“Oh yes! Yes! Goddamn that’s good!” She screamed
She pulled herself away from him as the last orgasm shook her down to her toes and turned around to give Mike’s cock her undivided attention. Mike raised up on his elbows to watch the show. She stroked his cock with one hand as she licked and sucked his balls making Mike’s legs shake. Then she slowly spiraled her way up his cock with her tongue as she rubbed her fingers across the head of his dick. When her mouth got to the top she licked and sucked the head while her hand whipped up and down the length of his cock jacking him off in her mouth. She continued licking and sucking the head of his cock as he came, filling up her mouth with his cum ‘til it spilled out over lips and across her cheeks, dribbling down her chin, neck, down between her breasts. She used her fingers to scoop it all up gobbling up his cum licking it from her lips, and cheeks, and sucking her fingers clean. Then she ran her tongue all over his cock licking it clean as well. Mike was instantly hard again. He turned Tasty around on all fours and shoved his cock deep inside her. She let out a small cry as he slammed all eight inches in and out of her, his balls slapping against her ass as he tried to rip her in two. He leaned over and cupped her tremendous breasts in her hands as he continued banging his cock into her tight pussy. She slid her hand between her legs and started playing with her pussy and in seconds she was cumming again.
Mike rolled her over on her back and put her legs over his shoulders loving the way her huge tits bounced and flopped as he pounded her pussy. His huge tricep muscles bulged as he balanced himself above her. She was on what must have been her sixth or seventh orgasm when he scooped her up in his arms and lifted her off the floor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he had both of his tremendously powerful arms beneath her ass sliding her up and down on his dick as he walked around her apartment. The patio door was open and Mike strolled right out onto the patio. Tasty was going wild bouncing up and down on his cock as if she was trying to break a wild horse. Mike could feel another orgasm coming on. Every muscle in his body seemed to lock. And he grabbed hold of her waist and started bouncing her up and down on his dick grunting and growling with each thrust as the orgasm began to rip through his body like gunfire. Suddenly, as he felt his dick begin to erupt with semen, he put both hands around Tasty’s waist and pushed outward with all his might. A look of confusion crossed Tasty’s face as she felt herself being wrenched from Mike’s dick. She saw it bobbing in the air still hard and thick, looking almost threatening like some kind of club or police baton, shooting cum out into the night air then she felt herself start to fall as she sailed over the balcony. She looked up into Mike’s face and saw him looking at her with calm detachment. His expression was serene, satisfied. He looked like a man who had just had the best sex of his life was supposed to look. His eyes locked with hers and he whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
“Fly.”
And then she fell. It was all so surreal she didn’t even have time to scream. Amazingly she was right in the middle of another orgasm when the ground rushed up and struck her. Breaking her perfect body like a thrift shop Barbie doll. Mike slipped back into his clothes and left.
The next night there were cops all over the club asking questions about the dead girl. They showed Mike her picture. He said she looked familiar. He told the cops he thought he saw her last night with a tall, muscular, black guy, with a shaved head. He gave the detective a phony name and address and took one of his cards. They showed the stripper’s picture to the bartenders and several other customers sitting at the bar each one described a different guy they’d seen her with. The girl got around was the general consensus.
Mike started to get bored. He was feeling horny. He wanted some pussy and the club was looking kind of slow tonight. The club had just opened though. The night was still young. It was way too early for the strippers to show up so Mike scanned the crowds of tourists . . . hunting. Nothing. They were all too fat or too skinny or already coupled off or with a group of friends who would be able to identify him if one of them came up missing. Mike walked upstairs to the sports bar and picked up a newspaper off the bar. He was frustrated and decided to wait until the strippers showed up.
The front-page headline was about the stripper who flew naked off her balcony. More old news. But there was another story about a man found in his hotel room with his throat slit. He was naked and they found semen and vaginal secretions indicating that he had just had sex before he was killed. His wallet and jewelry were missing. The police were guessing that a prostitute or her pimp had killed him. Mike didn’t give a fuck about the murder. He was thinking about the prostitute. It was something he had never even considered. He knew at least five prostitutes that hung around the club and the idea of doing one of them had never even crossed his mind. He had sat and talked to several of them on many nights but he had always been turned off by the fact that they were whores even though they never seemed to be particularly interested in taking his money. One of them had even offered to work for him. She told him that she had recently lost her pimp and needed someone to watch her back on the street. Mike had turned her down. Now, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t gone for it. There wouldn’t be a bunch of cops turning the club upside down over a dead prostitute. Nobody would care. It wouldn’t even be front-page news. Mike ordered a beer and started thinking seriously about picking up a whore. He ordered one beer after another as he waited for the strippers and call girls to show up. By the time the club filled up Mike was good and drunk and the club was filled with whores.
Prostitutes lined the bar. Some old faces and some new. The one that had asked him to be her pimp months ago was there too. Mike struggled to remember her name. Jamie? Gina? Jenny! Jennifer. Her name was Jennifer. Mike staggered and had to steady himself by grabbing the bar to keep from falling as he got up off his stool and walked over to her.
“Hi Mike.”
“Hey Jenny.”
“Damn you are fucked up! How much have you had to drink” She laughed. She had flaming red hair that hung down to her waist, long muscular legs, that led up to a large, round, but muscular ass, she had a slight tummy but it was shadowed by breasts that were larger even than the stripper’s from the night before. There was a plastic surgeon somewhere in town who was getting rich. She had those fashionably pouty lips that were also probably a surgeon’s handy work. They gave her the look of a spoiled child. Her eyes were sea green.
“Too much. Look I hate to ask you. I mean, I know you’ve gotta make your money but could you give me a ride home? I’m waaaaay too fucked up to drive. I have something I want to talk to you about anyway. About that business proposition you made me a while back.”
That last comment seemed to decide the matter for her. Her startling green eyes beamed with enthusiasm as she scooped up her purse and took him by the arm.
“Let’s go Daddy!”
They jumped into her brand new silver Riviera and sped off up Convention Center Drive to the Strip.
“So what did you want to talk to me about?”
“Let’s go to your place to talk. I need to lay down a minute.”
“Well I’m staying at a hotel right now and . . .”
“That’s fine let’s go there.”
They valet parked, walked quickly though the casino, and took the elevator up thirteen floors. Mike was ecstatic. He loved the old hotels. A lot of them still had windows that opened, even on the top floors, and some of them even had balconies. He was quite pleased to find that hers was a luxurious suite that did in fact have a balcony that overlooked Las Vegas Blvd. Mike walked out onto the balcony and stared out over the bright neon lights of the legendary Vegas Strip. It was jammed with cars and tourists. Jenny squeezed up behind him and ran her tiny little hands with their long red fingernails over his thick muscular arms and shoulders. Mike turned around and cupped her huge breasts in his hands rubbing his thumbs over her hard nipple, which were poking through the tight little baby T-shirt she wore.
Mike pulled the shirt over her head and once more cupped her tremendous titties in his hands. He bent down and sucked at her nipples, licking and sucking them ‘til she started to moan. Jennifer Masters, former honor roll student turned stripper, turned prostitute, quickly wriggled out of her tight little shorts and Mike slid a hand up between her thighs. She was already wet. Her legs shook as he fingered her clit while he continued to suck her titties. She reached down and pulled Mike’s pants off and her eyes grew wide with hunger as she spotted his tremendous erection. She grabbed it with both hands and then bent down and swept her long crimson mane back out of her face before she started licking his balls while still jacking him off. She licked her way up the thick venous shaft of his cock ‘til she got to the head where she circled it with her tongue and sucked it before taking the whole thing down her throat. Mike grabbed her by the back of the head and started fucking her mouth pleased with the way she seemed to gag when he thrust it to the back of her throat. Again he felt that tingling in the base of his cock that meant he was about to cum. He pulled away from her and took a deep breath to regain control. When the sensation subsided he picked Jenny up and wrapped her legs round his waist lowering her onto his dick. He loved the feel of her breasts against his chest and the way they bounced up and slapped him in the face as he slid her up and down on his cock. She threw her head back and let out little cries and gasps of pleasure as she rode his dick. Mike was pounding into her so hard every thrust made her breasts bounce up and strike him in the chin.
That familiar tingling sensation had started in Mike’s balls and was creeping up his shaft when he noticed a shiny metallic gleam in Jenny’s mouth. He paid it no attention. He grabbed her waist in his hands just as she leaned forward to kiss his neck. He looked once again at the neon twinkling up and down the strip and felt a searing pain rip across his throat as he thrust Jenny out and over the balcony.
“Fly.” He whispered as she sailed backwards into the night. Then he started to gag as his mouth filled with blood. He fell against the railing choking on his own blood and looked over at Jenny as she hurtled earthward. He noticed the metallic gleam in her mouth again, which was now smeared with blood . . . his blood. A razor blade was clenched between her gore-streaked teeth. She had slit his throat. Her eyes were wide with horror as she fell to earth but then they turned cold and hard as they locked with his.
“Die.” She hissed and the ground flew up and punched the life from her, splattering her body over the hotel parking lot in a gruesome collage of blood, organs, and shattered bones. Mike smiled, pleased, satisfied, even as his own life spurted out all over the balcony and dripped down into the parking lot to mingle with hers.
The Book of a Thousand Sins
“Let us go down to hell while we live, that we may not have to go down to hell when we die.”
—St. Augustine
“Eternal punishment is eternal revenge, and can be inflicted only by an eternal monster.”
—Robert Ingersoll, Origins of God and the Devil
Anja awoke with that familiar unease settling upon her like an oily miasma, a dank mire coating her thoughts. She felt used and unclean like a spent condom someone had ejaculated in and then discarded. It was the way she felt whenever she had sex with men and often even just from fantasizing about it. Tonight, she had been dreaming of Lord.
In the dream she’d been his slave again and he was cutting designs into her back with a scalpel as he fucked her in the ass with his massive cock. Her unconscious body responded to his familiar stainless steel caresses and the even more familiar sensation of his solid length filling her up, stirring her desires into a raging tempest as her nerves sang out in agony.
She could feel each thrust as his turgid organ punched deep into her rectum, each stroke of the blade as it whispered through her flesh. Anja was on the verge of a massive orgasm, the kind that she hadn’t experienced since leaving the service of Lord. She tossed and turned in her sleep writhing in pleasure, feeling that same mixture of degradation, shame, and ecstasy that Lord had always inspired in her, but then the dream had gotten too real. Her dream Lord shot his load of semen onto her bloodied back and Anja felt only shame as he wiped the rest of his seed onto her cheek and walked out, leaving her with a burning wetness between her thighs and no way to satisfy it. She’d sat there, cum and blood drenched, watching her suddenly indifferent master walk out the front door.
“But what about me? Don’t I get to top you for a little while? Don’t I get to get off too?”
“No.” The door slammed with a loud bang as Lord exited her bedroom.
Anja snapped awake feeling pissed-off and horny as hell. She was vibrating with fury. Even in her dreams she was getting fucked over by men. Lord had always hated to switch. It was always about him. Even after all this time she still wasn’t over it.
She stretched, flexing her long lean muscles in the morning sun filtering in between her bedroom blinds, and tried to shake off the dream. Somehow she could still feel Lord’s presence in the room with her like a ghostly afterimage. Feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed, Anja reached out for her blanket to wrap around herself. She almost cried out when her left hand encountered flesh.
She lifted the blanket and stared over at the wide, pale, pock-marked back that descended down to a gigantic ass and elephantine thighs. Big Lucy. Gradually Anja recalled the previous evening spent ripping into the fat dyke’s lower extremities with her eleven-inch strap-on dildo. She’d made the big lesbian cry even as she herself wept, remembering all the men who had abused her as a child. Remembering how Lord had abandoned her.
As usual, Anja started the morning with a full bladder and an urgent need to empty it. She reached out and gave the rotund woman beside her a hard shove that knocked her off the bed and onto the floor.
“What the fuck?!”
“Stay down there and don’t move!”
Anja stepped off the bed and flexed her long luxurious body. Lucy’s eyes leapt up from where she lay obediently on the floor awaiting her mistress’s instructions, and slithered over the dominatrix’s flawless flesh. Her narrow waist and wide hips, her huge breasts with the upturned nipples, her voluptuous buttocks and thick muscular thighs, Lucy’s eyes devoured every inch of her mistress.
“Open your mouth!”
Lucy laid back and obeyed. Anja squatted over the woman’s face and began to urinate, flooding the big woman’s mouth in a warm golden shower. Lucy gagged and coughed as her mouth filled with warm piss but she did not attempt to turn away. She drank deep of the yellow stream ignoring her own revulsion and concentrating only on the beauty of Anja’s sumptuous flesh. Lucy swallowed one mouthful of urine after another in order to avoid drowning and soon she could feel her stomach slosh with a bellyful of Anja’s morning piss. The last drops dribbled from the meaty folds of her mistress’s vagina down onto Lucy’s tongue. Anja then squatted down even further until her urine-soaked labia and clitoris were pressed against the big woman’s face.
Mistress Anja reached down and seized the stainless-steel pinch-collar still around the lesbian’s neck and yanked hard until Lucy’s face turned blue and her mouth disappeared into the beautiful dominatrix’s pubic hair. The big lesbian licked obediently at her mistress’s salty clit even as she struggled for air. Anja alternated between choking Lucy and pinching and slapping her mammoth breasts until she finally managed her first weak uninspiring orgasm of the day and relaxed back into the same existential malaise she’d awaken to.
“Get up and get the fuck out.” Anja muttered almost casually as she rose from Lucy’s urine and cum-soaked face.
“Just give me a second to get dressed will ya?”
“No! Get the fuck out now!” She snatched a paddle up off the floor and began lashing the big woman across the breast and thighs as Lucy scrambled to collect her clothing. Anja opened her front door and put her beautiful manicured toes to the big woman’s ass, literally kicking her out the front door.
“I hate that bitch.” Anj
a said to Lucy’s back as she slammed the door behind her, leaving the obese woman standing naked on her front porch.
It sometimes struck Anja as ironic that it had been Big Lucy who had first turned her out and introduced her to the life. It now seemed like a lifetime ago when she had first arrived in San Francisco, miserable and exhausted after nearly an entire day spent riding a Greyhound bus from New Mexico. She’d run away from home the day before, away from a father and uncle who had used her young body as a waste deposit for their semen and violent abuse. She was broke and broken, starving and grief-stricken, sitting hollow-eyed in a coffee shop on Haight Street sipping on tepid green tea and trying to figure out if she had enough money to afford a room somewhere or the balls to turn a trick to get whatever money she was short. A shadow had suddenly darkened her table and she’d looked up to see a massive leather clad bull-dyke smiling down at her. Big Lucy was well over two hundred pounds, closer in fact to three, nearly six-feet tall, and looked like she could bench-press a semi-truck. Anja had been immediately intimidated.
“You look like you could use a job.” Lucy said, grinning lasciviously and running one fat meaty hand through Anja’s long red hair as if she already owned the girl.
Anja simply nodded in reply. A few days later she was working at The Hot Box, San Francisco’s only lesbian owned all-nude strip club. It was her new boss who first introduced her to the world of sadomasochism during sweaty evenings chained to the desk in her office. Fucking Big Lucy was almost a prerequisite for working at The Box and that had meant submitting to Lucy’s peculiar appetites, which included everything from candle wax on the nipples to sewing needles in her clitoris. Anja hadn’t minded the woman’s attentions. She’d had far worse done to her by her father and uncle. She was incapable of having children as a result of half the things her uncle had crammed into her.
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