Unstoppable

by Scott Hildreth

  “Holy…”

  “Fuck,” she said as she fought for her next breath, saliva running out of her mouth and along her cheeks.

  Her head being upside down made the entire process of witnessing this fiasco a little bit more interesting. Now, gasping for air, the saliva ran from her mouth and dripped around her eyes.

  “You fucking love it, don’t you?” I bellowed.

  “I do…” she coughed.

  “I love it sir…” she paused and caught her breath.

  “More,” she begged as she began to pinch her nipples in between her fingers and thumbs.

  “Open,” I demanded.

  I pressed my cock slowly and steadily into her mouth as I reached for her neck. As I began to squeeze her neck in my hand, I pushed my hips forward and held pressure against the obstruction inside her throat. I stared at the three remaining inches of my cock that wasn’t in her throat, and pressed a little harder. Naturally, I wanted to attempt to force it all inside of her, but the obstruction prevented it. In the same place, each time, my cock stopped short.

  As I pressed my cock into her throat, I began to talk shit.

  “Here in a minute, I’m going to just fuck you into a pile of worn out flesh, do you understand that?” I asked gruffly.

  I no more than finished speaking, and I felt her throat convulse, followed by an audible pop. The remaining three inches of my cock disappeared into her mouth. When it did, I felt my cock fill her throat with my left hand as I squeezed her neck. Holy fuck, this is cool. As my balls pressed against the space between her upper lip and nose, my watering eyes opened wide, and I smiled at my accomplishment.

  Well, her accomplishment.

  Our accomplishment.

  My entire cock was in her throat. Every fucking inch of it. This was a first. I stared in awe of what had happened. After what may have been several seconds, I noticed she was blinking her eyes rapidly. Maybe this was some sort of a submissive sign to stop, hell I didn’t know. Reluctantly, I pulled my cock from her mouth.

  She sat up and pressed her palms against her chest as she heaved for breath. As she gasped for air, she sounded like someone who had come up for a breath at the swimming pool after trying to swim all the way to the bottom, not knowing of the pressure at that depth. As her breathing began to become less labored, she lowered herself back onto the motorcycle seat.

  “Holy fuck. That was hot,” she said as she lowered the back of her head onto the fender again.

  Her head, resting on the fender, shook as the motorcycle sat running, the exhaust note rumbling through the garage.

  Jesus H. Christ. She actually enjoyed that. Impossible. No one likes this shit.

  Her face was covered in saliva and mascara. Hell, being dominant is as good as being in a fist fight. Maybe better. I really wanted to fuck her, but I needed to see my cock disappear into her throat again before we moved on to anything else. As the motorcycle vibrated and the exhaust filled the garage, I wondered how breathing all of these fumes may affect us.

  “Open your goddamned mouth again,” I growled as I held the base of my rock-hard cock in my right hand.

  Her mouth didn’t immediately open, which by Dom standards, I am certain, was breaking some sort of Dom law. Backlash was necessary. With tears running down my cheeks from the exhaust fumes, I raised my cock a foot over her head and swung it like a bat.

  Whack!

  Her cheek was now covered with two red cock shaped marks. Promptly, she shook her upside down head from side to side to regain her wits. As soon as her head stopped moving and her eyes opened I cock-slapped her face again for good measure.

  Whack!

  “I should just beat you to death with this big fucker,” I shouted, “Open that mouth of yours, slut.”

  The slut word just kind of slipped out. I was so used to calling Liv a slut, it just came out without thought. A heat of the moment mistake. I waited for her to complain, but the opposite happened.

  “Oh God. I’m your little slut. Your filthy little slut. Just for you. Use me up,” she whined.

  Not certain if she was done speaking or not, I shoved my cock into her mouth as she was saying Use me up. Before the word up actually came all the way out, my cock was on its way in. I bent my knees slightly, let go of my cock, and gripped her neck with both hands. As I squeezed her neck firmly in my hands, I pressed my hips toward her face.

  Pop.

  Oh fuck yes. All the way in.

  Slowly, I pulled my cock free of her throat, and out of her mouth. As soon as the head of it rested against her lips, I shoved it back into her mouth and down her throat.

  Pop.

  My balls pressed against the tip of her nose, and as I squeezed her neck, I felt my cock in her throat. Holy fuck I like this. Dominance, or at least this type, is fucking great. I was beginning to fucking love it. I pulled my cock two-thirds the way out and immediately shoved it back in deep. I continued this over and over like a man possessed. The popping noise eventually diminished, and I was now fucking her throat like it was a wet pussy. Her face, covered in saliva and mascara, made her look like a B-Rate horror movie actress.

  I blinked my eyes a few times and wiped the tears from my face. The exhaust fumes had become unbearable.

  Holy fuck I wish I could open the garage door.

  I looked down at her drool covered face with my cock buried deep in her mouth. Almost instantly, I came to the realization that I was in charge. I released her neck from my grasp, pulled my cock from her mouth, and quickly slapped her with it three times hard as I could.

  Whack!

  Whack!

  Whack!

  Confused, she looked up at me, her face covered with cock shaped welts.

  “I’m opening the God damned garage door, and letting some air in this motherfucker,” I coughed as I walked to the push-button pad that was on the wall beside the door leading into the house.

  As she gasped for her next breath, I walked over, pressed the button, and rubbed my watering eyes. As the door slowly opened, a breeze rushed in. I gulped the fresh air like a fish gulping floating food at the top of an aquarium. As the exhaust began to filter out of the garage, I walked over to the motorcycle and turned off the engine. When it stopped running, she turned and looked my direction and sat up on the seat.

  I raised my index finger in the air and waved it back and forth.

  I’m dominant, bitch don’t question me.

  Almost immediately, she lowered her head and shamefully looked down at the garage floor.

  “Listen to me, you little slut. Stand up,” I demanded.

  “But I’m naked and the door is open,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Do I look fucking stupid? They might be overcome by exhaust fumes, but I have fucking eyes. I know you’re naked, I can see you. Get the fuck up and don’t make me ask again, you slut,” I snapped as I rubbed the tears from my eyes.

  “What do you want me to…” she asked.

  “I want you to God damned pay attention,” I coughed into my hand as I scowled her direction.

  Standing in the garage stark naked, the wind felt good against my skin. I looked down at my Chuck’s and realized I hadn’t made it to the mall yet to get my new pair. As I raised my gaze to her, she was sitting on the motorcycle as if she were riding it, staring at the front of the garage.

  “Do you have a pair of Chuck’s?” I asked.

  “What?” she responded slowly.

  “Do you have a pair of God damned Chuck’s?” this attempt to be dominant was thwarted by my laughter and a little coughing.

  “Now you’ve got me choked up, God damn it. Do you have…” I tried to stop laughing.

  “Yes, yes I do. I’m sorry sir, I didn’t fully understand you,” she responded.

  “Well, go get them on,” I demanded.

  “Is that all? Chuck’s?” she asked.

  “Well, I didn’t tell you to get anything else, did I?” I howled.

  “No sir,
” she responded as she got off the motorcycle.

  “Come here,” I shook my head in exaggerated frustration and rolled my eyes.

  “Kneel,” I said as I pointed at my feet.

  As if she did this type of thing on a daily basis, she gracefully walked in front of me, dropped to her knees, looked up into my eyes and blinked. I looked down at her face and shook my head.

  “Open,” I muttered as I rolled my eyes and shook my cock in my hand.

  Her mouth dropped open, and I immediately slapped her across the lips with the head of my cock. Saliva flew from her mouth across the garage floor. The instant she recovered from the cock-slap, I forced my length into her mouth and down her throat. As soon as my balls were against her chin, I pulled my cock from her mouth.

  “I’m not even going to let you suck my cock. Get up, go get your shoes on, and get back out here. Understand?” I asked.

  “Yes sir,” she responded as she stood.

  She walked barefoot across the floor and up the steps into the house. Her tight little ass shook as she walked through the door. I realized as the door closed that I had no idea what her name was or how old she was. At this point in time I guess it didn’t matter. For now, she’d be my little fiery brunette. I have never been in a sexual role as a Dom, and have never had a submissive female as a sexual partner, at least not that I was aware of. This could definitely be something that I could get used to.

  As she stepped into the garage, my eyes immediately widened. Thin, great legs, nice perky tits, and completely naked - less the Chuck’s she was wearing, she was a huge fucking turn on. I turned and looked out the garage door into the driveway. Her car was parked in the driveway, close to the door. Although not completely, it partially blocked the view to the garage. The house faced east, and as it was afternoon, the sun wasn’t shining directly into the garage. As I turned to face her, she was standing directly in front of me - no doubt waiting for instructions.

  I looked around the fairly empty garage for anything to make this experience a little better than just a typical sexual romp. I glanced at my fiery brunette and smiled. As if it were planned, I walked to the side of the motorcycle, stepped over it, and sat in the seat.

  “Go get that duct tape off of the hook on the wall and come here,” I said as I pointed to the roll of tape that hung from the hook on the wall.

  “The what?” she asked as she turned to face the wall where I had pointed.

  “The tape. See that roll of grey tape on the wall?” I asked as I nodded toward the wall.

  “Oh yeah. Duck tape,” she smiled.

  I shook my head, “Yeah, the duck tape.”

  “And what’s in the boxes over there?” I asked as I pointed to several boxes that were placed on a shelf over the hooks that hung on the wall.

  “Uhhm. Well, holiday stuff. Christmas. Halloween…”

  “What’s in the Halloween box?” I asked.

  “Masks and decorations and stuff,” she responded as she pulled the duct tape from the hook on the wall.

  “What kind of masks?” I gripped the handlebars of the bike, tilted my head toward the box, and stared curiously.

  “Uhhm, I dunno. Let me see,” she said as she dropped the tape to the floor and pulled the box from the shelf.

  Bent over, her hands pulled at the tape that sealed the top of the box. To me, it seemed natural for us to be in the garage naked. To any outsider that may happen upon us, I’m sure we’d look like a couple of freaks.

  “Uhhm, a Richard Nixon mask, some plastic pumpkins, a Bill Clinton mask. Uhhm a unicorn mask, and…” she said softly as she rummaged through the box.

  “Unicorn mask?” I raised my eyebrows in wonder.

  “Yep. Unicorn,” she said as she pulled the mask from the box.

  A large rubber mask shaped like the head of a unicorn dangled from her clenched fist. I’d always wondered about the people that wore the furry suits and fucked each other. To me, they defined freaks. Fucking a human sized furry rabbit or a dog would just be weird. Hell, I doubt I could stay hard if I had to fuck a girl in a furry dog suit. Something about fucking someone in a mask kind of appealed to me.

  To me, the excitement would be more from not knowing who was under the mask than the mask itself. I knew who she was, so it took away from some of the fun and excitement. Well, technically, I knew what she looked like. I still didn’t know her name or any specifics.

  “I’ve always wanted to fuck someone in a mask. I just don’t know about a Unicorn,” I shook my head and stared at her, uncertain if I wanted to do this or not.

  “Unicorns barf rainbows and poop gold dust. Well, they can poop rainbows or gold dust,” she said in a serious tone.

  “They shit rainbows?” I asked dryly.

  “Yep. Rainbows and gold dust,” she giggled.

  “You know what they say, don’t you?” she asked as she lifted the mask over her head.

  “What’s that?” I responded.

  “Always be yourself. Unless you can be a unicorn. Then always be a unicorn,” she laughed as she pulled the mask over her face.

  “I don’t know if I can fuck a unicorn. But Bill Clinton will fuck anything - he proved it. Hand me the Bill Clinton mask, Bill will fuck a unicorn,” I laughed.

  I did my best not to laugh as my submissive unicorn walked toward me with the rubber mask covering her face and neck as it resting on her shoulders. The twisted rubber horn rose from the forehead of the mask about two feet in the air in front of her as she approached.

  “Hurs dah Brrl Clindon mfff,” her muffled voice barely escaped the mass of mystical rubber that hid her face.

  I held the mask in front of me and stared at the distorted rubber face. It looked just like President Clinton, only rubber. I raised the mask to my head and chuckled, knowing I wasn’t the first person to wear a Bill Clinton mask and have a girl suck his cock. Certain there was a group of people somewhere with presidential fetishes, I stretched the mask over my head and stood up from the motorcycle seat.

  I’ve always been mean as any man could ever be. When the time comes to throw down and fight, I’m always first in line. Hell, two nights ago, I beat the shit out of a gun-wielding car thief. Mike Ripton - mean, tough, a man with a purpose.

  But today? Today was different. Today I stood in the garage of someone I didn’t know; stark naked with the exception of my Chuck’s, wearing a Bill Clinton Halloween mask. As I peered through the small eyes holes of my political disguise, the girl with no name wore a unicorn mask, naked from her Chuck’s up.

  As she waited for me to shove her full of my presidential cock, I silently laughed. I often get myself into situations that are different than any other sane thirty year old male would be in. Ridiculous shit. A few weeks or a month later, when I thought of what had happened; I’d always ask myself, Ripp, what the fuck were you thinking? The answer was always the same thing.

  Sex. Sex is my weakness. Sex is the common denominator in all of the misguided horseshit I get myself into. Fucking is a drug to me, and this submissive unicorn had become addictive.

  “Bend over,” I demanded, pointing to the motorcycle seat.

  She turned to face me and tilted her horn to the side. A muffled grunt came from her mask. Trying to hear, while wearing one of these damned things, is nearly impossible. Speaking in a manner that someone else can hear is equally difficult.

  “What?” I yelled.

  “Huh?” she screamed back.

  I couldn’t really view this as disobeying a dominant command. My submissive unicorn was basically deaf. I reached out, grabbed her hand, and led her to the motorcycle. As I stood beside the motorcycle holding her hand, I had a revelation.

  I stepped over the motorcycle and sat down on the seat. I held my left hand in the air and raised my index finger as I began stroking my now somewhat soft cock with my right hand. As I became hard, I slapped my thigh with my left hand and pointed to my lap. Her horn tilted to the side as if she were confused. The rubber eyes on eithe
r side of her head made me wonder how a unicorn could ever see anything.

  I pulled her hand toward me and slapped my lap again. It became obvious that she finally understood my desire when she stepped over the seat and rested her ass onto my thighs. Lightly grasping each of her wrists, I guided her hands to the handlebars. Her back now against my chest, I reached down and lifted the palms of my hands against her butt, raising her off of my lap a few inches.

  As her ass hovered over my thighs, I raised my hips and guided myself into her wet pussy. Her initial reaction of rising up from my lap changed to a slow steady push against the tip of my cock. As my entire length slowly disappeared into her wet pussy, I placed my hands on her waist and my fingertips against her hip bones.

  Her petite frame and light weight made it easy for me to move her around. Gripping the small of her waist, I raised and lowered her onto my cock more rapidly with each stroke. Within a few minutes, she was taking the entire length into her warm, wet pussy. My pace was that of a jackhammer, slamming her ass into my thighs as I pressed down on her hips.

  Her screams and shouts were muffled by the five pounds of rubber she had stretched over her face. Although she eventually took my entire cock into her pussy without complaint – at least none that I was able to hear, she was extremely tight. At this pace I doubted I’d last a few more minutes.

  Not being able to speak during sex seemed odd to me, considering the fact that I typically talked a mad line of shit while I was fucking. I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of her pussy as I continued to slam her ass into my thighs.

  Through the slits in my rubber mask, I peered at the hand controls of the motorcycle. I released one of her hips and flipped the ignition switch on. A green glow from the instruments confirmed the neutral position of the transmission. As I held her other hip in my hand, I pressed the start button and started the engine. The rumble and vibration of the motorcycle provided a different level of satisfaction. Her hands still on the controls, I rested my palm against the outside of her hand which was gripping the throttle, and twisted the engine to a loud roar a few times.

  I squeezed her hip in my hand again and forced her down onto my cock completely. As her ass continued to bounce against my thighs, I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of her tight, wet pussy around the girth of my cock. The feeling of her on my lap, her soaking wet pussy, and the motorcycle vibrating and rumbling proved to be far more than I was prepared for.