her left hand, squeezing me. “So don’t be jealous, okay?””Don’t worry about that,” I said– but eyeballing the dildo suspiciously. “So what’s that for?””Hmm? Oh. Well– I figured I may as well start practicing. I mean– if keeping you depends on whether or not I can take that amazing cock of yours up my ass then I better be fucking sure I can do it when the time comes. There’s no way I’m giving you any excuse to leave…”Carrie rolled toward the head of the bed– then looked around. I watched her nakedly roll around and problem solve, all while the painful ache returned to my erection. I groaned, and winced– this would be the Viagra, I thought, grumbling to myself. If she would’ve just waited she would’ve realized I didn’t need any Viagra– let alone four of them. But because she had a bad experience with a past lover, I had to suffer for it.Meanwhile, Carrie had taken a wooden board out from beneath the bed and propped it against the spokes of the bed’s headboard. Then, taking her dildo’s suction-cup bottom, she stuck it against the wooden surface of the board and regarded it thoughtfully as it protruded out, pointing at her accusingly. She then reached into her bedside dresser drawer and withdrew a tube of petroleum jelly. Biting off the cap with her teeth, she then applied a generous amount of the clear gel onto the head of her ‘ex boyfriend’, and then spread it up and halfway down the monolith, unceremoniously. Then, tossing the tube and spitting the cap out between her teeth over the other side of the bed, she turned back at me– as exuberant and energetic as ever– and said: “C’mere.”I rolled and crawled closer to her on the bed as she laid upside down on her back and positioned herself to take her ‘ex’ rectally.”You’re going to use that?””Yeah,” she said, positioning it carefully, lifting her bent legs up in front of her. Setting her head down, she remembered the knot she tied her hair into before sucking me off before– so she reached back, untied her hair, and let it fall loose over her left shoulder. “Does that surprise you?””It’s– pretty big…””Well, yeah, it has to be if I’m going to get ready for my new boyfriend, who’s even bigger. Come closer…”She threw her head back and opened her mouth toward me. She wanted me to fuck her throat.”You’re going to suck my dick and take that thing at the same time?”Carrie laughed. “Uh, yeah– you’re still hard, baby,” she said this as she reached her hand out and wrapped a finger partway around the head of my cock, pulling it down and letting go– ‘springing’ it like a diving board. I bent forward from the sudden shot of tension on dull pain that echoed through me at the gesture.”Aww,” she said– “Still sensitive?””Again: four Viagras.””I wanted you to be good and hard for a long time, baby,” she said, even as she began to slowly cram herself down around the ex boyfriend. Her face strained as she pushed the head in, but paused to look up at me, “We’re not done until you’re done. Now feed me.””You just swallowed a huge load of my cum–” I said, but she opened her mouth and pulled the head of my cock down into her mouth, ‘aiming’ me from the base of my dick toward her face. I lunged forward, adjusted myself so that my cock was aligned directly straight-on with her throat. Her neck was now totally arched and extended full-length as her head was reared back to suck on the head of my cock. Once more, I was taken aback by her skill and talent. Upside down, right-side-up, with a dildo in her ass, or tit-fucking the rest of me, she seemed able to do it all, in any position– and although she had mentioned how I was so much larger than anything else she’d had in the flesh before, she seemed perfectly capable of taking it any way after that first initial fuck that stretched her out. Even then she was almost supernaturally gifted at accommodating me– at least in comparison to every other girl I’d ever been with. If I hadn’t been painfully tortured so much this evening, I would’ve sworn I was being spoiled.She released me from her sucking mouth and pulled my dick forward– toward her tits, allowing her to pressd her mouth against the underside of my balls. I could feel her face rubbing against the very ‘underside’ of me– her nose tickling my taint between my balls and my sphincter. With her lips against my testicles, she said– “I want you to fuck my face, baby– don’t hold back, okay? Make me really regret tying you up– punish me for being such a bad girl.””Wha– what if you choke?”A giggle– it made me shiver as I felt her chuckle against my tender balls. “That’s the idea, baby–“”I can’t believe you can still take more of my cum– it seemed like last time was, like, a full meal all by itself.””Mmmm,” she purred against me, again making me shudder. “I’ll need about four or five of those a day from now on, baby– at least. That’s the only way my plan is going to work.””What plan?” I asked.”Hush– fuck me.” She opened her mouth again and pushed herself down atop her dildo– with an audible whimper of discomfort and strain. I shook my head in disbelief. What had I gotten myself into? It was a mistake to go home with a whore of this magnitude– but at the same time, it was impossible to imagine continuing on with my life without Carrie there to be the most perfectly able and willing cum rag for my huge cock as I ever could’ve hoped to have met. I just hoped that maybe, in the future, the torture nights could be limited to maybe once a week or so. Not gone completely– the subsequent orgasms had been way too intense to give up completely– but they couldn’t be allowed to be the norm.So I pushed forward, and I felt her mouth and throat give way to my advancing cock. As I shoved– I looked down at her. Her face was totally obscured beneath me, her head tilted back to allow me a totally straight path down her esophagus and into her chest cavity. Her wine colored hair spilled out around her left shoulder and onto the bed beneath us– brushing lightly against my left thigh, where my knee was stuck into the mattress for leverage into her. Her tits, gorgeous and spread out below me– her tall and prominent nipples, so dark and erect despite how large her tits were. Her long, toned, flat stomach– including the little hole where a naval piercing used to hang, and the vine tattoo that coiled around her whole body– a tattoo that should’ve served as a warning, or an omen, to the night I would endure. Her legs, long, toned, and powerful, were drawn up against her– and the balls of her feet were positioned against the wooden spokes of the headboard beneath her, using them to ‘press-off’, forcing her face into me, around my cock. And there was the dildo– already nearly halfway wedged up into the one hole I had never explored with any woman before. As I watched it hungrily shrink inside of her, I realized that it was almost a certainty that I’d be fucking Carrie’s ass within the week– maybe earlier– formally ‘sealing’ my agreement to belong to her. Hopefully it didn’t mean slavery and servitude– though how could it? Likely it just meant moving in and being fuck buddies for a year or so. Which sounded fine to me– just so long as all of this excitement could be enjoyed reasonably, without so much liquor, v******e, and gratuitous indulgence. Maybe I’d be a good influence on her. She clearly had some baggage– maybe I could just be the normal man in her life that she had clearly never had before.Even upon thinking this, her arm reached up from underneath me and climbed up my back, gently scratching and digging her nails into me, before she slid her hand back down to cup me around my testicles and pull me further into her throat. Her hand then seemed to delicately ‘play’ around my scrotum and anus. Her hand’s presence there made me nervous– but it also made my hair stand on end and made my balls tighten up underneath me. I could feel her tongue sliding up and down the few square inches of my cock that were passing through her mouth on its way deeper down into her throat. I watched as her throat bulged thickly as my cock descended further and further. Pushing off with her feet, she lunged up, cramming her face further up my cock– the wood board that her dildo was suctioned to pulled away from the headboard– until I pushed down into her face, pushing her whole body back across the surface of the bed– bringing the wooden board back to the spokes of the headboard with a loud and clumsy sounding ‘clunk’, even pushing her further down onto the dildo– which now appeared to be more than halfway disappeared inside of her now.She was moaning against me– the feeling of her head humming and her throat vibrating around me like an exterior cocoon sheltering a large caterpillar within was so gratifying, it made me throw my head back and moan myself. I could feel her nostrils hungrily sucking air in and out, filling her lungs with the scent of my balls and my ass deep into her, even as her jaw gently clinched around me and seemed to ask for more. More, more, more… More was the only word this woman seemed to know.I reached down and grabbed the sides of her head and pushed further inside of her. Watching as the bottom of her throat bulged with my advance. I was deep down her throat now– the head of my cock had to be beneath her collarbone. And yet still I was only halfway down. Feeling emboldened and certain that she could take it now that the thickest part of my cock was in her throat, I pushed further, and harder– cramming my rock hard dick down her gullet. Her hand was still working wonders underneath me, her cheeks and tongue and lips doing everything they could to pleasure me at the entry-gate to her mouth– all while her throat and esophagus wretched and spasmed around me tightly, gagging and heaving sporadically.Looking down, her other hand was busily masturbating herself. This woman was insatiable. The thought of her unquenchable lust made me slam my cock into her harder. My balls were being dragged across her face now– I felt the sucking breathing of her nostrils against me, tickling me sensuously as I pressed onward down Carrie’s throat.Then, there I was. Totally swallowed. I looked down– where usually I would see my huge shaft stretching out before me like a column– there was now only Carrie– her chin, jaw, long porcelain neck, shoulders, chest, and tits– and buried within her was the head and every inch of my thick cock– perhaps crammed all the way to the opening of her stomach. Maybe. Her body arched up off the mattress and was shaking, trembling, as it contained me within it.But Carrie didn’t ask me to just stick it in her. She wanted me to fuck her face. She wanted me to make her regret torturing me. Fine. I’ll give her what she wants. And if it’s too much and I go to far– then maybe she’ll think twice next time.Feeling myself begin to lose control, I thrusted hard into her throat five or six times– pressing her head down into the mattress, bucking her stomach with the head of my cock as I lunged. She was gagging and retching around me hard, though– but silently, as no sound was escaping her lips. All the while I felt her intense sucking breathing through her nostrils. Her neck and shoulders were changing to a reddish hue. I grabbed her tits in my hands and squeezed them hard, used them to pull myself harder forward into her– bucking into her chest cavity, and really putting my back into it.I leaned forward, pressing my arms down into the mattress on either side of her hips, and pulled my hips back away from her, sliding my cock slowly out of her entire throat in a single motion– but not exiting completely. I drew my cock up to the back of her mouth before sliding in again hard– fucking her soaking wet esophagus, forcing a hot splatter of cum, bile, and spit out of her mouth and down her face– and against my balls– along with a heavy sounding SQUEEECH!I looked down between our bodies– at my cock entering her face. I could see her throat– it appeared to retract and expand intensely as I withdrew and advanced. It was mesmerizing– and I watched it shrink and expand with my fucking cock again and again, savoring the feeling of her talented body that seemed capable of being fucked every conceivable way.Meanwhile, Carrie writhed beneath me. I wondered if it was out of discomfort– or if it she was having doubts– but I felt her one hand sensually and encouragingly massage my testicles and anus– all while her other hand still furiously quivered across her cunt, now inches beneath my face. I could even see the dildo– squeezed tightly within the opening of her pink, stretched asshole. I pulled out again– the head of my cock to the back of her mouth– and pushed in again hard– fucking her throat and chest. SQUEEECH!I began to get into a rhythm, and soon the bed was pulsing to a steady beat beneath us as I slid in and out of her throat again and again. SQUEECH!SQUEECH!SQUEECH!SQUEECH!!…The tickling of her nostrils exhaling and inhaling against my testicles mixed with the rest of the sensations that flooded across my body– with the deep humming of her gut as she moaned, the twisting, agonizing wet fuck of her tight throat– the skill and dexterity of her hand as she rubbed my taint and asshole, and guided my cock in and out of her mouth, the guile with which she tongued and sucked on me within the cavity of her mouth, and the smell of her cunt as she masturbated– the smell of her ass as she fucked herself, now deeper than ever. Overcome with my own lust, I greedily sucked her cunt into my mouth, licking and tasting the mixture of our cum still pouring out of her heavily. Salty and flavorful, my mouth filled with it as she bucked her hips against me. My lunges down her throat became shorter– I was jabbing about half of my length in and out of her, but as I entered the deepest point of her throat, at the top of her guts, I would always add an extra oomph, gouging the head of my cock as deep within her as I could possibly reach. Her whole body seemed to eagerly anticipate her next feeding, and everything was urging me to cum at the deepest point.As I flicked her clit with my tongue, I felt her squeal– and her hands clinched me hard, both the back of my head, digging into my hair, and around my testicles, squeezing me urgently. I crammed all the way into her stomach and stopped, holding there, as I felt her pussy cum hard against my mouth and jaw. Her hips bucked my face, and her scream filled my entire cock. I felt her hand move from around my testicles to my asshole– and again, she plunged two fingers into me–pounding and massaging my prostate. I was hopeless to resist against another instant climax that seemed forced out of me. It had been building slowly– but as she fingered my anus it erupted out of me all at once, even as her legs wrapped around my head, keeping my face firmly fixed against her spraying cunt. I was emptying gush after gush of cum right down into her center– right into her stomach, feeding her directly– even as her cum splattered against my chin and neck, our bodies twisting and clutching, flexing and bucking wildly.Later, I thought about how they make foi gras– a delicacy in gourmet French cuisine. Foi gras was a fancy name for fatty duck liver– and the way they produced it was by force-feeding ducks until their liver burst. I watched a video of it once– they shove a tube down the duck’s neck which pours fat directly into its stomach. It was grotesque, and I never had foi gras since. And yet, here I was– essentially doing the same thing to Carrie– the main difference of course being that she loved it, had demanded to be fed and treated this way. I would force feed her as much of my cum as she could possibly take– and I was curious to see how much that could possibly be.A sudden pounding on the door. The sound of it was so unexpected and foreign that it was startling, and made me lunge forward against Carrie’s face hard, though my orgasm continued throughout. A voice– the sound of her daughter: “God give it a rest you two! It’s been hours already for fuck’s sake!”Carrie’s only response was to wrap her free arm around my waist and press me into her harder. I felt her entire body desperately attempting to keep up with keeping me down, swallowing me wholly and completely. Her legs squeezed my head tightly. I pressed my cock down into her face, my balls smooshed against her nose and mouth. Her fingers in my rectum, massaging my cum out of me from within. Each of us cumming into the other’s mouth. Not for the first time, I felt as though my whole body was melting.11.After a few minutes– our bodies relaxed, and I unsheathed my cock from her throat. She coughed and choked wetly as it emerged from her, but as I laid there on her bed, eyes closed, she recovered– and then proceeded to continue licking and sucking on me greedily from top to bottom, fingers still gently rubbing my prostate or kneading my testicles, no doubt ensuring every single sperm trapped inside all f******n inches of me made its way down her throat. What a woman. What a whore. I just laid there and savored the feeling. After maybe ten or fifteen minutes, she pulled her fingers out of me, and began to rub my abs and legs.”Keeeevviiinnn, are you asleep?””Almost.””You can’t fall asleep, Kevin…””Why? We’ve been at it for hours– I don’t even know what time it is…””It’s like 10:30 in the morning. You said you didn’t have to work.””I don’t.””Good. You’ve got nowhere to be. Nothing to do– except me.””Was that your daughter?””Ugh. Yes.””I mean– she sounded pretty pissed.””Oh ignore her. Her and her boyfriend are always going at it out there…” And, as if to change the subject away from her daughter back to her, Carrie resumed lapping and slurping at me hungrily, needfully. I laughed.”Where do you get the energy?””Oh come on! You’re still a young man– you’re practically in your prime. Besides, you may be tired but your cock is still rock-fucking hard…””Yeah, I wonder why. Y’know, it might go down if you left it alone for a second.””Are you telling me to stop taking care of you?””Mmmm…no. I’m not saying that.””I didn’t think so.”Her sucking mouth and sensual hands returned to me, working on me more. I was still hard. How much longer could this go on?”C’mon, I need you to keep feeding me, baby– Four or five big servings of your semen a day for the next week. I’m on the Kevin diet.””Well I think this one you’ll have to go on without me,” I said– turning over onto my back. My cock sprung up into the air, and Carrie climbed between my legs and eyed me as she licked up the underside of me to the tip hungrily.”Fine by me,” she said– and got back to work. She climbed up between my legs, and I saw her face and eyes were still a deep red– from the face-fucking I administered to her only moments ago. Who knows what shade she had turned before I finished cumming inside of her. But from everything I could see– she had managed to swallow it all. Again. Where was she putting it? And here she was again, coming for more. Oh well. She didn’t surprise me anymore. Carrie perhaps was made for me– or vice-versa. I’d never been with anyone who craved more sex than me, or was able to endure so much of me as to outlast even my desire to fuck until wee hours of the night– (or morning, as the case may be). As I watched her wink at me as she swallowed the head of my cock once more, I thought maybe it would be okay if I stayed here for the rest of the day. Maybe I’d go home again that night. I’d have to see how long it would be before Carrie would finally throw in the towel and we could fall asleep together. How long would that be? And then what?As it turned out, she sucked me off once more– and then she pulled the dildo out of her ass, carefully set it aside, and rode me until I came inside of her pussy one last time before she collapsed– nearly passed out on top of me. The daughter had knocked a second time toward the end– perhaps around 11:45 or so. We slept in each other’s arms, but my sleep was thin and unrestful.Occasionally I’d wake up to discover that the overhead light was still blaring down on top of us– but whenever I woke up I saw more of Carrie’s delicious naked body, and remembered the insane fucks we’d just enjoyed. And as I dreamed, I dreamed that we were fucking– endlessly fucking, sucking, squeezing, jerking, swallowing, thrusting– but no climax ever came. Only just eternal fucking without satisfaction. And in my dreams I saw Carrie’s face, either screaming at me enraged, or laughing. Laughing at me.12.It was a long time before I woke up again. I was slow to rouse– and even before I did I felt my arms were constrained. I felt the hot light glaring down on me still– as though on an examination table. When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar ceiling– and the familiar overhead light– and I also felt the familiar feeling of handcuffs around my wrists. And a tight knot tied around my erect cock.My eyes shot open, and sure enough– there I was, once more securely tied to Carrie’s bed. The sunlight from the window was gone– outside all was dark, and in the room all was silent. Carrie was nowhere to be seen.Sitting up as far as I could, I looked down at my erection, stretched up to the sky above me. It was once again dark red and painfully engorged. The plastic shrink-wrap string tied securely around me, cutting me off again.”Oh no– oh fuck you can’t be serious!” No answer. No noise except my own breathing, and my heart beat. “Carrie! Carrie you fucking cunt! Let me go! Carrie?! Carrie!”Carrie wouldn’t be home for hours, as it turned out.

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