Geis Ch. 10 (Patreon)

Chapter Ten: The Queen of Hearts

Anymore, Kendall showers twice a day. She starts her mornings with a hot shower, checking her body for hair and sometimes passing a razor over her smooth flesh just to be safe. In the afternoons, once James leaves, she showers again to wash his semen from her body. The latter is a ritual of guilt. At this point, Kendall has come to enjoy the sticky feeling of James’ semen clinging and oozing along her skin. At this point, she views herself both as his slut and his property, but showering is opening a door for her. It is letting her return to her old-new life without carrying so much of the guilt of her new-new life with her.

The problem is, however, that the house reeks of James. Her living room in particular carries the stains of his scent in the floorboards and in the fabric of the couch, and the bedroom is almost as bad. James has, so far, used her so thoroughly in both rooms that no matter where her eyes fall, she finds memories of him everywhere she looks.

She fingers herself often, and she hides her body completely from Jackson. She doesn’t even give him glimpses of her cleavage anymore, reserving her most private regions for James’ exclusive enjoyment. In under two weeks, James has reduced her to his puppet, his toy to play with when he is bored or horny, and though Kendall should find it horrifying, any extended amount of time spent thinking about it only turns her on.

The problem is that any comparison made between Jackson and James is never kind. Jackson is, if she is honest, objectively better looking. He is also shorter than James and carries himself much more demurely. He has a nice voice and dark eyes, but he doesn’t grunt the way that James does during climax, and his climaxes themselves were not nearly as impressive. James, meanwhile, could spank her to an orgasm so good that it would leave her legs numb.

Beyond that, James has insinuated himself into her family. Both her mother and brother have become playthings for his larger, superior cock. Were she just some lone, loon slut, Kendall might have been convinced of her wrong-doing. That two other people--two family members, no less--have been reduced to sex-slaves for James just like she has only serves to validate her situation and feelings.

She still feels guilty, but never when James is there, and each no orgasm finds the following guilt lingering less and less. As she dresses, with the plug showing through her underwear, she finds herself growing excited at the thought of seeing James, and she pulls on a second blouse to hide her swollen nipples. Shorts are next, and then sweats over that to hide the plug. Kendall wants Jackson completely ignorant of what she has become, both for her sake and for his.

Kendall makes the trip to drop off Jackson and the girls. On the way back, she stops to change. Her thin top shows the shape and color of her nipples as they swell against it in defiant arousal. Her panties have already grown wet with her want, and she smiles when she finds James waiting in his truck when she arrives.

He pulls into the drive and then hurries to meet James at his truck. She climbs heavily from the driver side and stares openly at her cleavage as he closes the door. Kendall moves her arms, hooking her hands in front of her and forcing her breasts together for him. She smiles as his eyes linger. “Good morning, daddy.”

James grunts and cups her ass. Leading her, he moves laboriously toward the front door. Sometimes, his big body worries her. Having subjugated both her and her mother has only made his indolence worse, it seems, and were she not so infatuated with his dick, she would confront him over his diet. After two years of trying, though, she knows that James wants her quiet and obedient, so she follows him closely and attends to his wants.

Even with all of his weight, Kendall has come to think he is handsome. His eyes alone make her moist and warm. They stop at the door together, and James waits patiently as Kendall moves forward to open it for him. Inside, he goes straight to the bed while she rushes to fetch him a beer. When she returns, she finds James standing with his pants open, his briefs swollen with his manhood. Even limp, James remains quite formidable. When offered the beer, he takes it and swats her on the ass. “C’mon, slut. Set it up. We ain’t got all day.”

“Right, sorry,” Kendall murmurs, climbing onto the bed to move Jackson’s pillow. She sets it in the center of the bed while pushing the other pillows off. James eyes her ass as she moves, watches the fabric of the shorts ride up between her cheeks and assume the shape of the plug. It seems to him that she has been true to her word so far and, soon, he will be training her asshole with his person.

Thinking this, James reaches out and cups her ass, stopping her body and holding her in place. Kendall smiles back at him over her shoulder and lowers her upper body to show off her ass even more. James, meanwhile, smacks her ass for the second time since arriving. He watches her flesh shake before saying, “Shit, you got a fine ass, Kendall. Gonna be sweet when I stick my dick up in it.”

Kendall giggles and shakes her rear at him. “I agree,” she says, though her feelings are more complex than excitement. At this point, she is willing to open up every part of her body to James, but that obedience doesn’t prevent her fear. James is a big man, and this is virgin territory he wants to explore.

Thumbing the plug through her shorts, James grins. He forces it slightly deeper and feels Kendall shiver and moan. Reaching back with both hands, she cups her ass cheeks and holds them apart. James’ thumb drifts, finding her wet crotch and rubbing her. Moving carefully, he slips his thumb past her panties and into her smooth, yielding pussy. With his thumb inside of her and his thick fingers holding her steady, James growls, “Fuck, you’re so much hotter as a slut than you ever were as a girlfriend.” He pulls her shorts aside afterward and stares at her stretched asshole holding the plug in place as her pink folds hug his thumb. “You still ain’t let the cuck anywhere near this fat ass of yours, have you?

Kendall snorts a laugh. “No, daddy,” she purrs. “My ass is completely virgin and all for you.” She says it with a hint of pride, as if glad to have saved at least one part for a deserving man like James. By her own reasoning, he isn’t good, but as of right now he is the only man that matters. Meanwhile, James removes his thumb and takes hold of her plug, removing it slowly and watching the way her rosebud seems to flex around it in an effort to suck it back in. Kendall winces in mixed pain and pleasure as he removes it completely. Then, smiling back at James, wiggles her ass again. “What’re you thinking about, daddy? Too excited to wait?”

James returns the plug with a laugh and, once it is buried to the base, slaps her hard on the ass afterward. “Eventually, slut, but I want you ready for me. I ain’t gonna break my dick trying to open up your ass, cause if it's anything like your pussy, it might just crush me.”

Kendall smiles thoughtfully at him, gazing at his tented briefs. The thick, long shape of his manhood shows through the stretched fabric of his underwear, capped by a thick, dark stain of precum. He still isn’t erect by her estimation, but his limp dick is enough to put to shame any other man she has ever known. She chews her bottom lip while staring, wanting more and more with each passing moment to be ruined by him.

James gives another hard swat on her ass before taking a particularly large drink and burping afterward. “Okay, that’s enough of that,” he says, “Now it’s your turn. Get off the bed and get my pants off.”

Sliding smoothly from the bed, Kendall kneels at his feet and removes his pants completely. James steps out of them, revealing his fat, hairy thighs which jiggle with his movements. Kendall kisses and sniffs them before nuzzling his underwear. She removes those with her teeth, taking his fat shaft across her face and enjoying the warm weight of it.  She giggles as she slides his briefs down completely, kissing his crown on the way back up and licking up the precum leaking from it.

James grins while watching her. “Enjoying yourself, slut?”

“Mmhmm.” As James steps out of his briefs, Kendall caresses his thighs. She nuzzles his testicles, too, breathing him in before showering him with kisses and hugs. James is hot and dense against her cheek, and though she enjoys it, she also imagines him inside of her as she tastes him. The way he fills her brings her only pleasure despite her elasticity. She remains tight, but she opens readily for her daddy.

Taking her by the hair, James caresses his swelling shaft with her soft cheek. Kendall allows it, purring as she nuzzles him and kissing him when she can. “You love my big dick, don’t you, Kendall?” Staring up at him, Kendall nods. Every day for a week and a half she has had the joy of forgetting herself to James’ enormous cock. In his presence, she even forgets to feel guilty about it, too, and that lack of guilt is further reinforced by the reality of her mother and brother being made into his sluts. Kneeling at his feet while her mother stroked him to completion across her face, Kendall came to realize one thing about James--he is inevitable, and at this point she doesn’t even want to escape him.

Pulling her closer, James lets her kiss his balls while he strokes himself to his full, steely length against her face. “Fuck, you ain’t ever been this nasty with the cuck, have you?” Kendall smiles, and James smiles, too. Retreating from her, he settles his naked ass on Jackson’s pillow while stroking himself. His big hand almost makes his dick look normal in size. Kendall crawls onto the bed after him, her body burning with want. “Ain’t had the time, did you?” James laughs. “Well, then let’s get even nastier today.”

Kendall smiles as she approaches his feet and, kissing his toes, whispers, “Anything for you, daddy.” James allows her a brief time to lick and suck his feet. It arouses him to watch her reduced to sucking his feet, and the pleasure she took in her own degradation was a clear turn on for him, too, but his hard dick soon distracts him and she has hardly wet his toes when he takes her by the hair and drags her up to his crotch. Kendall kisses and licks him on the way, enjoying every inch of James she gets to taste. He tastes like he always has to her. The difference is that Kendall has learned to love his taste.

James stops with her at the root of his cock, her face pinned to his fat, egg-sized testicles full to the brim with warm, syrupy semen, and she stared up his eleven-inch long, wrist-thick shaft. Parting her lips, she kisses his testicles before suckling them, and James lifts his hips and forces her lower. She goes obediently, staring him in the eyes until she fals from view.

Now, Kendall tastes him deeper. She parts his ass cheeks and holds them open, licking his asshole willingly in the knowledge of how hard his dick will get when she is finished. His pleasure, and her compulsion to bring it, is reward enough to make her enjoy the task and, though his taste is sour and unwelcome, she smiles as she licks him.

Each orgasm Kendall has brought James has made her more resilient. When first introduced to his dick, Kendall feared it. After he fucked her, she was sore but willing. Now, she wants no other man, even if that means living a life of guilt and betrayal to be with James. The complex feelings she has toward his asshole have evolved in the same way.

Her first time tasting him was a bad memory made worse by the stench and flavor of his toxic backside. Now, she has come to develop a certain affinity for it. While still not a fragrance of a flavor she enjoys, she does enjoy the way it makes James feel. Nothing she has found so far can get him as hard as when she eats his asshole and today, as she tongues him, she listens to him groan and takes the satisfaction of a job well done. When finished, she is dragged back to his balls and left there to nurse him.

Staring breathlessly at her with his steel hard shaft at rest against her forehead, James says, “Fuck! You eat my ass like you love it!”

Kendall smiles around his ballsack. Taking hold of him by the root, she strokes him with one hand and marvels at his rigidity. Her eyes gleam as she stares at him. “Mm. Well, I do remember telling you that I could learn to like it…”

James laughs and smacks her across the cheek. It is a gentle strike, playful compared to his usual violence, so Kendall laughs, too, while nuzzling his pubic hair and showering him with kisses. “Now, don’t get cheeky, slut. We both know that you’re just a shameless, nasty cunt who's obsessed with my dick.”

Sucking the sweat from his pubic hair, Kendall whines into his crotch. “Nnn. I’m your nasty cunt, daddy!”

“Fuck yeah you are,” James says, grinning and dragging her along his shaft by the hair. “My nasty cunt with big, fat nasty titties.” Lifting her to kiss his crown, he reaches down and slaps her breasts next. Kendall mewls against him, whining in pleasure as he pummels her. “Take em out.”

Sucking him with a purr and a pop, Kendall wets his crown with her mouth before being allowed to sit back and cup her breasts. She lifts them while gathering her top, and she smiles at him as he stares. “Yes, daddy,” she says, sitting back on her knees and lifting her blouse. Her breasts sway heavily until she cups them and holds them together for him. The way he stares so brazenly leaves her giggling. “Like this, daddy?”

“Yeah, just like that.” Reaching out, James cups her breasts with her, crushing both with one of his big, rough hands. Kendall moans at his pawing and leans into his grasp, opening her hands up into his, allowing him to tease her as he likes. “God damn, Kendall, your tits are fat like your mommas. Y'all were made to be sluts.” He pinches one of her nipples as he says it, and Kendall whines with pleasure as he does. “Go ahead and lick them for me. Make them nice and wet.”

Smiling again, Kendall cups her breasts again and holds them together. Lifting them, she dips her head to spit into her cleavage before rubbing her saliva around between her breasts. Staring him in the eyes, she licks her pale breast flesh, sucking her nipples as she does, and smearing her saliva in to make it shine. James’ shaft remains massive as he watches her, and judging from the precum, she can see his pride and his pleasure.

Kendall purrs after spitting into her cleavage again. “Mm. You want to fuck my titties, daddy?”

Taking hold of himself, James wags his fat cock at her. Kendall watches his movements with a glossy-eyed smile. “Is that what you want, slut?”

Kendall pinches her nipples while staring. She licks her lips in anticipation. Giggling, she says, “Of course it is, daddy. After all, what’s the point of having these big titties if they aren’t put to good use.” Kendall moves forward as she speaks, rubbing her slick bosom against his leaking shaft. Gathering her saliva, she spits again, this time on his shaft. James smacks his cock down against her pale, glistening breasts.

“You done gave birth to my child already, so this is just about the only thing your titties are good for now, ain’t it?”

Parting her breasts, Kendall wraps them around James’ shaft and uses them to smear their mixed fluids along his shaft. Her saliva mixes with his precum, preparing his shaft and allowing him to glide liquidly in her fleshy grasp. Kendall moans as she embraces him. “Ah! God, you’re so freaking big!” She licks his crown as she strokes him. “So good!”

“Yeah, you like that?” James takes hold of her hair and gathers it in one of his big hands. Holding her and moving her, he guides her onto his dick, forcing himself between her lips as she strokes him. Kendall accepts him with a throaty purr, sucking him lewdly and moaning as she does.

He is hot and hard in her cleavage, his fat shaft being nearly too large to be contained by her breasts. Tasting and sucking him, Kendall smiles around him as she considers his size, awed by both his thickness and his stamina. Jackson would have already come, she is sure of that, and that is why he is a cuck. James, however, is not only hard, but he is filling her mouth and thrusting into it. His dick alone is enough to make him a stud, but his arrogance and confidence--both earned--cement him a deserving stud.

Licking and stroking him, Kendall stares James in the eyes, watching for his pleasure and enjoying it when she finds it. At this point, even eating his asshole is a joy to her, she is so far gone. The scent and taste of his cock fills her with foggy-headed want, fueling an already all-consuming fire which is burning her up from inside. In this moment, at least, nothing is as important to her as James is, and she slurps him noisily to let him know.

James watches her breathlessly, holding her head in place as she strokes him. Her lips are fastened to his cockhead, sucking him and licking him, her pink tongue peeking out from between her lips to dance along his glans. “Fucking slut,” he wheezes, sweat forming on his forehead as he shakes in her grasp. He is swelling fatter, his heavy balls churning in preparation for his orgasm. “How’s it taste, Kendall? Better than my ass?”

Kendall smiles, laughs. Staring down his shaft, she teases his urethra before speaking. “You know how I feel about your dick, daddy, and you know how I feel about eating your cum, too.” Feeling him quicken, she strokes him faster. “Oh God, you come so much that you’re going to drown me in your sperm, aren’t you?”

“That depends,” James groans and he seizes as his balls tighten. “I’m close to nuttin, slut. Where do you want it?”

Mewling with him in her mouth, Kendall bobs her head as she strokes him with her breasts. “I like it wherever you put it, daddy,” she says with a purr, imagining a facial with equal affection to the creampies he gives her. Suckling his crown, she gathers his precum and swallows it greedily, thinking how a bellyful of his sperm would also feel great and bring her just as powerful an orgasm as anything else.

Puffing and wheezing, James bellows, “Damn straight you do,” before forcing her down on his dick. Holding her by the head now, James fucks her face while also fucking her cleavage. Kendall braces against him, holding him by the hips while staring down his length. His fat, hairy balls slap the underside of her breasts on each upward stroke while his thick crown reams her throat. Kendall not only allows it without a fight, but she endures and enjoys it, climaxing as drool forms a foamy ring around his shaft.

“You ain’t nothing but a nasty cunt, are you, Kendall? You never used to let me do this when we were dating, but we ain’t dating now, are we? Nah, you’re just a shameless, dick-drunk whore, plain and simple.”

Gagging on each stroke and staring him in the eyes, Kendall purrs with animal affection. “Mmhmm!”

“Shit! Nutting!” Seizing himself by the shaft, James smacked her with his free hand. “Open your mouth, cunt, I wanna watch you eat it!”

Kendall obeys with a smile, sitting back and opening her mouth while holding him by the root. She extends and flattens her tongue to take James’ first rope across her face. At this point, she is addicted to his sperm and looks forward to it like she might look forward to a good meal. His syrupy seed glides into her mouth and sticks to her throat. She swallows and chokes, licking his cockhead as he unloads the rest onto her face and breasts.

James strokes himself breathlessly, plugging her mouth as she rubs his semen into her breasts. Kendall smiles around him, staring him in the eyes and mewling as she nurses him. Still in her mouth, James leans forward to smack her apple bottom, and Kendall giggles around him. Despite the raw eroticism of it, there is a simple, almost innocent joy to be had in their relationship. The afterglow, at least, is kind to them both and leaves them feeling contented and safe in each other’s presences, something which was never experienced while they were living together.

Stoking him one last time into her mouth, Kendall sits back and exposes the semen resting on her tongue. James whistles through his teeth at the sight, and she swallows with a smile. “Hot damn! You and your whole family love that shit, don’t you?”

Kendall nods, licking her lips. She shows him her empty mouth afterward and then takes to kissing his cockhead. “Mm. Your cum just tastes so good.” Taking her by the hair, James forces nearly half himself down her throat. He is easier to take limp, though his size is still quite intimidating. Kendall gags on him wetly, her joy showing in her teary eyes.

“And just think, you could have been eating my cum for years.”

Kendall purrs around him thoughtfully. James didn’t always have such a big cock, nor did he have such big balls or big orgasms. Even then, however, he smells the same and tastes the same as she remembers. The difference is that she has grown to enjoy both. By that logic, she likely would have come to enjoy his semen, too, if she had given it a chance.

Lips around him, she nods again while James drags her up and down his dick. Watching her idly, James asks, “You ever eat another man’s cum like you do mine?”

Kendall laughs around James and, removing him from her mouth, showers his cockhead with kisses as she strokes him. “Mm. No, daddy, only yours. No man I’ve ever met has a dick as nice as yours, and they don’t come like you do, either.” She smiles down his saliva slick shaft. “No, no, I only want to eat your cum.” She punctuates the statement by placing a wet kiss on his cockhead.

Staring, James grunts. “Fuck. Keep that up, and I might end up fucking you.”

Giggling against him, Kendall says, “That doesn’t sound too bad, actually.” Stoking him, she kisses his cockhead again.

Laughing, James plants his foot to her shoulder and shoves her. Kendall falls away, laughing, and rolls carefully to avoid leaving semen on her sheets. She sits up to find James standing beside the bed with his briefs halfway up. His balls and shaft hang over the edge, inches away from her face. He allows her one last kiss before stuffing himself away and shimmying back into his pants. Despite his weight, Kendall thinks he looks very handsome, and while she still hates James, she can understand why her mother loves him so much.

“Come to supper tonight,” he says, and Kendall pulls her eyes away from his densely packed crotch to look him in the eyes. Gathering semen from her breasts, she licks it from her fingers.

“Mm. Okay, daddy.” She walks him to the door afterward. Still topless and glossy with sperm, she kneels to kiss his crotch one last time before he goes. Then, she waves to him from the doorway, her breasts swaying, unrestrained, as he climbs into his truck and leaves. Stinking of him and covered in his semen, Kendall feels like she is more his woman than she has ever been before.

Months Earlier…

James was sweaty by the end of the day, so the first thing Paige did after getting home was breathe deeply of his musk before licking his balls. His heavy shaft was at rest against her face, obscuring one eye completely. She stared up at him with her other eye, her smile showing against him. Her hands rested on his fat, hairy thighs, caressing him, loving him as she kissed and licked him, her nose burning from his pungent aroma.

It still surprised James to see her so submissive, though he enjoyed it all the same. Paige was, by his estimation, one of the hardest headed bitches he had ever known and, after only a few days, she was completely dedicated to him. Dipping her head, she nursed his balls while taking hold of his shaft and giving him slow, gentle tugs. James cupped her head and held her in place, and Paige’s strokes grew wider. When allowed, Paige removed herself from his balls and kissed him along his thighs as she caught her breath. “God, you taste good,” she panted, and she smiled. “I’m glad you took up my offer. I was worried that you wouldn’t move in.”

James snorted. “What kind of jackass would refuse to move in with a shameless, sexy bitch who wanted to serve him as his personal slut?”

Shrugging and smiling at him between her kisses, Paige returned to his testicles. She gave each a big lick before slurping her way to his shaft. “Mm. I’ve had a hard life, James, and things rarely go right for me. I’m lucky that a stud like you has shown any interest in me, and I’m really, really grateful, too.”

James stared for a moment, hesitating for the first time in his life. He has always been a fuck up and a brute, muscling his way through life and through problems, hitting as hard as he could and always trying to endure the blows that life dished back. He made more mistakes than good decisions, so many in fact that he always assumed that bad luck was the only luck he was ever going to have. Paige, however, made him feel different.

Reaching out, he took her by the hair and held her in place, staring her in the eyes. “I ain’t only gonna fuck you.”

Paige smiled in his hand. “I know that, but I want to enjoy you while I can.”

Frowning deeply, James smacked her across the cheek. “Shut up for a second. Damn.  I ain’t only gonna fuck you, but I am always gonna fuck you, got it? You ain’t just some piece of ass to me, not no more. Sure, you’re the first of many, but you’re special, too. Got that?”

Smiling and awed, Paige stared him in the eyes and responded with a silent nod. The warmth and affection she already had for James, and all of the submission she felt, melded and mixed, morphing into a crush, into love.

James released her hair. “Fucking good,” he said, sitting back on the couch to watch her. “Then get to work, cause my dick ain’t gonna suck itself, slut.”

Smiling, Paige rubbed him with long strokes, spreading his precum along his shaft. Repositioning herself for comfort, she kissed his crown and tasted his essence. “Mm. And even if it could, I wouldn’t let it, not when a slut like me is around, ready to suck it clean and swallow it whole.” Paige laughed afterward, knowing that what she said made no sense but taking joy in the way James groaned as she sucked him.

James held her hair out of her face so she could watch him. He wore a lazy smile on his face. His relationship with Paige was confusing but it seemed honest. She carried herself with genuine love and submission. Watching her, he laughed to himself. “Shit, if I had known what a slut you are, I would have fucked you years ago.”

Hearing this, Paige gave him a quick look in the eyes before throating him. As expected due to his size, she struggled to take him deep, but it was an eager struggle and one born of love. She was happy to suffocate on him, to open herself to him and slobber on him, and he was eager to watch her. Still holding her by the hair, James helped her along, dragging her around his dick like he was using her to masturbate.

He pulled out when tears came to Paige’s eyes and rubbed his spit-soaked shaft along her cheeks. Paige mewled, moving however he moved her, kissing him and licking him as he smeared his hot manhood along her face. Dragging her forward, he wrapped her fat tits around his shaft and began bucking into them. Paige allowed it, staring him in the eyes as she slurped his crown on each upward stroke. “Are you my slut, Paige?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you like my dick?”

“Mmhmm!”

Watching the woman who might have been his mother-in-law purring as she slurped him and stroked him with her breasts, James swelled thicker. “Fuck that’s hot,” he growled. “And you're so dick drunk, you’d do anything for my dick, wouldn’t you?” Paige gurgled again as he entered her throat. The look in her eyes, though, told him everything he needed to know. Leaning forward, he swatted her round, fat ass and watched it jiggle, and when he released her, she came up gasping. “You ever have anyone in your ass, Paige?”

Repositioning herself again, Paige took to stroking him with her tits while slurping his crown. She sucked him lightly, licking around his glans so that she could answer him on short notice. “No, or at least not in a long time. Back when I was Kendall’s age, I tried it once or twice but I never liked it. It never felt full enough for me.” Paige smiled while tonguing his urethra. “Why do you ask, handsome? Are you getting ideas?”

James gave a crooked grin and forced her back down on his dick. “A few,” he said, and he watched her suck him and slurp him until he caught sight of someone watching from the shadows.

Down the hall, hiding behind a wall, is Paige’s second child, Oliver. Oliver lived with his mother despite his adulthood. He was a loser. Socially awkward and inept, he struggled with the world and so lived with her to avoid the struggle. Only a few years Kendall’s junior, he was in his last year of high school but hardly attended. He had no future and no ambitions for the future and, to this point, had avoided James out of fear.

James knew about Oliver but hadn’t considered him when moving in. Watching Oliver as Oliver watched him, however, made James realize that Oliver was a leech on his resources. Despite his frustration, however, James grew harder in Paige’s grasp with the newfound audience there. Smiling, he forced Paige deeper on him, crushing her breasts around him as she choked on him loudly and wetly.

Watching Oliver more than he was watching Paige, James grinned viciously. Holding her by the head, he forced her deeper as ribbons of saliva ran down his shaft. “That’s right, Paige. Choke on that big dick. Show me how much you love it.” Dragging her along his shaft, James choked her as he leaned forward to smack her ass again. Then, withdrawing, he smacked his wet cock down across her face and swatted her with his cock while she pants and mewled, following his dick as she trying to kiss it.

“That’s it, you fucking stud, cock-smack your slut!” She panted in her arousal and stared at James like he was a god. “You want to fuck my ass? Then fuck it! You want to choke me on your dick? Choke me! You want to smack and degrade me? Then do it! I’m yours, James. I’m all yours. You own every fucking inch of me!”

Returning to her mouth, James thrusts deep with his eyes still fixed on Oliver’s watching shadow. “What about your kids, Paige? Ain’t you worried what they will think of their momma?”

Paige gurgled on him, ropes of saliva forming and falling around his shaft and wetting her body. When freed, she fell back gasping. Holding him by his cock, she leaned forward to breathe him in and kiss his balls before answering. “What about Kendall? I already told you what I think of her.”

“Not her,” James growled. “I’m talking about your sons.”

Paige paused. She stared up at James briefly and then, smiling, suckled his balls while stroking him. “Mm. I feel the same about them. They aren’t men. They’re barely even boys. You are all that matters to me now, James, you and your dick.”

Staring at Oliver, James said, “Even that retard Oliver?”

Paige laughed into his pubic hair as she tasted him. “Especially that retard Oliver.” Sitting up, she licked him on the way to his crown and there pursed her lips. Gathering her saliva, she spit down his shaft and spread her saliva with her hands. “But forget about them, James. All I want to think about is you.” Turning and holding her ass cheeks, she leaned forward onto her face and chest and parted her cheeks for him to see. “You’re as wet as we can get you right now, so go ahead and take me. Fill all of my slutty holes with your fat cock.”

That was enough to distract James from his perverse game. Standing, James lined up behind Paige, swatting her ass as he did. Then, pressing his head against her puckered butthole, he returned his gaze to the watching, gently shaking form of Oliver in the hallway. James was sure that the slender young man was stroking himself and laughed when he saw it.

James eased into Paige slowly. To this point, she had been quite loyal to him, and he had no interest in breaking her. Paige grunted, holding steady as she parted around him. Even with his shaft saliva-slick, it was a slow, painful process. Paige whined but never fought him, but James stopped with just his crown inside of her while she whimpered into the carpet.

Turning her head with effort, Paige stared back at James. “Don’t stop, James. Rip me open. Ruin me. It doesn’t matter how much it hurts. All that matters is that you come.”

James met her gaze and grinned. “I already ruined you, you slut.” Leaning forward, resting his big body against her, crushing her beneath him, James kissed her on the shoulder. Removing himself from her ass, he lined up with her pussy instead and, with one smooth thrust forward, buried himself inside of her to the hilt. Paige clawed at the carpet in climax, whining like an animal as she did. “I done broke you a long time ago. You’re my woman now.” Leaning back, James returned his gaze to Oliver and began fucking Paige hard. Growling, he said, “You’re mine!”

Paige rolled her hips into him, whining and gasping, coming hard on him. James wrapped his big hands around her throat to choke her gently as he fucked her, and Paige smiled in response, drooling as he forced her into another powerful orgasm. “Yours,” she yelped, hooking her fingers around his fingers and holding them with affection. “I’m all yours, James. Fuck me. Fuck me!”

James did. He fucked her so hard that both of their bodies undulated, and he stared into Oliver’s eyes as he did. He could see the slender young man in greater detail now, kneeling and stroking himself, his tiny dick hard and pathetic in his hand. He looked a lot like Kendall, only a more slender and vaguely masculine. Were it not for his dick, though, James could easily have assumed Oliver to be a flat-chested woman, so great was his femininity.

Thinking back, James remembered how Paige would carry herself. She ruled her house with an iron fist and a sharp tongue. To see her reduced to a shameless, thoughtless slut drooling as a man choked her and fucked her was erotic enough for James, but it would have been world-changing for Oliver. To have this much power, and to abuse it so wantonly, only made James harder inside of Paige.

He released her neck and held her by the shoulders instead. Using them for leverage, he dragged her into him on each deep stroke, sawing into her with reckless speed. He didn’t want to break her completely, but he wanted to leave her broken. It was a difficult line to walk, to keep from hurting her physically while stretching her and using her so thoroughly that only he could ever satisfy her.

Luckily, Paige wanted the same and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. She rocked into him, slapping her ass against him hard and gritting her teeth as she came again. James, swelling fatter, picked up speed as he fucked her harder, and Paige only smiled in response. “That’s right, James. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.” Leaning back, she let James kiss her and sucked his tongue as he drooled into her open mouth.

“You’re my slut,” he growled, grinning at her as she shook on him. He took her by the throat with one hand and held her as he swelled. He would come soon, and he was wheezing as he approached. “My woman!”

Paige nodded. Face tight with pleasure, she held him by the wrist as he swelled fatter inside of her. His grip on her throat was careful, exerting surprising care despite his wild thrusts, and Paige loved it. She wanted to be owned by him, and she took both pleasure and pride in his possession of her. “Yours, James,” she whined. “All yours!”

With one last thrust and an animal bellow, James flooded Paige. He released her throat and held her by the shoulders, his grip tightening and his fingers leaving bruises in her soft flesh. Each spasm of his cock sent swelling pleasure through her. That, combined with the warmth washing over her, created a tidal wave of pleasure for her that swept her up and pulled her under.

Paige collapsed after he came. Ass still in the air, she flexed around him, milking him into her womb as she drooled on the carpet. She had tears in her eyes, and she whined like an animal as James twitched inside of her. Withdrawing slowly, he slapped his spent shaft down across her bubbly ass cheeks before stomping around to feed her his spent shaft. Paige sucked him lazily, her eyes distant and her mind still lost in climax.

James gathered her hair and repositioned himself so that Oliver could watch. Oliver had come, too, though judging by the small stain left at his feet, it wasn’t much. James could hardly contain his laughter as Paige sucked so dutifully. Seeing him smile, Paige smiled, too, and let him wipe his spent cock all over her face. “You ain’t a mother no more,” he said. “You’re a slut; my slut. My woman. You belong to me.”

Kissing and licking him, Paige purred and nodded, her eyes glittering as he spoke. “Mmhmm.”

James could see the words settling into Oliver, who stared like a deer in headlights. Staring at Oliver, James slapped his dick down on Paige’s pretty face. “Which is why you’re gonna get married one last time. To me.”

Paige stared up at him, half her face hidden behind his cock. She had been married three times before, and none of them had worked, but she smiled at James’ command, and she kissed the underside of his cock because she knew this time would be different, and she knew why. Moaning with pride and joy, she felt happy because even though she would have to share James, she knew that he would always be in her life. Besides, it was an honor for a stud like James to choose her to be his bride. She licked her way up his shaft and kissed him on the cockhead. “Of course, James. Anything for you. It would be my honor and my greatest joy.”

James grinned, and Oliver stood and scampered away. Staring down into the blue eyes of the woman kissing his dick, James said, “Good. I expect you to buy the ring and pay for everything, you know.”

Paige licked his glans and stared down his limp manhood. Even half-erect, as he was now, he remained a paragon of masculinity and, staring down his length, she fully understood how she came to be his new bitch-bride. She cleaned him thoroughly and obediently, but with the affection of an equal. By her understanding of what was to come, she was still his slut, but she would have the closest right to claiming to be his equal. It left her smiling as she slurped him.

“Of course,” she said after releasing him and holding him to her cheek. “I’ll make sure to get some dildos or plug or something to open my ass up with, so that next time we try anal, you can give me your whole length.”

James laughed and bent down to spank her. “Shit will fit me like a glove,” he said, and then he stood and dragged her along his cock. “You’re a good girl, Paige, and I can tell that we’re going to have a long, happy marriage.”

To be Continued in Vol. 2