Ellen reluctantly arranged for Abby Monsolillo to attend my party in Austin at the Omni Barton Creek Resort & Spa. The evening of the party Abby is picked up by a black stretch limo. She has gone to great lengths with her appearance and she looks stunning in her full length, strapless red dress, no bra, and six inch spike high heels - which made her nearly five feet, eight inches tall, adding to her allure.
She let her long chestnut hair hang down loose around her shoulders. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and smiled happily; the combination of the red dress and copper colored hair against all the white skin she is showing made her look very sexy for 19. After making small talk at the party for almost an hour, Abby is becoming bored. Finally there is a stir, followed by a hushed silence, as I came in. Abby saw a rush of people move toward me, everyone wanting to welcome me at once.
Abby recognized me but knew nothing about me. When she asked the woman standing next to her who had arrived, she stared at Abby for a moment, as if not understanding her question.
Her eye's fixed on Abby. " Oh, that is John Malone," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. " He's a billionaire and a very powerful man.
Everyone is extremely wary of him. I suggest you be likewise." Abby sensed genuine fear in the woman's reply and it unnerved her. Despite the warning, Abby still had difficulty accepting that I really had so much power. A shiver ran through her and suddenly she wished she had worn something less enticing.
It isn't long before I noticed her and came across the room to greet her.
As we exchanged a polite handshake, she noticed for the first time how large my hands and fingers were. After we had talked for awhile, I told her to join me upstairs in my suite to continue our conversation.
Though she feels a bit unsettled by my offer, she knew rejecting it is out of the question. Upon arriving arriving upstairs at my suite, Abby is amazed that is the top floor, and how large it is.
It seem to her almost palatial, with a private elevator. Her anxiety begins to increase, as she entered, I greeted her politely, led her to a comfortable chair and offered her something to drink. Though she appreciated my polite manner, it did nothing to help calm her nerves. After we finished our drinks, I looked directly at her. " Look Abby, I'll come straight to the point," I begin. " I am, as I think you understand by now, a very wealthy and powerful man.
I can get almost anything, how should I say it, taken care of." Abby looks away from me and nodded her head. I smiled at her, " Do you know about my reputation." " I understand you entered the beauty pageant for the scholarship.
Your family is not wealthy and will be unable to help pay for college. I will pay for your college and give you a job in one of my companies. You agree to do as I ask." Abby stared at the floor for a moment. " I-I don't think so. What do you mean by that?" she asked weakly. " I mean to ask, have you ever spoken with the other women - or girls - about my sexual habits?" Abby looks up at me.
" Yes, I've heard that, ah, a few of the women have dated you," she said, trying not to betray the apprehension she is beginning to feel. My laugh is deep and guttural, filling the small room. I brought my big hands together slowly in front of me, the fingertips just touching.
" Well, let me tell you something," I said. " I date many young women." Abby tried to stay calm, but her anxiety level is climbing higher. Why am I telling her these things? " No, I wasn't aware it is that high," she said. My chair creaked slightly as I moved forward, focusing my gaze directly on her. " Abby, do you have a boyfriend?" I ask bluntly. Abby stiffened slightly, moving her body back. The cat and mouse game we have been playing is over, she knew.
Wherever this is heading, she didn't like it. She stared back at me. " No, of course not. Why would you doubt it," she said evenly. " Any man would be lucky, you know, having a woman like you." I studied her intently for a moment, as if trying to measure her in some fashion.
Then I said: " Now, I have to ask, what would you do to have your college paid for and a job, Abby?" When the reality of her situation hit, her composure finally cracked and she begins to tremble and cry. " What? That's not a fair question. I mean, yes.just about anything." " Ok," I replied calmly. " Let me put this directly, Abby," I said, my tone becoming sterner. " I want you to be submit to me. If you agree, I will pay for your college, you have nothing to worry about.
If you don't, things might get, shall we say, very difficult for you. " Do I make myself clear?" My tone and demeanor left no room for argument. Abby feels like she going into shock as my message begins to sink in. I had seemed like such a polite man; now I'm threatening her. Presuming her response, I pulled a business card from an inner pocket, jotted a phone number on the back and handed it to her.
" That's a private number where you can reach me," I said. " I'll expect a reply no later than tomorrow by noon.
Please remember what I've said." That night a tearful, near hysterical Abby spoke to her friend, explaining everything that had happened. She called the next morning and told me that she had agreed to my proposition. She begged me to not to do this to her, though she knew her pleas are useless. I told her, she would be picked up that evening and to make sure she packed a bag as she would be staying with me for awhile.
She put the phone down and burst into tears once again. She hated me. I had a reputation as a possessive, demanding, cruel and callus man. My god, she wondered, how had she gotten herself into this?
After the limo dropped her off, she rang the bell and a domestic showed her into a very large, lounge-like room. After standing there for what seemed like forever but was only several minutes, she became aware of her strange reactions.
She has been waiting for this since her call to me yesterday, dreading it, yet she is acutely aware of her own arousal, that her juices are flowing. She tried to dismiss this as I walked into the room wearing a black robe. I greeted her differently this time, bending my head and kissing her cheek and neck.
I told her not to worry, I would not hurt her; in fact, I assured her, she would enjoy it. In a wimpy voice, she once again asked me not to do this, but I paid her no attention.
" Abby, if you will please come with me," I said and we walked through several rooms, finally entering one that had a Jacuzzi. I told her I would be back shortly and instructed her to disrobe and get into the Jacuzzi. Abby did so and found the warm, bubbly water indeed made her feel relaxed.
At that point a domestic entered the pool room and handed her a crystal goblet. It contained a potent, wine-like drink with a fruity taste. I encouraged her to drink it and she quickly took several large swallows, hoping it would ease her anxiety.
The warm, swirling water and delicious drink begin to have the desired effect and Abby feels very relaxed. About 15 minutes later, I returned with a robe similar to my own and told her to put it on and follow me. From there we moved down a long corridor and entered a large room. I sat on the large, low bed and told her to remove her robe and turn herself around. I spent several minutes quietly appraising her body, murmuring to myself as I admired her supple curves and flawless white skin, knowing they are mine to do with as I pleased.
Under normal circumstances, Abby would have felt sick and revolted by this act, but instead she is feeling an increased warmth and relaxation, a sweet lethargy, as if everything around her is slowing down and she is focused on the moment.
For just a moment, she wondered if something had been put into her drink. I begIn by stroking her arms and gently brushing my large fingers through her long, dark hair. I kissed her neck and ears and slid my hands over her body, causing her to shudder involuntarily.
She is already sexually charged from knowing what is going to happen - and perhaps by her inability to prevent it. She feels the familiar sensations, her pussy lips moistening and opening, gently stretching her labia so that the tip of her clitoris is exposed, longing for the first delicious contact. She is vaguely aware that she shouldn't be reacting this way, at least not under these conditions, but she seems to have no control over her body's responses.
I begin kissing her, gently at first, then forcing my tongue inside her mouth searching for hers. I found it and sucked it into my mouth. My hands continue their slow, steady caressing of her body. Her need had been building steadily, and finally reached a point that she begins removing my robe. She tried to avoid looking at my fat stomach or anything further below as she undressed me.
Her mind is whirling; she had wondered all night about this moment, how it would come about and what she would find. Her last boyfriend was of moderate size at best, and she knew there were men with larger cocks, though her experience had been limited.
Finally she moved her hand below my belly and grasped my cock. It is incredibly hot to her touch, hard, swollen and so very thick. Instinctively she moves her head lower, wanting to see it. She'd not seen many cocks, and certainly never one of this size.
I sensed it. " Is this your first big cock, Abby?" I asked. My voice seemed deeper than usual. She tilted her head upward. " Yes. yes it is," she said haltingly. Even as she spoke she kept running her slim fingers up and down the length of my shaft, her hand moving in a slow, steady, stroking motion.
It is certainly longer than her ex-boyfriend's, she thought, and it feels nearly three times as thick. Her body seems on autopilot as she slides off the bed onto the floor. I move to the edge of the bed in front of her and spread my legs into a V shape. Abby continues to stroke and fondled my large organ, which is now level with her face.
She gently forced the thick foreskin back down the shaft, exposing the bulbous, pinkish purple head. This is another first for her as guys, she has been with were circumcised, and she found she enjoyed watching the dark skin slide back as she exposed the mushroomed shaped glans.
Her rapidly increasing sexual tension has banished any guilt feeling to the back of her consciousness. She seems in a trace-like state as she brought her head forward, kissing and licking my throbbing cock head. After several minutes of this slow, sweet torment her urge to suck on my big cock is overwhelming. She opens her mouth and attempts to engulf the swollen tip, but she found it a struggle. After several tries she finally managed to fit the head and upper shaft into her mouth.
Still, it is a tight fit and her small mouth is stretched to its maximum, forming a tight seal around my organ. As she moved her head slowly up and down she made wet, noisy slobbering sounds as trickles of saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth. I'm in my element, near rapture almost; there was nothing I loved more than watching a frightening, defeated woman like Abby, a virgin to a big cock, kneeling subserviently before me, choking and gagging as she tries to suck my enormous erection into her sweet little mouth.
I leaned forward a bit, reached down and begin rubbing Abby's breasts, pulling and squeezing roughly on the ends until her tender nipples are so inflamed that they stood out like beacons.
I pull her body up a bit then spread her legs until I reach one of my big hands between them.
My thick forefinger quickly found her distended clit, rubbing it so hard she wanted to scream out for me to stop.
But her mouth is filled to capacity, filled with my huge cock, and I just kept rubbing her bud, up, down and sideways, until her pussy is soaking wet and hyper sensitive to any touch.
Even in her somewhat altered state, Abby is surprised how forceful I am compared to other guys, who were almost always tender and loving. I pushed and pulled her this way and that at my whim; I'm always in charge, doing exactly what I wanted, when I wanted. A distant part of her consciousness still can't believe she is allowing me to explore her so shamelessly, but the rest of her seems to be on sexual auto-pilot and her arousal keeps building.
Giving into her feelings, she begins to enjoy this roughness and loss of control, reveling in the feeling of being forcefully used. She is almost limp when I pull her onto the bed and roll her onto her back. As I push her thighs apart she tries to resist, but it is a token response, a foolish gesture neither took seriously. Moving between her spread legs, I grasped my hard cock by the base and placed its bloated head against her vaginal opening.
forcing the folds of wet flesh apart. She panted and gasped, fingers frantically rubbing her clit, as she feels the inside of her pussy being slowly pulled apart as it grasped the huge mass being forced into it. She screams in pleasure-pain as she feels her womanhood being violated, stretched and opened in a way she had never imagined as I continue to slide myself ever deeper into her. Her long legs are wrapped around me and she is sweating heavily under me, grinding her hips and grunting shamelessly as she works to accommodate me.
She feels stuffed, her body impaled, as my cock moves further into her tight, grasping channel. I'm slowly opening her, reaching places deep inside her, places she has never known existed, creating an intense sensation of pleasurable fullness.
By the time my cock finally bottomed out, Abby is overwhelmed, gasping and squealing, clawing at my back, screaming at me to please fuck her faster. But I keep moving slowly, tormenting her until she can't bear it. She knew, on some far away level, that she is behaving like a total slut, but that didn't stop her as she took control, thrusting her hips forward so fast she almost lifted me off the bed. When her orgasm hit the feeling is like nothing she has had ever experienced.
From its epicenter deep inside her it quickly blossomed out in such intensely pleasurable waves that she fears she might be having a seizure. She gave herself over to her climax completely, remaining in its throes, making no attempt whatever to control her writhing body or stifle the curses and animal-like shrieks that poured from some primitive place inside her.
I'm pleased with myself as I look down at her disheveled, sweat drenched form. Then I rocked back on my heels and pull my still hard cock out of her spent pussy, which now gaped open. I pull her upward against some pillows and straddled her upper body, putting my slime covered cock into her open mouth.
I lean forward, driving myself into her so deeply that I hit the back of her throat. Abby, sill only semi-consciences from her orgasm, begins to gag and choke pitifully, clawing at the air with her fingers and making terrible retching noises as a heavy stream of spit escaped her lips and ran down her quivering chin. At the last moment I ease myself out of her mouth and she is able to get her breath.
She strokes my cock for a few minutes, her small hand moving easily up and down its slippery length. My grunting, told her I was going to come and ordered her to put my cock back into her mouth and start sucking me again. Out of habit, Abby started to resist, but quickly thought better of it. This is something that no guy had never asked her to do, but of course she had no choice.
She had no sooner complied with my order than she hears me howl and feels my cock head begin to pulse. She stares up at me, eyes wide, as my balls released a huge torrent of vile tasting seed. So great is the quantity of cum that suddenly filled her mouth that Abby can't swallow it all and begin to choke and cough violently. " Swallow it bitch, swallow it all," I bellowed. She has never heard my voice so low or demanding and it scared her so badly she begins swallowing faster, licking at her scum-coated lips, gulping down the sticky, awful tasting semen as fast as my cock pumped it out.
She wanted desperately to vomit, but managed to fight back the impulse until finally my monster ejaculation ended. Smiling down at her, I squeezed her face with my hand pushing my middle and index fingers into her mouth until it popped open wide.
" Open for me, please. That's it, a little wider," I cajoled. " Now, stick out your tongue. Eh, good girl, you did swallow all of it." I laughed long and deep and the sound of my voice made her shiver.
Despite everything, she feels wonderfully happy, proud of herself, pleased that she has been able to service me exactly as I had instructed. Even being called my bitch made her feel warm inside, because suddenly.she understood. Abby smiles. With other guys, she knew, that would have been it, they would have gone to sleep. But I begin to work her clitoris and nipples again, though a bit more gentle this time. When she looks, Abby notices I'm hard again, my cock as large and hard as if I had never come.
Abby feels hyper aroused and begins to mewl and squirm at the same time she reaches for my cock and begin to stroke it. Grabbing the young woman, I flip her over onto her hands and knees. She responded immediately, spreading her legs, arching her back and raising her pelvis up, exposing her moist, open slit. I knee walk forward until I'm close enough to slide the huge purple head of my penis up and down in the furrow of her soaking labia. At this light contact, she makes a noise between a pant and a groan.
I grab a fistful of her beautiful auburn hair, now matted with sweat, and jerked her head back. " What do you want, bitch?" I asked gruffly. " Please, oh, please." she whimpers, hoping I will stop her humiliation, but knowing otherwise. I tightened my grip, pulling her head back more sharply. I found her clit with my thumb and begin a gentle massage, causing her body to shudder. " It's easy, bitch.
Just tell me what you want, what you need, what all bitches need." She is beaten and knew it. " Goddamn you, fuck me.just put your cock in me and fuck me," she panted in a rasping voice, her tone betraying true desperation. Unable to take anymore myself, I slip the head of my hard cock inside her cunt and begin to push.
Abby grunting louder as once again she feels the heft of my massive cock burrowing inside her, spreading her pussy walls gently apart as it once again opens her tight channel. For just a moment she feels the familiar pain-pleasure from before, although it is quickly replaced by pure pleasure as I grab her hips and increase my motion, pumping my thick shaft into her faster.
Abby is coming completely unraveled, shaking her head from side to side and beating her fists against the mattress, all the while delivering an unbroken babble of screams, groans and curses. She wouldn't have thought it possible, but it feels even better this time.
I seem to have wedged my cock in even deeper, or maybe I had just hit some new, more sensitive spots inside her. Suddenly, there is a new sensation as I push one of my thick finger deep into her anus.
Earlier, she might have panicked, but now she just groaned in pleasure as she feels both my cock and my finger working inside her, separated by only a thin membrane of skin. This seems to take her to another level of arousal, sending another charge through her already overheated body. She is dripping sweat and panting crazily as she looks at me over her shoulder, telling me in a ragged, gasping voice that she is so close and please fuck her faster.
After several more minutes of hard fucking, I knew she was close, for I feel the twitching, tightening contractions of her internal muscles around my finger. When Abby finally went over the edge she lost all control; her pale, sultry body begins to shake and convulse crazily and she lets out a series of high pitched screams and squeals that echoed off the barren walls of the room. Even as she continues to orgasm, I drive my cock in deep, finally hitting some internal part of her, then held myself still as I erupted with an orgasm almost as violent as hers.
My heavy balls contracted and I begin to shoot hot, thick streams of potent seed deep into Abby's fertile womb. Moments later, we both collapsed on the bed, utterly spent. After awakening from a brief sleep, Abby snuggled against me. Her thighs are trembling and a stream of semen mixed with blood trickles from her vagina, forming a damp circle on the sheet.
She looks at me lovingly and said she'd never been fucked like that. I smiled and cuddled her close, feeling her wonderful softness and warmth of her lush body. " You young women need to have a older man as a lover to teach you what real sex is like," I laughed. " And now, you are my lover."