Taming Ms Steele Bundle

by Bella Beaumont

  He’d fucked Jenny so hard that night that she had trouble walking for the next week. Colt had turned into an absolute animal—roughly screwing her and leading her around like a wheelbarrow on the motel floor. He’d gaped her needy pussy with his huge cock and left her leaking stinky jizz out of her holes like a good-for-nothing cum-dump.

  Then he’d taken pictures of his sweaty, spunk-ridden conquest. Before leaving Jenny to wallow in her filth, Colton had warned her: “Don’t blackmail me again, or I’ll show these pictures to your son and fuck you in front of him.”

  Jenny was scared that he would actually do it, too. She had seen that primal look in his eyes while he railed her. Gone was the nice, kind boy that had grown up in her backyard with her son Ethan.

  Colton Cunningham was a monster in the bedroom with a mean streak that he hid from everyone.

  Jenny loved it. Besides aching for his thick, long cock and big juicy balls, she also loved his dominant nature in the sack.

  Her ex-husband had been a rich little Napoleon with a tiny prick and very little skill in the bedroom. She felt like she needed to make up for lost time, being with Eliot for so many years, and Colton was the perfect tool to do it.

  After that fateful night, Jenny’s mind had wandered to the future. She needed more powerful dickings from Colt, but knew she had to be smart about it. She was mortified at the idea of her son getting hold of those pictures of her—pussy spewing thick cum, her bulbous asscheeks red from all the spanking, her tummy bruised from the boy’s swinging nutsack.

  She had to tempt Colton with something other than blackmail—had to seduce him the good old fashioned way. But luckily, that hadn’t been difficult to do.

  For all of his harsh words, Colton was still a teenager with raging hormones. He was utterly horny all the time, which was just what Jenny had been hoping for.

  It had taken less than a week for her to come up with some excuse to bring him over to the house while Ethan was out.

  It had been a planned event, too: Ethan was out with his football buddies, and had invited his bestie Colton, but Colton had said he was with his girlfriend, Gabby.

  That had been a lie—an excuse as to why he couldn’t hang out with Ethan and the boys.

  Instead, he’d waited for the go-ahead from Jenny, that her son was gone from the house, and then drove over to punish her some more.

  They had hardly spoken two words to each other before Jenny’s skimpy skirt was ringed around her ankles, her legs were flailing in the air, and Colton’s face was stuck to her muff like glue.

  Colt sucked some more on her pussy lips and sent Jenny reeling, his fingers moving to the outsides of her legs and digging even deeper into her flesh. He was white-knuckling as he went down on her.

  She moved her hands from her head to her thighs, to pull her legs closer to her body, until her knees pushed against her fat knockers. Her eyes went heavenward, to the ceiling, and clamped shut to try to contain herself.

  Seismic shockwaves racked her body every time Colton’s tongue prodded inside of her. Her butt nearly jumped off the couch.

  In her younger years, when she had been a more flexible woman, she would have been able to hike her legs behind her shoudlerblades and neck. It would’ve been an excellent strategy now, but she couldn’t do it without pulling a muscle. Instead, she just kept her knees squishing her boobs, while Colton ate her pussy buffet.

  “How are you s-so fucking good at this?!” she wondered aloud, then clenched her muscles as her orgasm rolled through her body. Her pussy muscles squeezed down on Colton’s tongue and made him snort like a wild bronco.

  As she climaxed, her hands instinctively went down to Colton’s head. She hadn’t seen his face for years, it felt like, and he’d been there as long as an Olympic diver. He was completely determined in his work.

  Jenny’s hands rummaged through Colton’s curly brown hair, and the nerve endings of touching another body sent more shockwaves through her. She took fistfuls of hair and pulled on him until he growled at her like an barbarian.

  While he ate her pussy, his nose poked her clit and rubbed it in a slow rhythm.

  She squeezed her legs as tight as she could, until her watermelon-busting thighs wrapped around the boy’s head. As she leg-locked Colton’s neck, she cupped the back of his head and shoved his face deeper into her twat. She wanted her dripping fluids all over his face, lathered on his sculpted features.

  “Come on, fuck, I keep cumming! Stick that giant fucking dick in me!” Jenny screamed. “I’m wetter than a fucking waterfall over here, Colt!” Even as she said it, she removed her leg lock.

  She could feel her slimy juices dripping down her legs, trickling past the curves of her buttcheeks. Colton kept lapping up those sticky fluids like a parched dog.

  She couldn’t wait to feel his hard, throbbing cock in her greedy little cunt. She was still as tight as girls half her age—thanks to her husband’s petty pecker, she imagined—and she wanted to be stretched and gaped like a stupid fucking slut.

  She needed cock like a fish needs water.

  The sexual dynamic between the two lovers was interesting. She often felt in control—their entire affair had been instigated and propagated by her, after all—but she also knew that Colton was just playing with her. After the glorious domination she’d been subjected to at the motel, she knew that she had very little power once Colton got going. He was stronger than her, tougher than her, and could easily put her in her place.

  She wanted to be put in her place. She wanted to be degraded and fucked until she couldn’t feel anything. She wanted a numb pussy and a foggy mind. She wanted her tongue to be lolling out of her mouth like a brain-dead bitch in heat.

  But Colton wouldn’t stop eating her out.

  What the fuck? she thought.

  She tried to scoot back on the couch, but there was nowhere to go—her spine was up against the cushioned seatback.

  Colton suddenly lifted himself from his knees, squatting at the edge of the couch, but he kept his face embedded in her muff. As he rose, he lifted Jenny’s legs higher, which caused her to fold like a lawnchair.

  She yelled as her big ass lifted off the couch and wobbled in the air. Her tits fell back and plopped on her face while she was basically turned upside down. Her head now rested in the little nook between the couch seat and the couch back.

  Colton held onto her legs like chopsticks—one shin in each hand.

  His face slobbered on her pussy like a pitbull. He looked like he was eating a corncob, he slurped her cunt so noisily.

  Jenny’s eyes jumbled around aimlessly in her head. She couldn’t speak past the muffling tits over her mouth. She licked the tops of her own boobs and tasted her sweat.

  Colton abruptly let go of her legs and they fell. Her butt crashed down onto the couch and she felt weightless for a moment as her legs dropped, until her feet smacked against the floor at Colton’s sides.

  She breathed shallowly, her tits rising and falling so fast that it looked like they were bouncing. Her whole body was drenched in sweat.

  She really hoped that Ethan was having fun with his friends at the movies, and wouldn’t be back for a while, because she was in no condition to do any parenting right now.

  Colton stood to his full height in front of her. His shadow loomed over her like a monolith. She stared up at him with wide eyes, but could hardly see past the silhouette of his face.

  Her eyes ventured downward, until they landed on the huge bulge at his crotch. His jeans protruded outward like a bowling ball between his legs. The anaconda he shoved down his trousers lingered down his thigh and made a glorious outline of his pants.

  He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

  Jenny held her breath, eager for that monster to pop out.

  Colton un-looped his belt from his pants, which made Jenny quirk her eyebrows.

  Am I about to get spanked by this teenage boy?

  With his belt in both hands and his zipper down, his pan
ts were held up solely by his mountainous bulge.

  Jenny reached up greedily, to try to snatch his pants and yank them down. She got close to reaching, but then Colton smacked her hands away.

  She frowned, confused at what was happening.

  Colton smacked his belt in his palm and it rang out like a thunderclap.

  Jenny flinched.

  Colton smiled down at her, a cruel grin on his lovely, shaded face.

  “W-What’s going on?” she asked timidly.

  For the first time in a while, she didn’t feel in control whatsoever. The power dynamic had shifted absolutely.

  She felt like a scared little deer. Her body trembled, but not from orgasmic aftershocks—she shook out of fear.

  Finally, Colton lowered his pants.

  He wore no boxers or underwear. His giant cock flopped out and immediately lifted up from his thigh like SpaceX shooting into the atmosphere. It curved and stood straight out, a thick juicy javelin that throbbed with anticipation. His thick, cum-filled nuts drooped down between his legs, his whole sack weighted down by the oversized testicles inside. There were pressure strains at the top of his sack, making them look more wrinkled than they actually were. In actuality, his balls were hairless and smooth, and they wouldn’t even fit into Andre the Giant’s palm due to their size.

  Jenny licked her lips and then smacked them together. Her face lit up as the fear behind her eyes diminished.

  The older woman went onto her back and spread her legs in the air like an obedient mistress, awaiting her master’s pounding. She was still in an awkward stance—head smooshed against the seatback, her chin pressed down to her collar.

  She smiled up at him, her eyebrows raised as if to say, “Well? Doesn’t that wet hole look like a nice place to put your rock-hard cock?”

  Colton towered over her and moved forward. His thick veiny cock waved in the air from side to side.

  He took his belt in both hands, in the shape of an upside down U, or a horseshoe, and then lassoed it around the back of Jenny’s neck.

  Then he lowered himself toward her.

  Jenny’s expression widened as the massive, bell-shaped cockhead grew bigger in her eyes. It neared her face and her jaw dropped open instinctively. She felt tied up and useless from the belt wrapped around her neck, even though Colton hadn’t put any pressure on it yet.

  Then Colton was punching the tip of his dick against her full lips. Her tasted manly and sweaty, and the precum dabbling his dickhole had a sour, salty tinge to it.

  She was slightly disappointed that he hadn’t immediately gone for her soppy pussy, but that disappointment vanished once the boy’s tremendous cock pushed past her lips and lodged itself in her mouth.

  Her jaw separated and she felt choked from his initial push. The asphyxiation came almost immediately, as the cock plugged her esophagus and sunk deeper into her gullet.

  Her eyes watered and squinted involuntarily. Tears ran down her cheeks, mucking up her makeup.

  Colton pulled back on his makeshift reins, forcing Jenny’s head forward. The belt strap bit into the back of her neck as he pulled on her and lowered her face on the width of his shaft.

  She let out a harsh gagging sound and a muffled cough once there was six inches of cockmeat down her throat.

  Colton used the belt as a tool to control her head. He fucked her face, but without moving his hips. Instead, he just handled her like a mare, pushing and pulling on the belt strap in order to force more of his thick cock down her throat.

  Jenny snorted, her face turning red. Snot bubbles popped and dripped down to Colton’s veiny cockshaft. Her eyes turned nearly as red as her face as she lost the ability to breathe and succumbed to Colton’s devious throatfucking.

  Her neck bulged every time Colton’s cock pushed into her gullet. Every minute or so, he would pull his cock out far enough so that Jenny could get a single, long-winded breath—so she wouldn’t pass out.

  Still, her vision darkened around the edges and she started to panic, all while Colton casually facefucked her like a sex doll.

  He laughed at her struggles.

  He said, “You’ve been a naughty MILF whore, Jenny, and must be punished. I’m sure you understand. I still haven’t forgiven you for blackmailing me.”

  “Mmmphh!” Jenny mumbled back. “Grrrck!”

  “Yes, I know you’re sorry. But until your throat is as sore as your stupid sweet pussy, we won’t be even. I’m sure you understand who controls who in this situation now, don’t you?”

  Jenny sputtered and nodded.

  Colton yanked hard on the belt. He grunted as his cock dove down Jenny’s neck. “You have no power here, Ms. Steele. You’re my little whorish cock-sleeve and nothing else, understand?”

  Jenny nodded.

  “Gabby is a kinder, gentler soul than you will ever be. She’s a real woman—you’re just a bitch. Got it?”

  Jenny kept nodding, tears streaming down her cheeks now.

  Her mind was afire, but all she could think of was trying to breathe. She didn’t want to fall unconscious and let Colton punish her without even knowing what was going on.

  The sounds emanating from her throat were lewd and sloppy. Drool seeped down her lips and chin. Her face perspired so heavily that it soaked through her makeup.

  She was becoming an utter mess.

  The tears streaming down her cheeks were twofold now—one because she couldn’t breathe, and two because she felt sad that Colton would talk to her in such a way.

  Yes, he was being domineering and commanding, but she hated to hear that he loved his girlfriend still—that she hadn’t broken up that little love affair.

  Jenny realized that she was the bad guy in this. She was the adulterer and homewrecker. That’s how Colton saw it, and that’s how it was.

  All I want is that dumb fat cock in my fucking puss! Skewer me, you dumb fucking oaf!

  Colton loosened his grip on the belt. Jenny immediately pulled her head back, sliding the boy’s girthy cock out of her mouth.

  She coughed and choked once she was free, feeling air whistle down her stretched throat. She closed her eyes to try to get a hold of herself.

  She heard a violent fapping sound, and when she opened her peepers, she saw Colton jerking off right in front of her face.

  She barely had time to frown before he unloaded all over her. His jizz shot out like a cannon and pelted against her forehead and cheeks.

  She recoiled, but it was no use—she was still caught in his belt-trap and her head was barely mobile.

  His thick load poured over her, showering her in viscous filth.

  If her face was messy and mucked-up before, now it was destroyed. His cum mingled with her makeup and created a sludge of thick goo.

  She closed her eyes, but could still feel the splotches of cum dribbling toward the edges of her eyelids.

  His spunk was warm and tasty. Her entire face was covered, and then it dripped like hot wax off her chin and cheeks.

  When he was done painting her face, he slapped his heavy cock down on her nose and rubbed it all over. His big smelly balls rested against her chin.

  The smell is so overwhelming!

  “Here’s the deal,” Colton began, lifting his cock away from Jenny’s tortured mug. He lifted his jeans and stuffed himself back in, creating another hearty bulge.

  He reached into a pocket and produced a little device. Jenny had seen it before—she owned something very similar.

  “This is a remote-controlled vibrator that you’re going to wear throughout your day. I’m going to torment you and make you cum through your panties while you go about your daily business, understand?”

  Jenny nodded dumbly. How could she deny him? If it meant she would finally get his cock again, she would do almost anything.

  “Once your panties are soaked through, I want you to show me the damage. Maybe then I’ll stuff your stupid cunt again.”

  Jenny frowned. “Y-You mean . . . I don’t get any dick righ
t now?”

  Colton shook his head. “Ethan will probably be back soon anyway. You wouldn’t want him walking in on us, would you? Or are you that perverted?”

  “N-No . . .”

  “You know how long I take to cum once I get going, Ms. Steele. I never stop. There simply aren’t enough hours in the day to satisfy your cock craving, woman.”

  What horseshit! Jenny’s mind screamed. When did this punk turn into a philosopher?! I don’t need you to tell me there isn’t enough time—I just need you to plug my tiny pussy with your giant donkey dick!

  Jenny clenched her jaw, feeling utterly frustrated. Yes, she had climaxed twice, but that wasn’t enough! It was never enough.

  “Don’t pout, Jennifer,” Colton said. “If you obey my commands, you’ll be impaled on my meatrod soon enough, okay?”

  Jenny slowly nodded. Fucking blue-ball overload!

  Colton went to his knees and unceremoniously stuck the little pleasure device in her sopping pussy. She flinched as it sunk in.

  Then he stood up, smiled, and pressed a button.

  Jenny grimaced and clenched her body as a lightning bolt of delight racked her body.

  “Perfect,” Colton muttered.

  Fine, I’ll play along, Jenny thought. What other choice do I have?

  “How long do I have to wear this . . . master?” she asked.

  “Until I see you next.”

  Jenny’s eyes widened. Colton didn’t elaborate—he simply grinned cruelly at her and turned around to leave.

  Before he left the house, he said over his shoulder, “And I want you texting me about how it makes you feel, so I know you’re wearing it. Got it?”

  “Y-Yes . . .”

  Then he was gone.

  Thirty seconds after a he had left, Jenny still lay on her back, confused, dumbfounded, and angry. Her pussy was on fire and her face was sticky and coated like a glazed donut.

  Bzzzt!

  Her body trembled and she let out a yelp as the little buzzing device lit up her pussy once more.

  Jenny knew she was in for it—Colton was already toying with her, and he’d only just left the house.