He gave Mrs. Tamburro a cold smile and then yanked her toward him. She screeched as he swept her up into his bulging, muscled arms and stalked over to a majestic purple leather gothic throne. He situated himself on the seat of the throne and then released his captive.
Mrs. Tamburro tumbled out of his arms.
Milan winced at the sound of the woman’s slight body as it hit the floor. She peered intently at the screen, afraid the poor woman who lay in a tiny heap was injured. She doubted if incurring broken bones or open wounds would encourage Mrs. Tamburro to continue writing checks to Pure Paradise.
Milan wondered if he resented being snatched from Veronique. She shrugged indifferently, deciding he was just being true to his sadistic nature.
BodySlam reached down and grabbed a handful of blond hair, undoing the neatly pinned hairstyle as he wrenched her head upward. Mrs. Tamburro’s gleaming eyes did not indicate pain and Milan’s fear of losing her client’s business was quickly assuaged.
“So, you want BodySlam to discipline you with another spanking?” he growled.
Milan typically sneered at anyone who referred to himself in third person but somehow BodySlam pulled it off, effectively making his staged alter ego a credible, fear-invoking, and separate sadistic entity.
“Yes,” Mrs. Tamburro whimpered. Her body trembled, her blue eyes widened with fear.
“Do you want more of my fancy artwork imprinted on your ass?”
“Oh, yes, that’s exactly what I want,” Mrs. Tamburro said in a voice that was husky with lust.
BodySlam tightened his grasp on the tuft of disheveled hair, giving her head a hard shake and causing her to give a small cry of pain. “This time, you’ll have to earn it,” he said in his lilting accent. He pulled his loincloth to the side, revealing a full, dark scrotum. “Lick,” he ordered, wrenching Mrs. Tamburro’s head upward.
Her eyes warily flicked from BodySlam’s frowning face to his crotch. Her pink tongue slipped past her thin lips and then brushed against his hairy sac, tentatively at first and then with ardor, lavishly licking as if his ebony flesh held the tasty richness of Haitian cocoa. Loud tongue lashes made Milan squirm in her seat, overcome with a strong and sudden sexual yearning.
With his balls sufficiently licked, BodySlam pulled the cloth back farther, freeing his long, hard member from the confining loin cloth.
Milan sucked in air. Her heartbeat quickened. BodySlam had a monster-sized dick. It was a gorgeous sight, but much too big to suck or fuck without great discomfort. Milan stared at the screen intently. Mrs. Tamburro stretched her mouth open and sucked in the head of the coal-black sex organ. BodySlam held the back of her head and rammed in several inches of dick.
Mrs. Tamburro’s blue eyes watered and she made choking sounds as he mercilessly pumped his impossibly large dick deeply inside her mouth. With her eyes now squeezed shut, her head flung back, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to accommodate his impossible girth and length. BodySlam grasped the sides of her flushed cheeks as he pumped his huge midnight cock into her gaping mouth.
“Suck it,” he growled.
Mrs. Tamburro attempted to pucker up, but her thin lips were stretched taut.
“I said, suck it!” BodySlam rose from the throne, clutching Mrs. Tamburro’s head and holding it pressed into his crotch. Her body sagged like a rag doll, her eyes bulged pitifully as he thrust and shoved his thickness as far as it would go, making her gag and heave.
Milan’s eyes were glued to the monitor. Oh! Unable to bear much more of the torturously sexy image of Mrs. Tamburro’s mouth being plundered with BodySlam’s big, brutal penis, Milan opened a desk drawer, scrounging around in search of a vibrator or dildo. She came up empty. Where the hell were her sex toys?
Her eyes darted back to the screen; she rocked back and forth in her seat, trying to soothe her sexual yearning.
BodySlam’s outrageously big dick disappeared inside Mrs. Tamburro’s mouth. The crown of his dick pushed into her throat while his nut sac knocked against her chin.
“I’m coming, bitch. You better swallow every drop,” he growled, humping hard and causing tears to fill her eyes and slide down her cheeks. Unfortunately, the tears that trailed down intermingled with the white lust that spilled from the corners of her mouth.
Furious that she’d disobeyed, BodySlam pulled his throbbing cock from her lips, held it firmly, and aimed it like a weapon toward her face. His body jerked as he shot out the remaining jets of jism into Mrs. Tamburro’s horrified face.
He grabbed her by the arm and flopped down in the seat of the throne, then turned her over his lap, yanking up her skirt so violently Milan could hear it ripping at the seams.
Frightened by the intensity of his anger, Mrs. Tamburro instinctively put up a fight, trying to wrench herself free. But pinned down by his powerful hold, she went limp in defeat, whimpering pitifully as he slowly pulled her panties down.
Gently, he placed a huge hand on her small white rump. His hand was so big, it completely covered her ass. He fondled and caressed her buttocks, rubbing soft circles on each cheek. Teasingly, he trailed a thick finger down the crack of her ass and wriggled it inside the crevice. He tickled her anus, giving her visible shivers, making her moan with pleasure. Then, quite suddenly, he gave her ass a painful twisting squeeze. Her lithe lower body squirmed and bucked. The more Mrs. Tamburro struggled, the angrier BodySlam became.
Finally, the pain-seeking adulteress took a deep steadying breath as she awaited the next powerful impact of his hand of steel connecting with her tenderized ass.
He applied a flurry of sharp smacks to Mrs. Tamburro’s behind, intensifying the blows until his palm prints completely decorated her ass. Twisting and screaming, kicking her feet in desperation, Mrs. Tamburro appeared to be trying to swim away from the pain. Milan noted with interest that the white flesh of the client’s thighs was a stark contrast to her fiery red ass.
“I want you to thank me,” BodySlam commanded irrationally.
Milan shifted her position, leaning forward, riveted to the screen.
“Thank you,” Mrs. Tamburro quickly responded.
Milan gasped when she noticed BodySlam’s big hand reaching for a cane that was conveniently propped against the wall near the throne. She held her breath as if waiting for the next scene in a horror movie.
Taking charge of his victim, he held her in place with a large strong hand and then swiftly brought the cane crashing down onto her cutely rounded and welt-ridden derriere.
“Ahhh! Oh my God. Please stop,” Mrs. Tamburro screamed.
“That wasn’t a proper show of gratitude,” he said in an icy tone.
“What should I say?” Mrs. Tamburro asked, crying and shaking. “Tell me. I’ll say whatever you want me to.”
“You must always say, ‘Thank you, Master,’ with every whipping. Do you understand?” He twisted his lips into a cruel smile before delivering another brutal blow.
“Thank you, Master,” she shouted. Thrashing in anguish, she struggled to free herself from his pitiless hold, but couldn’t.
“Don’t fight me,” he growled. “Take the pain. Learn to love it.”
“I caaaaaaan’t,” she screamed. Somehow, she managed to raise her torso and was able to turn her head. Spotting the object of her torture, she shrank back in horror. She gawked at the wooden flogging instrument and then gasped in shock that he’d been using a crude cane to beat her ass. “I beg you, Master. Please don’t hit me again with that thing. It’s too painful. I can’t bear it. I came to you for a regular spanking. You’re going to kill me with that thing.” She squirmed and writhed uncontrollably.
Simultaneously, Milan writhed in sexual agony. Mrs. Tamburro’s pain and fear was making her pussy too hot to ignore. Without conscious planning, her longest finger worked its way into her feminine opening, snaking and winding, seeking to provide sexual pleasure.
Milan hadn’t realized that her clenched inner thighs were smeared white and sticky. She y
earned for an orgasm. Requiring immediate assistance, she reached for the phone to call Sumi. Oh fuck that. She retracted her hand. Sumi’s pussy snaps were pleasurable to her clit, but right now she needed something really hard inside her soaking wet cunt.
Royce? Sure, his wide tongue curled into a thick, dick-like structure; it probed deeply and could reach the right spot, but her pussy needed a good ramming with something much more solid and with more girth.
Lily! Oh, yeah, she could get into a seriously freaky situation with that talented and well-endowed little freak.
She snatched up the receiver and pushed a button. “Sumi,” she said breathlessly, “send Lily to my office.” She realized that her gasping breath communicated her sexual excitement but she couldn’t help it.
“Lily?” Sumi asked nervously.
“Mmm-hmm,” Milan moaned.
She’s….” Sumi paused. “Uh, Lily’s working on…” she stammered, trying to delay the inevitable surrender of her new sex toy.
“I want her,” Milan hissed. “Do you understand me?”
“But—”
“But, nothing. Tell her I said to get her ass in my office, fake titty in hand.”
“Okay, I’ll send her,” Sumi mumbled helplessly. Then she gulped. “I really like her, Milan. You…you’re not going to keep her for yourself, are you?”
“I’m the one who pays Lily’s salary. So stop meddling in my affairs. Like I said, send her to my office right now! I’m horny, dammit!”
Milan lay on the settee with her legs spread. Lily kneeled and considerately lowered her mouth over Milan’s vagina, prepared to provide oral lubrication before inserting her big, flexible boob.
Grunting and writhing with need, Milan inched up, opening her legs even wider, giving the assistant better access to her opened cunt. Lily’s tongue flicked out. A look of surprise came over her face when she realized Milan was already wet. She licked between Milan’s legs, hungrily lapping the tasty glob of stickiness that had been pooling ever since BodySlam had commenced to smacking Mrs. Tamburro’s ass.
No wonder Sumi was hooked on Lily. The girl was a phenomenal pussy eater, and she murmured endearingly as she sipped in streams of Milan’s hot passion.
“I want this to be special,” Lily mewed, and cupped and squeezed one of her breasts.
Taken completely off guard, Milan watched in shocked fascination as Lily began rubbing her boob between both hands, molding the pliant flesh until it became elongated like a bulky cock. Milan thought she’d died and gone to heaven when Lily smoothed out her nipple and sculpted her large areola into a sloping contour that was an exact replica of Big Hammer, the crown of Hilton’s enormous dick.
Lily stroked Milan’s mons. She felt herself ripen at the young assistant’s touch. Pussy juice drizzled as Lily rubbed the firm tip of her titty up and down the soft flesh between Milan’s plump feminine lips. She felt Lily’s nipple begin to harden and knot as it teased the opening of her vagina. Milan shuddered and moaned with pleasure when Lily’s areola crossed the threshold of her inner chamber, followed by her phallic breast, which she plunged inside Milan as far as it would go.
Responding wantonly to the unexpected sensation of the superb titty-fuck, Milan made guttural sounds, winding her hips to meet Lily’s hand-held deep thrusts.
“Oh, yes. Fuck me, bitch. Tear this pussy up. Go deeper, baby. Get all up in it. Give me some more of that long, big-ass titty-dick. Goddamn, goddamn. Girl, you fuck like a man.” She spread her lean legs wider, making her vaginal depth more accessible.
Lily pushed her breast in to the hilt and then slid in and out at a sensual, rhythmic pace. “Feel good?” Lily asked unnecessarily as she worked Milan over.
“Yes!” Milan shouted. “Damn right. You know your shit is good. It’s better than dick,” Milan proclaimed and then felt slightly embarrassed at that admission. Was Lily really fucking her better than Hilton? No! But fuck it, the titty was so good, it had her talking shit that she didn’t mean.
No wonder Sumi was so possessive. Lily had her cussing lewdly, and bucking upward as she met that big titty thrust for thrust. Her fingers splayed and then curled, groping thin air. The assistant was giving it to her so good, Milan threw her legs around Lily’s back, pulled her closer, taking in the nipple and total breast, grinding feverishly against Lily’s chest as she readied herself to bust a big-ass nut.
Deep in the throes of an orgasm, she screamed in passion. Forgetting what or who she was fucking, she drew Lily closer as if trying to squeeze the very life out of the young woman.
“Oh, God!” Lily cried, her high-pitched voice reminding Milan that she was fucking a woman.
But in her mindless and depraved state, Milan didn’t think about the unfeasible act of warm cum squirting out of a woman’s boob and filling her cunt. Nothing mattered; nothing made sense. “Yeah, cum for me, baby,” Milan urged, gyrating lewdly against Lily’s chest.
“Let me go!” Lily fought to pull out, but Milan wouldn’t let her go. She couldn’t. Her pussy was still clenching and needed to remain filled with titty-dick as her massive climax reached its peak.
Finally, spent, Milan unclenched her legs. Lily bolted upright, holding an injured and limp tit.
Milan looked at Lily in horror. “What the hell happened?” She grimaced at Lily’s flattened breast. It looked horrible and lifeless, like a deflated basketball.
Tears spilled down Lily’s face. “You were too rough! You ruptured my implant; it’s leaking,” she cried.
Shocked, Milan covered her mouth. “Eew!” Appalled, she looked down at her thighs, expecting to see a weird-looking liquid substance dripping down her thigh.
“Nothing splattered on you. It’s leaking inside me,” Lily explained tearfully as she cradled her droopy boob.
Milan pointed to the door. “Get out, you nasty, freakish bitch.”
Still cupping her deflated breast, Lily stared at Milan in disbelief. “My boob job was incredibly expensive. Who’s gonna pay for this?” Lily looked down at her damaged tit.
Milan frowned at her pussy, disgusted that she’d allowed Lily to penetrate it with her weird, torpedo tit. She slipped a finger inside, irrationally searching for traces of gooey, silicone leakage. Wearing a horrible grimace and with her legs widely gapped, she waddled toward her private bathroom, convinced that at any moment, disgusting silicone gook would ooze out of her vagina and smear her inner thighs.
“Don’t make me call security. Get out,” she yelled from inside her private bathroom. She yanked a washcloth off a crystal rack and then turned the faucets on full force.
“How can you fire me when you’re the one responsible for this? You ruptured my implant!”
“Send me the bill. Now, get your nasty ass out of here, Lily, and don’t come back. Your position has been terminated,” Milan shouted. Though there wasn’t a trace of evidence to support her fear, she dabbed between her legs and ran the washcloth down her thighs, her lips pursed in revulsion.
Needing to confront the horrible culprit face-to-face once more, she marched to the doorway of the bathroom, still holding the dripping washcloth. “You leaked that nasty shit inside my vagina. Who knows what kind of diseases you’re carrying. Eew!” Milan raved again.
“I don’t have a disease. I told you the silicone is leaking inside my breast. I can’t believe you’re trying to terminate me when you’re responsible for this mess.” She put her top on but continued to protectively cup her injured breast.
“I’m not trying to terminate you!” Milan shrieked. “I own this place and apparently you don’t understand English.” Milan stretched her mouth open as wide as possible and bellowed as she shook the soggy washcloth for emphasis. “You’re fired! How many different ways to do I have to say it? Now, go! Get out of my sight.”
Lily appeared in the doorway of Milan’s bathroom, breathing hard and holding her hanging breast. “I’m going to need surgery to repair this and you’re going to pay for it.” Near tears, Lily’s voice quiv
ered.
“Not a problem. Get an estimate and send me the bill. Whatever.” Wrinkling her nose as if the young assistant smelled bad, Milan waved her off. “Do you understand English? Get off the premises. Leave, Lily. Please.”
Her face beet red, and her shoulders slumped in defeat, Lily finally turned and hurried away.
CHAPTER 17
Her gynecologist was on vacation; she had to make an emergency appointment with the physician who was filling in. Her own GYN knew Milan was a sexual deviant but was never judgmental and somehow managed to keep a straight face whenever Milan came to the office, freaked out over the possibility of an STD or something worse. Despite her doctor’s warnings to be careful and use condoms, Milan continued to lead a reckless sex life.
How was she supposed to tell a total stranger that she’d had an absurd and unprotected titty-fuck and was terrified at the possibility that she’d contracted something unknown? And incurable? Oh, God!
As if things couldn’t get any worse, her secretary told her that her sister, Sweetie, was on the line.
“What!” Milan yelled, unable to hide her irritation.
“Damn, what bug crawled up your ass?”
Milan shuddered at the word bug. “Why would you say something like that?”
“Something like what?”
“Why would you insinuate that I’ve contracted something? How can you be so insensitive?” Milan asked irrationally.
Stunned silent, Sweetie finally asked, “Should I hang up and call again, because you’re trippin’.”
“What is it, Sweetie? What do you want?”
“Don’t be talking down to me. I’m not one of your peon workers. I’ll slap the shit out of you in a heartbeat, Milan. So don’t get it twisted, because I’m not the one.”
Milan fell silent, grateful she was many miles out of her sister’s reach. Sweetie was the older sister and had taught Milan how to defend herself in a fight. She’d give Milan a beatdown in a hot minute if Milan got in her face.
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