B'Linda's First Interlude: My Own Little Toy
Lately I've been having the most exciting time with this guy I know -- I can't
believe he actually puts up with it. Ever since I caught him jerking off one day
he's been completely at my mercy. The best part of it is, he used to be my boss!
I was actually afraid he'd cancel my contract. But after our first night or two
together I knew I had nothing to worry about. There's absolutely nothing I can
do to him that wouldn't make him just fall on his face and beg me for more.
It's pretty obvious why, of course. He's been living in a state enforced
celibacy for years, letting his perverted little imagination run riot. The poor
little fuck reminds me of a kid in a candy store with no nickel in his pocket,
left to conjure up his gratification with nothing more than impotent images.
After five or ten years of that, who knows what he's had to think about in order
to get his rocks off. Then again, who cares? I certainly don't. The only thing
that matters here is that he's twisted and desperate, and with his sick little
needs, he's like sexual silly-putty in my inventive hands.
I can literally do anything to him I want. First I like to sneak into his
bedroom, late in the middle of the night, and take him by surprise, leaping onto
his bed and totally, completely dominating him sexually. Always forcing him to
service me wherever and however I goddamn please, I play with him for hours,
constantly making him submit to all kinds of outrageously kinky things.
Of course, I've got to look the part of a demon dominatrix, so usually I dress
up in this harness of tight leather straps, my big 44-DD tits just bursting out
of it, and I wear silver-studded collars on my neck and wrists. Then I put on
spike-heeled boots and my black leather overcoat and stride over there, kicking
in his door and suddenly snapping on the light.
I love the way his shy brown eyes jerk open, starting in shock and fear and then
widening in uneasy recognition. Immediately I tear off my overcoat, and as his
eager gaze fastens on my huge, out-thrust beasts, I feel a familiar rush of
power surge through me. He is mine! The way his eyes crawl greedily over my body
I know he can never refuse me.
I spring forward, ripping off the blankets, and already his fat little piece of
meat is twitching, swelling. For now I ignore it though. Time enough for that
later.
"Big Linda, please...." he manages, and then I'm upon him, straddling his body
and dropping my weight on his belly. He gasps, and before he can begin to
recover I grab him by the hair and bury his face in my tits.
He struggles under me, thrashing about a little bit, but I crush him down and
start twisting my shoulders violently back and forth, beating him into
submission with my swinging, slapping, heavily hanging female breasts.
Trapped under my powerful body he starts whimpering and pleading with me, his
voice muffled but its groveling tone unmistakable. Yet still his disobedient
cock continues to grow, climbing the inside of my thigh to press insistently up
against me.
That impudent bastard! I pull back, and clamping his head in my hands I rub one
of my stiffly hardened nipples all over his face, roughly grinding it around and
around before finally forcing open his jaws and pushing it between his waiting
lips.
"Suck me!" I demand, and he complies, immediately pulling at my tender, swollen
pink nipple for all he's worth. Much as I hate to admit it, he's actually kind
of good at it.
Feeding voraciously at my swollen breast his thick little lips create a long,
hard, almost painfully deep suction, and he peers humbly up at me, an insecure
little boy pathetically seeking approval.
Of course I give him none, and tearing my tit from his jaws I scramble up his
body to squash my aching cunt down into his helpless face. There I ride him,
holding fistfuls of his hair and rasping myself back and forth and all around,
barely giving him a chance to breathe. Finally I settle on his mouth and let him
eat me, but the eager, fumbling way he goes about it fills me with scorn.
It's obvious my little Slut-boy here still has a thing or two to learn. Well,
I'm just the woman for that! Big Mistress Linda can always provide strict
indoctrination into the art of oral sex! First I start taunting him, berating
him for his inadequacy, and the guilty blush of his shame gets me off like
nothing else. That childish little pansy. Suddenly my cunt feels like voracious
mouth, eager to devour his face.
Fuck teaching him anything else. I decide to just use him. That's what he's
there for, right? Just a worthless little sex toy. Let him learn on his own, if
he's able. If not, let him suffer the consequences.
I push his head back, deep into the pillow, and start rubbing myself off on his
jutting chin. That hard knob of bone is covered with stubble, and it rasps and
chafes and tickles my burning clit like mad. Then I just go nuts, attacking him
with my pussy, using him like I do my cheapest vibrator. Back and forth, up and
down, I grind my groin against his helpless face, slathering him with my sticky
juices until I just can't stand it anymore. Then at last I turn to his worthless
prick.
By this time it's swollen into an iron-hard spike, sticking up from his crotch
like an eight-inch exclamation point. Finally, after extensive teasing more than
a little sadistic procrastination I mount it, inserting it in one of my open
holes and jamming myself down.
Slut-boy cries out, drowning my own little gasp of pleasure, and I slap him as I
fuck him, again and again, letting him know who's boss. Meanwhile my hips
quickly find their rhythm, and I drop forward, planting my hands on his
shoulders and dangling my tremendous tits in his face. Then, firmly holding him
down, I ride that hot spike of flesh furiously, gasping and grunting and
groaning with pleasure, feeling my first orgasm of the night building.
At last it rips through me, and suddenly I find myself screaming deliriously,
mindlessly riding out the ecstatic waves of contractions that pulse through my
loins. Dimly I hear the worthless little shit trapped under me cry out, and as
my tight cunt convulses on it the hard cock I'm riding suddenly starts spasming
and shuddering, then spurts out a slippery hot load, deep up inside me.
That goddamn bastard! Furiously I scream at him, venting my rage with a powerful
roundhouse slap. He isn't supposed to come until I tell him to, damn it! I
wanted that whitey-tasty-gooey-hot-salt-load!
I strike him again, literally rocking his head, and then climb off. That fucking
loser. That useless piece of shit. Luckily I now know how to punish that kind of
transgression. By confronting the worthless offender with his very worst
nightmare.
You see, after years of intense sexual study, I've believe I've finally found
the secret to controlling a man.
Whether dealt out occasionally as a rare reward or inflicted daily as a regular
punishment, this particular disciplinary tool draws its effectiveness from the
devastating truth it conveys: that despite his terrifying fears, every last man
secretly yearns to be the recipient, not the giver, of a good invasive fuck.
It's true. Don't even try to deny it. I can see it now in Slut-boy's conflicted
face. Deep in their hearts, all men know that the ancient, planet-dominating
force embodied in their dicks is basically useless and pathetic without the even
greater miracle of a human woman's fertile furrow.
You see, we are the givers of life, holders of the most incredible power in the
universe. Men know this, and despite all their earthly dominance they yearn for
it. Subconsciously they yearn for it so bad they can't resist trying to emulate
it. Sooner or later they love having that big hard dick directed right back at
them. Why do you think there are so many faggots in the world?
The philosophy of Big Linda Skrue in a nutshell. Oh well. Determined to re-teach
an old lesson, I go my coat, and from an inside pocket I take my favorite black
rubber dildo, long and thick and heavily ridged with life-like veins and
contours.
Relishing the look of fear and horror on Slut-boy's guilty face, I attach my big
hard god-cock securely to the harness at my crotch and return to the bed.
"You know the penalty for an unauthorized orgasm!" I snarl. "Roll over!"
And with that I move in and really show my Slut-boy what it means to be fucked!
