Making of Kingpin - Copied

[hirarandi]

There was half-a-second where nothing happened, then my dad regained his senses and covered himself with a cushion, although he could have done the job just as easily with only one hand, I thought cruely.

"What the hell is happening here?"

Troy chose the moment of my anguished cry to pull my mom roughly off his prick. She fell back onto the floor like a discarded bag of potatoes. As she did so Troy's huge rod sprung up, covered in my mom's saliva, it's wetness making it seem even bigger.

My eyes were torn away from my awkwardly fidgeting dad towards Troy who was grinning at me with a smile of cat which had got the cream.

"I'm just having a bit of fun with your folks. Want to join in?"

Troy walked towards me, and just as my mom had a few seconds earlier I dropped to my knees before my sexual god. Within seconds I was gagging on his meat, which was being roughly forced down my eager throat.

"Ted, it looks like your daughter didn't want you and Kaitlin to have all the fun."

As he mocked my dad I heard no response except a low, quiet grunt and I knew that my dad much have cum again. Knowing that what was happening was so taboo, that I was blowing a guy in front of my father while he continued to wank himself only made me get more horny. I needed Troy to split me open again so badly.

My head was now moving frantically up and down his erect manhood, eager to please him, eager to prove my devotion to him. I could taste my mom's juices and while that should have disgusted me it just made me even more horny.

I was soon joined by my mom, who grabbed hold of the base of Troy's shaft and I felt her head dip underneath mine as she took his ballsack into her desperate mouth.

"You like that, don't you Ted?" Troy had resumed his mocking of my dad, entrenching his alpha male status. "You like watching your wife and your daughter fighting to suck me off, don't you? You filthy pervert. Admit it."

"Y-y-yes I-I do."

Troy's only response was to laugh.

"Well I think you've had enough fun for one night. I wouldn't want you having a coronary. But don't worry there'll be plenty more opportunities for you to see us all in action. So I'm gonna take these sluts up to my master bedroom. I'm sure you'll find somewhere else to sleep in this huge mansion."

I felt my head being pulled off Troy's prick as he dragged me and my mom out of the room and up the stairs. We were both giggling and panting as we went, excited about the night ahead.

It wasn't long until Troy found the master bedroom. At its centre was a huge bed, at least twice the size of a double. It was a bed fit for a King. And that was what Troy had become. He was now the man of the house and we were his subjects, desperate for any scraps he was willing to give us.

It felt as though the confrontation, the assertion of his dominance over a much older, wealthier man had turbo-charged Troy's sexual appetite to an even higher level.

As soon as we had hit the bed he was on top of me and had torn what few bits of clothing I was still wearing off my body. Before I knew what was happening he had filled me with his shaft, burying it inside me straight to the hilt. I screeched out yet again in both pleasure and pain and at once Troy was pumping me hard and fast and deep.

I clung to the bed sheets for dear life and saw Troy above me kissing my mom, first on the lips and then lapping away at her big tits. Troy was fucking me so hard that after that point I struggled to know what was going on.

I felt my cunt spasming around his thrusting prick as he drove himself into me again and again and again. There was no let up and I was now panting at the exertion as our hips smashed together and the bed was shaken by the force of our primal rutting.

Within minutes I felt an orgasm of such ferocity race through my defeated body that I no longer knew who or where I was. All I knew was that my cunt felt like it had been hit by a lightning bolt and was sending waves of pleasure through my quivering body. 

My body was being pushed yet again beyond its limits and I felt my eyes rolling back in my head and my tongue lolling out as Troy continued his relentless fucking.

The rest of the night was a blur as I swam in and out of consciousness. Each time I awoke and felt the emptiness in my pussy I looked across the bed to see that Troy had turned his attention to my mom and was drilling away at her needy twat with just the same power and force as I had experienced.

And each time I struggled across to their two hot, sweaty bodies and offered myself up to be sexually conquered by Troy again. How long we went on for I have no idea but I knew that I never wanted it to stop.

After that day my life changed forever. Gone was the boring and tedious existence that I had come to accept. Troy was true to his word and by the end of the following day both he and his brother Scott had moved in to what was now his mansion.

My dad was so full of shame that he could barely look any of us in the eye, but when he saw Troy taking mom up the ass the next evening, tearing her open with his huge schlong he again watched excitedly, wanking while another man fucked his wife harder than he could have imagined in his wildest dreams.

And so we all quickly settled into our new routine. Troy bestrode the house, very rarely wearing any clothes while my mom and I ran after him, servicing him whenever he needed it. My dad kept out of the way except when Troy allowed him to watch our marathon sex sessions.

Nate and Scott generally kept themselves to themselves too. The little I saw of Nate he seemed to be shocked at what had taken place. The match he had lit in trying to humble me had blown up in his face, bringing our whole family down into a cesspit of debauchery. But the hold Troy had over me, dad and mom seemed to extend to Nate too. There were quite a few occasions when I saw him sneaking covetous looks at Troy's impressive body. If he had any objections to the new order that Troy had wrought, he certainly didn't voice them and seemed happy that Scott was now a permanent resident of his bed.

After a few days Troy started to bring other girls into the house to satisfy his carnal needs. At first both mom and I were angry and overcome with jealousy. I made the mistake of voicing this to Troy and telling him that he needed to show us some respect.

Troy's response was hard and swift, a forceful back-handed slap on the face sent me sprawling backwards onto the floor. But this physical punishment was not the worst of it. He also banished me from his bedroom for the next few days.

This meant each night I fell asleep hearing the screeching cries of the latest sluts Troy was banging while fingering myself to satiate my desperate appetite for his big dick. Troy had ruined me, completely. I could no longer function without him. I felt so empty, like there was a void inside me.

So when Troy accepted me back into my bed I vowed to be more obedient than ever, to make sure that I was never banished from his side again.

Over time I saw the true scale of Troy's ambition for wealth, power and control. He already ran a series of nefarious activities at his college, whether pimping out the cheerleaders, running extortion rackets or selling drugs.

He wanted to use Nate and I to expand his operation into Barts and I was only too willing to help. I sort of made myself believe to start with that I had to do this. That Troy was forcing me. But the truth was that he had helped unleash my inner bitch.

I'd always had a sharp tongue and used my body and wealth to manipulate men and get what I wanted. But now I was taking things up a notch. Troy pushed me to raise my ambitions. It wasn't enough to have guys running around after me, falling over themselves to please me. But now I would settle for nothing less than owning the whole college.

So the four of us got together; Troy, Scott, Nate and I to start planning our takeover. Nate was a little frosty but whatever Scott was doing to him was obviously working because he didn't cause any problems.

I was a little surprised to see Scott taking the lead in putting together the strategy. I'd expected Troy to take the lead, but he seemed happy to take a back seat to his little brother. I soon realised why. Scott was a genius and worked out answers before the rest of us had asked the question.

Scott was clever. He didn't was himself or Troy to do any of the dirty work. His argument was that they would stick out like a sore thumb on our campus. He was right but I knew that he also wanted to keep them off the radar for now. With Troy around that wasn't going to work for long, but it was smart in the short-term.

By the end of the meeting we had a plan and over the next few weeks we implemented it with a ruthless efficiency. The very next week I had wormed my way into the Principal's office, having caused mayhem in my Chemistry class.

Our Principal was in his late thirties and was one of these ambitious, high-flyer types. But I knew that like any man he was ruled by one part of his body. Before walking into his office I unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on my shirt to expose a tantalising amount of cleavage.

Knocking loudly on his office door I walked straight in and saw he was sat at his desk, studying a stack of paperwork intensely. He looked up, startled, and I saw his eyes zoom straight towards my bust.

"Err ... Miss Sterling ... what are you doing here?"

"Oh, Mr. Holding," I simpered seductively, "I've been such a naughty girl and I need to be punished." By now I had reached his desk and was leaning forward, pushing out my full, perky breasts for him to ogle while fluttering my long eye lashes.

Mr. Holding was clever but he was not a physically impressive man. He only had an inch on me in height and he had a large, crooked nose which made his face look creepy and disfigured. He was the type of guy who would have spent his years at college buried in books while his roommate was buried in pussy.

As expected Mr. Holding was blushing now, his face bright red and his breathing becoming increasingly erratic. Pressing my advantage I stepped around his big, wooden desk, forcing him to swivel in his chair to face me.

I leaned forward to hand him the note that my irate chemistry teacher had hurriedly written. He read it quickly and then turned to face me, raising his eyebrows as he did so.

"Miss. Sterling, this is not acceptable be-be-haviour."

His sentence came to a stuttering halt as I twirled my tongue around my lips and pouted down at him. I noticed a stirring from his groin and could smell his smouldering desire as his tongue hung out of his mouth as he gawped at me.

Taking control I fell to my knees and began unzipping him.

"I know, sir, I am such a very naughty girl. Let me show you just how naughty I can be."

I looked up at him and saw a mixture of horror and horniness in his eyes but he seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Before he had chance to recover I had fished out his now rock hard dick and buried it inside my greedy mouth.

I was pleasantly surprised by what I had found. He was a couple of inches bigger than Brandon but after Troy servicing him felt like childs play. Within a few seconds I had gobbled up his entire length, the tip of his prick entering my tight throat and already leaking copious amounts of precum.

His meat throbbed in my mouth and he was grunting loudly at my ministrations. I was sure he'd never had a blowjob like the one I was giving him now. I was bobbing my head up and down his shaft at high speed, using my tongue to push him closer and closer towards the edge.

His grunting got louder and louder until eventually he couldn't last any longer and he blew his load straight down my throat. My sex sessions with Troy had turned me into such a horny slut that I was desperate for some cum, but I was left disappointed by the measly helping provided by Mr. Holding in just a few short spurts.

After Mr. Holding had recovered I laid down what was going to happen. If he wanted me to keep providing him with a regular servicing he had to give me free reign over the college. And by the time he grew a conscience and tried to call it off we had more than enough footage of him screwing me on cameras Nate had installed in his office to blackmail him into toeing the line.

It didn't take long to build up a group of guys who would do my bidding, while Troy took care of the chicks. Over the next few weeks virtually every rich and attractive broad over 18 and in their senior year had found their way into Troy's bed under my guidance. It wasn't too hard because once word got round about what Troy was packing and how good the sex was it was more a case of selecting those who we needed.

With me controlling the guys and Troy controlling the girls it wasn't long before we ran the college. Within a few short weeks the college was fully under my control. Difficult teachers had been sacked and replaced by those who were amenable to either sexual or monetary bribes. We had a group of tough guys who were more than willing to enforce my rule in exchange for having access to premium pussy. And of course the chicks would do anything I wanted if it meant they got another shot at being destroyed by Troy.

And from there it didn't take much effort to flood it with drugs and start offering out the chicks as high-end escorts for middle-aged lonely businessmen. And these were all trust fund kids who were almost as rich as Nate and I. Scott dealt with the money but we must have been pulling in tens of thousands of pounds a week.

By now I had realised Scott and Troy weren't just a pair of two-bit criminals. They were bloody clever. They used my dad's company to launder their elicit gains, and its size meant it would be almost impossible for the authorities to work out what was happening. And they made sure they kept their hands clean, getting intermediaries to do the most dangerous work.

While they used me to run their operations at Barts they used another slut called Dixie to run the show at his college. We were physically very different. I was brunette, she was blonde. I had always effortlessly got what I wanted, she had needed to fight for every scrap. I was elegant and graceful, she reeked of dirty, filthy sex.

But while we were very different, we also had a lot of similarities. We were both incredibly hot, we were both manipulative, we were both ruthless, we were both ambitious and most importantly we were both addicted to Troy and his huge dick.

That all meant we were both desperate to be Troy's favourite, to be the one that he most enjoyed fucking. So we competed in our shared desperation to show Troy that we were more worthy. And of course Troy loved to play us off against each other, forcing us further and further under his control.

So Troy was able to spend most of his time doing what he wanted and sticking his dick where he wanted as Dixie and I did the hard work building his criminal empire, dollar by dollar.

A couple of months after that first encounter with Troy I woke up in his bed. My cunt had a familiarly tender feel, having borne the brunt of a battering from Troy the night before. As I opened my eyes I saw a series of female bodies spread-eagled across the new, bigger bed that Troy had just got installed.

There were six other chicks laid out across the bed. Each of them had the contented look on their face of a girl who had been fucked out of their mind by Troy, given orgasms so powerful that they had been unable to remain conscious, forcing him to move onto his next conquests.

Each one had her legs splayed open while being covered in while blotches where Troy had released his seed onto them. As I gazed at the incredible scene the events of the last night raced through my mind. The hot and sweaty bodies, the scrapping for attention, the shaking of the bed, the screams of ecstasy, the pounding of my cunt, the blissful feeling of ecstasy.

It was hard to believe just how much my life had changed since I had met Troy by the pool on that fateful day. I was now being used, like a pawn in someone else's game. Troy had never even set foot inside Barts and yet he owned it, he controlled everything that happened there, because he owned me.

I knew in every pore of my being that I would do anything for Troy. Anything at all. Because a life without Troy would not be a life worth living. But it was more than the purely physical, Troy had got inside my head like a virus. He was changing me, reprogramming me to serve his needs.

But I wasn't resisting, I wasn't fighting. Because I revelled in the monster I was becoming. Troy got me in a way that nobody else I knew had ever got me. He had shown me what a power-hungry, evil, manipulative bitch I really was. And I loved him for it. Every day since I had met Troy had been an adventure, an adrenaline rush, a thrill.

It was like Troy had rewired my brain just as effectively as he had rewired my cunt and ass. By turning me into a needy slut eager to be filled by him at every opportunity he had taken my manipulative scheming and removed all my old inhibitions, all the high-society etiquette which had held me back and kept a lid on my inner bitch. And he had shown me that my only purpose in life was to serve him and please him in any way he demanded. He had made me see that my own needs and desires could only be fulfilled through him and knowing the totality of his control he knew he could use me in any way he wanted and I would keep coming back for more.

As I got ready for the day ahead I had no idea what the future would bring. But I knew that my future was now inevitably intertwined with Troy's. I had embraced this sordid, dangerous existence and there could be no turning back now. As I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and looked into my own cold, hard eyes I realised with a thrill of shock that I had no idea how far I was willing to go on this path of moral decay. But then I realised that while Troy had in some ways been my liberator, he was also my captor and that my future was no longer in my own hands, but his. 

The old Grace would have found this unacceptably frightening. The idea of total and complete dependence on anyone else a complete anathema. But the new me felt strangely calmed by this realisation. I had never met someone as strong as Troy, both physically and mentally and as I stepped into the shower I felt strangely comforted that my entire future rested in his hands.

End of Chapter 04

[hirarandi]

It had been a long afternoon session at the gym. My body was aching from the exertion as I stepped out of the shower having done a solid couple of hours training.

Still, as I admired myself in the mirror, it took hard work and dedication to maintain a body like mine. Standing at a touch over 6 foot, with tanned dark skin courtesy of my Italian ancestry, my body was buff and chiselled from all the hours spent at the gym. 

As nobody else was around I couldn't help wrapping my hands around the sizeable dick which swung between my powerful thighs. I soon felt it starting to harden in response and despite my excitement at the evening ahead I knew that I had to save myself.

My fortunes were changing. All the training to get onto the college football team had paid off by helping me join the gang which now ran the whole joint. Literally nothing moved without our say so.

It was like my life had changed overnight. Before I'd had to scrap for everything. My parents were never in a job for long and when they were it didn't pay very well.

Most of the time I had to wear hand me downs. One of my first memories was when I was at junior college and this kid got in my face, telling me that I was a hobo. He wasn't saying that after I'd punched him and knocked out a couple of his teeth.

After that guys got the message not to mess with me, but I still got into fights. I was just so angry with the world and that was the only way that I knew to take out my frustrations. Unfortunately, I picked a few fights with older lads which left me on the receiving end of some horrendous beatings.

I still remember coming home one day with¬¬ two black eyes and a broken rib from the battering I had received courtesy of a group of older boys who had decided I needed bringing down a peg or two.

But in a way that was all good training for me. It taught me that to survive in this world you had to be tough, or you'd get eaten alive. But it also taught me you had to be smart and pick your battles, you couldn't win every time.

So I worked hard, bulked up, trained every day and finally I made the football team. The captain was a guy named Troy. He was Italian, just like me, but he was an absolute beast of a man. He only had a few inches on me, but he was built like a fucking tank with muscles bulging everywhere.

Pretty much everyone on the team was scared of him, but to be fair he whipped us into shape. Our college had never won anything, but he took us to our first state championship. He was just so focussed, so determined, I'd never seen anything like it and it spurred me on to improve myself to try and match him.

And then a few months ago Troy started to change. This guy on the team, Marc, challenged him, punked him to his face. What a fool. There was only going to be one winner in that fight. Troy stole his girlfriend, fucked her so hard that she could barely walk straight and then bragged about it to the rest of the team. After that the guy was a laughing stock, a joke, a social leper.

As soon as that happened it was like Troy had realised what his assets were and started to use them. He pulled a group of the toughest guys on the team together and told us we were taking over the college. And he wasn't wrong. Within a few weeks we ran the place.

To start with we were just running an extortion racket, forcing everyone to pay up or risk ending up in hospital. But then we quickly moved onto shifting drugs and instead of having to beat money out of people, they were begging to give us it. Then before long we were pimping out the fit cheerleaders to sad middle aged men desperate for some hot, young pussy.

Troy ran the show. He was the man. The guys wanted to be him and the chicks wanted to fuck him. The chick he stole, Dixie, was the head cheerleader and as hot as hell. She had flowing blonde hair, a cute, ditzy face, a big rack and long, supple legs. Every guy wanted her but she only had eyes for Troy it seemed, like he'd injected her with some drug that made her powerless to resist him.

After what he did to Marc nobody was stupid enough to challenge him and it became clear that you jumped on the train, or it ran you over. I never really liked Troy from the start. He was a muscle headed douche bag. Sure he was tough as nails and ruthless but that's all he had going for him. He was just going to turn out like all the other cocky wannabe gangsters: wasting the best years of his life rotting in jail.

I didn't want my life to turn out like that. So I made sure that as well as training hard I studied hard too so that I'd be able to make something of myself, maybe even go to college. While most of the other guys spent their time training in the gym, drinking in bars and fucking around I made sure I kept myself focussed.

At least that was my plan. Problem was that over time I realised that I could earn a hell of a lot more dough, a hell of a lot easier and a hell of a lot quicker by being in Troy's gang. I told myself that I was just doing it to earn enough money to get by, that I had no choice to do it if I wanted my family to be able to afford to have food on the table every night and pay for gas.

But being in the gang was like a drug. At first it felt like I was in complete control. I got involved when I wanted to and kept to the low level, easy stuff, just earning enough to get by on. But if I wanted to stay tight with the gang I had to show my loyalty and earn my chits with the guys.

That meant making sure that I went out with the rest of the guys regularly to maintain my position in the pecking order. And then I saw how easy it was to earn a few more bucks, so I got more involved in organising our operations, running the drugs and making sure everything ran smoothly.

Suddenly I had money to spend for the first time in my life on things that I actually wanted, rather than merely needed. So I bought my first car, yeah it was second hand and pretty clapped out, but it was all mine. I sorted out a new wardrobe, buying the latest designer gear so that I looked great all the time.

But then to maintain this new lifestyle I had to get more and more deeply involved in the gang. I needed to keep spending and the gang was the only way I was ever going to earn the kind of bucks that were needed.

And before long I realised I was good at this shit. Yeah I was strong physically, that was a given. I could handle myself in a brawl and could mete out punishment beatings to anyone who got on the wrong side of us.

But more importantly I was strong mentally. I was clever. I could figure out a way round problems, think through how to do things most efficiently and handle the hot-headed knuckle heads around me.

More than that I realised that I loved the adrenaline rush, that feeling of being out of control, of surfing on the edge of a wave not knowing if it was about to send you soaring to new heights or plunge you down to new depths.

It all seemed to come naturally to me and over time I worked my way into the inner sanctum, one of Troy's top guys, the ones he entrusted with the most responsibility and naturally rewarded the most handsomely.

One other benefit was the frequent supply of hot pussy. Hell, what can I say? I'm an 18 year-old red-blooded male. Once I had got a taste for all the sweet cunt on offer it was impossible to let go. I went from being so nervous around chicks that I could barely utter a word to having the confident swagger of a guy who knew that he could have his way with practically any woman he wanted.

There was nothing better than strutting into a club with the rest of the guys and picking out a hot girl that I could take home and fuck all night long. The more arrogant I got the more the chicks seemed to dig me and want to be with me.

Over time it made me realise what made Troy so successful. What mattered was appearance, rather than reality. He gave off the impression of being dangerous, hard and supremely confident so most people believed it, whether it was true or not. And over time I was doing the same. It was amazing to see the change. Both men and women who might have shunned me or ignored me before now hung on my ever word. And when I spoke people listened.

It felt great to have that sense of control over my life for the first time, like I was in charge of my own destiny. And I realised I could play this game better than anyone. I had been wrong to think it was just a sucker's game. It was for most of the muscle headed jocks who got involved with gangs and had brains the size of peas but I knew that wasn't me.

The only guy I thought that could match me intellectually was Troy's brother, Scott. I didn't know him too well as he liked to stay in the background. He was quiet but he was a complete genius. What he didn't know about computers and all that I.T. stuff, wasn't worth knowing.

But while Scott was bright, I knew that he wasn't really cut out for running a gang. He'd only got dragged into it because his brother wasn't stupid enough to think he could run things all by himself. Still, I knew that I was the complete package. I had the right mixture of Troy's physique and Scott's brains to make a killing in this business, way more than I could anywhere else.

And I knew that now was the time to step things up a gear. To step out of the shadows. The truth was that I'd become increasingly pissed off at Troy and the way he ran things. In the last few weeks he'd found a way to worm his way into the richest family in town and was hanging out at their huge mansion. After that we'd started to expand our operations to this college where all the trust fund kids went, way across town. And I knew that the profits must have been through the roof.

But here was the problem. We were obviously making loads more money than we had before but us guys doing the grunt work weren't seeing much of it coming through to us. And it seemed like Troy was more interested in fucking anything that moved at that big mansion than actually running the business.

He left most of the real work to Dixie, Vinny, Scott and me. Vinny was a cool guy but he was so loyal to Troy it was unreal. It was like they were brothers or something, they were that close. And obviously Scott and Dixie were too.

It was really starting to bug me though and over time I saw that things needed to change. We needed a management restructure so that the operation was being run by someone who gave it their full attention and wasn't gonna be distracted by a never ending parade of bimbos.

That's why I was excited about tonight. I was meeting Dixie for dinner. It was such a surprise when she'd asked me out on the date that I couldn't believe it at first. She seemed so into Troy that I'd never even bothered to try and hook up with her, despite getting hard every time I looked at her, because I knew that she wouldn't be interested and Troy would probably beat me to a pulp if he found out I'd gone near one of his favourite girls.

After I'd had chance to think it through it made more sense. Dixie was probably feeling neglected by Troy too. I remembered what it had been like when they first hooked up. They were virtually inseparable. Dixie followed him round like a love sick puppy and they would fuck anywhere and everywhere. In college classrooms, in the locker room, in his big SUV after matches. And whenever you saw them together Dixie would just stare at Troy and you could see the desire and lust in her eyes.

Since Troy had moved into that big mansion though and started banging a whole host of other chicks, Dixie must have felt a bit put out. Maybe she wanted to make Troy jealous? Maybe she was just too horny and thought I could get the job done when Troy couldn't or wouldn't? Either way I knew this was the opening that I needed.

Dixie knew so much about Troy and the way the business worked. He seemed to trust her more than anyone else, maybe because he knew what hold he had over her. If I could break that hold and get Dixie on side, well who knew what could happen?

I knew what I was doing was dangerous, that it was risky, that it could all blow up in my face. But the surge of adrenaline was too much for me to resist so I decided to go ahead and meet up with Dixie and see what she had to say. I'd just have to be careful, take it slow and work out how best to play the situation to my advantage.

As I quickly got dressed I tried to keep myself calm and composed, controlling the growing excitement which was building inside me as I considered what opportunities and dangers lay ahead.

Two hours later I was pulling up outside Dixie's driveway and tooting my horn to let her know I had arrived. I'd decided to dress quite casually, I didn't want to let Dixie know quite how into her I was. So I wore a simple white shirt with a pair of faded denim jeans. I knew the crisp white shirt set up a nice contrast with my dark, tanned skin and that would appeal to a girl like Dixie.

After a minute or two I saw signs of movement from the house as Dixie skipped down the driveway and got into the passenger seat of the car. As she did so my heart beat a little faster and my dick immediately hardened, pressing against the cotton briefs which contained them.

Dixie was wearing what could only be described as a skimpy outfit. She was sporting a pale green strap top with a plunging neck line. Her large, perky tits spilled over the top of the outfit, supported by the striking golden bra I could see beneath the thin, satin material of her top. Her black skirt was similarly revealing, riding up well over her knees as she sat down in her seat and turned to face me.

"How do I look, Mike? I hope it's good enough for wherever you're taking us tonight?"

It took a moment to regain my composure as I drank in the sight before me. I still marvelled at how hot Dixie was. I'd known her for a few years and ever since I'd set eyes on her I'd harboured a huge crush. Unfortunately, I wasn't alone and I'd never had the self-confidence to approach such a stunner. But all that had changed now and yet I still couldn't quite believe that I was about to finally take her on a date. Suddenly I realised my hesitation and hurriedly issued a response.

"Oh yeah Dixie, you look incredible. Just like always."

As soon as I'd said the words I cringed inside. So much for playing it cool. But Dixie didn't seem to mind. She was beaming at me as I tore my gaze away from her and back to the road.

"Yeah you're gonna love the place Dixie, it's a little out of the way but it's perfect."

"Cool, I knew you'd pick somewhere good."

And with that we were off and away. The conversation as I drove was a little stilted. I felt butterflies in my stomach for the first time in years. It was like having the clock rewound to my younger, less confident self. I mean I'd been with a lot of girls in the last few months and had a lot of fun, but I'd never had a date with one as sexy as Dixie and I didn't want to mess it up.

Every time I glanced across at Dixie I felt my dick twitch as I took in her gorgeous figure. This wasn't helped by the fact that her hands kept moving around her body, first softly and subtly caressing her busom and then drifting down to between her long, slender legs. It seemed like she was shivering even though it was a warm evening as though she couldn't quite control herself around me.

By the time we pulled up at the restaurant my prick was straining against my denim jeans, which were bulging out obscenely as a result. Whereas in the past I might have been embarrassed about this and sought to hide it, I now swelled with pride. I knew from past experience that my huge bulge was always an advantage when picking up a hot chick.

"Here we are babe. Let's go."

Dixie grinned at me, a look of excitement on her face as we both got out of the car. As we approached the entrance she reached out and placed her petite, dainty hand into the palm of mine. I felt a surge of electricity at her touch and quickly enclosed my hand around hers. My head swam slightly as the feelings of lust flowed through my veins and I felt my heart rate accelerate as I imagined what the rest of the night would have in store.

The place I'd chosen was an expensive little French bistro. I'd chosen it because it was one of the most romantic places I'd ever seen. Nearly every table was occupied by a couple. The lighting was quite dark with the only illumination coming from candles placed on each of the tables. As we both sat down it was obvious that I'd made the right choice. The joint was just so intimate and it felt as though the rest of the place had melted away so that it was just Dixie and I who were there.

Now that I was facing Dixie directly I had to fight hard not to allow my jaw to slacken in awe at her sexiness. Whether it was a bright blue eyes, her petite, feminine lips, those long flowing blonde locks or the massive canyon of cleavage that was on proud display I could not take my eyes off her. They roved across her stunning figure, making me incredibly hungry. Not for food, but for cunt.

My dick was hard as a rock inside my cotton briefs, desperate to break out and fuck this blonde slut senseless. It took all my concentration not to blow right there and then, which would have been the biggest humiliation of all.

Somehow I managed to stumble through the dinner with insignificant small talk. As far as I could tell Dixie was having a good time. She kept complimenting me on how romantic the place was and how she had never been treated like this before. Each time this happened my heart rate increased and my dick pulsed with heightened desire.

Time seemed to have slowed to a standstill. The problem with going to this French place was that they operated at their own, slow place. All I wanted to do was rip Dixie's clothes off, but instead I was forced to continue my agonising wait. At times the conversation ran dry and I felt embarrassed as I saw Dixie smirking as I continued to blatantly ogle her sexy body.

As I did so I felt a sudden pressure on my crotch. It was one of Dixie's small feet, which she had obviously lifted and deliberately placed on my throbbing prick. I shivered at the unexpected sensation and then looked across at Dixie.

Our eyes connected and we communicated more to each other in that instant than any of the insignificant chit chat had. She had a seductive, knowing look in her eyes. I knew in that instant that I would be getting lucky that night. She looked like the cat who had got the cream, and was very happy about it. And in that moment I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from cumming.

I had never felt this way about a chick before, so thoroughly consumed with lust and desire. It was like all the other girls I had been with had been in black and white, while Dixie was in colour. It wasn't just her physique though. She had something else about her: a confidence in herself and her ability to get any man that she wanted. 

I wasn't used to that. Most of the chicks I picked up in bars and clubs knew who I was. They knew I was a player in an up and coming gang. They knew I was dangerous. They knew I had a reputation for taking innocent, naive girls home and turning them into filthy sluts. They knew I had a big dick and that I wasn't afraid to use it. And so it was always so easy. When I approached those chicks I felt like a fox approaching a defenceless hen. We both knew what was going to happen that night, how it was going to end up and who was in charge.

And things had got so easy for me that it was almost boring. I'd felt it over the last few weeks. Going to the same haunts and picking up the same type of girls had become boring. I was going through the motions and the spark wasn't there anymore, but I kept doing it because that was all that I knew.

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Dixie was like stepping up to a whole new division. It was like playing a completely different game in fact. She knew all the same things about me as those other chicks did but it didn't seem to intimidate her. Instead it excited her, like she was up for the challenge, the sexual combat which was to come. She would be a participant, rather than just a receptacle. That confidence in herself made her different from all the other sluts I'd known, who only got any self worth from having a hot, big dicked guy fuck her silly. Dixie was more independent, better able to hold her own. And that turned me on so much. For the first time in a long-time I didn't know how the evening was going to turn out. I wasn't quite sure if I was out of my depths here. And that made me harder than I had been in a very, very long time.

And to make matters worse Dixie started massaging my turgid dick through my pants, while maintaining constant eye contact. It was like she was pushing me, testing my limits. Although we were in a restaurant with lots of people around us it still felt as though we were the only couple in the room.

I felt my breathing grow more erratic as Dixie began to move her foot faster and faster. The friction between the cotton of my briefs and the skin of my solid cock sending jolts of pleasure through my whole body. I saw Dixie smirking as she continued to stimulate me and I realised in that moment what I had got myself into.

Dixie wasn't one of those cute, naive girls that I was used to in high college. This was an experienced sexy whore who knew how to tease men, who knew how to seduce men, who knew how to control men. And that sent a surge of adrenaline through me. Tonight was going to be a moment of truth for me.

I saw in that moment it could go two ways. I could easily fall under this chicks spell. I could let her continue to take control, to tease and tantalise me, to play me like a puppet on a string. I could let her use my body to give her the pleasure that she needed, to meet her primal desires. And then what would I be? I would be nothing better than a puppy kept on a tight lease by his demanding mistress.

Alternatively, I could rise to the occasion. I could master my emotions and turn the tables on this sexy minx. I could show her that all she was doing was lighting a fire that would devour her. I could prove that I was up to the task of taming this slut. Then it would be her on a leash, I would be the puppeteer and she would be my bitch.

This realisation flooded through me in an instant and I knew that tonight was critical in determining how this nascent relationship would unfold. More than that, it would determine how my life would unfold. Whether I really was capable of being the alpha male who everyone else was forced to listen to and take notice of, or whether I would be just another also ran kept under control by my rampant sexual desires.

It was like waking up from a dream. I had allowed a sexual haze to descend on my brain, as though Dixie had cast a spell on me, slowly lulling me into docility. The effect was almost immediate. I felt my breathing grow more normal and I grinned across at Dixie, telling her that she could tease me like this for as long as she wanted. I wasn't going to break. I wasn't going to buckle. That would be her role tonight.

I smiled in triumph as I saw the change this wrought on Dixie. The confident smirk had gone. Her eyes had narrowed in confusion and suspicion. Eventually she withdrew her foot and a feeling of elation rose inside me. It was like I had won round one of our sexual battle and having got the psychological upper hand I was determined not to let it slip.

I quickly signalled to the waiter to send over the bill and paid it by slamming down a couple of hundred dollars on the table, including a sizeable tip in my desire to leave as quickly as possible and cement my advantage.

"Let's go."

I watched as Dixie got to her feet, clearly taken aback at the change of pace the evening had so quickly taken. I knew that now was the time to pounce. I had wined and dined her, but now it was time to have my fun. Like a seasoned poacher I knew I had to time my strike perfectly, while my prey wasn't expecting it, to seal my advantage.

As we left the restaurant I went to put my arm around Dixie. But instead of placing it around her shoulders I reached down and grabbed hold of her tight rump. I could feel her jump in surprise as the shock of my actions ran through her as adrenaline continued to course through my veins.

I wasn't stupid. I knew that Dixie was trying to play me. Trying to use her considerable feminine charms to make me fall under her intoxicating spell. And so far this evening I had fallen for the ploy hook, line and sinker. Her body had that effect, just oozing sex appeal and making any man think only with his dick, forcing all other thoughts from his head, just as this manipulative vixen wanted.

But now that I had awoken to her game it was now her turn to be unsure and unsteady on her feet as I showed her how much of a man I really was and who would be in charge for the rest of the evening. We'd both had quite a bit to drink so I'd arranged with the waiter to have a cab waiting outside for us.

As we left the restaurant we were both hit by the cool evening breeze and I felt Dixie shiver beside me. I knew it wouldn't be the last time she would shiver that evening, although that would be for a different reason. I grabbed hold of her butt more forcefully, squeezing it inside my large hand, and using it as leverage to force her to face me.

I was transformed now. Gone was the lethargy and hesitation that had dogged me for most of the evening. I had re-found my mojo and knew now there could be no turning back. The die was cast; Dixie was mine.

Without waiting a second longer I reached down and planted my lips on Dixie's. Again I felt her recoil in surprise but I was in control now and it felt great to be back in charge of the situation. As I forced my tongue into her mouth I used my other hand to grip her ass even tighter, lifting her up into the air and backing her onto the side of the waiting cab.

The initial resistance had melted away now, as Dixie submitted to me. Her arms reached round the back of my neck, clinging onto my muscular frame as we kissed passionately. Our tongues were smashing together now as we both unleashed the full force of the pent up desire which had been building between us all evening. I felt Dixie pulling my head towards her and knew that she had succumbed to her desire. It was a sloppy, wet kiss as we frantically attacked each other, all sense of romance vanishing. We both knew that had been the starter and the main course was what we were both interested in.

Once again I felt completely on the edge, my dick aching inside the tight confines of my briefs and I felt a spurt of pre-cum issuing already as I became caught up in the moment. Meanwhile Dixie had spread her legs wide and flung them around my hips. In response I moved forward, trapping her even more tightly against the car. As I did her cunt connected with my dick, through my clothing and I felt another jolt of excitement and anticipation flow through me.

My dick twitched, as though it knew that what it had been seeking all night was now within touching distance. But unlike earlier I didn't panic about this heightened stimulation, instead I embraced it. I knew that I had the strength and control to handle this, that I had the stamina to survive it. I felt Dixie squirming in my hands. It seemed I wasn't the only one being stimulated and I knew that she was desperate to feel my sizeable meat inside her needy pussy.

A moment later the taxi tooted its horn, evidently frustrated at the wait. I didn't care less what the driver thought, but I knew that I wanted to keep things moving so I responded almost straight away. I stepped away from the car, pulling Dixie back with me before reaching out to open the door. Then I flung Dixie unceremoniously inside before joining her on the back seat and telling the driver our destination. He didn't look too impressed but when he saw the ferocity of my gaze he quickly started driving. I was used to this sort of response since I'd got involved in the gang. Weaker guys could just tell that it wasn't worth messing with me.

I took the opportunity to take a breath and calm myself for what lay ahead. I glanced to the side and the sight that met my eyes only increased my testosterone levels. Dixie's hair was a mess and her head had lolled to the side. She looked dazed and confused as she stared at me hungrily. And as I watched I saw her hand slip beneath her short black skirt.

As she explored her own cunt I saw her take a deep intake of breath, as though she was struggling to breathe. I wasn't going to let her regain her composure though, to find a way of once again using her undoubtedly well tested skills of seduction to bring me under her spell once more.

Instead I reached for my zip. A second later, I had fished out my dick. It sprung out of its cotton confinement with such speed that I saw Dixie's eyes widen in shock. For a few seconds all I did was stroke my meat. It stood ramrod straight, like a flag pole at full mast. Looking at it proudly I realised it was bigger than it had ever been before at what was an imposing 9 thick, hard inches of pure muscle.

All those hours of teasing, the long, tortuous wait and the sudden, decisive action had caused it to inflate to hitherto unknown proportions. I felt it pulse in my hand and watched as Dixie eyed it nervously. If there was any lingering doubt left in me, the sight of my towering manhood extinguished them. And I could see that Dixie too knew that the terms of engagement for the evening had now been irrevocably established.

I was in charge and she was going to submit.

Dixie's hands were now thrusting inside her cunt faster than ever and her breathing was becoming more erratic. I knew what was happening to her. I'd seen it happening to sluts hundreds of times before. She was becoming overwhelmed by lustful desire. Her horniness was taking control. Like a drug, it was having a physiological, not just a psychological effect on her. Instead of thinking with her head, she was thinking with her cunt. And her cunt only wanted one thing.

I grinned as I contemplated what lay ahead. I knew tonight was going to be a lot of fun.

Suddenly without any warning I reached out and gripped the back of her neck, dragging her head towards me. Any independence of thought had gone now, as I directed her mouth to the angry, purple helmet of my throbbing shaft.

She knew what was expected of her and as I felt her warm mouth engulf my raging dick I rocked back my head in pleasure, allowing a low groan of victory to escape my mouth. The hand on the back of her head was now superfluous as she got to work on my meat. 

It was immediately obvious this slut was an expert cocksucker. So many chicks were nervous around a dick. I was so used to them tamely licking the helmet, not really knowing what they had to do to please their man. They soon got the idea when I grabbed the back of their heads and started face fucking them. But the whole process was just needlessly difficult and drawn out.

Not Dixie. She knew exactly what was required of her right now. Maybe it was experience, or maybe it was just her natural instincts taking control now that she had smell of dick in her nostrils. Whatever the reason I already knew this would be the best blowjob of my life.

Her head plunged so rapidly that more than half my pole was consumed in a fraction of a second, as I felt my dick hit her throat with a thud. I felt her tongue wiggling and squirming, stimulating the underside of my shaft as it did so.

But before I had got used to this sensation Dixie had lifted her mouth up, until it had risen as far as the tip of my throbbing prick, before slamming back down on it again. At the same time she brought her hands round, using one to massage my balls while the other grasped the base of my shaft like a child clinging to its sweets. But at no point did she stop the momentum being built by her head, bobbing up and down on my prick like a boat in a stormy sea.

Within a few seconds I felt precum leaking from the helmet of my prick. The liquid did nothing to halt Dixie's frenzied attack. If anything it only offered her more encouragement and made her even more desperate to milk me.

Dixie didn't care about the mess she was making. It was as though for her the rest of the world had disappeared, with only her mouth and my dick left. It wasn't long before my prick was soaked in a mixture of her saliva and my precum. As a result each time her gob slammed itself down I felt my staff slide its way further and further down her throat, encasing it within those tight confines and sending waves of pleasure flooding through my body.

I was starting to feel myself losing control again. I'd had a lot of chicks suck me off. But never like this. Never so intense. I heard my grunting grow louder as Dixie continued to press further and further down my shaft, her soft lips massaging my dick and giving me more pleasure than I'd ever felt in my life.

I couldn't believe how seemingly easy it was for Dixie to take my cock. Most of the other girls I'd fucked had moaned about the size, said how difficult it was to fit, gagged before it had even reached halfway into their inadequate, little mouths. It was a battle to get any satisfaction. But Dixie was swallowing my pole like it was just a starter for her.

And as I looked down I saw that she had achieved what no other chick had done before. My whole dick was now stuffed into her mouth, pushed impossibly far down her slick, wet throat. I felt her chin nuzzling against my balls.

It was now me struggling for breath. It was me who could no longer think straight. My fuck stick was so hard now that I felt like it was about to burst. And still Dixie continued, lifting her head totally off my prick, before smashing her head back down on it.

She was fucking my dick with her mouth. There was no other way to describe it. And I could feel myself buckling, my balls were tightening and I knew that if I didn't do something fast I was going to blow. And not just blow. But blow harder than I'd ever blown before.

And then as I looked down I saw Dixie gazing up at me, my dick totally submerged inside her hungry mouth. The look made my cock take another lurch as it tightened even further. It was a look of a sex crazed slut who knew that she had me where she wanted me. It was the look of a sly, cunning vixen who knew that I was cornered. It was the look of an evil witch who had used her feminine magic to subdue me.

In that moment I felt more vulnerable than I had ever felt before in my life. All my cocky arrogance had gone. All my feelings of power and control had ebbed away. In their place was a feeling of hedonistic bliss. My dick pulsed in desperate need of release. I knew that I wanted to cum. I wanted to blow a huge, sticky load over this hot slut.

But in that look I also saw my own doom, my own demise, my own abyss. If I unloaded now then Dixie would know that she was the one calling the slots, she was the one in control. I might have the muscles and the big dick, but she would have a mouth that had tamed both.

And in that instant I saw what game Dixie was playing and knew that I could not let her win it, or I would be the pathetic bitch tending to her ever wish knowing that I needed her more than she needed me.

I knew that I had to stay strong. And in that moment I acted on instinct. I reached across with my now free hand and quickly ripped down her skirt before quickly dispatching the tiny throng underneath. Before Dixie could react I slapped her now exposed ass violently. I watched with satisfaction the look of shock on her face as her ass jiggled and she squirmed on my pole like a fish out of water.

Over the next few seconds I slapped her ass cheeks again and again, like I was disciplining an errant collegegirl, which I suppose I was. Dixie's mouth flopped off my dick, freeing it from her control. I knew that I had to press my advantage, so I plunged three fingers hard and fast up her now dripping cunt.

Her eyes widened in shock at the sudden vaginal intrusion. But I wasn't going to stop there. I started to finger her aggressively, while my thumb encircled her distended clit. I could feel her whole body shivering at the stimulation I was giving her and her head flopped down as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

I didn't let up for the rest of the journey and Dixie was back firmly under my control. My dick was still hard as a rock but as I felt testosterone flood my veins I felt the tightness in my balls slacken, as my self-control reasserted itself.

A few minutes later the cab drew to a halt and I saw that we'd arrived at our destination. Pulling my fingers away from her cunt I lifted Dixie so that she was upright again. I paid the driver while Dixie pulled up her now torn skirt and tried to make herself look presentable.

When I saw what she was trying to do I knew how to make her feel even more degraded and submissive. I reached out with the hand which had just been fingering her cunt and smeared her face with her own pussy juices.

As she looked at me I saw a change in her eyes. She was no longer the confident, arrogant slut, so sure that she could master this dumb punk and make his dick her plaything. Instead she knew that her only true purpose in life was as my plaything. And boy was I going to have fun playing with her tonight.

Getting out of the cab, I dragged her body out with me. The air was even colder now and I heard Dixie gasp as it hit her hot, sticky body. I didn't even bother trying to put my dick back into my tight jeans. There was no way it would fit now and I knew that nobody would care where we were going.

So in we walked together. I strutted towards the nearest doors, my big cock swinging as I went, while Dixie trailed along behind me like a stray dog chasing after its new owner.

The feelings flowing through me were incredible. I felt so strong, so powerful, so in control. I had taken the sexiest, most confident slut in the whole college, the chick that all the guys drooled over, and turned her into my own personal fuck toy. And here I was, walking with my powerfully, meaty stick on display, showing everyone else my power.

As I swaggered up to the reception desk I saw the eyes of the young brunette sat there widen in shock. Her jaws slackened at the lewd display. But I knew that she wouldn't do anything. I'd been to this crappy motel dozens of times before and it was the sort of place that never asked any questions. They didn't care what you did in the rooms as long as you paid for them, which was reflected in the clientele which used the place.

"Name's Spirelli. Mike Spirelli." I said authoritatively, before adding with a cocky smirk on my face, "And my face is up here, babe." 

The receptionist who had been ogling my big dick like it was the first cock she had ever seen snapped her head up so quickly I thought it might snap.

A second later she was typing away at her computer. As she did so I couldn't help but notice her perspiring as a sheen of sweat appeared on her face. This only made me feel even more powerful, and I took the liberty of stroking my angry dick right there in the lobby. The receptionist had a concentrated look on her face, as though trying desperately to control her emotions and every few seconds I saw her eyes twitch to get a glance at my erection.

"Come on, I ain't got all day you know." I said impatiently, causing the receptionist to jump and type ever more frantically.

Eventually, she reached into a drawer of her desk and handed me the key.

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"You're in room 7. It's down the hall and on the right."

Before she had even finished her sentence I'd grabbed hold of Dixie and started dragging her down the corridor towards our room. I'd waited long enough and I wasn't going to wait any longer.

As soon as we got inside I pushed Dixie forward, flinging her onto the bed, which creaked in protest as her body thudded into it. The setting couldn't have been more different from the expensive French restaurant where we had started the evening. That was all about romance and seduction. This place was dingy and shop worn. It was only about one thing. Fucking.

I looked down for a second at Dixie who was lying prone on the bed, her ass sticking up invitingly. In a flash I had discarded my jeans so that I was naked from the waist down and without wasting another second I moved forward to join my slut on the bed.

The next few moments whizzed by as I ripped off her skirt for the second time this evening, discarding it by my side. This time she wouldn't be able to retrieve it, as it lay torn in two forlornly on the floor.

There was nothing standing between me and my prize now. I stared at her bare ass, admiring its every contour as it lay there still red from the spanking I had given it earlier. But now was not the time for admiration. Now was the time for action.

Without saying anything I mounted her and drove my throbbing dick into her wet cunt. It slid in easily, gliding up her vaginal passage like it was a second home. I heard Dixie squeal as I thrust hard and deep inside her until my whole, raging cunt-basher was nestled inside her tight, silky pussy.

It felt amazing, the feeling of dominance and victory rushed through me as I realised that I had done it. I had conquered this slut. Now it was time to finish her and claim my reward.

So I drew my hips back and started to fuck her. It felt great to be able to just hammer a pussy without worrying whether the slut could take it. Dixie could handle it rough. Dixie could handle it deep. Dixie could handle it hard. And I was determined to make sure she got it rough and hard and deep.

Straight away I hit a fast, steady rhythm, pounding her tight snatch remorselessly with deep, punishing strokes. Our hips smashed into each other at pace and my balls swung round to hit her clit each time I drove my shaft inside her. She was so well lubricated now that I was able to go as fast as I wanted, stretching out her pussy to fit my large pole.

The room was filled with the sounds of Dixie's screams, the metronomic thud of hip on hip, the relentless creaking of the bed and the squelching noise of my prick swimming in her plentiful cunt juices.

I had fucked plenty of chicks but never quite like this. Never quite with this level of energy or this level of ferocity. It was like I'd spent my life driving Fords and now I was at the wheel of a Ferrari. The harder I thrust forward, the harder Dixie thrust back and the louder the sound of our hips colliding became.

Dixie wasn't naive and inexperienced like most of the girls I'd fucked before. She wasn't just taking the pounding I was giving her, she was joining in as an active participant. Instead of moaning about my size she was begging me for more. She wanted it harder, faster and deeper.

"Fuck me, stud. Give me more," Dixie screamed at the top of her lungs.

"You need this, don't you? You horny slut. You need a big, thick, cock inside your tight, sexy cunt, don't you?"

"Yes. I need this. I, uh, need your big, fat cock. Argh. Ugh. Ugh."

As she tried to reply I upped the pace of my thrusts, using my powerful hips to slam all nine inches of my rock hard battering ram into her defenceless pussy. Her screaming reached an even higher pitch as we became more frenzied and it seemed as though she had lost the ability to speak at all.

But still I continued, relentlessly filling her up as she howled like the sex craved slut that she truly was. In that moment I felt such power. I was dominating the hottest chick that I'd every laid eyes on. The girl that everyone in college wanted to fuck. Troy's girl.

I knew that I had her now. I knew that she needed this, badly. The way she was screaming it was like she hadn't been fucked for weeks. Like a junkie who had gone for weeks without a proper fix. And now she was overdosing. And it was my dick that was giving her that overdose.

The sense of power and control rushed through my body and I felt my prick swell as it continued to thrust in and out of her cunt. But unlike earlier in the evening I had no worries that I might cum too soon. I felt like I could go for hours like this. I felt a strength flood through me, as I rode the crest of this sexual wave.

I reached forward and grabbed hold of Dixie's blonde hair, pulling her head up and forcing her to arch her back upwards as we continued to slam into one another at pace. Using my other hand I grabbed hold of her shoulders, using the leverage to pull her closer towards me.

As I continued to hammer away at Dixie's now slick pussy I couldn't help but smirk and think about Troy. After all his macho posturing, all his alpha male strutting, here I was banging his chick and he was utterly clueless.

He was probably locked away in that mansion, balls deep in some random slut, while I was pounding his favourite girl. The one who made his business run so smoothly. The one that would be the key to bringing him down.

I loved fucking a slut doggie style. There was something about it that was just so primal, such a demonstration of male superiority and female subjugation. As I looked down at Dixie and saw the sweat dripping off her body and heard the frantic panting and heaving of her chest I knew that yet again I had turned her into my bitch.

Suddenly I heard Dixie squeal and felt her shaking uncontrollably on my swollen cock. And then I felt her cunt being flooded with pussy juice. It rained over my dick like a fountain, continuing to fall as a large wet patch started to form on the bed beneath us.

I felt the strength in her core evaporate, as though she had been broken by the intensity of our copulation. Her head rocked forward and down, as did her shoulders, as though she no longer had the strength to keep them from falling down.

If there had been any doubt about the victor of our sexual battle, this ended it. It was like her body was raising a white flag, surrendering to a superior force.

I could have stopped at that point. I could have rolled over and lay on the bed with Dixie held lovingly in my arms. Perhaps a previous version of me would have done that. But that wasn't the man I had become. That wasn't the man I wanted to be. I wasn't interested in a loving romance. I craved that feeling of power that unleashed a torrent of adrenaline, testosterone and endorphins through my body and made me feel like a powerful conqueror able to vanquish any foe.

Dixie's lust may have been satiated, but mine had not. Her thirst may have been quenched, but mine remained. But I was going to make sure it was by the end of the night.

I didn't just want this to be just a victory, I wanted this to be a victory that neither of us would ever forget. This was my opportunity. This was the chance I had been waiting for. Dixie was essential to my plans for taking control of the gang and I couldn't let her slip through my fingers.

That meant not just fucking her, but fucking her so hard that she would not be able to cope without me and my dick pounding her and sending her into ecstasy. I needed to fuck her so completely that she forgot all about Troy and instead became loyal to a new dick.

If there was one thing I had learnt since I'd got involved with the gang it was that you could control a chick if you could control her cunt. It worked even better than getting her hooked on drugs, because she could get them anywhere. But if you could convince her cunt that only your dick could give her those body shattering orgasms you could get her to do whatever you wanted. From that point onwards she wouldn't think with her brain. In fact, she wouldn't think at all. She would just do whatever she was asked in order to experience feeling that orgasmic high just one more time.

But I knew that breaking an experienced slut like Dixie wouldn't be easy. Even though it appeared as though the orgasm I had given her had done the job I knew that it hadn't. Sure, it had probably given her pleasure like she hadn't experienced in a long time. But she was used to being fucked by a big dick, used to using muscled jocks to give her the release she craved.

If I stopped now, I would just be the latest in a long line of studs to give Dixie a night to remember, before she moved onto her next conquest. And I couldn't let that happen, because without owning Dixie, completely owning her, I had no chance of taking down Troy. No chance of taking what was rightfully mine. And I couldn't let that happen.

And so I knew now was the time to be ruthless. Pulling out of Dixie's sloppy cunt I quickly flipped her over. I took just a few seconds satisfaction as I looked at the state of her. Her body was covered in perspiration, her make-up had started to run, her hair was a mess and her eyes were finding it difficult to focus.

I couldn't help but admire the way her body looked in that moment. She definitely looked less beautiful, less conventionally attractive. But damn she looked smoking hot. You could tell right then how much of a born slut she was. Her body was radiant, her golden tan seeming to shine brighter in the murky light of the motel. While her breasts seemed even bigger now they glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. But there would be time to admire my plaything later, now it was time for business.

I reached out and again grabbed hold of her neck, pulling her unsteady head and body towards me and the glistening pole that jutted out from my body like a sword about to do battle.

Pretty quickly I saw Dixie's eyes regain their focus. It would have been pretty hard for them not to, because they were now just inches away from my throbbing dick. I could see Dixie was still struggling to right herself.

"Smell that, slut? That's your sweet pussy juice slobbered all over my big bad cock. And you know what a good little slut needs to do, don't you?"

I waited a second for her to respond, but she still seemed incapable of speech. Either she had not yet recovered from the orgasm that had ripped through her just moments before or she was too intoxicated by the smell of my dick and her cunt juice to be able to talk.

"I thought you'd be better trained than this, slut. Clean me up!" I barked out the order, but Dixie still seemed too doped up to respond and losing patience I took matters into my own hands.

Grabbing hold of her head I thrust forward and used my engorged shaft to prize her mouth open. I could see that she was still struggling to think straight, but I had to smile as I felt her petite hands reach up and start to massage the base of my fuck rod as she moaned softly. Her natural slut instinct was taking over, making it even easier for me to dominate her.

Without giving her a moments rest I pushed my pelvis forward violently, while keeping a tight grip on her blonde locks. Her eyes bulged obscenely as my dick punched its way down her defenceless throat.

Immediately, I began to fuck her face aggressively. This blow job was nothing like the one in the taxi. Then Dixie had been the one in control, using her mouth and tongue to tease and tantalise me, to milk me dry. But now it was me calling the shots. I was fucking her skull so hard. Using her mouth as it was meant to be used, like just another cunt.

I felt Dixie gagging and thrashing beneath me as I continued my assault. Her spittle was flying everywhere now and her face was a mess of cunt juice and saliva mixed with the dark black streaks of her mascara.

I knew that she was struggling badly. Her arms were flailing as she gasped desperately for air. But I didn't care. It was necessary. I had to show her that I was the meanest, nastiest fucker on this Earth. That only I could give her that feeling of being totally used and abused that I knew would make her my loyal servant in the upcoming battle with Troy.

So I continued to skull fuck her. Slamming her head onto my oversized dick like it was a bowling ball. Until eventually I felt that familiar tightening in my balls. And this time I knew I couldn't hold it back. This time I knew that the events of the evening were about to overpower me.

Embracing the feeling I growled in triumph as I felt my cum cannon firing directly down her throat. I held Dixie's head in place as I continued to release more spurts of my thick white man goo straight into her stomach. I felt her head starting to shake as she gagged and wretched, but I kept my grip firm. This moment was all about me. My pleasure, my release, my satisfaction.

And still the cum poured into her. The feelings of victorious domination after a night of teasing and temptation had overwhelmed me and I was cumming harder and longer than I ever had before. Eventually Dixie could contain my precious load no longer and it came spurting out of her nose and trickled out of her mouth and onto her voluptuous tits below.

Eventually when I had finally finished I pulled out and as my cock emerged more of my seed spilled down her chin and onto her sexy body. I took a moment to look down on her, to glory in how I had broken this super confident slut and turned her into nothing more than a receptacle for my cum.

Dixie's eyes were blank. It was as though her mind had shut down, unable to process what was happening to her. And as soon as I released her she flopped back onto the bed, utterly spent. The orgasmic explosion had also hit me hard and so I fell down next to her and fell asleep cradling my new fuck doll, confident that with her help I could finally bring down Troy once and for all.

I woke early the next morning, as the first rays of sunshine pierced the dank room. I looked across at Dixie, still out like a light. I couldn't believe the transformation that I had wrought in her. When I had picked her up the previous evening she had looked incredible and I had struggled to think straight. But now she just looked like another cheap skank, the type that you could find in any seedy bar or club.

That thought sent a surge of adrenaline through me and I was tempted to fuck her again straight away. But I knew that I had to bide my time, that I had to be patient, that I had to make her come to me.

This wasn't just about sex. Dixie had been the hottest girl I had fucked in my life and I was desperate for a repeat. But I knew the stakes were bigger than just satisfying my teenage libido. It was my whole future at stake.

So I quickly got dressed and left. I wanted Dixie to wake up cold and alone and covered in my spunk. I wanted her to have an empty cunt. I wanted her to finger herself to try and satisfy her sordid, sexual desires. I wanted her to realise how much she needed me. That way I could control her and use her to get control of the gang.

I knew that I was being an asshole, a complete douche. Leaving a chick after you've just fucked the living daylights out of them wasn't the coolest thing I'd ever done. I knew if my mom ever found out she would be mad as hell.

But being a nice guy doesn't pay the bills. Being a nice guy means you live a miserable, godforsaken life in a constant battle to make ends meet. That wasn't what I wanted for me or my family and so I needed to do something about it. Like all the other nasty stuff I did in the gang this was just something that had to be done if I was ever to be able to have the life I wanted.

Over the next couple of weeks I saw Dixie a few more times. Each encounter was the same. I didn't just fuck her. I degraded her. I used her. I fucked her so hard that she passed out. And then I left her alone and empty.

Yes it was cruel. Yes it was unfair. But it was necessary. And it worked.

As our encounters became more and more infrequent her need for them increased exponentially. As I sat in my old car waiting I looked down at my phone and read the unanswered messages I'd been sent over the last few days.

Mike, can we meet up soon? I want to feel you deep inside me.

My cunt misses you Mike.

I need fucking, Mike.

Stop torturing me and come fuck me. NOW!

I can't handle this. I need your big dick in my tight cunt.

I'll do anything you want. Just come over and fuck my brains out, stud. 

I smirked in triumph. I'd got Dixie exactly where I wanted her. Reading the texts got me hard. There was nothing I'd like more than to, as she so delicately put it, fuck her brains out, but I had more important things to do right now.

Of course, I hadn't just been fucking Dixie. I'd been pumping her for information, most importantly about some of our key coke suppliers. Troy had always been keen to keep that under wraps for obvious reasons. By controlling the supply he controlled the gang. He only let Dixie and his buddy Vinny deal with them.

But that was all about to change. A few days ago I'd got in touch with one of the dealers and arranged a purchase on the side. Now all I had to do was wait for him to turn up and exchange. Then I could start shifting the goods and creaming off the profits.

Troy wouldn't have a clue that I was stealing his business from underneath him, until it was too late. He'd be too busy buried balls deep in his latest conquest, while I slowly took control and then wiped out him, Vinny and his nerdy brother in one clean hit which would send a message to everyone that there was a new boss in charge.

A quick glance at my watch told me the dealer was running late. Although I knew that I'd taken every precaution and the only people who knew about this were me and Dixie I was still nervous. I was taking a massive risk here, but I knew it was more than a dumb gamble. It was a calculated decision. I'd weighed up the risks and decided the potential rewards were more than worth it.

As adrenaline flooded through me I nervously tapped the gun concealed inside my jacket. I knew there was virtually no chance that I would need it, but it still made me feel better to know that it was there if I was wrong.

A few minutes later I saw a van pull up. The deal ran like clockwork and ten minutes later I was back at the wheel. I was several thousand bucks lighter, but had several kilos of prime coke in the back which would make me a very nice profit indeed. Relaxing for the first time that evening I went to turn the ignition.

Suddenly out of nowhere I heard a loud, female voice.

"Get out the car and put your hands up."

Instinctively I went to drive away. But in my panic I dropped my car keys. By the time I'd recovered I'd heard two gunshots and felt the front of the car sinking down. The tires had been burst. I had nowhere to go.

I calculated my options. I could try to fight whoever this person was. But they knew where I was and in the dark I couldn't see them. The chances of me coming out of a confrontation on top were slim. So I had to surrender and hope that I could talk my way out of the situation. Stowing the gun in the glove compartment I stepped out the car, stretching my hands high in the air.

"That's it. Keep those hands up. And face the car."

I did what I was told and heard footsteps approaching behind me. Before I knew what was happening I felt someone reaching up to grab hold of my hands and pull them behind my back. Next second there was a click and I felt a pair of handcuffs trap my wrists.

Then suddenly I was hit hard and roughly in the back causing me to fall to the floor and bang my head on the hard turf. In my dazed and confused state I was only dimly aware of my legs being tied up in a tight knot.

As I came back to my sense I looked up at my assailant and was immediately surprised by what met my eyes.

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Looming over me was a blonde bombshell. She was wearing a security officer outfit and had a large, black truncheon in her hand which she was just tucking into her holster. As she did so she extracted her gun and pointed it at me.

In the dingy light it was hard to make out her features, but it was obvious that she was sexy as hell. Despite the trouble I was in I still felt my dick stiffen as I looked up at her.

The most immediate thing that struck me was her huge tits, which jutted out from her body even while contained within her uniform. Her blonde hair was tied in a bob and she had sexy blue eyes. If I'd seen her in a bar then I would have made it my business to get to know her a lot better.

As it was I had no choice but to wait for her to make the next move. It was a novel feeling, being helpless and at the mercy of someone else. But looking up at her strong, sexy body I felt aroused rather than frightened.

I tried to conquer this feeling. I knew I was in serious trouble and would need to use all my brain power to get out of it. I cursed my misfortune. Our gang had been running drugs ops for month without even a whiff of security officer interest. Given the neighbourhood we were operating in they couldn't give a shit. It was just my luck to be caught and the very first time I'd done the deal myself.

As I was considering all this the cop said, "Stay still while I search your vehicle."

A few moments later she shouted, "Looks like someone has been a very naughty boy. This is a hell of a lot of coke you've got here."

I saw her come back into view and watched as she carried my gear and my gun to her patrol car which I now saw had been parked just out of sight behind a large, overgrown bush. I couldn't help but stare at her firm ass as she walked away.-

I knew my only chance now was to bribe the pig. Most of them were corrupt in one way or another so I had a chance. And if I could get into her pants too ...

The thought grabbed hold of me and I imagined myself underneath her strong, supple body as she bounced on my dick and begged for the bad drug dealer to fuck her harder. My dick throbbed in my pants and so I was surprised as I felt her roughly dragging me to my feet and towards her car.

As she did so she told me I was under arrest and started reading me my rights. I knew I didn't have long so as soon as she had bundled me into the back of her car I started my spiel.

"Listen up, bitch." My voice was strong and confident, far more than I felt. I knew my only chance here was to act the big shot and brazen my way out of this. "How much d'you earn as a pig? Cos whatever it is I bet it ain't much. I'm sure I could double it, triple it. Easy. So what do you say? I mean, I gotta great lawyer. He's gonna get me out of all this fine. You know how easy it is for lawyers to run rings around you pigs. But I'd rather not bother with all that hassle. So what do you say? I'll give you a few hundred dollars and you can let me go right now. Not a bad deal, huh?"

It didn't take me long to realise it wasn't gonna fly. The cop was ignoring me. She'd turned the ignition and had driven off before I'd finished speaking. Damn. I sure hoped I was right about my damn lawyer. But that was the least of my problems. If Troy found out about what I'd been up to. Fuck. It wasn't even worth thinking about. Still, I'd been in tight scbangs before, but I'd always found a way out. I was sure this was going to be no different.

It wasn't long until I realised how wrong I was.

The cop only drove for a few minutes before pulling up outside what appeared to be just a normal house. I was confused. Why wasn't she taking me to the cop shop?

But I didn't have much time to think. Before I knew what was happening she had bundled me out the car, unlocked the door to the house and pushed me inside.

With my legs still tied together I fell to the floor, my head banging into it heavily and once again causing me to briefly lose consciousness. When I awoke I was being dragged into what must have been a front room and I felt myself being lifted up into a chair.

As soon as I opened my eyes I felt a chill of fear rush down my back, which had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. It was like my insides had disappeared and I had to gasp for air to stop myself from retching. How could this have happened? It wasn't possible.

Troy was stood in front of me, with a huge shit-eating grin on his face. He was totally butt naked and kneeling in front of him was Dixie. Her mouth was pressed against the foreskin of his huge dick, which jutted out from his body like a spear.

For a moment I couldn't think straight. The shock was just too much. In just a few minutes the world that I had spent years constructing had fallen to pieces. It had been blown up in a matter of seconds. Whatever the reason, whatever the explanation I knew that was in serious danger now.

As the numbness of the shock started to wear off it began to be replaced by fear. I knew Troy. I knew what he did to people who crossed him. And it wasn't pretty. I could be mean and ruthless. But I was a Saint compared to Troy. Most people had limits, but he didn't. I knew that he'd lost both his parents to gang violence when he was still really young, and it was like that had robbed him of any sense of morality or compassion. And now I was at his mercy.

And then I started to think about how this had happened and as the gears in my head started to crank I started to realise what had happened.

Troy had been watching me this whole time, his face still grinning smugly.

"Yep that's right, Mike." He finally spoke. His voice was deep and authoritative. There was no question who was in charge here. "You've been played by that dumb blonde slut you thought you owned."

I wanted to respond but I couldn't. My mouth was dry and I felt clammy as Troy continued to revel in my discomfort.

"You were right about something though. She is a dumb blonde slut. It's just unfortunate for you that I own her, not you. Always have and always will, ain't that right babe?"

Dixie pulled herself off his cock and nodded, before returning to nuzzle it gently as though it was painful to be separated from it for even a second.

"You really were dumb, Mike. And to think I thought you were clever. How could you ever think that you could compete with THIS?!"

As he said the last word he violently pulled Dixie off the end of his dick and swivelled round so that he was facing me head on.

"I know that yours is a decent size, Mike. But you really thought that a slut that had been banged by me could ever be owned by you?"

I stared open-mouthed as Troy held his giant prick just inches from my face. It was absolutely massive. Bigger than any dick I'd ever seen.

I knew it was big. Having seen it flaccid in the locker room showers hundreds of times I knew that. Plus there were all the stories about it. Every chick he'd ever fucked had raved about it. But I'd always thought that he was a shower, not a grower. And the dumb sluts he'd fucked had been innocent little virgins who would have been impressed by any large unit.

But now I realised Troy wasn't just a shower. He was a grower too. His shaft was so big that even his huge bucket-sized hands could not fully encase his girth. And it must have been at least a foot long too. It made me and my nine incher seem puny by comparison.

"I mean don't get me wrong you had the right idea. Fuck a slut like Dixie hard enough and she'll do anything for you. Including whore herself out to some schmuck that's got ideas above his station."

He was taunting me now, goading me. But I still couldn't tear my eyes away from his dick. Well more accurately his battering ram. It loomed in front of me like a torpedo and all I could do was gawp at it like an innocent college girl who'd never seen a cock before.

I realised that he was right. How could I have been so stupid and deluded as to think I could compete with that? Hell, it was like he wasn't even human. But I couldn't deny the evidence right in front of me.

In horror I saw the tube of hard, thick muscle move towards me. Jamming my mouth shut I tried to move back but there was nowhere to go. I started to grow cross-eyed as it took up more and more of my vision.

And then I noticed the smell. It was that musky, masculine odor that filled locker rooms after a particularly long practice session. But it was so strong and so pure that I began to feel light headed. Next second I felt it poke my chin and I felt a frisson of energy surge through my body.

"My head's up here, Mike." Troy was openly laughing at me as he saw my inability to cope with his physicality. As I looked up I saw a figure that was as close to masculine perfection as it was possible to imagine. From his short, spiky brown hair, to his rugged jaw line and down to his toned, ripped abs Troy was the archetypal alpha male and I felt myself swooning in his presence.

Gone was my cocky arrogance. Gone were my feelings of superiority. Gone was my sense of self worth. It was like I had never been in the gang. Like I'd never fucked all those sluts. Like I'd never been confident or macho.

For a second our eyes locked together. All I could see in his emerald eyes was strength and power and victory. And I knew all that he could see in mine was weakness and submission and defeat.

In that moment I realised my place in the hierarchy of the world. I realised my own inferiority and as I did it was like something irreparably broke inside me. I no longer knew who I was, or rather who I had become and I felt more fear and uncertainty about the future than I had ever felt before in my life.

"And as you can see Mike, I'm not satisfied doing that to just one slut. I can do it to lots of them. And that's even better. Cos then you know that they've got rivals, who are just as eager and willing to spread their legs and have their cunts killed by me."

As he continued to talk he swaggered across the room to the cop who was still standing by the door watching the scene unfold.

"And for a guy like me there ain't no chick who can keep up with me, though this one certainly puts in a good effort. Don't you, Roxy?"

Roxy nodded just as eagerly as Dixie had a few moments earlier, evidently eager to impress Troy.

That name rang a bell and suddenly I realised who this busty blonde cop was, she'd been a teacher at our college but had looked so different out of uniform and with her blonde hair flowing down to her shoulders.

Troy turned back to face me. "You recognise Roxy don't you Mike? Yeah, that's right," he nodded as he recognised my understanding, "She was a teacher at our college. But as you can see she was actually an undercover cop investigating our gang. Well until I fucked her brains out and sent her back to work as my own personal undercover agent."

My jaw had slackened again. Troy had managed to fuck an older, experienced undercover cop so hard that she'd been turned into his loyal bitch. How was that possible? Doing it to Dixie was one thing, but getting Roxy under his spell too?

As I took in the latest shock of the evening it only reinforced my appreciation for Troy's superiority. He really was the alpha jock stud that he made himself out to be. I had been so used to seeing guys swagger about as if they were the toughest, meanest dudes around only to crumble once put under real pressure that I thought that's what Troy had been doing.

I thought he was a dumb, sex-craved moron who didn't have a clue what was going on as long as he was able to stick his dick into his latest slut. But how wrong I had been. He had set this whole thing up. He had been playing me the whole time, pulling the strings and constructing a trap around me which I had blundered straight into.

"Anyway, that's enough talking. It's probably easier if I show you what a proper alpha does to take ownership of his sluts. I'd advise you to enjoy the action because you aren't gonna be seeing sexy chicks like this while you rot in jail."

Troy's last sentence struck home with me like a dagger to my heart. I knew he was right. With the amount of coke on me I was going to be locked away for a very, very long time.

What irony. Having thought I was too clever to ever get caught and sent down, I was now looking at a long stretch inside courtesy of one of those dumb jocks I had felt so superior to.

It was only now, when I was helpless to do anything about it, that I realised what a fool I'd been. Not so much in underestimating Troy, that had turned out to be stupid but there was no way that I could have known the truth about him, not really.

No. I had been a deluded fool in thinking that I could play this game and win. This life ended in one of two ways, in a prison or in a morgue. I had thought that special rules applied to me, like I am sure many others had before me and many others would in future. But there was nothing special about me. As it turned out I was just another dumb jock who thought he could beat the system.

I was jolted out of my self-pity though by the sounds coming from across the room. When I looked across I saw that Troy had sat himself down on the other sofa, his legs spread wide like a King on his throne.

Dixie was leaning across him and their lips were connected in a passionate kiss. One of Troy's hands had reached round and had firmly grabbed hold of her tight, sexy rump. And as I watched he started to insert a finger into her puckered ass. She moaned as he did so and her mouth slipped away from his, releasing ropes of saliva which dripped down onto her heaving chest. But seconds later Dixie had pushed herself forwards again and their lips reconnected in a renewed clinch.

In between his legs Roxy was kneeling, as though at the altar of a god. She had stripped out of her uniform so it was only now that I could appreciate how sexy she was. Her whole body was just so toned and tight. I knew from earlier that she was physically strong but she was like some muscled girls who just look manly and butch. Her muscles fit perfectly to her frame, emphasising her feminine attributes.

She was a bit taller than Dixie and her ass stuck out more prominently. As I looked at the curves on her booty I could not help to become aroused. I'd seen a lot of asses in my time but nothing had entranced me like the one Roxy was showing off. It looked so firm and tight, but at the same time curved out from her body, giving you something to grab onto while you fucked her. 

Roxy was sticking her ass up in the air and I could see underneath her pink clit. It was glistening and as I watched I saw a drop of her sweet nectar fall to the floor. If there was one thing I knew it was how a slut looked when she was desperate to be fucked. And boy was Roxy desperate. I knew from the way she was attacking Troy's dick that she hadn't seen any action for a while.

She was giving Troy a rabid, frenzied blowjob. The type that only a really desperate bitch could, one who had been starved for weeks and was now being confronted by a feast. But even then it was still a struggle for her. She was bobbing up and down on his prick as though her life depended on it but had so far only managed to get about a third of it into her throat.

While that might not sound impressive given the length, and more importantly the girth, she was dealing with it was not an insignificant achievement. At the same time both her hands were at work, alternately stroking the base of Troy's shaft and massaging his huge balls. I had only just realised how massive they were, like two plums beneath his big bazooka.

But Troy evidently wasn't as impressed as I had been at Roxy's efforts. I saw him bring his other hand down and grab hold of her head. In one powerful move he shoved her face down onto his pole before dragging it back up and repeating the movement. In unison he started to thrust his hips, so that his dick slammed further down her throat just as her head was rocked forward by his powerful arms.

A few minutes earlier I had seen Roxy as a strong, powerful cop able to take down any criminal. And here she was now. On her knees with her mouth being used as a cheap fuck hole by a monster dick. She was squealing now, like the pig she was, though it was pretty hard for her to do anything else. But she wasn't resisting Troy. He had her under his control with just his huge fuck stick and one of his hands. That was all he needed. All while he had another hot slut wrapped around his mouth. He wasn't even looking at Roxy and yet he had made her submit to him and was using her to fulfil his needs without a care in the world about how that made her feel.

I could see she was struggling to breathe now as Troy buried himself deeper and deeper inside her. There was no let up to his pace, if anything it was accelerating. Her saliva was now pouring out her mouth as she slobbered over his dick. All that did was make it look darker and even more imposing, while the slickness was helping it slide further and further down her throat.

Her cheeks were pushed out and going red from the exertion that she was being put through and her whole body was jiggling from the head down as the rapid, jerky motion swept through her whole body. She was now dangling on the end of Troy's huge pole, and her mouth had opened wider than I thought was physically possible. I could see that Troy had now managed to get more than two thirds of his meat stick down Roxy's throat and with a gasp of surprised I could see her throat bulging obscenely each time his cock pistoned into her waiting mouth.

I noticed out of my peripheral vision that Dixie had slipped off Troy now and was watching with a mixture of awe and jealousy as she witnessed his total domination of this hot, blonde cop. She now looked totally unrecognisable as she flailed around helplessly. Troy was now using both hands as he continued to brutally face fuck her.

Roxy was now retching and gagging as she failed to cope with the assault.

"That's it, bitch. Missed this, haven't you? You've been desperate to get fucked for weeks by a real man. Well don't worry cos we've got all night."

As he spoke these words Troy stood up, dragging Roxy with him. He was able to manoeuvre her easily, having turned her into his fuck doll. Her head contorted further as he bent her over on his back while continuing to pile drive his dick down her defenceless throat. Eventually her head reached the floor and Troy thrust even more violently until eventually his balls were resting on her chin.

"Ugh. Knew you could take it all you, cock hungry pig."

He just held his spear in that position for what seemed like an eternity. His huge hulking frame leered over Roxy and I saw that her eyes had gone blank, unable to process what this beast of a man was doing to her. I wondered if he was going to suffocate her to death with his huge dick. And I instinctively knew that if he did he wouldn't care, as long as he was satisfied.

I knew in that moment that I was the amateur and he was the professional. What I had done to Dixie seemed like what a nerd would do while losing his virginity when compared to what Troy was doing to Roxy.

It was brutal. It was inhumane. It was grotesque. And it made my dick throb harder than it ever had before, even while I had been fucking Dixie. I couldn't help but be in awe of Troy and envy his power. He was showing me exactly how he had bent these sluts to his will. It hadn't been through manipulation or trickery or cleverness. It had been through brute power. And boy was it effective. There was no doubt that he owned these pair of cunts so thoroughly that they would sell their own grandmothers to please him.

Eventually Troy let out a grunt and he must have cum because Roxy started retching and struggling between him even more. And then a few seconds later his thick seed started to seep out of the sides of her mouth and dribbled down her nose. Troy had clearly filled her up completely with his load and now she was overflowing.

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Seeming to realise this Troy decided to release her, lifting his dick out of her mouth. It was like watching the Titanic being raised out of an ocean. The size of the hulking mass, now covered in thick strands of his white spunk seemed even bigger than before.

And as the tip finally left Roxy's mouth he pointed it at Dixie, a good dozen feet away. I watched in astonishment as he fired off another couple of rounds of gloopy white manseed. They flew across the room until they splattered across Dixie's chest.

After unloading what seemed like a gallon of cum into the prone cop's mouth he still had more to share with Dixie.

"Come and clean me up." He ordered Dixie gruffly.

She leapt forward immediately and started lapping away at his sloppy prick and swallowing all the seed which still covered it. Roxy was lying on the floor, still coughing and choking as she attempted to recover from the ordeal she had just been put through. Troy was ignoring her, like a slut who had served her purpose and had now been discarded as worthless trash.

The cruel callousness should have repulsed me. But it only made my dick throb and twitch even harder and I saw that it had made a similar expression on Roxy.

Even though she had looked as though she was about to pass out moments earlier I saw her hands groping her clit and saw on the floor a pool of cunt juice congealing on the floor. Her hands were moving frantically and it was clear that the whole experience had only increased her horniness, increased her need and desire for Troy.

She was gazing up at him now with a sense of wonder in her eyes. I knew that was what it was because it was what I was feeling too.

Here I was sharing a room with two naked, busty blonde bimbos and all I could think about was Troy. I'd never felt the things I was feeling right now. Troy was just such an unbelievable fucking machine and I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to be treated like Roxy had just been treated. But I knew that must just be the shock talking, whatever my dick seemed to be telling me.

"That's it slut. You want me to fuck you senseless, don't ya?"

I looked up just in time to see Troy pick Dixie up and throw her a good 15 feet as though she was just a rag doll. His biceps flexed as he did so and his muscles tensed, making him look even more imposing. I watched in awe as Dixie's tits bounced up and down as she landed.

I had been a bit disappointed that Troy had cum so quickly. I mean the amount that he had shot was impressive but it seemed awfully quick. But now that I was looking at him again I could see that he was as hard as steel once again. His thick, veiny dick was stood bolt upright against his ripped abs. And just to emphasise the size I realised it reached passed his navel.

Not for the first time that evening I was in shock. How the hell could any man get so hard so quickly after spewing all that cum? How was that physically possible? But as the evening wore on I was becoming more and more convinced that Troy was no mortal man. He was more like a god. A god of sexual destruction. It was like the normal rules of physics and biology didn't apply to him. I mean I could fuck two, maybe three times if the chick was really hot, in one night. But it took a bit of time to recharge my batteries. But not Troy. He was on another level.

"Yes. I need that big hard dick inside me! Fuck me! I've had enough of small, pathetic little cocks, I need a real man to fuck me senseless."

As Dixie said this she gave me a withering look, which if anything made me feel even smaller and more pathetic. But despite that my dick still throbbed, if anything it was pulsing even harder and I felt excitement building within me about what was going to unfold. All thoughts of the predicament I was in had been forced from my mind and I was taking Troy's advice and enjoying the obscene tableau before me.

"You asked for it, slut. I'll even fuck you where you love it the most. Up the shitter. The hole you saved for me."

With a jolt I realised that Troy was insulting me yet again. How had I never fucked Dixie up the ass? I'd mentioned it a few times but she'd always talked her way out of it. And now I knew why. I thought she just wasn't that into it. But no, she was saving this for a better man than me. The man who owned her. And owned her ass.

"Oh yes!! You know how much I love it when you ram that big weapon up my tight little ass."

Troy quickly grabbed hold of her and spun her round so that he was facing her back. At the same time he swivelled and sat down on the couch. He grabbed his humongous bitch breaker in one hand and positioned it so that it touched Dixie's tight rosebud.

I'd seen that ass so many times while I had been fucking Dixie. But the closest I'd ever come to getting inside it was brushing my fingers across it. Each time that happened it had twitched ever so slightly. Perhaps this was the one part of her anatomy that Dixie had not been able to control while she was putting on her bravura acting performance of fooling me into think that I owned her.

The juxtaposition was jarring. Troy's manhood was so large and Dixie's butt so tight that it seemed impossible that it would ever fit. But I had thought many things were impossible this evening, only to proved wrong and as I saw the anticipation in both their eyes I knew this was likely to be only the latest example.

My hunch was confirmed as Troy grabbed hold of Dixie's slim hips and slammed her down onto his waiting cock head. The scream that issued from her lips was blood curdling. Troy had given her no time to get used to his size and had forcefully buried at least two thirds of his fuck pole into her tight anus. And he began fucking it straight away. The exhilarating groans emanating from her were of a pitch and intensity that far exceeded anything I had managed to induce. She definitely wasn't acting now.

I watched in awe as Troy continued to methodically and ruthlessly pulverise her tight ass. Dixie was clearly in some pain. That was etched on her face as she struggled to cope with the brutality of Troy's battering ram. Her breathing was erratic and her eyelids were fluttering as though it took every ounce of her strength to merely stay conscious. Her large breasts were flopping up and down at a speed that I had never manage to create in our various copulations and I was briefly mesmerised by her jugs which seemed even bigger that I remembered now they were being jolted with such force.

But soon my eye line dropped and I once again became entranced by another large object which was moving very fast. I'd seen a lot of big tits in my time. But I'd never seen a dick as big as Troy's, even in porn. And I couldn't help but stare at it. He was fucking Dixie with such force that I was surprised that she still managed to stay awake.

I couldn't help but be awestruck by the way that his missile tore into Dixie's ass, forcing it to yield and accommodate his huge girth. I watched in astonishment as each time he withdrew his prick and Dixie's ass contracted, only for it to be blasted open as he rammed it inside her again. The way her ass stretched around it, clinging on for dear life was incredible. Each time his dick pulled back it seemed to drag her ass with it, stretching the lips to breaking point before he slammed back inside her again and pummelled her internal organs. I had never seen anything like it in my life. 

The position he had manoeuvred Dixie into meant she was leaning back, giving me a great view of his dick as it continued to annihilate her ass. I couldn't take my eyes off it and I felt with a jolt of surprise wetness in my cotton briefs. Precum was spurting from the tip of my own dick as I lost myself in the erotic display before me. And I knew what had caused it. The destructive power Troy was demonstrating to me was awakening thoughts and feelings within me that I had never encountered before and didn't know how to process. Thoughts which in part repulsed and disgusted me, but which also intrigued and excited me. But I wasn't ready to succumb to them, not yet anyway.

The pitch of Dixie's screams were starting to change, although the pace of Troy's hammering continued unabated. They were getting both higher and more controlled, as though her and her ass were starting to grow accustomed to the huge appendage which had so suddenly invaded. Or at least as accustomed as an ass ever could get used to something of that magnitude.

I noticed that her eyes were now wide open and as I looked into them I felt as though I was peering into the depths of hell. Gone was the pain from her face. Now it was covered in a sheen of sweat but she had an excited, eager look on her face. This was the devilish side to Dixie coming to the fore. Even though she had betrayed me I couldn't help but still marvel at her beauty, but more enticingly her sheer unadulterated sluttiness.

This was Dixie in her natural habitat. I couldn't imagine there were many chicks that could endure the hammering her ass was getting right now. But she wasn't just enduring it, she was enraptured by it. I watched incredulously as she started to fuck Troy back, forcing her ass down further onto his fuck stick and leaning forward to gain more leverage.

As she did so I watched as her body shook as tremors of pleasure raced through her and she began to squirt all over Troy's huge balls. I'd seen her squirt before, but not like this. She was cumming harder and longer than she ever had when I had fucked her.

She looked hotter in that moment than I'd ever seen her. I should have hated what I was witnessing right now. Another man, and not just any man but my rival, was fucking the girl I had thought was mine. The girl that I had fallen for harder than I was willing to admit, regardless of how I had treated her. And yet that feeling of petty jealousy was overwhelmed by a strange sensation that I couldn't quite understand. A sense that I was honoured to be witnessing this sexual god ravishing his hot, sexy slut, tinged with disappointment that I was being excluded from the action.

It seemed I wasn't the only one who felt that way, as Roxy crossed the room and bent down. Like a hungry bitch she began to suckle on Troy's huge balls licking up Dixie's pussy juice, taking one and then the other into her mouth. Troy didn't even acknowledge her, but continued to bash Dixie's back doors in with an even greater intensity making it harder and harder for Roxy to service him.

Troy had evidently decided to crank things up a notch, clearly not satisfied to allow Dixie to get comfortable. His huge, muscled arms reached down and firmly pulled Dixie's slender legs up into the air. All this did was force her to rock back, impaling herself even further down his staff. Troy then reached back up until his hands met again behind Dixie's neck.

With the strength and determination of a brute he used this leverage to force Dixie further down his pole. Each time he did so her legs were stretched further into the air, magnifying the effect. What I was witnessing now was like an advanced version of sexual gymnastics, with Dixie totally at Troy's mercy.

Dixie had been made almost superfluous now, turned into a piece of equipment useful only for Troy's sexual gratification. No longer was Dixie an active participant, she was now just a vessel to be used by Troy. I watched in awe as Troy manhandled what was unquestionably his bitch and marvelled at his strength as he continued to hammer away.

Dixie was now being thrust up and down at such speed and ferocity that I was surprised she was still conscious. But any thought that she was in pain was quenched by the look on her face. It was that of utter bliss. Her eyes had closed now, as though to open them was too much effort. And she seemed to have lost the power of speech, instead all that she was able to do was gurgle helplessly.

The room was now filled with the sound of hip hitting hip, with the regularity of a metronome. Troy was deep dicking her now, forced over a foot of wrist thick prime beef up Dixie's now not so delicate shitter. I could not believe that he had managed to get balls deep in her ass, something I had not thought possible just moments earlier.

And then I noticed he was looking right at me, smirking. Well to be fair, he had a lot to smirk about.

But next second he started doing something that made me gasp. He started to use his arms to push Dixie's little ass a little higher, so it was almost free of this angry, violent cock head. And in that moment, that fraction of a second, I saw the size of her gape before her ass was thrust back down on his waiting spur.

I couldn't take my eyes on that ass, stretched out as wide as a coke can by this sexual beast. Troy didn't say anything to me, he didn't have to. His victory was complete. It was at that moment that I felt something shift in my mind. It was like my cocky arrogance had dissolved in the face of Troy's acidic rage. In its place was the realisation that I was and always had been inferior.

But more shocking than all this I felt myself lose control of my own dick. I inhaled deeply, my breathing erratic as I felt myself cumming, hard. I felt the sticky man goo spreading across my crotch and looking down could see it seeping through my pants. I'd never cum hands free before. It was a revelation and slowly but surely I felt myself coming to terms with my true self.

And despite the pain and anguish I had experienced that night, and would doubtless experience for many years to come, as a result of Troy's wicked actions, I also realised that I was grateful to him. Grateful for his help in making me realise who I really was under the front I had constructed for myself.

As all this ran through my mind I raised my head to see Dixie was now shaking uncontrollably. If I hadn't known any different I would have thought she was having some form of epileptic fit. Instead I could see from the cunt juice showering Roxy's face that she was in the middle of one of the most intense orgasms of her life, the kind that only a sexual god like Troy could deliver.

It seemed as though Troy was nearing his peak too as his grunting was become louder and less coherent. Then suddenly a number of things happened at once. Troy removed his arms from Dixie and on his next thrust into her ass she was propelled forward, falling over Roxy and rolling onto the floor next to her landing face up.

At the same time Troy began to cum. Thick ropes of his seed were launched onto the two hot blonde sluts beneath him. Their faces and their tits were both plastered with his jizz. It seemed as though those big balls were able to produce an unlimited amount of cum as I counted at least a dozen thick, creamy bursts before his cum cannon finally ran out of its ammunition.

For the first time that evening I watched his dick deflate as it drooped down slowly following its extraordinary exertions. As I looked across I saw that Dixie had passed out, the power of her orgasm finally proving too much for her body to cope with.

But Roxy was busy at work, licking and scooping all of Troy's fallen seed and drinking it as though it was a gift from the gods.

But Troy just ignored her and turned to face me.

"Looks like you enjoyed the show, Mike. Maybe a bit too much."

He sniggered at my inability to control myself and gave me a look of contempt as though I was something that he had stepped in.

"Suppose you've never seen how a real man fucks his sluts, have you though? Must be a bit of a shock though, thinking you were such a bad boy. I still can't believe you were stupid enough to think you could own Dixie after I'd fucked her. Still I think she'll be happy with the reward she got tonight. You see while you were fucking her I didn't let her near my dick. The poor slut. No wonder she was able to put on such an act for you."

I had never been so humiliated in all my life. I wanted to reply, to say something, to say anything. But I couldn't. It was like my tongue had been immobilised. But as I contemplated the hulk before me I realised that despite having unloaded into my pants just minutes before I was once again rock hard.

And I accepted in that moment what had dawned on me as I had watched Troy in action. I wasn't jealous of Troy. I was jealous of Dixie.

But I didn't have long to dwell on those thoughts. I watched agog as Roxy returned to her man having swallowed the entirety of his massive load and was now cleaning his prick. She didn't seem to care that his cock was covered in Dixie's ass juices and that it had spent the best part of an hour exploring her innards. Instead she was working it vigorously with her eager tongue, licking all the sticky goo and swallowing each precious drop.

This was yet more proof, as if any was needed, about how much Troy owned both these blonde sluts. They had been trained well enough to know that the only thing that mattered was keeping their master happy. And even though he responded by demeaning and humiliating them that only made them even more eager to please. Because they knew that was the only way they would get the regular supply of Earth shattering orgasms that only Troy could supply.

And as she did all this I saw his dick hardening once again and my jaw dropped while my dick twitched even harder in my sticky briefs.

"Oh yes, Mike. I'm more than ready for round 3. Real men like me can keep going and going and going while we've got hot sluts that still need their cunts stretching out, isn't that right Roxy?"

She didn't speak, like she wasn't willing to take her mouth off his still hardening prick, eager to get it back to full strength so that she could get the drilling which she had obviously been waiting all night for.

"God I love an eager slut, especially when she's a hot cop who I've turned into my loyal cum dump." Troy said to nobody in particular. As he spoke I saw his dick twitch and harden, finally reaching its full size one more.

In one fast movement he pulled Roxy off his dick and lifted her quickly into the air. Although she was heavier than Dixie, this still looked effortless for Troy. Within seconds he had slammed Roxy's cunt down onto his waiting fuck pole.

This time he seemed to go into overdrive straight away. Holding Roxy in his arms in front of me he lifted the cop up and down so that their hips collided with a clattering THUD THUD THUD.

Roxy was struggling to cope within seconds. I watched as her arms flailed about helplessly as Troy used her to get himself off for the third time that night. They stood side on to me and I could only marvel as I watched Troy arrowing into her, deeper and deeper with every thrust.

She had evidently become well lubricated in anticipation of what was to come because his prick seemed to be meeting no resistance, or perhaps that was simply the power Troy was exerting. Either way I was transfixed not just by the sight of these two sex gods fucking, but also by the sounds which emanated through the room.

The slamming sound of their bodies colliding with each other at high speed. The squelching sound of her pussy being mashed up by his cunt killer. The sound of Troy's balls slapping her tight, muscled ass. The screeching howling of the demented cop struggling to cope with the power fuck she was currently receiving. 

And then, even quicker than it had for Dixie, I saw the unmistakeable tell tale signs that she was experiencing an orgasm so powerful that she was barely able to stay conscious. Her eyes were rolling back in their sockets, her cunt was squirting all over the place and she was dribbling down her chin.

This was what happened to the sluts that Troy fucked. He didn't just damage them. He destroyed them. Physically and mentally. There was no way that any slut would be able to recover once he had slayed them like this. How could they ever find another man who could give them even a tenth of the sexual satisfaction that Troy did?

[hirarandi]

Now I knew the depths of my foolishness. To think that Dixie had ever been mine was laughable. If I had only known before the extent of Troy's power I would never have dared challenge him. But challenge him I had and here I was facing my imminent doom.

But for some reason I didn't regret that. My decisions had led me to this moment and I was still captivated by the show being put on before me. I felt privileged to see a sexual god in action like this. Sure the future looked bleak but at least I had seen something incredible in my life, something that would stay with me forever.

And then I watched as Troy walked towards me, carrying Roxy as he did so. In the process he stopped supporting her head, all the while continuing to pound away mercilessly at her cunt. She flopped back and was only prevented from falling to the floor by his firm grip on her hips.

The view I had now surpassed anything I'd seen so far that night. I could see the sexy blonde's face rocked back facing me, totally overwhelmed by the damage being done to her leaking cunt. Her tits were jiggling up and down at such a pace that it would make you dizzy if you looked at them for too long. But that wasn't what I was looking at. I couldn't help but gaze in awe at Troy. His shredded torso was covered in a light sheen of sweat, making his skin look darker and his muscles even more defined.

He was still pounding away at Roxy's cunt but his eyes were staring into mine. It felt as though a laser might erupt from them at any moment, such was the intensity of his stare. They were alight with a fire which I knew would conquer far more than just me or these two blonde sluts. If I had not already fallen in love with my destroyer this would have pushed me over the edge completely. The power and strength in his gaze, coupled with the way his muscles stretched as he pulverised his second conquest of the evening combined to make awake feelings inside me that I had never know existed.

Then suddenly it was all over, well for Roxy at least. I watched in shock as her whole body shuddered, as though she had been electrocuted. Her eyes fluttered and closed. She had been fucked unconscious. Fucked so hard and so deep, pushed so far beyond her sexual breaking point that she had lost the ability to even stay awake.

I saw Troy moan in frustration. He pulled out his raging boner and deposited Roxy next to Dixie's prone form. For a second I contemplated their comatose bodies, lifeless except for the shallow rise and fall of their chests. At the start of the evening these two sluts had turned me on more than any other I could remember. Their strength, their beauty and their sexual power had taken my breath away.

But now they looked completely different to me. Troy had physically and mentally ruined them. Turned them from strong, confident women into shivering needy whores who I knew would do anything to make him destroy them all over again. It was like he had taken their sexual power and drained them totally, using them only for his own ends.

And yet I felt no sympathy for their predicament. No, another emotion overpowered that. The intense feeling of jealousy which overwhelmed every other thought or feeling inside me at that moment. I turned back to look at Troy and felt my stomach lurch.

He was stood just a few feet in front of me now. His broad chest was heaving now, while his hand gripped his still rock hard tool.

"Now this is a bit of a problem, isn't it?" Troy's voice was deep and calm, but I could hear the menacing tone within it. I felt myself holding my breath wondering what was going to happen next, not daring to hope that what I had come to realise I wanted more than anything else in the world might actually happen.

"Maybe I should have been a bit slower with that pig, bitch. Look at me now. What the fuck am I gonna do about this? This is the problem I have, trying to find sluts who can handle a proper fucking from a real man."

His dick looked angry in his hands as he continued to wank it. But we both knew that wasn't going to do the job. There was only one solution to this problem and it was only a matter of time before Troy worked that out.

And then it happened. I saw his eyes brighten as he stared intently at me before licking his lips like a ravenous wolf that had just got the scent of his latest prey. Suddenly he was moving towards me with a gleam in his eye.

"I guess given that I've fucked my way through two sluts already I might as well go for the hat trick. I've never fucked a dude before, but you got a hole and that's all I fucking need right now. And I'm not stupid. I've seen the way you've been looking at me, not even able to keep your pathetic faggot mouth shut."

As he spoke these words with a venomous hiss he'd roughly spun me round so that I had my back to him and pulled my pants down to the ground. I felt my hard prick spring out into the open and it nestled between my abs and the sofa below. I was kneeling now, with my ass stuck high in the air and my head leaning forward against an old, tatty cushion.

"Should probably lube you up, shouldn't I?" Troy whispered. "But that ain't my style and anyway this is a punishment after all. If you were stupid enough to challenge me then you're gonna have to live with the consequences even if one of those is that you won't be able to shit properly again." His voice grew louder and more threatening with each word.

It was really difficult for me to process my feelings at that precise second. There was definitely fear. I mean it would be impossible not to be scared after having seen Troy in action. I was just about to have my cherry popped by the biggest dicked stud that I'd ever seen in my life. And I knew that he would have no mercy whatsoever.

And yet the stronger emotion I felt was desire and need. I wanted this. I had come to realise in the last few hours that I had been wrong about nearly everything. But most importantly I'd been wrong about my true self. The Mike Spirelli that I'd known was dead. The guy that thought he could rule the roost, dominate sluts and own them, that guy was gone and I knew he wasn't coming back.

In his place was the Mike Spirelli who got off on being humiliated. The Mike Spirelli who knew that his true role in life was to service superior men. Troy had been right to call me a faggot, because that was who I truly was. If anything I was grateful to him, grateful for enlightening me about myself. So all there was to do now was brace myself and hope that I could somehow survive the coming onslaught.

It hit me almost straight away. I felt Troy's thick, meaty dagger pierce my tight, virgin ass and I could do nothing to stop myself from screaming out. Troy was just massive. And my ass couldn't cope as I felt its muscles straining.

I thought Troy was going to fuck me clean in half, the pain was so great. I gripped hold of the sofa and bit down trying to find a way to control the pain. But it was useless. Troy was using his weight now to bury his shaft deeper and deeper inside me.

"That's it bitch, take my alpha dick in your faggot ass."

His taunting, demeaning words only turned me on more. I knew that he was speaking the truth about my place in the world. I was there to service real men like Troy, offering up my ass for them to use and abuse as they wished.

I could feel my ass resisting him, fighting the intrusion, trying to stop the invader. But that too was useless. Resistance was futile against this unstoppable force. For a fraction of a second I felt Troy's movement stop.

"Fuck, Mike. You're tight as fuck. This ass is amazing and I know it hurts like hell right now but trust me I've done this to chicks thousands of times before and it ain't long till they're begging for it harder and deeper. You'll be no different."

And with that I felt him pulling his dick back. It felt like he was dragging my whole ass out with him and I felt myself being physically pulled back as his solid shaft carried my entire body back with it. But next second Troy had slammed into me again and my head was forced into the back of a sofa.

Just like he had with Dixie and Roxy before me he hit a steady rhythm, pushing his huge weapon in and out of me faster and faster, stretching out my boy cunt. I was squealing like a pig that had had its tail cut off. It was agony. Whatever my fears, this was worse.

My ass was just too tight for a dick the size of Troy's cock and my ass felt so dry as his dick scrapped along my anal passage, roughing up my ass so bad that it felt like sandpaper. I was gasping for air and felt as though I was having my internal organs rearranged.

But I noticed with pride that it wasn't all plain sailing for Troy either.

"FUCK! This ass is tight, Mike. Jeez. I should have done this a long time ago, boy. All those squats at the gym finally paid off for you."

The compliments lifted my spirits slightly, providing a minor distraction from the pain. But then I felt something smelly pressing against my face. I squinted out of the corner of my eye and saw what could only be the sole of one of Troy's feet.

I wasn't sure exactly how he was doing it but he'd somehow managed to lift a foot over my body and was now using it to drive my head into the sofa. Each time he thrust into me my face was driven down. But rather than repulsing me, as it surely would have just hours before, this only made my dick tighten even further.

I was being dominated by Troy now so totally and completely. And I couldn't have been happier, despite the pain and abuse I was receiving. Being humiliated like this turned me on and I only wanted Troy to be nastier and meaner, to use and abuse me as the faggot cumslut that I now realised I had become.

The feeling was strangely liberating. No more needing to make decisions for myself. No more worrying about what to do. Life was simple now. I was just a hole to be used and abused by real men and that was all I would need to be happy.

"That's it faggot. Not so cocky now, are you? Not now that I'm showing you how a real alpha fucker destroys his sluts."

Troy was enjoying this so much, putting me in my rightful place at his feet. And his invective kept on coming, reinforcing his ownership of me.

"Cos that's all you are now. A slut with a hole. A slut just like Dixie. You thought you were a big man, didn't you? You thought you'd turned Dixie into a mindless fuckslut who would do whatever you told her to. But as it turns out you're my fuckslut, aren't you?"

As Troy continued his brutal battering of my ass I felt it starting to loosen, perhaps aided by his trash talking which was only increasing my levels of arousal. The fire was still there. The rawness was still there. But now I started to feel something else. A hedonistic pleasure that was indescribable. Over time, with each thrust of Troy's cunt crusher the pain diminished and the pleasure increased.

Until eventually I felt a feeling of giddy ecstasy flowing out of my ass and through my entire body. Troy was riding me like the bitch I was. And I loved it. Loved the feeling of Troy pounding my prostate as he stretched my ass to accommodate his incomprehensible girth.

"Ugh. YES. I'm your needy fuckslut, Troy. Yours to do whatever you want to. Ugh. Fuck. Ugh."

I could barely talk now, Troy was fucking me so hard. Now that he had found the tiniest bit of lubrication and my ass had opened up to him, he was railing me, using his all his weight to press his huge bitch breaker deeper and deeper inside me.

I was struggling for air now, winded by the unceasing assault Troy was mercilessly unleashing on me. Now I truly knew how Dixie and Roxy had felt earlier, having a sexual god drill them so hard and so deep that they forgot who they were or where they were.

That was me now, I no longer cared about anything else in the world. All I cared about was making sure that Troy kept fucking me, kept pounding me, kept ripping open my tight, muscled ass.

"That's it bitch. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you fucking need." Troy hissed.

"Ugh. Fuck me harder. Fuck me like the bottom bitch that I am. Fucking breed me. Breed my ass with your baby batter."

"Sorry, what was that bitch, I didn't quite hear it?" Troy slowed down his pace momentarily, and my reaction was instantaneous.

"FUCK ME." I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I need your dick, like I need air to breath."

"Tell me what you are then?" Troy was laughing now as he kept the tip of his prick inside my anus, teasing me while at the same time making me feel so empty.

"I'm your bitch. I'm your cumslut. I'm your hole. That's all I am now. A hole to be fucked by a proper man."

The words flew out of my mouth without conscious thought and they clearly excited Troy as he slammed his dick back inside me with such ferocity that I thought I was going to be fucked right through the sofa.

"Well you asked for it Mike. And boy are you gonna get it. Love the way your muscled ass can take my huge dick. Let's test out its limits now."

As the pounding accelerated as promised I began to lose control of myself. Just a few seconds later I felt myself cumming. Not just cumming, but cumming harder than I ever had in my life. And for the second time that evening it happened without my hands, or anything else, touching my prick.

I felt spurt after spurt fire out, although pinned as I was I wasn't able to see as it dropped down onto the carpet below. I was screaming now at the top of my lungs, unable to hold back any longer. And at the same time I felt my ass clamping down on Troy's cock, smothering it in my muscled ass.

I heard him groan and was sure that I was about to be bred for the first time in my life. But yet again Troy surprised me.

"You're not ... getting ... off ... that ... easily ... BITCH." Each word corresponded to another thrust into my tight hole.

And then suddenly I was empty. But before I could even comprehend what had caused Troy to stop I had been spun round. As this happened I slipped down onto the floor, yelping in pain as my battered ass collided with the floor.

I felt dizzy and totally out of control, so when I saw something huge coming towards my face I acted on pure instinct. Pure faggot instinct. I opened my mouth.

"That's it bitch, taste your ass." I could hear Troy laughing.

I should have been horrified, but I wasn't. The smell of Troy's spear was intoxicating, so much so that I almost passed out. It smelt of something that now felt alien and foreign to me. Pure masculinity. This was a real man, using his fag to clean his alpha cock. And that was just fine with me. I felt a happiness and contentment here, having a dirty dick forced down my throat than I ever had before in my life.

I had thought that I was meant to be the one in Troy's position, the one sticking my dick down a slut's throat. But now I realised how wrong I had been. I was the slut and this was a taste of my future.

Troy's prick had a tangy taste to it, but I didn't have long to dwell on that as he rammed it further and further down my throat, using all his weight to force it in. Soon I was gagging, I felt like my jaw might break given how wide my mouth had to open to accommodate his ridiculous girth.

I felt my teeth scbanging against the underside of Troy's manhood and next second I felt a painful blow to the side of my head.

"Keep your teeth out of the way you pathetic fag. I know you're new to this but you're gonna have to be a quick learner if you want to be a good little slut."

I put all my energy into stretching my mouth as wide as it could possibly go, and further, as Troy kept relentlessly pushing his rod of steel into my open mouth.

"See bitch, you've actually got two cunts. And they're both there to be used."

With that Troy started fucking my mouth violently, banging it hard into the side of the sofa.

"That's it fag, this is what it's like to be skull fucked by a real man."

My dizziness was back. I had no idea what was happening to me. But I still felt happy, because I knew that Troy was enjoying what he was doing to me. I knew that I was giving him pleasure. Sure it was uncomfortable, but that didn't matter now.

After a while, Troy seemed to get bored. He pulled his cock out and for one glorious second I looked up dazed at my new master.

Troy was now dripping in sweat, his muscles gleaming from his extended sexual workout. His prick had slapped straight back to his ripped abs and was covered in my slobber, which only made it seem even bigger. It seemed impossible that Troy had put that monstrosity so far down my gullet and up my ass. And I realised that he still wasn't finished. He had fucked two sluts into oblivion already and a third was well on his way and still this sexual beast was not satisfied. But the thing that made me harder than ever was the gleam in his eye. It was like looking into the pitiless eyes of Satan himself.

But before I could process any more I had been flipped over again, like a burger about to be consumed and Troy had buried himself in me once more.

This time Troy really meant business. He was going even faster than before and after just a few seconds I felt his apricot sized balls slapping me and I knew he had achieved the impossible, going balls deep in my no longer virgin ass.

He was fucking me with the impatient ferocity of a man who had no other thought than getting himself off. There was no more shit talking. There was no more teasing. There was no more taunting.

No. This was just relentless, pussy pounding fucking. I was dribbling all over the place now and it felt like something was breaking inside my ass, as though my strong glutes were finally giving up and waving the white flag of surrender.

But Troy was not interested in taking any prisoners tonight. He was going all out. Showing me how a real alpha male slays their sluts. And I was now struggling, as Dixie and Roxy had before me, to stay awake as my brain seemed to dissolve into a hedonistic mush.

Troy was finding it difficult to breathe properly now and was gasping for air now like a fish out of water, but still he continued to jack hammer me.

He was now pulling my handcuffed arms, dragging me back to meet every thrust of his huge dong. I felt it being pushed ever deeper inside my ass as Troy continued to fuck me right through my orgasm.

I was now feeling a feverish giddiness and my head was struggling to cope with the sensory overload. The whole room was covered in a sexual haze created by the man now intent on ripping my ass to pieces. I no longer knew who or where I was as my head was slammed into the sofa again and again and again.

My whole body was covered in sweat now and I felt better than I had ever felt before in my life as my head became flooded with endorphins, sending me into paroxysms of hitherto unknown delight. How had I never experienced this pleasure before? And how would I survive without it ever again?

These were two of my last thoughts as under the pressure of Troy's battering I started to wilt as the two sluts that had gone before me had. Just before losing consciousness I heard Troy roar in delight and felt a hot, wetness fill up my ass. And then the world went blank and I remembered no more.

The next morning I awoke in exactly the same position that I had fallen asleep in. The first thing that I noticed was that my ass felt as though a bomb had gone off inside it. I couldn't help but reach down and feel it, if only to check if it was still there.

It felt incredibly tender to the touch and I winced as my hand felt around it. Upon the slight disturbance I felt a trickle of now cold spunk trickle out and down my leg. This only caused me to wince further, it was like my ass had been bruised beyond repair from its battering the night before.

It was only then that I realised how cold I was and then all of the previous nights events came flooding back to me. I turned round and saw, with a jolt, that Troy was sat at a table across the room. He seemed to be drinking a hot drink of some description and had been watching me intently as I had slept. He was butt naked and I could not help but admire his incredibly buff body that made mine seem pathetic and weak in comparison especially now I knew just what he was capable of.

[hirarandi]

"About time you woke up sleepy head. You've got a busy day ahead of you. Sit down while I talk you through it."

I did as I was told, sitting down on the couch wincing in pain as I did so.

"Right, let's get down to business. As you know Roxy caught you last night red handed with a huge amount of coke in the boot of your car. She has pictures of you and the supplier you bought them off. She's got pictures of you handing over the money. And she has a wiretap of your phone where you agreed the deal. Now I know and you know that you've been set up but a judge ain't gonna care about that or give a shit about your sob story."

Troy was talking to me calmly, as though we were discussing the weather rather than my entire future.

"It's fantastic what having pigs working for you can achieve. Now, as you can see you are well and truly fucked. You're going away for a very, very long time. But that's not all. You're not just gonna take the rap for this drugs bust, you're gonna take the blame for everything this gang has done. See we're getting more and more high profile and there are too many nosy pigs sniffing around, despite Roxy's best efforts. So your confession will help us kill two birds with one stone. Get rid of a traitorous rat AND get the pigs off our backs for a bit."

Troy had that smug grin on his face again. And despite what he had done to me I still couldn't hate him for it.

"And what do I get out of it?"

"You're hardly in a position to negotiate, are you bitch boy?" Troy sniggered at me. "But as it happens I'm not a complete bastard. Well I am, but luckily for you I'm feeling generous. In exchange for you confessing I'm willing to give your family an allowance to help them survive without your money. But if you refuse. Well, you've seen what I am capable of. And I'm sure your mom and your sister wouldn't mind me giving them my special treatment."

"No. Leave them alone." Suddenly I felt nervous, agitated. If there was one thing I didn't want it was for my mom or my sister to be turned into just another pair of mindless sluts to be used and abused by Troy. I didn't want them to suffer for my mistakes.

"Well that's settled then. And here comes the charging officer herself."

Roxy had re-entered the room. She had managed to restore herself to respectability after the adventures of the previous evening and had evidently showered and got back into her uniform.

Dixie came in at the same time and perched herself in Troy's lap, clinging onto him for support. Both Roxy and I looked at her enviously, which only seemed to make her happier. She was totally radiant and looked the sexiest I could remember. Evidently being fucked senseless by Troy made her very happy and for that I couldn't blame her.

"Wait. I've got one more condition." Troy looked surprised and raised an eyebrow but did not try to stop me making my request. "I want you to visit me in prison and fuck me like you did last night." I said this in a hurried, squeaky voice and both Roxy and Dixie giggled.

"Well I wasn't expecting that one but yeah sure I'll see what I can do. If I'm in the area I'll give your ass a work out, but only if you're a good boy." Troy was grinning at me with a smile that was wider than I had ever seen, showing off both his perfect teeth and his cute dimples. "I do have to say though, and no offence girls, but I could get used to pounding faggot asses."

Roxy and Dixie both looked as though they had been mortally offended, but I could not help grinning despite the fact that all I had to look forward to was spending the best years of my life in the slammer.

A few hours later I was signing a confession which had been written by Roxy and being led away to the cells.

As I lay in the small confines of the security officer cell I considered how far I had fallen in such a small space of time, contemplated the enormity of the changes that had been wrought in my life and thought about the sacrifices that I had been forced to make.

Despite the seeming horrors that I had gone through and would be forced to face I did not feel too sorry for myself. It was all worth it for having given me the chance to become Troy's bitch.

End of Chapter 05

[hirarandi]

Prologue

"That's it bitch, wrap your throat round it like a good slut."

This was just a typical evening for me, sat in the office of the nightclub I'd just bought and getting head from yet another blonde slut who wanted the Troy Fratelli treatment. 

To be fair, she wasn't doing too bad a job considering it was the first time she'd ever attempted to fit something as big as my meat inside her petite mouth. I could tell she was trying her hardest from the effort she was putting in.

Her tongue was racing up and down the underside of my shaft and the glugging sound she made as she struggled to contain her gag reflex had grown loud enough that it could be heard clearly over the thudding base emanating from below.

The blonde hair I was looking down on was messy and unkempt, a result of her frenetic head movements and I could feel my dick swimming in her saliva, which was now dripping off my chair and onto the floor below.

But the truth was she just wasn't cut out for sucking dick. Some chicks just have that natural instinct. They know exactly what to do, all the little tricks to please a man and make him go crazy. Despite her effort this slut just wasn't gonna cut it.

One of the perks of owning your own nighclub was getting the chance to interview all the new hires, and it was a perk that I had made the most of over the last couple of weeks. Unemployment was so high in the town that people were desperate to get work, no matter what it entailed.

Mentally making the decision that this one, whatever her name was, wasn't going to be getting hired my mind started to wander onto the events of the last few months.

It had been such an incredible whirlwind. Having waited so long to break out of the small high college confines, everything seemed to have happened so quickly.

Taking over the Sterling family had been a masterstroke. Overnight I went from being a small drug dealer in a shit high college to having access to a fortune which ran into the tens of millions. Not to mention what great cover it provided as Scott and I sought to grow our criminal empire.

Instead of pulling in a couple of thousand bucks a week, we were now pulling in tens of thousands. It helped that Grace had taken to the drugs trade like a duck to water. She was just a rich, upper class version of Dixie. Manipulative, aggressive and wholly without morals she controlled that preppy college with an iron fist. The pathetic trust funders didn't stand a chance.

I felt my dick hardening as I thought about Grace and Dixie, and the slut beneath me trembled like a leaf as I did so, struggling to cope as my dick grew impossibly bigger inside her inadequate mouth.

Just the thought of those two scheming bitches turned me on. Sure they were both stunning in their own ways, one blonde and the other brunette. But it wasn't just their beauty that turned me on. It was their sexual power and their willingness to use it.

They were both such strong, independent, powerful women. Able to manipulate and control the weak men around them, using their feminine wiles to get what they wanted.

Until they met me of course. Once I'd finished with them they were just like any other slut, holes to be used for my satisfaction. I loved that moment when my cock was stuffed so deep inside their pussies and was drilling their cunts so hard that they broke. You could see it in their eyes, their strength and arrogance dissolving in the face of a sexual power which was greater than their own. My power.

In that moment I felt totally invincible, able to scale any mountain and overcome any challenge. Watching the both of them bossing other people around, crushing them under their heels only made them hotter to me, because I was the one who had broken them. I was the one that owned them.

That's what it was, ownership. I knew they would never betray me, never be disloyal to me. Not because of the money they got, or because they loved me, or because they were loyal, but simply because I owned their cunts. And because I owned their cunts, I owned their minds.

I was the only guy that could make them truly happy. That could fuck them so hard and so deep that they would pass out. That could make them feel helpless and subservient to a superior. That could give them the sexual high they experienced when I turned them into mindless, thoughtless cum dumps for my thick loads.

Of course, having a foot long dick with the girth of a coke can helped quite a bit. I knew that wasn't the only reason for my success though. I was cut from the same cloth as both Dixie and Grace, imbued with a sexual appetite that was so voracious that nobody could handle me.

But I couldn't deny that I also enjoyed the comforts that the Sterling mansion brought. Having experienced a childhood of angst and heartache and struggle it was amazing to experience what it was like to be one of life's winners. And I wasn't going to deny myself any of those pleasures. Why should I? I'd done the hard work and now I was getting my reward: an endless stream of grade A pussy.

Those first few weeks after that dramatic day when I had fucked both Grace and her mom now felt like a haze. It had been like a continual round-the-clock orgy, when for the first time in my life I had allowed myself to be consumed by the sexual fires which burned inside me.

It was like I had overnight become a King. Each day was the same, filled from my first waking moment until my last by sexual stimulation. By the time I fell asleep each evening I would be surrounded by at least half a dozen passed out sluts who I'd spent the last few hours relentlessly fucking in every sexual position known to man. The devastation wrought by my fuck stick left behind a tangle of bodies, all pushed past their sexual limits and stained by my thick seed. 

Soon every room in the Sterling mansion, and there were more rooms than I could count, stank of sex. I was marking my new territory in the most primal way so that anyone who entered would be confronted by my masculine scent.

Those few weeks had been like an oasis for me, an oasis at the end of a parched and tortuous journey. My life up until that point had been filled with conflict and battle, as I was confronted by the cold, hard realities of a tough and difficult world where nothing was to be given freely and everything had to be fought for and won.

Now I seemingly had everything that I had ever wanted, a constant supply of gorgeous, sexy women who were happy to do whatever it took to satisfy my sexual needs and more money than I knew what to do with. And for a few weeks I had submersed myself fully into this dream world, where all my fantasies had seemingly become reality.

Some guys would have been happy with that, happy to live the playboy lifestyle for as long as possible, happy to shelter from the dangerous world and happy to settle for the nice life I now had. But that could never be me, those few weeks of hedonistic bliss had taught me that lesson.

As each day rolled by it had given me less and less satisfaction. The years of hardship had conditioned me, sculpted me, and made me the man that I had become. Forged in fire, my life would only be worth living if it was filled with fire, filled with a blazing desire to overcome new challenges and best greater foes. The quiet life would never give me the fulfilment that I both wanted and needed.

But this realisation hadn't come quick enough for Scott, who was impatient for us to continue on the path that we had started upon. The path that led towards avenging our father's death and punishing his killer Nacho who still ran the biggest gang in this lawless town.

I could see in his eyes each time he looked at me in those weeks of excess, a hardening towards me. What had always been a close fraternal bond was becoming more and more frayed as he saw me frittering away time on trivialities. We had managed to keep the peace somehow, but our truce felt rocky and uneasy. 

While I could understand Scott's impatience his attitude still angered me. We would have achieved nothing without my power and dominance, so who was he to try and dictate terms to me?

The last few weeks though had seen a rapprochement of sorts between us as I sprung into action by ordering the purchase of a nightclub as a base for our operations. This was the biggest challenge to Nacho and his crew that we had yet made. It gave us a foothold in the underworld that he had dominated for so long.

There had been some pushback, some minor skirmishes over turf, but nothing too serious. This just confirmed to me how weak Nacho had become. In his younger days he would have declared all out war on us and not stopped until we all had bullets in our brains. But now he had grown complacent, thinking we were not a threat to him. He wasn't the first to underestimate me and he wouldn't be the last, I was sure of that.

At the same time I'd taken out a guy within the gang who was trying to challenge me. Like so many others he had underestimated me, thinking I was just a dumb, muscled up jock. But instead it was me that had outwitted him, lured him into a trap which would result in him spending the best days of his life locked up.

The plan was to humiliate him and make an example of him to show everyone else in the gang what happened to people that stepped out of line. And it was personal too, I wanted to show Mike just how superior I was.

But in the heat of the moment I went further. I did something which I'd never done before. I fucked a dude. No, that's not right. I took his ass and utterly destroyed it, with such power and force that he broke like a porcelain doll.

Mike started that evening straight. He started that evening a man. But I bent him out of shape so far that he'd never be the same again. He'd never see himself as an arrogant, confident stud. No. He'd see himself as the wimpy faggot bitch boy he truly was.

As I drove my prick into him that evening I saw in his eyes what I had seen in the eyes of countless chicks before. It was that moment when his eyes had gone vacant and glazed over as his mind shattered, unable to cope with what I was doing to his body. At the same time he'd cum, completely hands free. Spurt after spurt of his seed, fucked right out of him by my huge, fuck spear.

Then he was just totally blank, totally gone. And I knew from then on that Mike would be my bitch, just like Dixie and just like Grace. I didn't even need to blackmail him to keep his mouth shut.

That night had been a revelation to me. It showed me that I enjoyed fucking dudes just as much as I enjoyed fucking chicks. Hell, in some ways it was even better. What could be hotter than taking a strong, dominant, powerful man and turning him into a wimpering, pathetic bitch?

More importantly I saw it was yet another way I could use my sexual power to get what I wanted. And so from that night on it wasn't just chicks that I banged, it was anybody hot. Anybody I wanted.

While I was confident in our progress it seemed Scott was permanently on edge. He was constantly reviewing the security around us, rotating the guys we had around us in case any of them had been tempted to sell us out, while agitating to me about what we were gonna do to take down such a large, established rival.

I could understand his concerns, of course, but I just had a confidence that an opportunity would present itself to destroy Nacho once and for all. And once that opportunity presented itself I would take it and with it take control of this entire town.

With that thought still at the forefront of my mind the door barged open and I was wrenched back to the present.

In stormed Scott, his face was red and contorted with rage. I knew it must be pretty bad, because he always kept his cool.

"Have you heard what those bastards have done?" Scott bellowed at me, spit flying from his mouth.

I didn't answer straight away. I could feel my own rage building. Nobody spoke to me like this, especially in front of a slut. But I knew that now wasn't the time to get into a fight with my brother, not while he was so worked up.

Instead I roughly yanked the hair of the blonde slut who had continued to bob ineffectually on my huge staff. She looked startled, as though she hadn't even noticed Scott's arrival, so obsessed had she been with giving me the best blowjob she could.

"Get out," I ordered her. She looked like a kid who had been told that she couldn't have anymore sweets. Her head drooped slightly, as her shoulders hunched and wobbling precariously she left the room.

Turning to my brother I said calmly but coldly, "Never talk to me like that in front of anyone ever again."

But my brother didn't flinch, he just kept going.

"Like I give a shit about that. Elijah's been hit. He was shot, just a few streets from here. He's in hospital now. They don't know if he's gonna make it. So forgive me if I'm not too bothered about your pride."

The anger that had been building up inside me flared uncontrollably and I stood up. Turning away from my brother I walked across to the other side of the room.

Elijah was one of our enforcers. I'd known him for years and he'd been on the football team with me. He was an absolute giant of a man, standing well over 6 foot and built like a brick house. Nobody messed with Eli, well not if they had any sense.

Fury raged through every pore of my body, like molten lava. After months of placid plain sailing, this was like being woken up by a bucket of ice cold water. Memories flooded through my mind, unbidden and uncalled. Dark, painful memories that had long been suppressed. The sight of my dead parents bodies, cut down in their prime. The tears of my brother as a small boy, having to be comforted.

But I wasn't a boy anymore, scared or fearful. I was a man. I knew that men who could not contain their emotions, who succumbed to despair were weak. And I was not weak, I had never been weak and I wasn't going to start now.

As the room came back into focus I realised that my right hand had tensed itself into a fist. Exhaling deeply I let it unclench, regaining control of my emotions and starting to work out what we were going to do next.

"Did you hear me, Troy? They've hit Elijah. I knew this would happen! I've been warning you for months, but you've been too interested in banging every slut with a pulse to care."

Slowly I turned back to face my brother. I could see the hurt and fear in his eyes. I loved my brother and I couldn't deny his many attributes. Without his intelligence and strategic brain I probably would have been just another mindless jock. But he was weak. Perhaps not as weak as my father, but in his eyes there was the look of panic, the look of a loser.

"Yes, Scott I heard you. Now stop acting like a fucking pansy."

"Fucking hell. Don't you get it? This is it? It's on. And what are you doing except getting your dick sucked by a skank?"

"Just calm the fuck down. Sure, this is a blow. But that's no reason to panic and start running round like headless chickens."

My brother tried to interrupt him but I carried on, speaking over him.

"We don't make any decisions now. We sit down, analyse the situation and come up with a strategy. Isn't that what you always say we need to do? This is no different. They're sending us a message, they're telling us to back off, testing us to see what we're made of. That means they know we're a threat, that means they're getting worried."

Scott was taking deep breaths and I could see he was starting to calm down, as colour returned to his face.

"Look, I know what you're feeling. I know the pain, the anger. I know what it feels like. And trust me, we're gonna get revenge for this. Just like we're gonna get revenge for our parents. I promise you. We just need to stay strong and get through this."

As I said these words my eyes bore into Scott's, with a fevered intensity. I was showing him the fire inside me and it seemed to have the desired effect as I visibly saw his body relax slightly.

Then I pulled Scott towards me and held him in a firm embrace. Our hot, tense bodies collided and my still hard dick was pressed up against his t-shirt. Scott had seen me naked so many times now that there was no awkwardness between us. Yet as I stood there, holding him something felt different. But now wasn't the time for distractions, so I ignored the heightened tension emanating from my rock hard prick.

Instead I pulled Scott tight to me, our hot, sweating cheeks brushed together as I whispered into his ear, "We're gonna get through this. Together we're unstoppable. We're gonna rip Nacho's family to shreds."

Looking into Scott's eyes in that moment I could see such tenderness and vulnerability. Usually when I saw that in someone's eyes I felt a sense of power and control, knowing that their weakness would make them easier to manipulate.

Yet with Scott it was different. He was my brother. My own flesh and blood. But the bond between us was more than that. It had been forged in the fire of pain and trauma and loss, immeasurably strengthening it so that I was convinced nothing could break it.

Now though it was like something new had crept between us. Maybe it was what had happened with Mike, but being so close to Scott was bringing out feelings inside me that I had never felt before.

Our heads were just centimetres apart, and our eyes continued to be locked together, as we both silently tried to understand what was happening between us.

Both of us had calmed down now, our breathing no longer erratic but still we stayed bound together. Until slowly, inexorably our heads drew closer and closer, as though being pulled together by a puppet master.

KNOCK KNOCK.

We both jumped apart as though separated by an electric shock, at the knocking coming from the door. For a second we stared at each other, momentarily disorientated.

I stepped away first and shouted, "Come in."

The door opened and Vinny appeared sporting a grin on his face and seemingly not aware of the tension between me and my brother.

"Scott was just filling me in about Elijah. I hope you've got some good news for me."

In a flash Vinny had his game face back on. That's what I loved about him, he didn't ask questions, he just got on with the job quietly and efficiently. Just what you needed in an effective deputy, and boy was Vinny effective. He had a steeliness that belied his slight frame and he had this great knack of finding ways to solve problems.

"Well the good news is that Eli is gonna be fine. I mean it won't be an easy recovery, he's pretty bashed up, but he'll get through it. He was actually pretty lucky, the bullet just missed a key artery."

"Well that's something. What else?"

"Now this is the really good news. Let me show you."

Vinny marched across the room and turned on a monitor, then he picked up a remote control and pressed a few buttons. The monitor switched between several camera shots before settling on one which focussed on a group of three girls.

One of the first things Scott had done after we'd bought the club was fit it with several dozen security cameras. They weren't your standard type either, most of them were concealed and the resolution on them was incredible. Vinny used the controller in his hand to zoom the camera in more closely on the group of Latinas.

"So we've got some hot chicks in tonight? So what?" My dick switched as I examined one of the girls particularly closely.

"Not any old chicks, Troy. That's Selena."

"Selena?" The excitement in my voice matched the look on Vinny's face. "You mean ...?"

[hirarandi]

"Yeah, that's right. Nacho's daughter."

I couldn't quite believe it. After everything that had happened in the last half hour it felt as though this was destiny. Here it was. The chink in Nacho's armour that I'd been waiting for. And there was no way I was gonna let it slip through my fingers.

Licking my lips like a wolf with his next prey in his sights I said, "Guess I better go do what I do best."

Five minutes later I'd put on a nice pair of jeans and a fresh white shirt and was ready for action.

As I walked out of the office Vinny shouted, "Go get her boss, give her one for Eli."

Turning to face him I replied with a smirk, "Don't worry, I'll give her more than one."

Chapter 6

I couldn't believe how much my friends were whining.

We'd only been in the club 5 minutes and already they were moaning on and on about what a bad idea this all was. I loved Mazie and Ava, but they sure as hell pissed me off sometimes. Always worrying about something. But then again I suppose they weren't in my position.

No, being the daughter of the leader of the most feared gang in town certainly helped to reduce my stress levels. I knew I was untouchable. If anyone messed with me, they were basically taking a one-way ticket to the mortuary. My father would see to that. 

Like the guy who last year had given me a dirty look in the street. One text message later and he was writhing in agony on the floor as one of my dad's goons beat him to a pulp.

Yes, I was used to getting my own way. It was just natural. It just happened. It had always been that way. Even as a young child it had always been so easy to persuade my father to do what I wanted. How could he ever refuse his darling, little princess?

Of course, I was no longer so little and I was definitely not a darling, but I still strutted around like a princess. Now I'd reached my twenties I was using my status to have lots of fun.

Most of the time I didn't even need to go to my dad. Everyone knew that if they did something to aggravate me, then they'd have him to deal with. So when I started exploring my sexuality, as any growing young woman would, I had the pick of the hottest guys who would all fall over themselves to please me. Although to be fair, they'd have probably done that regardless of who I was related to. The truth was that I was a bit of a stunner, and boy did I know it.

I'd just started to do some modelling in the last few months, the perfect job for me. All I had to do was stand around looking pretty while a bunch of guys fawned over me, taking my picture and telling me how sexy I looked in whatever I was wearing. One of the photographers who had shot me last week told me that I was a younger, hotter, sexed up version of Eva Longoria. And I couldn't fault his logic. Of course he had probably been hoping to get some action, but I only slept with the hottest guys and he definitely didn't fall into that category.

I knew I was the complete package though, which is why no guy could ever resist me. I've got the cute face, the brown, tanned Latina skin, the long, sleek black hair, the petite body, the hourglass figure and the bigger than average boobs which looked even larger on my slender frame. But I knew nothing could beat my curvaceous ass, which never ceased to get a boys attention. It all added up to one hell of a sexy package.

Tonight I was wearing a designer black dress that had been tailor made for me. It had a plunging neckline, which showcased my perfect tits and the hemline was short enough to show off my sexy legs.

A lot of the women around me liked to act all chaste and coy around men, not wanting to be seen as a slut who gave it away too easily. I had no such qualms. As soon as I lost my virginity, in a seedy club not too dissimilar to this one, I had loved sex. That feeling of having my cunt pounded by a big dick until my pussy exploded just couldn't be beaten.

I'd always got everything I'd ever wanted, so why should this be any different? And like everything else in my life it was all on my terms. I did it when I wanted, where I wanted, how I wanted. I was in control every step of the way.

The man's only contribution was giving me his cock, to help get me off. The hotter they were, the cockier they were, the more aggressive they were the more it suited me. It just made taming them that bit hotter.

I mean sure, a lot of them could talk a good talk and some of them were really well hung. But ultimately once their pricks were wrapped in my silky, velvet cunt they were putty in my hands. Objects to be used until I had been satisfied, and then discarded while I moved onto my next conquest.

I loved seeing that transformation, from a confident alpha male to a submissive, subservient bitch to his true master. Yeah I wasn't one of these sweet, elegant, classy ladies. No, I was cut from the same cloth as my father, with an innate need to dominate all around me. There was nothing better than taking an arrogant stud, jumping on his dick and riding it so hard that he probably thought it was about to break, before leaving him spent and passed out beneath me.

What made it even better was the way they underestimated me. They looked at my tight, petite frame and then at their hard, erect dicks. And then as I started to fuck them they'd suddenly realise that they'd bitten off more than they could chew. That it was me using them, not the other way round. 

I wasn't intimidated by their size either. I loved bedding a hung jock, the kind of guy that was used to having sluts coo over the size of his manhood and squealed crazy when just half of it was inside them. They were all the same, just seeing me as another conquest, another slut they would use to get their release before they moved onto the next. But every time the outcome was the same, with me leaving him covered in our sexual juices having given him the fucking of his life, cos no other chick would be as wild and aggressive with him in bed as I was.

The only real danger was that my dad might find out about my sexploits. He probably wouldn't take too kindly to the news that his daughter loved nothing better than fucking a guys brains out. But then, who would be stupid enough to tell him, when they'd probably dead within a day?

Yet recently I'd had to cast the net a bit wider to get my thrills. I wanted new blood, fresh meat. I wasn't going to be satisfied fishing in a small pond, under the wing of my father, when there was a whole ocean of a world out there full of cocks ready to be conquered.

That's why I was now stood in this seedy club, listening to Mazie and Ava yapping away about how risky it was, because it was one of the few clubs in the town that my father didn't control.

"Look bitches, if you're gonna ruin the entire evening why don't you both go home?" I finally snapped at them.

They both realised they had over stepped the mark and knew from experience that it was never pretty if I had to say something more than once.

The annoying thing was, as I scoped out the club, there seemed to be next to no talent around. Most of the guys in the joint looked high, were butt ugly or just plain dweeby. I liked my men muscular, strong and powerful, but the ones in here tonight barely deserved the right to be called men at all.

Just as I was about to tell the girls that we'd call it night, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. As I turned my head to focus in on the guy that I'd spotted I had to make every effort not to let my jaw hit the floor.

I had seen a lot of hot men in my life, and slept with nearly all of them, but I'd never seen one as hot as this. He was a giant of a man, standing at what must have been at least 6 foot 5. He had a powerful, muscular build with broad shoulders.

I watched intensely as he walked down a set of stairs and towards the bar to order a drink. My eyes were roaming across him greedily, trying to take in his every contour. His face was rugged, with a strong jutting jaw line, but he was handsome too. As he smiled a pair of dimples appeared on his face that would have melted even the coldest of hearts. Even from this distance I could see that his teeth were a perfect, pearly white completing his movie star good looks.

He was just my type; tall, dark and handsome. His dark, tanned skin seemed to glisten in the dim, dingy light of the club, shining like a beacon in the gloom. And his spiky jet black hair just added to his all round appeal.

I could feel an immediate twinge in my cunt at the sight of this Adonis. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and a pair of faded denim jeans. The white of the shirt only made the contrast with his dark skin even more apparent. He had the top few buttons undone, showing off his muscled pecs for the whole world to see. It was impossible not to notice how the shirt was straining to contain his buff body and his bulging muscles.

For a few seconds I lost focus. No man had ever had this effect on me before. I was used to being the aggressor, taking what I wanted. But something about this guy intimidated me. It was a strange, alien feeling, one that I didn't really know how to handle. But what I did know was that I felt more alive than I had done for years.

He was obviously a regular at this dive because as soon as he approached the bar the chick behind it started fixing him a drink, and a gaggle of desperate sluts descended on him, throwing their half naked bodies towards him in a desperate bid for attention.

A few seconds later I saw a dishevelled looking blonde walk down the same steps this hunk had just appeared from. She looked like a complete wreck, her dress had been ripped in several places and her boobs were on show for all to see. Her hair was a tangled mess and she looked unsteady on her feet, clutching the side rail as she made her way down to the dance floor.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs she staggered, as though disorientated. Her head bobbed around as she tried to find her bearings. Like a moth being drawn to a flame I watched as she made a beeline for this hot stud.

And then something clicked in my head, as I put two and two together. He must have done this to her. It was obvious, he must have just taken her up those stairs and fucked her so hard she couldn't walk straight. What was confusing was how relaxed he looked, as though nothing had happened. He'd turned a slut into a complete and total wreck, without having to make any effort whatsoever.

If that was a turn on for me, what happened next raised my levels of desire even higher. The half passed out blonde fell into the guy who had obviously just blown her mind. He reacted by pushing her away, so that she fell to the floor in the heap. All the girls around him were laughing now, as this hot beefcake just nonchalantly pointed to the door.

I couldn't believe quite what I was seeing. Sure, I'd seen guys be complete douches to chicks after they'd fucked them and got what they wanted. But I'd never seen something on this scale, this guy had just used this blonde slut and then basically told her to get lost. Fucked and chucked.

A lot of girls would have been repulsed by this, or at least pretended to themselves that they were. But not me. No, his actions had the complete opposite effect on me, driving my horniness to a whole different stratosphere.

I could feel my cunt moisten so that my small, tight thong started to get damp beneath my dress. I knew in that moment that this would be the ultimate trophy. I had to have him, and I knew I would. And by the end of the night, I'd have drained all that cocky arrogance out of him and shown him who his new boss was.

"Wow, he's fucking hot, isn't he?"

Ava's question brought me back to the present and I turned towards her, my natural instincts kicking in. I felt emotions, thoughts, feelings running through my entire body. My stomach was churning, my nipples were as hard as diamonds, my cunt was soaking, and I was still over 30 feet away from the dude. But I was damned if I was gonna let anyone else know that.

"Yeah, he looks ok for a Guido on steroids," I replied as though the guy was nothing special. "But then looking around this dive I guess he's the best of a bad bunch."

"Come on Selena, even you can't argue that he's not smoking. Look at that gaggle of girls around him. He looks like he could do whatever he wanted to any of them."

I fixed Mazie with my fiercest, bad ass stare and she cowered slightly.

"Um, well, um, that's just what I think." She said tailing away, like a whimpering mouse confronted by a venomous cat.

Smirking in this victory I said, "Well we better get another drink before we die of thirst, hadn't we?"

It was true that we needed a refill, but more importantly I wanted to get closer to this guy without arousing any further suspicion from either of my girlfriends.

As we approached the bar I could see him leaning in to smooch with a brunette chick, who looked like she was in heaven. They were grinding in time to the music, while surrounded by a gaggle of sluts who had practically gone green with envy.

I made sure to position myself at the bar so that I could watch the scene from close quarters out of the corner of my eye, without arousing too much suspicion. We ordered our drinks and sat down on some stools at the bar.

Mazie and Ava knew not to say anything else about this mysterious hunk. They knew just what an evil bitch I could be when people got on the wrong side of me and neither of them were stupid enough to provoke me again.

Instead we chatted about the usual girly nonsense, gossiping about who was dating who, bitching about other girls looks, that sort of boring nonsense. That was just fine by me, because it gave me some cover to get a closer look at this stallion, without giving myself away too much. It was easy to nod and agree and have a little rant whenever there was a lull in the conversation, but at the same time keeping an eye on what was going on.

The guy looked even hotter on closer inspection. He was just pure muscle, all over. As he danced with the girls that were swarming around him I saw his arms flex powerfully, his biceps clearly visible as they pressed against his tight, white shirt.

Over the noise of the music I heard one of the chicks call out to him, shouting, "Troy, Troy, come give your favourite little girl a kiss." He flashed his perfect white teeth at the doll, who to be fair was quite pretty, before reaching over to her and effortlessly lifted her up. He pulled her in tight and their lips smashed together, as she melted into him.

"Selena, Selena ..."

Damn. I'd completely lost track of the conversation, given the level of concentration I had focused on this unbelievably hot guy. Troy. Even his name was strong and powerful, just like he was.

Thinking quickly I turned my head to glare at my two friends, "Sorry but this conversation has just got way too boring for me. Let's dance, come on." I saw them exchange the briefest of glances but they knew better than to argue and the three of us made our way onto the dance floor.

The place had filled up now and the dance floor was now pretty crowded, with a few more guys around that had some potential even if they weren't anywhere near Troy's league.

Ava, Mazie and I danced together for a bit and I made sure that we were never too far away from Troy. I was really going for it and showing off my sexy body. As I moved my hips rhythmically to the music I groped myself with my hands, emphasising my curves to everybody.

It wasn't long before several men in the club had gathered around us, each trying to get a piece of the action. I fended them off with ease, being used to dealing with unwanted attention but at the same time teasing and tantalising them enough that they were happy to keep the drinks flowing and give me the attention I craved.

After a few drinks I was really starting to relax and get into my groove. The DJ was playing the sort of R&B that I really loved and was perfect for getting down and dirty to. As ever I was the centre of attention, with a crowd of guys gawking at me, practically drooling over me.

This is what my nights were usually like. Hot guys all gathering around me like magnets, dancing to my tune, buying me drinks and doing anything they could to get my attention. It was just how it worked. I never had to chase a guy. All I had to do was pick the cream of the crop, as they competed for my affections.

But tonight something was wrong. Despite all the male attention I was getting, I couldn't stop myself from stealing glances across the dance floor, looking for Troy. Every time I did so he was with a different girl, their bodies tight together as she rubbed up against his hunky body. He looked like a kid in a candy store, enjoying playing the field, doing exactly what he pleased.

And then there were the couple of times when he disappeared. When he finally reappeared he usually had at least one chick following him, or trying to at least. They all looked just as ruined as the first blonde, like they'd just been fucked totally senseless. Most of them barely made it back to the dance floor before collapsing in a heap. But Troy didn't care, he'd already moved on and was dancing with a new squeeze.

Each time I saw this it just made my cunt ache even more for release. Troy was clearly the ultimate player. Picking girls up, getting what he wanted, and then disposing of them like trash. That just made him more of a catch in my eyes, another young, dumb jock waiting to be tamed, waiting for his dick to be smothered by my tight cunt.

I knew from looking around the club that I was the hottest girl there. It wasn't even close. So I knew that for a guy like Troy, interested in only the hottest chicks, it would only be a matter of time before he tracked me down and was all over me like a rash.

But as the night wore on the feelings of desire and jealousy continued to build inside me, as Troy continued to ignore me in favour of other chicks not even fit to shine my shoes. I was trying all the tricks now, using all my feminine wiles to try and entice him across.

I was dancing provocatively with other guys, grinding my tight body up against them, twerking my cute, irresistible ass against their crotches so that I could feel their hardness. But every time they lunged forward to pull me into a clinch I slipped away. There was no way I could settle for someone inferior now that I'd seen Troy. This body deserved only the best, the crème de la crème.

Yet it seemed that nothing I was trying was working. And then, as I looked across the dance floor for what seemed like the millionth time that night my heart skipped a beat and I felt anger rising up inside me.

Pressed up tightly against Troy's firm, buff body were Ava and Mazie. Those two little hussies were forcing themselves on the hottest stud in the room, the one who was rightly mine. I felt like marching up to them both and yanking them off this guy that they didn't deserve.

But I knew I couldn't do that. I would be showing myself up in front of them. I didn't throw myself at men and I certainly didn't fight over them, they fought over me. I just couldn't understand why Troy was ignoring me like this. I was the hottest chick in here and yet he seemed satisfied with two skanks like Ava and Mazie.

While I would never admit it, though I couldn't deny the feelings of jealousy racing through me as I watched both my friends rubbing themselves up against him. His shirt was now completely open and they were both rubbing their hands up and down his torso. 

I could see that he was loving the attention, revelling in having two sluts pawing over him. I watched transfixed as his two huge hands reached round and grabbed hold of Ava and Mazie's butts, lifting their skirts upwards so their rumps were exposed for anyone in the club to see.

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Usually I would have rolled my eyes in disgust at this sort of behaviour, allowing some punk to treat them like this. Like they were just objects for someone else to use and abuse. But instead I only felt envious. I wanted Troy to be manhandling me, using his strength and power to do whatever he wanted to me. And then I would turn the tables on him, like I had on countless jocks before him, and turn him into my object, to be used by me. I knew once I'd finished with him the arrogant stud would be gone, and in his place would be a shell of a man completely under my spell.

These thoughts raced through my mind like a tempest as I continued to dance on the hot and sweaty floor. I couldn't help feeling even hornier than ever, even more desperate for release. Fine, if Troy wanted to play his game with those two skanks he could. I'd show him what he was missing.

I quickly sized up my options and picked my target, a sexy blonde dude who rocked the Californian surfer look. If Troy hadn't been in the picture I'd have been perfectly happy to have fun with this jock. What with his cute dimples and the way his body moved I knew he'd be a good lay. And right now that's exactly what I needed, to try and get this horniness out of my system.

As I sashayed my body towards him I saw his blue eyes light up, looking like he'd just won the lottery. Well I suppose he sort of had. He sure as hell had never had a girl as hot as me make a move on him.

He reached out clumsily towards me and pulled me close to his body. I could feel his heart pounding and it sent a thrill through me to see the effect that I was having on him. That should have set alarm bells ringing. Of course I was sending him wild, that's what I did. But deep inside my consciousness I knew that my bravado had taken a hit from the lack of attention I had received from Troy. There he was again, back inside my head like a virus which had infected me.

With a huge mental effort, I pushed the thought of Troy out of my mind as my hands started to explore the guy I was now pressed hard against. As my hands drifted down to his crotch I could feel his hardness bulging against the boarder shorts he was wearing.

He jumped at my touch, shocked at my directness and my boldness. But now wasn't a time for playing games. Now wasn't a time for teasing and torment. I was so horny that I just needed some release. I just needed a stud who I could use to get me off and then leave broken on the floor and this guy seemed like he could step up to the mark.

While he wasn't in Troy's league he was pretty cute and standing at a little over 6 foot he certainly looked the part of the arrogant jock, with a physique that had been cultivated during hours and hours at the gym. But I could sense weakness, like a dog could sense fear. And this guy was weak. This guy would fold like a collapsing deck chair. And that's what I needed right now, an easy win.

As I ground my tight, sexy body up against him he reached down to whisper something in my ear.

"Hey babe, I'm ..."

But before he could finish the sentence I'd cut him off.

"I don't care who you are. All I care about is whether you know how to use this."

As I hissed the last word I yanked at his now fully stiffened prick, massaging it roughly through his shorts. From the look on his face I was worried the guy was gonna blow right there and then, but luckily he was able to keep his composure.

Pushing my head forward I planted my lips on his, forcing my tongue inside his mouth as we kissed passionately. It wasn't the greatest kiss I'd ever had, but he seemed to be loving it. Or at least his dick was from the way it was twitching violently in his shorts. I was relentless and full on, releasing all tension which had built up that evening. My tongue ravished his mouth with a brutal force and power that I'm sure he had never experienced before in his life.

When I pulled away he was panting like a dog and his face was flushed with excitement. I knew what that look meant, it was one that I'd seen a thousand times before. It was a look of such desire and want that this guy would do anything I told him to do. Normally that would have driven me wild. Normally that feeling of total control would have been a massive turn on. But tonight something was missing, but that didn't matter now. I was acting on pure instinct, doing what I did best.

"I know a more private place we can go." I heard him whisper in my ear, before turning and making his way through the crowd on the dance floor.

As I followed him my head turned and what I saw shocked me to my core.

Troy was stood on a raised platform at the front of the dance floor, the centre of attention. But that wasn't what caught my eye. His jeans were round his ankles and what looked like Ava and Mazie were on their knees in front of him, their faces pressed against his junk. I knew those two were sluts, but this was beyond anything I'd seen before. How could they demean themselves like that in front of everyone?

Unfortunately Ava and Mazie's heads were blocking my view of Troy's dick, so instead all I could see was his smug face. It was obvious that he was loving the double blowjob he was getting, and he didn't care who saw it. And then it happened. Our eyes connected, locked together across the crowded, sweaty club. It must have only lasted for a second, but it felt like an eternity. I could see a fire and intensity blazing in Troy's eyes that scared even me. This wasn't some boy jock messing around or playing a game. This was a proper grown up alpha male stud who ate chicks for breakfast and turned them into his desperate, needy whores. And for a fraction of a second I wanted Troy to do that to me. I wanted him to use his strength to bend me to his will.

But then, I awoke and chastised myself. This was a test. This was a challenge. This was a trial of my strength. And it was one that I knew I would not fail. If I could tame a beast like Troy, and I knew I could, then I could tame anyone. Sure he was a man and not a boy, like most of the jocks that I'd fucked and broken. But he'd still never had a chick with a cunt as tight as mine. I would milk him dry and give him sex that would break his dumb, jock mine. Once I'd finished with him all that would be left was a shell of a man. A sex toy for me to use and abuse as I wished.

I gave Troy my fiercest, defiant stare before breaking away and following the blonde jock, who was by now some way ahead of me. I soon caught up with him and chased him up some stairs until we reached an area of the club I'd never seen. He nodded at a big black guy who was stood near the top and he stepped aside to let us through.

This was obviously some sort of VIP area. It was filled with a number of sofas which were large enough to be beds. The blonde guy was walking across to the nearest one. Wasting no time I marched up behind him and tugged at his arm, spinning him round and forcing him to face me. But before he had a chance to do or say anything I pushed him over. He fell backwards and landed heavily on the sofa. The force of the shove had also sent me careening forward and I landed on his chest with a thud, my tits jiggling wildly.

My face off with Troy had sent my horniness levels even higher. Now wasn't a time for foreplay or seduction. Now was a time for hard, nasty, rough sex. It was hard for me not to sneer at this jock lying beneath me. I could tell from his face that he was totally out of his depth here. And I was going to drown him completely with my cunt, by giving him the best sex of his life.

We scrabbled around frantically for the next few seconds as we both made out. I felt him wiggling and squirming beneath me as he struggled to remove his shorts. He was actually a pretty nice kisser, smooth and sensual. But that wasn't what I wanted now. All I wanted was a fat, hard dick. I could take care of the rest.

I could feel his prick now beneath me, free from it confines, ready to provide me with the first bit of satisfaction of the night. It was a starter, a warm up for the main course which was yet to come. Reaching down I dragged the small thong down my legs, while adjusting my body position so that I was now straddling this jock's waist, with my wet cunt totally unprotected. I looked down at him imperiously. He looked dazed and confused. His mouth was ajar and his eyes were unfocussed as his puny brain tried to comprehend what was happening to him. I bet he was used to dominating chicks, used to manhandling them and forcing them to take his dick. But I wasn't like most chicks, as he was only just finding out.

As I looked down on my helpless prey it felt like I was rediscovering myself all over again. The true me. The doubt that had clouded my mind ever more strongly that evening was evaporating now as I regained my confidence. And then I spat at him, my saliva splashing against his cute face. I watched triumphantly at the look of shock in his eyes, as I confirmed my superiority. Now I was going to break him, like all those who had come before him.

I reached into the small bag which I had made sure to keep with me and reached inside for one of the several condoms inside. With the skilled practice of someone who had done this thousands of times before deftly opened the packet and wrapped the rubber around the cock beneath me. I might have been desperate to get fucked but I wasn't going to let some random guy fuck me without protection. Then, I lifted up my hips I reached down to manoeuvre his pulsing prick to the dripping entrance of my snatch. And then with almighty force I slammed my hips down onto his waiting dick. It slid into my damp cunt as easily as a knife cutting through butter.

He let out a cry which seemed to mix ecstasy with pain. But that was only the start. Before he'd even had chance to catch breath I had lifted my hips up again before slamming them back down. And then I was fucking him like he'd never been fucked before.

After just a few strokes I could feel his whole body tensing as he squealed like the pussy boy he truly was. His breathing was erratic and I could tell he was going to struggle to keep it together for much longer. The truth was his cock was a decent size, it had a bit of girth to it and it must have been at least 7 or 8 inches. Most chicks he fucked probably told him how big he was and how great he was in bed.

But my cunt had seen off dicks that were far bigger than this one and he didn't have a chance. I was fucking him with a pace and intensity that it probably felt like his cock was gonna be broken clean off. His face was flushed and he was sweating heavily as my tight, silky cunt suffocated his dick.

While he was howling like a wolf at full moon though, I was bored. No matter how fast or hard I thrust my hips I couldn't force it as deep as I wanted it. There were places that a dick this size simply couldn't reach. Fucking him was like scratching an itch, the more I did it the more horny I seemed to become. Instead of quenching my desire, his inadequacy was fueling it.

And as these thoughts ran through my mind my attention was suddenly jolted away by some noise behind me as I head two distinctive giggles. Ava and Mazie's giggles.

I turned my head to find out what was causing them to laugh like to air-headed bimbos. I had an idea about who was causing them to act like that but the sight that greeted me sent such shock waves through me that I had to quickly turn away, collapsing forward as I did so onto the prone body beneath me. My mouth hit soft flesh of the surfer dude's pecs as I tried to process what I had just seen.

I tried to push the incredible image out of my mind, but I couldn't. Troy had been walking across the room, carrying Ava and Maxie in his arms. Neither of them had a stitch of clothing on them and were both nuzzling at Troy's neck. But it was how Troy was carrying them which was so shocking. Each of his bucket sized hands were stretched around their totally exposed asses, while his fingers were buried in their leaking cunts, which he was using for leverage. He was carrying the pair of them as though they were as light as a feather. Like a caveman carrying his prey home.

Troy, as ever, was in total control and I could hear them both squealing each time his digits moved inside them, as exerted his complete power over them. It was exactly what I had seen from Troy all night: effortless dominance. He didn't need to try hard to be the big man. He was the big man. Most guys would carry chicks lovingly, wrapping their arms around them protectively. But Troy wasn't any normal guy. He was a sexual predator. He carried his sluts by their cunts, because that's all they were to him.

But that wasn't what shocked me the most. The thing that I had struggled to draw my eyes from was the thing swaying between Troy's legs. It was difficult to describe it as his dick, because it was so much bigger than any I had ever seen before. And I had seen a lot in my time.

Its size seemed almost super human. As he strode across the room the thick, turgid pole swung on its axis, periodically slapping his ripped abs. It must have been at least a foot long and it looked thicker than my wrist. And it didn't droop like some big dicks did, as the guy struggled to get fully hard. No, this was as stiff and hard as an iron bar.

It wasn't so much a cock, as a weapon. Suddenly I remembered all those sluts from earlier, struggling to walk. It all made sense now. No wonder they couldn't walk if they had been fucked by this mammoth piece of meat. I felt a shiver run down my spine and right into my cunt, as I considered what damage that weapon could wreak.

All I could do for a couple of minutes was lay on top of this random blonde dude, his dick still buried inside my cunt but it might as well not have existed now that I had seen what Troy was packing. I tried to get Troy and his huge pussy pounder out of my mind, I really did. But I couldn't. I just had to have it. Not for the first time that evening new and discomforting thoughts were running through my head, completely out of my control. The thought of Troy bending me over and destroying me, turning me into a mindless bimbo who lived for nothing but his incredible fuck stick. No guy had ever made me think like that, but I couldn't deny that the thought was turning me on. I felt my cunt twitching at the thought. The blonde guy underneath me was twitching now too, as my cunt massaged his inadequate prick.

I was dazed and confused but seeing this guy totally under my control helped me to reassert myself, reminding me that my pussy had the power to conquer any dick, no matter how big or powerful. I lifted myself up again and started fucking this dude even harder than I had before. I was pounding him and his sub standard prick right into the soft fabric beneath us. As our hips collided at speed I felt him squeal and grunt beneath me, unable to keep up with my tempo or my passion.

But even as I was fucking the living daylights out of him I heard a voice. A deep, rough, baritone voice full of menacing power, "So who want's their cunt destroyed first?"

It was such an arrogant question. Treating my two friends like chunks of meat on a carving board. I should have been repulsed by the misogyny, but all it did was turn me on more. I could hear both Ava and Mazie fighting over who got to go first. And then I heard the most ear shattering shriek in my entire life.

Ava had obviously won the battle and Troy was obviously not going easy on her. I could hear her mewl and screech at every thrust he made inside her. I could hear their hips smashing together as Troy goaded his latest slut, telling her that she was just a worthless cum slut.

What was going on just metres away made the sex I was having now seem even more pathetic and vanilla than I thought it was. And yet when I looked down I saw the cute blonde face of the jock beneath me was addled with pleasure, glazed over as he experienced what was obviously the best sex of his life.

In an attempt to compete I started thrusting myself on his pole faster and faster. Troy might be a sexual god. But I was a sexual goddess, who could match him stroke for stroke. The guy underneath me was grunting louder and louder now as he struggled to cope with the stimulation my tight, wet pussy was giving his manhood. But in spite of it all my best efforts the noise of our copulation was being completely drowned out by Ava's high pitched moans. I watched as his eyes rolled up in his sockets and I felt his dick tighten in my cunt. The next second I felt it starting to deflate inside me, drained of his cum he just wasn't able to stay hard.

The guy had now passed out, it had been too much for him. But I was still in desperate need of release. I carried on pounding into him, but it was no use, as his prick shrivelled inside me so that I could no longer feel anything, despite the fact that my cunt was now dripping wet.

I was angry now and frustrated at this man's inability to give me the fucking that I needed, the fucking that I deserved. But as I stared down at his broken shell of a body I felt a surge of pride well up inside of me. I had done that. He hadn't been able to cope with the tightness of my cunt and the ferocity of my fucking, and neither would Troy. Sure he'd managed to pump his way through a gaggle of horny skanks. But so what? They were nothing compared to me. They weren't even fit enough to lick my boots. 

And so as I lifted myself off his prone body I felt a newfound confidence ahead of what I knew would be a sexual contest of epic proportions. As I turned round I saw that Troy had Ava bent over and was ploughing his massive dick into her willing cunt from behind. His hands were on her hips, holding her in place. Each time he thrust into her she was propelled forward, but his bucket sized hands kept a firm hold of her and forced her back onto his pole. There was no let up to his assault, no chance for her to catch breath.

I was embarrassed and ashamed at how pathetic Ava was being. Her head was bouncing up and down on the sofa now as her whole upper body curved downwards as she lost any sense of where she was or what was happening to her. Even her screams had now faded into a hoarse rasp as she seemed not to even be able to do that anymore, such was the force with which Troy was pummelling her completely unprotected pussy.

And then I saw Mazie. She was crouched underneath Troy's legs and was attempting to lap at his huge plum sized balls. But his hips were moving so fast that she was struggling to keep up with him.

I couldn't help but stare. I was transfixed by what Troy was doing to Ava. It was just so brutal, I'd never seen anything like it. And I could feel my cunt twitching as I watched. My hand drifted down and I started to finger myself.

And then I saw Ava's whole body shake as though she had been electrocuted and she went totally limp. Troy let go and she flew off the end of his dick, lying in a heap on the sofa. Her legs were splayed and she did not move again. Troy had fucked her so hard and so deep that he'd sent her over the edge. Neither her mind nor her cunt had been able to cope and she had passed out.

But I didn't care about Ava right now. I didn't care what this beast had done to one of my best friends. Instead I was transfixed as my eyes locked onto his incredible shaft. It was now soaked in Ava's cunt juices, which only made it seem darker and bigger. But I didn't have much chance to ogle it as Troy didn't waste a moment in picking Mazie up from beneath his legs.

"Let's see if you can last any longer than your pathetic friend."

He manoeuvred her onto the sofa and roughly pulled both her legs into the air and spreading them out wide above her head, before lowering his huge dong towards her cunt. I could see the look in her eyes now. She looked petrified. A second later she was shrieking just as loud as Ava as Troy slammed his cunt buster inside her, using all his weight to force his massive tool inside her clearly straining snatch.

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It was like watching an action replay. Troy started hammering away at Mazie's cunt straightaway. She was barely able to catch breath as he pounded away at her, while she continued to screech like a banshee. Sometimes sex could be gentle, loving and caring. But this was rough and nasty. Troy didn't seem to care that he was pushing Mazie beyond her limits or that she couldn't cope with his enormous size and power. He just kept jack hammering her, using his body weight and leverage to smash into her pussy, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside her.

I watched transfixed as Mazie's mouth lolled open and she started panting like a dog. Troy must have only been fucking her for a few minutes but already I could see she was struggling severely. All the while my fingers were frantically thrusting inside my pussy, as my level of arousal hit a new peak. I should have felt sympathy for Mazie's predicament, should have wanted to help her. But all I felt was awe at the fucking machine in front of me and how he completely and utterly he was dominating his latest slut.

My head was a mess now as an internal battle raised while I watched the sexual annihilation happening just metres away from me. Again I felt nagging doubts creeping into my head, questioning whether I would be able to go toe to toe, or rather dick to cunt, with this sexual colossus. The whole evening had been like one, long rollercoaster. Each time I felt as though I had regained my composure Troy had raised the stakes. And now here I was fingering myself in desperate need of relief.

I knew the next few minutes would be crucial to the rest of my life. I could see what Troy was capable of. I could see that Troy had no morals whatsoever. I could see that once Troy destroyed a girl she would never be the same again. And not for the first time that evening I felt a part of me that wanted him to do that to me. A part of me wanted to be his bitch, to be so overpowered by his cunt-busting cock. To finally meet my sexual match.

But I knew that wasn't the real me. It was just a tiny, degenerate, abnormal part of me. A part of me that I would banish forever tonight by proving once and for all that I could match any jock, however big his dick and however hard he fucked. They'd all end up imprisoned by their libido and their need for my snatch. Confident and assured once again I looked up to see that Mazie was anything but.

She was thrashing around now, bouncing this way and that as Troy continued to pummel her mercilessly, until eventually she could cope no longer. I saw the exact moment when it happened. The moment when Troy broke her and she shattered into a million pieces like a porcelain doll being dropped from a skyscbangr.

Her eyes glazed over and rolled around uncontrollably in her sockets. Her head lolled back. And her cunt exploded, squirting everywhere and spraying Troy's prick and the sofa beneath with her juices. And now she was shuddering, as though an earthquake had struck her cunt and sent aftershocks through her entire body. And still Troy kept on fucking her, powering through her orgasm as though it had had no effect on him, despite the fact that I knew her battered cunt must have been clamping down on his mammoth prick for all it was worth.

"Dumb worthless bitch, can't any slut stay with me for more than ten minutes?" Troy grunted angrily as he pulled his still rock hard shaft out of Mazie's now motionless cunt. As he let go of her legs they came crashing to the ground and she lay in a heap. Her head rolled forward until it came to rest on the damp sofa.

Despite my confidence it was still a shock Troy had fucked both my friends unconscious in under 20 minutes, and he hadn't cum once. It was an incredible show to witness and I couldn't help but admire his sexual prowess. Any other chick would have been quaking in the face of such power. But I wasn't any other chick. Troy turned to face me, not giving either Ava or Mazie a backward glance. As he walked towards me his huge fuck stick swayed up and down, now covered in the cunt juice of both my friends.

My heart skipped a beat and in the few seconds it took Troy to reach me a hundred and one thoughts rushed through my mind. This was the moment of truth. This is when I would find out what I was really made of. If I could somehow find a way to tame Troy then I knew that I would be able to tame anyone. But I knew the risk of failure was real. For the first time in my life I was facing a foe whom I did not know I would be able to vanquish.

But I was Selena. I was Nacho's son. I was a fucking princess. Sure Troy was strong, had a huge dick and could destroy a dozen sluts in one night. But he'd never faced a challenge like me, never fucked someone with my experience and sexual power. Tonight would be the night that he finally met his match. Once my cunt had smothered his prick and milked it dry he would be mine forever to do with as I pleased. The latest jock trophy to add to my collection.

"I hope you're gonna last longer than your pathetic friends over there."

Troy had reached me, and stopped with his dick level with my head. Despite myself I couldn't help goggling at how enormous it was. Up close it looked even bigger than it had a few moments ago. I could smell Ava and Mazie's pussy juices and instead of repulsing me, it just turned me on even more. I was starting to feel a little drowsy, as though the smell of his dick and their cunts was intoxicating me.

Forcing myself to look away and up at Troy I said confidently, "Oh don't you worry about that. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be joining them over there."

Troy laughed mockingly.

"Oh yeah? I've seen you all night. The way you've been looking at me. Desperate for me to show you some attention. You act like you're a little princess but we both know that you're nothing but a common whore, desperate to have your cunt pounded by my battering ram."

I shivered slightly at this cocky bravado, which struck a little closer than home than I was comfortable with. But I wasn't about to let Troy know that.

"You're so full of yourself, aren't you. But I've had tons of arrogant jocks like you, giving it the big one. And every time I've used their cocks to get me off and left them broken and passed out. You'll be no d..."

But I couldn't finish my sentence because Troy had moved with incredible speed and in one swift movement he had grabbed the back of my head, dragging me forward like a rag doll, while forcing his prick forward. Instinctively I let my jaw drop and he took full advantage, ramming his fuck spear into my mouth until it slammed into my throat.

"You talk too much, bitch." Troy said as he forced his prick deeper inside my mouth. "Now suck me off like the cheap slut you really are. Suck your friends pussy juices right off my dirty cock, you skank."

Suddenly I felt paralysed, not knowing what to do. I'd never sucked a dick before in my life. The thought was ridiculous. Guys would go down on me, sure. I was the boss. But why would I ever do the same for them? It just seemed so dirty, so unclean, so beneath me. And yet here I was, with the biggest dick I had ever seen, being forced into my gullet. All my talk, all my arrogance was no use to me now as I was forced to submit.

"Fucking get on with it, dumb slut. It won't suck itself, will it?"

The insult was an affront. No guy spoke to me like that, no matter how hot he was. Anger coursed through me as I struggled to free myself from Troy's cobra. But it was no use. He was too strong, too powerful. He had me well and truly where he wanted me.

Instinctively, as though driven by an internal force of nature against my conscious wishes I opened my mouth as wide as it would go in an attempt to make it easier for Troy to force himself further inside me. My jaw was already aching with the strain of accommodating his huge girth.

I tried to use my tongue to lap at the underside of his big prick, lapping at the huge artery which ran all along the bottom of his dick. As I tried to focus it seemed as though well over half, probably two thirds of Troy's dick remained outside my mouth. It didn't make sense, how the hell could something that big ever fit inside my mouth, it was impossible.

Blowing him was difficult and uncomfortable. His size making it a constant struggle. But having come to terms with the indignity I decided to try and make a good fist of it. I needed to play the long game. The rope-a-dope strategy. Let him think he was winning. Let him think he had the upper hand. Let him become overconfident.

So I tried my damndest to fit more of his python down my throat, edging him further and further inside him. His junk was so warm, sizzling inside my mouth. And his masculine musk, combined with the taste of my friends pussies were a potent mix. It was all so disgusting, but that just made me even hotter, made me even more desperate to have this huge prick split me open.

But apparently Troy was unimpressed by my efforts. "Is that the best you can do, slut?" He signed heavily, as though his latest pet had made a mess that he was going to have to clean up. "Guess I'm gonna have to do all the work here." From the sound of his voice, I wasn't the first girl to struggle to blow his shaft.

I felt Troy grab hold of my hair and then suddenly he yanked my head downwards, so that his shaft penetrated down my throat. With a short, sharp thrust of his hips he forced himself further inside me, forcing my throat to accommodate his massive girth.

I pushed myself to stretch my jaws further apart, eager to please my dominator. But the truth was that I was a mere puppet now. Like a swimmer way out of their depth I no longer retained any control over the situation.

Troy was holding me down now and I was engulfed by the intense taste and smell of his dirty staff. It smelt of sex, a mixture of cum and cunt juice and was now being forcefully cleaned by my mouth. It had a salty, musky taste that I was unfamiliar with. But I had no chance to think about any of that, all it did was increase the hazy fog which now filled what was left of my mind. As Troy continued to hold me in place I started to panic, struggling to breathe, gaggling and struggling on his meaty pole. But Troy just let me squirm, held in place by his crowbar sized cock.

Just as I thought my consciousness was going to fade Troy roughly yanked my head of his dick. I panted released a load of spit and saliva, which fell onto his prick and started to rundown it. As his shaft became covered in this natural lubricant, it became darker and seemed even more menacing.

"What a useless fucking whore you are," Troy sneered dismissively.

But I had no time to bark out a response because as soon as I'd taken a few breaths Troy had forced me back onto his fuck pole. The extra lubrication meant it slid down my throat much more easily and Troy took full advantage of this, impaling me even further on his humongous meat stick.

Rather than hold my head in place, this time he started pulling my head up and down sharply, with my head bobbing up and down on his pole like a yo-yo. He moved his hips simultaneously so that each time my head came down he speared further and further inside me.

I was now a totally disorientated. Spittle was flying everywhere. And I felt like I was going to choke on his baseball bat sized prick. But Troy didn't seem to care. He just carried on thrusting into me, pushing himself further and further down my throat. 

Each time I thought he had pushed his cock as far as it could physically go, he manoeuvred my head and applied yet more force, until my throat surrendered to him. It was obvious that he'd done this plenty of time before, and I could do nothing but accept that for now I was simply his cock cushion to be used for his sexual need and desire.

As he continued his relentless assault I became even more dizzy and struggled to comprehend my surroundings. Usually my mouth was used to shout at other people, throwing cruel insults and gratuitous orders to those who knew they could never refuse me. But now I was learning the real reason that God had given me a mouth. It was to suck Troy's dick.

And so it went on. His powerful fuck pole bashing my throat again and again and again, until suddenly I was yanked off. Troy looked down at me as the long strands of drool connecting my mouth to his dick slowly broke away, falling either onto my chin or his now fully engorged prick. His eyes were on fire, filled with so much passion that it took what breath I had left away.

Before I could fully establish my bearings I felt his hand once again directing my head downwards again until his huge gonads were pushed into my open, panting mouth. I somehow knew exactly what to do, suckling on first one ball and then the other. My tongue roamed across them, trying to cover every single inch of his enormous cum sacks.

His huge totem was now resting on my face, reaching up past my eyes so that I could only see properly out of one eye. I could feel the heat radiating powerfully from his meat, like a furnace firing up for action. I couldn't help it, my hands gripped my aching pussy and I started to finger myself in a desperate attempt to achieve some level of sexual release.

After a few minutes of giving this ball bath Troy suddenly let go of my head and I fell backward onto the couch with a thud. When I looked up all I could see was this man mountain towering over me. His javelin standing upright against his perfect abs, now slick with my saliva. All this made it seem even more imposing, as I lay helpless beneath him, completely at his mercy.

I was more frightened now than I'd ever been in my life, a totally novel feeling. Never before had I felt this powerless, so subjugated to the will of another. Now here I was, fearing for my very survival. How could I possibly withstand the battering that this huge cunt buster was surely about to unleash? And yet still, through the haze, I hung onto that inner steel, that inner core, which had been with me since the day I had been born. A lifetime of knowing that I was superior to any other man, was not going to be washed away in one evening.

But as I looked up into Troy's eyes I had to fight even harder to retain my confidence. His eyes were cold and pitiless. Gone was the warmth and fire, to be replaced by the determined stare of a man bent on nothing short of my total and complete destruction. I knew in that moment that I was facing my own personal abyss, an abyss from which there would be no escape. But I also knew that I would fight it with every fibre of my being.

Suddenly I was being lifted up the floor. Troy had moved with the speed of a lion, hungry to devour his prey. Swooping downwards he lifted me up the ground with his huge, bucket sized hands gripping my firm, Latina rump.

Leaning forward he whispered in my ear, "Now the fun really begins."

"No". I tried to wriggle out of his clutches. "You've got to put a rubber on first. I don't fuck guys unprotected."

Troy laughed, all the while keeping a firm grip on me, stopping me from going anywhere. "Like I care what you think. Stop acting like you're just another whore. Some guys might believe that, but I know the truth."

"You're scum. That's what you are, pond life. You wait till my father finds out what you've done to me. Then you'll pay."

"Aww, you're daddy's little princess, aren't you? Always had things your own way, haven't you? Well not tonight. Tonight you find out what your true status is in life, as my whore."

The argument was causing adrenaline to rush through me and I could feel my face flush. Nobody talking to me like this, nobody. I would show this good for nothing gutter rat what happened to those who didn't obey me.

But despite the anger in my head I felt my cunt trembling, aching for release. Troy's nastiness turned me on and the idea of him taking me raw seemed only to intensify my levels of desire. It wasn't like I could stop him now anyway, but I knew that eventually I would have the last laugh once I'd milked all the cum out of Troy's cock.

Troy lifted me up so that my feet dangled helplessly off the ground and walked slowly and methodically until I felt my back hit a cold hard wall. And then I felt him. With a short, sharp jolt he thrust his dick inside me, piercing my folds with his huge weapon. 

I wanted to scream. It took all my strength, all my control to contain myself and instead let out a low oohing sound. Despite seeing his dick at such close quarters, despite having it jammed so far down my gullet that I couldn't breathe, its size was still a shock to me. I could feel my cunt being stretched wide as Troy forced this impossibly sized invader into me. 

After such a long wait I was finally getting what I had wanted ever since I'd laid eyes on Troy. I could feel his massive tool stretching my cunt, his girth was so much larger than any guy I'd ever had before. But that didn't seem to matter, the natural lubricants which had spent all night accumulating allowed him easy access. And he was using brute force to blast my cunt open.

As he continued to walk he started to fuck me properly. Using his leverage on my ass he pulled me into him, impaling me on his huge spear. His size meant that I felt each thrust reverberate right through my petite frame.

I was heaving now, panting heavily. I looked into Troy's face and he looked incredibly calm, as though this sort of thing was just a normal everyday occurrence for him. As I realised that it probably was I felt my cunt leak as I slid further down his distended root.

Slowly he lifted me off his rock hard dick until our eyes were level. "Not so cocky now are you, bitch?"

"Is this all you've got? My friends must be even more pathetic than I thought if they couldn't take this."

I was lying now. I was barely managing to keep my breath. The truth was that Troy was fucking me harder and deeper than any guy ever had before and I could see he had a few more inches to play with before he was balls deep. But I was damned if I was gonna let Troy see any of that. I was going to keep fighting as long as I could.

Yet Troy's reaction made me immediately realise how foolish I had been to show such bravado. It was about as sensible as waving a red flag at a bull. As I screamed out these words I saw his face light up and his dick twitch in excitement, before he pulled me down hard on his pulsing prick. His brutal battering ram entered me so suddenly and so deeply that I felt as though all the air had been knocked out of the lungs. It seemed that what Troy had done earlier hadn't been us fucking, but just an extension of our tortuous foreplay, an appetiser for the banquet which was yet to come. There was going to be no more holding back. Troy was going to really fuck me now; hard, fast and deep.

Before I was able to take a breath Troy had lifted me to the tip of his schlong and then slammed me back down. Soon he started to hit a steady rhythm, pushing his huge pussy pounder deeper and deeper inside me.

I tried to cope with what he was doing to me, tried to hold out, tried to stop myself from succumbing totally to this beast. But it was to be a losing battle, and a short one. Screams were now flooding out of my mouth as I gasped for air, like a drowning swimmer frantically doing their best to keep their head above water. Each thrust of Troy's rapier drawing another wail of anguish as I felt my cunt being stretched further and further out of shape.

It was painful at first. The pounding was just relentless as Troy grunted with each thrust. He was pushing his rampant dick further inside of me than any man had ever reached before, hitting nerve endings that I'd never even known existed. It took a long time to get used to the sheer physical brutality of what was happening to me. Troy was tearing open my pussy, drilling a huge tunnel in which to accommodate his monstrous cock.

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I was yelping like a bitch on heat, barely able to stay conscious never mind do anything else. But eventually, I started to get used to the depth of intrusion. My cunt started to grow accustomed to his hardness and the pain started to be replaced by an all-consuming pleasure.

Troy was really going for it now. Each thrust of his hips plunged his dick further and further inside my now completely defenceless pussy. Every time his plunger reached new depths I felt another jolt of endorphins race through me, as my cunt twitched and convulsed in ecstatic pleasure.

I felt physically exhausted, but still hungry for more of Troy's amazing cock. Like an addict I needed more, much more to feed my insatiable lust for this sexual God.

"Harder. Fuck me harder!" I wanted to scream, but I was only able to pant. "Fuck me like you really mean it."

It was a final taunt, a last hurrah, a closing sneer. If I was going to go down, I was going to go down fighting. Almost instantaneously I felt Troy's dick accelerate, like a car going up into top gear, as though he was affronted that I was still able to speak. His thrusts became faster and longer as he filled me up even more. It felt like I was being fucked by an iron bar, he was so hard, so strong, so powerful. And I was loving it. Loving every second of it.

"Ugh. Yes. Take my dick, slut. That's all your good for, isn't it? Taking dick in your tight holes."

"Yes." I whispered hoarsely, barely able to respond in the face of this new onslaught.

I could deny it no longer. I could hold out no longer. I could pretend no longer. In that moment I finally realised and accepted how naive I had been. Gone was my cocky bravado. Gone was any pretence that I could master this monster. Gone was the idea that I could ever hope to tame this beast.

Troy was panting a bit now as he exerted himself even more. He was fucking me so hard now that I couldn't make a sound, it took all my effort just to keep breathing. The room was filled with the noise of our hips colliding faster and faster as we both grunted heavily. He was fucking me so hard now that it felt as though he could fuck me right through the wall my back was up against.

And still he reached further inside me, seemingly impossibly there was still more dick for him to supply, as though it would never end. Even at this fast pace he was able to keep up a metronomic routine, pounding me with the efficiency of some sort of specially designed fucking machine.

I was starting to struggle again as the pleasure coursing through me started to overwhelm me. It was like my mind was unable to process the feelings I was experiencing, he was literally fucking my brains out.

As I fell forward I looked down, looked at where our two bodies intersected as Troy continued to pummel my insides. And suddenly I was cumming. Cumming harder and more powerfully than I could have even thought possible. I squirted what seemed like gallons of cum, as though a balloon had been burst inside me.

What had pushed me over the edge was the sight of my stomach being pushed outwards with each thrust of Troy's might dick. Like a straw breaking a camel's back, this shocking demonstration of his size and power had been too much for me.

In that moment time seemed to be suspended, as I felt a psychedelic moment of such total bliss and serenity that it transcended the physical. All conscious thought was driven out of my mind as the most explosive orgasm ripped through my body. All the build up, all the agonising teasing, and now a solid half an hour of the hardest most brutal fucking I'd ever experienced seemed to have pushed me totally over the edge.

I was no longer Selena. I was simply Troy's whore. His incredible fuck muscle had sent me to a sexual stratosphere that I would not have thought possible until I'd experienced it for myself. All I knew was that this feeling, of total sexual satisfaction made the rest of my life pale into insignificance. That was the moment something snapped inside my brain and I knew what I truly wanted in life. To experience this sexual high, which only Troy could provide.

It was with that thought that I lost consciousness, surrendering to my own sexual exhaustion.

THUD

I opened my eyes blearily and came face-to-face with Troy. His rugged handsome face just inches from mine. But instantly I knew that he was angry. Really angry.

"Finally. Wakey fucking wakey, you dumb, useless slut." He growled at me angrily as I saw his hand move back away from my face and back down to my ass. "You might have finished, but I certainly haven't."

And he was right, I could feel his hard pole resting on my still panting stomach, covered in the greasy slobber of my cunt juices. Once again I saw that pitiless, ruthless stare boring into me and I couldn't help but shiver as I lay in this titan's arms, completely at his mercy.

Without another word he picked me up again. This time he carried me down the stairs and back onto the dance floor. The club was still packed with people dancing the night away. I clung onto Troy for dear life. I knew the truth now. I knew that I had met my match. All I felt in that moment was the emptiness of my cunt, without his huge pole stuffed inside it. I knew that no other man would ever make me feel the way that Troy had made me feel tonight.

So I didn't care about the people staring or the fact that they were laughing and jeering at me. A few hours ago I might have cared. But not now. Not now that I knew that my only role in life was serving as Troy's whore.

When we reached the centre of the dance floor Troy suddenly dropped me onto the floor and I hit the ground with a thud, rolling a few feet as I did so. I no longer knew which way was up and which way was down. My brain was as much of a mess as my cunt. As I looked upwards into the strobe lighting I saw Troy descending and then felt myself being pulled up onto my feet.

"Twerk for me, slut. Grind your ass against my huge dick."

As if in a trance I did as I'd been told. Turning round I saw the crowd properly now for the first time. The jeering faces. The laughter. The guys with their jaws slack as they watched Troy put on a show for them, demonstrating to everyone who the alpha male was here.

WHACK

I jumped as I felt Troy's huge hand hit my ass.

"Hurry up bitch, I haven't got all night."

Without another second of hesitation I bent over and started twerking, backing my ass into Troy's crotch. I was being fast and frenetic now, jolting about like a junkie on a trip. I was pushing my ass back into Troy and I could feel my cunt dripping now as I felt his huge fuck bone pressing up against my ass.

My whole body was now on display for all to see, my dress in tatters as I debased myself for this Adonis. I could feel my tits jiggling up and down, matching the excitement which was coursing through my veins.

I was no longer Selena the princess. I was just another one of Troy's many whores. I felt Troy leaning forward, his huge arms reaching round my body until he planted them on my bouncing tits. Suddenly, and without any warning, he violently twisted both my nipples simultaneously. 

I twitched involuntarily as a wave of pleasure rushed through me instantly, as I experienced a wholly new sensation. No guy had ever had the guts to do something like that to me before. Too scared of me and too scared of my father, I realised they'd all been little boys. Troy was a man. A real man. A man that knew how to take control, take charge and take ownership of what was his.

My cunt was now aching more than it had ever ached before in my life. I'd never, ever felt this way and so I was struggling to control my rampant emotions. I'd always had sex on tap, whenever and however I wanted. Never before had I felt as horny or as desperate as I did now, completely at the mercy of a man who knew how to play me like a violin. Even though I had only just been fucked to within an inch of my life, already I wanted Troy to do it to me again and I didn't care who was watching.

"Who owns you, slut?" Troy whispered seductively in my ear, while continuing to massage my breasts.

Breathlessly I managed to pant, "You."

"Damn right I do. And what do you want me to do with you slut?"

Our bodies were pressed firmly together now and I could feel his huge schlong gyrating up and down my ass crack. It was like torture for me, that prime piece of beef just inches away from my needy cunt. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult as my whole body began to feel sensitive and raw to each of Troy's touches.

"Fuck me."

"Sorry babe, I didn't quite here that."

"Fuck me." I said a bit louder.

"No, still can't hear you."

"FUCK ME!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Take that huge dick of yours and ram it into my pussy and fuck me senseless."

The whole room began to blur and lose focus as my body became entirely consumed with my out of control lust. I dimly noticed the shocked looks of everyone dancing around us, but at that moment it couldn't pierce my consciousness, which was entirely focussed on what Troy was doing to me.

"Why didn't you just say, babe?"

Grabbing hold of my hips he forced me to bend forward, exposing my tight Latina ass. I knew what was going to happen next and braced myself, waiting for his baton to enter me once more. But yet again Troy took me by surprise, a surprise that send a pulse of fear through me that was so acute that I thought I might vomit.

I felt the huge head of his slick cock resting on the entrance to my asshole.

"No. No you can't." The words had left my lips before I had managed to form a conscious thought. I'd fucked a lot of guys before, but I'd never let any of them near my ass. Of course they wanted to. I saw the way they looked at it, the way their dicks brushed its entrance hopefully. But I'd always thought that was something only whores did. I couldn't let Troy pop my anal cherry. It just wouldn't work. He'd break me like a china doll. And the depth of my fear and revulsion had driven all thought for who I was talking to from my mind.

"What did you say?" Troy's voice was deep and menacing, as though daring me to repeat my insolence. "What are you?"

"I'm a whore, I'm your whore?" I answered automatically, remembering my place.

"What else?" Troy's voice was calm, but I could sense the danger in it as I started to hyperventilate.

"I ... I ..."

"You don't even know what a whore is, do you? You dumb slut. Well you will do after tonight. It's simple, you're just a set of holes. A set of holes that can only find any meaning or purpose in life by being filled up by a real man. Isn't that right?"

"Y ... yes," I stuttered, accepting his degrading description of me without argument.

"And as you're my whore, your holes belong to me. That's the only way you can be useful to me. So unless you want to fuck off and never see my dick again, you're gonna have to give me whichever hole I want. And right now, I want your tight, virgin ass."

For a moment I was too stunned to speak. Troy was talking to me like I was trash on the floor. But that only made me want him more. The more he humiliated and demeaned me the wetter I became. I was still scared, really scared. But the decision had already been made. I was Troy's now and if he wanted my ass, he was going to get my ass.

When I didn't respond I felt Troy adjust his position before plunging his prick downward into my tight rosebud. I immediately let out a scream, louder than anything that night. The pain was immediate and it felt like my ass has been set alight. Troy immediately started to fuck me, not giving me any time to adjust or get used to what was happening.

My ass was doing everything it could to stop this unprecedented invasion. But it was a hopeless endeavour. Troy's size and body position, combined with the slick lubrication provided by my own pussy juice which coated his dick, meant that he was able to power through my ass, tearing it open with a brutal force that seemed to have no regard for the pain that he was inflicting.

Over the screeching I heard him say, "Relax, you dumb cunt, or this is gonna hurt a lot more than it needs to."

I tried to do what he said, tried to open my ass wider to allow him easier access. But it was all so new to me and I was now so exhausted that it was a real struggle.

My head was now so mashed, my vision now so confused that I had no idea who was watching me being so completely debased. But I didn't care. Pride and status didn't matter any more. All that mattered was keeping Troy and his sex hammer happy.

Troy was fucking me with sharp, short jabs of his fuck stick. Even with only a few inches buried inside me it was a struggle for him to get any traction. It was as though my ass was gripping hold of his prick, unwilling to let it go.

Slowly though the pain started to subside as I became used to his massive member inside my previously untouched ass.

"That's it slut, open your ass up." Troy barked at me, treating me like the dog that I had become.

Every time I got a little more comfortable I could feel Troy pushing that bit harder, penetrating me that bit further, opening me up that bit wider. Inch by inch he was prising me open, his freight train of a cock blasting open my anal passage.

At this point I was a passenger. Troy had mounted me and was in total control. Eventually he seemed to lose patience and just like when he had destroyed my cunt he started fucking me at a relentlessly fast pace, with his long, deep strokes. By now I had lost the ability to scream and so all I could do was pant and sweat as Troy used me in the most nasty way possible.

"Ugh. Such a tight virgin ass. Ugh. It won't be so tight after tonight though, will it slut?"

I didn't have the energy to respond to Troy's taunting as he continued to pound my ass with yet more vigour. Our hot sticky bodies were smashing together now, like two feral, wild beasts. And as we continued to rut I finally felt my ass surrender to its conqueror, giving him full access to my tightest, hitherto unblemished hole.

My anal canal was now slick as our shared sexual juices mixed together, allowing Troy to pick up the pace, fucking me harder and harder. I started to lose it once more as waves of euphoria swept over me and suddenly I was cumming again, squirting like a fountain as Troy drove into me relentlessly.

As my ass clamped down on his dick I heard him roar as he flooded my guts with his thick, hot load. He kept his pole buried inside me as he unleashed torrent after torrent of cum into me, while I collapsed forward utterly spent.

Unable to cope I felt the world fade away into darkness once again.

I awoke with a start, shivering as I lay on a damp, cold floor.

My whole body ached with the extraordinary exertions it had been put through the night before and the awkward position I had been left in. My face was flat on the cold floor and my hair was matted and tangled.

But more importantly I felt totally empty, bereft of Troy's massive tool. My hands instinctively reached down to touch my tender cunt. It felt raw and prickly from the battering it had received the night before. Yet still I longed to be filled again.

As I struggled to lift myself up I felt a dribble of Troy's seed seep out of my gaping butthole and down my leg. Instinctively I grabbed hold of his cum and eagerly licked it off my hands, desperate to taste his alpha man juice.

It took a moment for me to realise what I'd just done. I'd just eaten cum which some random guy had buried deep in my ass god knows how many hours previously. Humiliating. Degrading. Shameful. Before last night I could never have imagined myself ever doing something so disgusting. But now I didn't care about that. In fact, it's what turned me on. So I used my hand to reach down and scoop out some more cum, still warm, out of my ass.

And I'd done that before even recognising where I was. As I started to come to my senses the smell of stale piss permeated through me and I realised that once Troy had finished me he must have dumped me in the men's rest room.

I felt myself shiver and this time it had nothing to do with the temperature. Instead it was the callous viciousness which had caused my involuntary quiver. I had been dumped here for anybody to see, for countless random guys to gawp and laugh at. So much for being a princess. That title seemed like it had existed a lifetime ago, almost as if it belonged to another person

When I finally stood up a shocking sight greeted me in the mirror. I was barely recognisable. My makeup was smeared all over my face, which was also caked in a variety of dried sexual fluids. The dress that I had been wearing was now in shreds, hanging limply around my midriff.

Seeing the dishevelled state I'd been left in shook me for a moment, but I still felt dazed and confused. I felt as though I should have been angry. Troy had acted like a complete douche. He'd spent the whole evening teasing me. Then he'd made me embarrass myself in front of everyone in the club, before fucking me senseless and leaving me lying on a smelly, cold toilet floor.

Nobody treated me like this, nobody. But I didn't feel angry. No. As I thought about last night the only feeling I had was the feeling in my cunt, the need to be dominated, to be ruined, to be destroyed by a proper alpha male.

I was so used to the boys that I'd messed around with that I thought that's what I wanted. I'd thought I loved being in charge, giving the orders, making guys dance to my tune. But Troy had shown me how wrong I was. He'd shown me my true nature. What I really wanted was a big, bad stud to take control and fuck me totally senseless.

Last night had made all my other sexual encounters seem like just a pec on the cheek. Troy hadn't just fucked me, he had owned me. His huge schlong had penetrated so far inside me, stimulating parts of me that I hadn't even known had existed. And I knew that nobody would be able to make me feel like that again. Nobody would be able to match his brutal cunt killing cock.

Troy hadn't said much to me last night, he hadn't needed to. But what he had said was absolutely true. He'd shown me what I truly was. A set of holes to be used and abused by a stallion like Troy, because I would be nothing without his horse-hung dick.

I knew at that moment that my life would never be the same again.

End of Chapter 06

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I stared out of my bedroom window and looked down on the large garden stretched out below, lit up by the bright early evening sunshine. In the distance I could see both my father and stepmom splashing around in our large outside pool.

While they were having fun, relaxing and enjoying the weather I was stuck inside, tense and fretful about the events I had set in motion earlier that day. I knew when my father found out what I had done he wouldn't be happy. I knew that there would be repercussions. I knew that the outcome was uncertain.

But I also knew the time had come to act. I was sick of standing by, turning the other cheek, playing the long game or whatever excuses my father gave for not taking action. People were starting to get twitchy, nervous about the challenge to our position which had been emerging for months now.

I could feel it. The huge fear and respect that we had so carefully cultivated over so many years was starting to ebb away. People were starting to wonder whether we had lost our grip on this town. And I knew how dangerous that could be, even if my father didn't.

Our whole lifestyle was built on fear. Fear of what would happen to those that disobeyed or even disrespected us. Once that dissipated there would be nothing to stop them turning against us. My father might think our reputation was unbreakable. But I knew differently. Each day it needed to be fortified and strengthened, against any who would dare challenge us.

I felt my fist tense slightly as these thoughts raced through my head and I felt a burst of anger surge through me at my father's fecklessness, which endangered us all. This magnificent house, the fleet of sports cars, the exotic holidays, and the millions we had accumulated over the years. All of it was at risk if we didn't deal with this challenge the same way we had every other; ruthlessly and efficiently.

It had taken my father, Nacho Gonzalez, decades to build our Empire but I could feel it slipping away. If he would not do anything then it was up to me, Jose, his son and heir to act.

The time for talking was over. It was time for action now and so I had made the decision and there was no turning back now. All I could do now was wait. I looked down at my watch and realised it would likely be a while before I heard anything.

I heard a sound from behind me as I did so and turned to see a stunning blonde 19-year-old walking towards me. As ever while in my presence she was totally naked, so that I could study her exquisite body in full.

As I checked her out from head to toe I felt an immediate stirring in my groin, my lust pushing out the anger and tension that had been coursing through my veins.

She was quite petite at just 5 foot 4 and had a cute, innocent face. I sought out her most attractive feature, her electric blue eyes which perfectly complemented her peroxide blonde hair. Her full, plump lips were covered in a pink lipstick that suited her complexion and made her look even more alluring.

As I inspected her body I saw again her huge breasts, which looked obscene on her lithe, thin frame. My eyes continued to drift down to her bare, shaven pussy. I could see that her small clit was wet. I looked back at her eyes and saw a familiar look within them as she stared back at me. A look of wanton desire. Finally, I looked down at her toned legs and could not help but take a sharp intake of breath as I admired their smooth silkiness. As usual she did not have an ounce of fat on her, but despite keeping herself in great shape she wasn't muscular or athletic.

In other words she was the perfect teen slut. Just how I liked them.

Of course, she hadn't always been like this. As I saw her there in the doorway I could not help but marvel at the transformation which had taken place in her in just a few short months.

It had all started on a typical evening as I did my rounds around the town. We'd had a particularly difficult day with people stupidly failing to cough up the money they owed us, which meant my men had to mete out our version of justice.

Some people no doubt thought we were cruel, inhumane monsters for doing this, but we really had no choice. If people bought our drugs or accepted our protection then they needed to pay for it. And they needed to fear the consequences of not paying enough to make sure they paid their debts.

I mean we were reasonable people. We offered short term loans to people when they were suffering from cash flow problems. But our patience has limits and we needed to make people realise that.

So at the end of a long, hard day I stood outside an unremarkable house on the nicer edge of town and waited while one of my men rang the bell. After a while it became clear that the occupant was not willing to answer and so I nodded my head, giving my men the order they had been waiting for.

A couple of guys ran back to our van and returned a few moments later with a battering ram. A few short barrages later and the door had crumpled. My men charged into the building, brandishing their weapons as they did so. I followed calmly behind, stepping carefully over the debris that had been created by our forced entry. It was something I was used to now, it all too frequently proved necessary when somebody was being particularly uncooperative.

A few seconds later I'd reached the kitchen and smiled grimly at the scene which greeted me. As always my men had quickly found their target and had already pushed him roughly to the ground. He was still squirming around though, screaming and shouting at the top of his lungs. Losing patience my leading henchman Carlos roughly struck him in the side of the head with the butt of his gun, causing him to keel over and lose consciousness.

By the time he had recovered my men had propped him up on a chair and tied him in place. He really was a pitiful excuse for a human being. His hair was messy and unkept, his face unshaven and his eyes red and bloodshot. When he awoke I saw the look of panic wash across him as he contemplated the helplessness of his situation.

Most people would have pitied this man and sympathised with him. But not me. This man was weak. And weakness was something that I had never had any time for. A man who could not provide for and protect himself and his family, was not a real man at all.

"Where's my money?" I asked the question calmly, as though we were having just a friendly little chat.

"I ... I ... I don't have it. I'll get it to you. I just need more time."

"Tim, that's what you told Carlos last week, and the week before, and the week before that. Enough's enough. Time's up."

"But, but ..."

"Enough buts Tim. You're wasting my time here. Do you think I want to spend my time talking to pathetic, low life scum like you? If you take out a loan, then you've gotta be able to repay it somehow."

"I don't have it," Tim whimpered pathetically. He was sobbing now, rocking backwards and forwards in his chair as he did so.

"Search this place and bring anything of value to me."

Immediately, my men started to move away and search the house while Carlos and I stayed in the kitchen.

I could hear the place being turned upside down, floorboards being upturned and draws being upended as my men searched the place from top to bottom. After a few minutes I heard a squeal from upstairs, a high-pitched squeal of pure fright and at the same moment I saw Tim's expression change too. He jumped as though he had seen a ghost and his sobbing became even more uncontrolled.

A few minutes later my men returned to the kitchen. A few of the guys had bits of jewellery and a handful of dollar bills, but the last one brought along something a lot more valuable to me.

Pablo was pulling with him a petite young woman along as she struggled uselessly against his much larger frame. She was the epitome of the sweet teenage collegegirl. She had a cute but innocent face and mousy brown hair that hung behind her head in two pigtails. Her plain white blouse and long grey skirt did nothing to reveal the figure which lay beneath, something I knew would be rectified soon enough.

"So who is this then Tim?" I asked menacingly.

"Don't you touch her, she's only 18, you keep your hands off her, you ..."

Tim lunged forward, trying to reach me but Carlos reacted before he had moved more than a few inches, landing another blow on his head so that both he and the chair toppled over, leaving him lying once again on the floor. Roughly I aimed a kick into his chest and heard a cracking sound from the force of the blow as Tim retched from the impact.

Turning away in disgust I approached the girl, who was still quivering. Once again Tim had shown his stupidity. Revealing his daughter to be just 18 only made her a more inviting target. There were few things I liked better than to take a cute, naive virgin and turn her into my slut. There was just something so arousing about permanently destroying that innocence and transforming a girl who was clueless about sex into one that craved it.

As I approached the girl I saw her flinch in fear.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you. It's not your fault that your father is a pathetic failure who cannot look after you. What is your name?"

After a few moments she whispered softly, "Abigail."

"Well Abigail, you can see that your father is in a bit of a tight spot here. He owes me a lot of money and it looks like he isn't able to repay me. But you could help your father out, if you just come with me."

I saw a look of terror in her eyes at these words and she started to squirm again in a futile attempt to escape Pablo's tight grip.

"You do want to help your father, don't you?" I was talking softly now, using the most reassuring voice I possessed. I'd learnt over several years that especially when it came to women persuasion could often prove as effective as brute force as a tool of manipulation.

"Yes, of course."

"Well come with me and I promise no more harm will come to you or your father."

I could hear Tim still grunting behind me, but apparently the threat of Carlos inflicting further pain was enough for him to hold his tongue.

I walked closer to Abigail, staring into her eyes and doing my best to look caring and concerned. I reached out and lightly stroked her cheek.

"I know you're afraid and frightened. But what I'm offering you is a way to help out your father. We both know that he is too weak and pathetic to help himself. So what is it to be, take your chances with me or watch while my men make an example of your father for anyone else who thinks about failing to repay their debts?"

I saw uncertainty creeping into her eyes and then a look of resignation as she realised that there was only one choice to be made. As she made the slightest, merest nod of the head I felt a burst of triumph run through me right through to my hardening prick as I thought about what uses I would put this girl to.

As Pablo escorted Abigail out towards the van I turned once again to face Tim and nodded to Carlos to free him from his restraints.

"Luckily for you Tim, you've managed to do something useful in your life to produce a daughter like that. I'm feeling generous so I'll give you a bit more time to pay your debts. But don't take too long, or we'll be back. And next time I won't be so forgiving."

Over the course of that evening I had wined and dined Abigail, treating her like a princess for the first time in her life. When I wanted something I could turn on the charm. And that evening I wanted something very dearly. I wanted this naive, young girl to give herself to me freely and willingly. Sure, I could take what I wanted. But I knew from experience that it would be much more pleasurable if she gave herself to me freely.

Abigail was so different to most of the broads I encountered in clubs or on the street. I was used to brash, eager chicks throwing themselves at me. They knew I was rich, powerful, strong and would give them the fucking of their lives. But Abigail wasn't like that at all. If her good for nothing father had done one thing right in her life it was to shield her from the harsh reality of a world filled with sexual images and consumer desires. For all the good it would do, now that she had fallen into my clutches.

Instead Abigail was a sweet humble girl with hopes and dreams for the future. She got some of the best grades in her classes and was focussed on her college applications. Her dream was to become an architect and she was determined to stay focus and put the work in to achieve success. As we shared a bottle of wine and talked about her ambitions the shy and awkward girl came alive before my eyes, her blue eyes sparkling as she opened herself up to me.

I sat and listened. I nodded in all the right places. I asked the right questions at the right times. I feigned interest. I did my best to play the part that I needed to play to relax Abigail, waiting for just the right moment to make my move. The truth was I couldn't care less about her hopes and dreams, her passions and interests, they would be irrelevant soon enough. And yet I kept the mask in place as she continued to burble on. 

Once we had finished eating and had polished off a second bottle of wine I saw a look of blissful contentment covering Abigail's sweet face. Although she had not put on any makeup she had a natural beauty that excited me greatly and I could feel my dick swelling inside my boxers, straining to be unleashed on this unsuspecting virgin. Before making my move I took a moment to savour, for what I knew would be the last time, Abigail's purity. A purity that I knew was about to be torn asunder.

"Why don't we go and relax on the sofa over there?" I said softly, indicating a large, red sofa situated against the opposite wall.

I rose at once, taking Abigail's slender frame in my arms and guiding her across the room. I could feel her quivering as I did so and could tell that the time was here to take what I had wanted to take from the moment I had set eyes on her.

I could sense she was ready to take the plunge. She had momentarily forgotten all about her low life father. Gone was the tension that had riddled her body and made initial conversation so difficult. She seemed to think I was the suave, sophisticated and caring guy I had presented this evening, rather than a hardnosed gangster who had nearly put her father in hospital earlier that day.

As soon as we had sat down, falling back into the soft fabric, I leaned across and planted my lips onto Abigail's. I felt a jolt of shock surge through her body but it passed as quickly as it had come and I felt her body soften, allowing me to take full control.

The kiss started off soft and slow and sensual as our lips rubbed together lovingly. At the same time my hands roamed across Abigail's body, feeling her soft, small butt cheeks as I did so. Soon the kiss became more passionate as I forced my strong tongue into her petite mouth, spreading it round as our saliva joined together.

Abigail was panting now and I knew that her lust was starting to take over, to consume her. She was feeling things that she'd never felt before as I continued to ravish her, pulling her body into mine so that our bodies were pressed firmly against each other as our snog became more sloppy, dripping spit from our mouths and down our chins.

My cock was now rock hard and ready for action, but I knew that I couldn't rush this. I knew my own power and I knew that I could break Abigail and I didn't want that. I wanted her to be my plaything for much longer than just one evening.

Eventually our lips parted and Abigail gasped for breath. She stared right at me and her eyes looked different now. They were filled with a passionate longing, but the inexperience and naivety was still there. She wanted me, but she didn't know how to express that or how to take things to the next level.

If her first time had been with a spotty teenager it would have been incredibly awkward, a pathetic fumble that would have pleased nobody. And so in a way she was lucky that her first time would be with me, with somebody who knew exactly what to do. It would be like having your first drive in a Ferrari, you were bypassing all the dross and going straight for the best in the fleet.

"Undress me," I whispered into her ear as I lay back onto the couch.

Nervously she clambered over me and started unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my muscled torso and six pack. Her face was filled with awe as she caressed my muscles, feeling their strength in her small, dainty hands. As she paused I reached up and round, quickly undoing her bra and pulling down her plain top to reveal her small but pert A cups.

She gasped at her sudden exposure, shocked at what was happening. But before she had chance to react I had pushed my face forward and plunged my lips onto her hard nipples. She let out a little gasp as I used my free hands to pull down her skirt, revealing a pair of baggy grey knickers beneath. Within seconds these too lay on the floor beneath us as I felt the wet entrance to her sopping pussy.

Things were moving too fast for Abigail now, as she ceded all control to me. Gone was any conscious thought and in its place was pure instinct as she reacted to my touch. Lifting my lips from her nipples I used one hand to pull her neck down as we locked lips once again, while my other hand massaged her clit causing her to squirm with pleasure that she had never felt before.

Usually at this point I'd make a chick blow me. But I knew Abigail wouldn't be any good and it would just break the moment and possibly scare her off before I had really sealed the deal. I couldn't let that happen, so I decided to skip the starter and go straight to the main course.

Lifting her up I started to carry her, out of the room and up the stairs. She felt so light in my strong arms and I felt my dick swell further at the control I was now exerting over my prey. As I entered my room I laid her down on the bed, quickly unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans and boxers to the floor in one swift motion, freeing my dick which was now leaking precum.

Before mounting the bed I grabbed hold of a bottle of lube and quickly squirted some on my now very impatient dick, slathering it up so that it could easily penetrate the virgin hole which now awaited it.

When I turned back to the bed I saw Abigail naked and vulnerable, her chest rising and falling at pace as her hands played with her clit as though she had only just discovered it. Without wasting another second I mounted the bed and approached quickly.

I took one last look of Abigail the virgin, admiring her pale skin, her lithe form and even the tufts of hair which glistened above her pussy.

And then in one, fast, swift motion I buried my prick inside her virgin cunt. Abigail let out a primal scream as I did so and I felt her body shudder, winded by the force of my thrust even though my prick was only halfway inside her.

She was so incredibly tight and I felt a surge of testosterone and adrenaline flooding my body as I revelled in being the man who would make this sweet, innocent girl a woman. I took it slowly, sensuously. I could tell she was struggling to accommodate my size, so I treated her as gently and tenderly as I could, working my dick slowly in and out of her tight snatch.

The shrieks of pain soon subsided into moans of pleasure as she grew accustomed to the novel sensations which were now coursing through her body. I could see the girl underneath me transforming before my very eyes as a whole new lustful vista opened up to her.

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Lowering my head down our lips connected once more as I continued to thrust in and out of her now leaking pussy, providing more than enough lubrication for my shaft to penetrate her tight cunt. Our bodies were now pressed together as we both panted in pleasure, as I felt her twat being stretched by my girthy prick.

Slowly but surely I buried my jackhammer deeper and deeper inside her willing hole, wrapping more and more of my shaft inside her fleshy cock-pocket. Before I had even managed to get the whole of my cock inside her I felt Abigail shudder beneath me and let out a high pitched squeal of ecstasy as the first proper orgasm of her life ripped through her body.

I let out a groan as I felt her cunt clamp down on my fuck stick, but I kept on fucking her through the orgasm knowing that I had the ability to last much longer and give her more orgasms before the night was out.

As the orgasm subsided Abigail opened her eyes and it was like she had been reborn. Gone was the shy, naive, innocent girl that I had met a few hours ago. In her place was a desperate woman, with sexual needs which had to be fulfilled.

I gave her a cheeky smile and took my cue to really start fucking her properly. In a flash I had picked up the pace, ramming my spear inside her at a much faster pace and forcing her cunt to stretch and accommodate all 9 thick inches of my rock hard dick. 

Soon she was screaming again at the top of her lungs, as eventually I bottomed out balls deep inside her cunt. As I continued to pound her relentlessly she started to talk dirty to me, telling me to fuck her harder.

Hearing this previously innocent girl acting like a total slut only heightened my arousal further and I felt more blood rushing to my already oversized cock as it blasted in and out of her cunt. We were both flailing wildly now and I felt another orgasm race through my conquest, causing her to squirt all over my thrusting battering ram.

As I felt her cunt tighten again around my fuck hammer I felt a familiar sensation as my balls tightened and soon I was roaring as I released my seed deep inside her virgin cunt. We collapsed in each other's arms, both covered in a sheen of sweat from our energetic tryst.

Over the course of that night I lost count of the number of orgasms Abigail had, as my dick quickly hardened and kept fucking her still tight pussy, stretching it so that it was tailor made for my cock. I knew that it was important not just to fuck Abigail, but to own her entirely. I needed to make her realise that being fucked by me, feeling that orgasm rush through her body, was more important than anything else in the world. Then she would be my own personal sex toy, to do with as I pleased.

The next morning when I awoke I couldn't help but look at the start contrast between my dark, Mexican skin and her pale white complexion. It never got old fucking innocent, white chicks. Defiling and corrupting them so that they became prisoners of their lust.

It had taken time and effort but eventually I had managed to transform that innocent virgin into the cock hungry whore that stood naked before me now.

The transformation had been physical. Gone were the small, pert A cups, replaced by huge, fake tits. The finest that money could buy. Her hair had been dyed bleach blonde and she had spent hours on the sun bed and by the pool to acquire a rich, golden tan. Her pussy had been neatly trimmed and she wore bright pink lipstick as befitted the slut she had become.

But her mental transformation had been even more complete. Gone was the clever, ambitious girl eager to go to college and study. In her place was a slut who only cared about having her holes filled on a regular basis by a big cock.

No longer did I have to be slow and gentle, no longer was I tender and loving. Now I gave Abigail what she realised she really needed; rough, hard sex. And in exchange she made her body available to me whenever and wherever I wanted.

Seeing Abigail like this, so at ease with her own sexuality, helped to distract me from the tension that I was feeling. It reminded me of my own prodigious sexual power, the ability to take a girl and turn her into my unthinking, unquestioning plaything.

I felt my dick twitching within my tight jeans as these thoughts and emotions rushed through my body, as Abigail approached me. Our lips locked together and I suckled on her ravenously, my tongue invading her petite mouth. Her hand reached out to cup my junk, kneading it gently and only increasing my level of horniness.

I would have liked nothing more than to bend her over right there and then and fuck her senseless. But I knew that I couldn't. Business had to come before pleasure.

It was at that very moment that my phone rang. I could see immediately that it was Carlos and he could only be ringing about one thing. With a slight sense of trepidation, which in itself was a very unusual feeling for me, I answered the phone.

"We got the motherfucker!" Carlos was shouting excitedly. "We got him good, bro. That should send a message to those assholes not to fuck us with us."

"Good job bro," I shouted down the phone.

"We're at the club now, you should come and celebrate boss."

"Oh don't worry I will. You make sure you get yourself plenty of pussy tonight, you've earned it."

He laughed and hung up.

A wave of euphoria rushed through my body on hearing the news and my dick pulsed with excitement. My horniness had only increased, but I knew that right now I needed to be with my boys so with a lot of effort I dragged myself away from Abi's naked body and told her that I'd make her wait worthwhile when I finally did fuck her.

As I jumped into the Porsche that sat in our garage I knew that the wait would only make Abi more horny and make our fuck later even more spectacular.

A short drive later and I was walking down the stairs into the club that our gang owned. All our guys were there and I made a point of high fiving everyone and thanking them all for their work. A lot of our business was about being tough and ruthless, but it was important to inspire loyalty in the guys working for you.

The next few hours were a lot of fun as I kicked back with the boys and we had a great laugh. I'd already arranged for some of the hottest chicks in town to be in the club and available for the guys to have fun with and as the night went on more and more of them were taking advantage of what was on offer, slipping away to a private area of the club where their dick could get its reward.

That was the quid pro quo for all of the guys. They gave me their unquestioned loyalty and put their lives on the line on the street to uphold our control. I gave them money, status and hot chicks, three things which I'd found were enough to keep most men happy.

I hadn't felt this relaxed and at ease for months. It felt empowering to have finally done something about those upstarts who were barely out of high college but felt like they could disrespect us. Well today would show them they were playing in the big leagues now and that they were way out of their depth.

I knew there would be more work to do to get rid of their threat for good and I knew that when my father found out what had happened I'd have him to deal with. But that was for tomorrow. Tonight I was just going to enjoy myself.

As the group started to thin out I started to scope the club out for a hot slut to take home with me. Most of the chicks were ones I'd banged before, but tonight I wanted to test out a new pussy.

And then I saw her. At the far end of the bar there was what could only be described as a MILF. She looked as though she was in her mid thirties but was incredibly curvaceous. The outfit she was wearing left little to the imagination. It was a skimpy black number that showed off both her ample bosom and her chunky ass. Her skin was dark and she had straightened her shoulder length black hair so that it settled on her toned shoulders, which were exposed by her strapless outfit.

She was with another guy who I assumed was her boyfriend. But that wasn't a problem. I felt my dick hardening as I started to imagine what I'd be doing to that piece of ass tonight and I wasn't gonna let anyone or anything get in my way.

I bided my time and sure enough the guy left after a few minutes, presumably to visit the restroom. Within a few seconds I was by the mystery brunette's side, offering to get her a drink.

"Oh no, I'm fine. My husband will be back in a second."

Her husband. Now that made things interesting. It also made my dick harden even further as I contemplated the idea of fucking another man's wife.

"He's pretty dumb, isn't he?"

Her face contorted in shock and surprise at this response.

"Wh-wh-what do you mean? You don't know anything about my husband!" She replied indignantly.

"Well he must be dumb to leave such a sexy, gorgeous lady alone at the bar. If you were my wife I wouldn't let you out of my sight."

"I , umm, well, that's ..."

I couldn't help but grin cockily as she stumbled over her words, unsure how to react to my advances.

"And I certainly wouldn't allow you to buy anything either, so how about I fix that drink for you?"

Without waiting for her agreement I signalled to guy working behind the bar, who immediately left the girls he'd been serving to attend to my needs. A minute later a gin and tonic and a whiskey on the rocks had been laid on the bar between us.

Now that she had got over the shock of my brash introduction the busty brunette was starting to look at me with that glint in her eyes that I'd seen from so many chicks before as she scoped out my body. I knew right then that it wouldn't be long before her legs were in the air and my dick was buried in her MILF cunt. Sure there would have to be a little bit of work on my part to coax her into it, but I knew that on a subconscious level that her cunt wanted to be fucked. And not like her husband would fuck her, tenderly and lovingly, but how I would fuck her, hard and fast and deep. It would take a bit of time for her conscious mind to catch up, but when it did she would be putty in my hands.

I picked up my drink and pushed it forward towards her. She jumped slightly as her eyes drifted back from my ripped body to the drink in my hand. Slightly flustered she reached down to pick up her drink and our glasses clinked together as we exchanged a cheers.

"I'm Jose," I said, extending a hand towards her.

"Oh, I'm Tori," she replied as she returned the gesture.

I took her hand firmly in mine and shook it powerfully. I'd learnt a long time ago that handshakes, although old-fashioned were often a good way to break the ice with a chick, especially if they already had a man and were nervous about me. It was a way to induce physical contact in a seemingly non-threatening way and show them they were dealing with a guy who was confident and powerful, a combination most of them digged no matter how much they moaned to their girlfriends about arrogant douches.

It always made me laugh hearing chicks complain about why they fell for bad boys who didn't treat them right, as though they were just really unlucky. Whereas in reality it was the fact that those men, men like me, were strong, arrogant and nasty which was what turned them on. But most girls lied, tried to convince themselves that they wanted a guy that could be loving and caring and shower them with gifts. That might be what their mind wanted, but it wasn't what their body wanted. Their bodies were primed to respond to the most powerful men, the guys that would fuck them so hard they couldn't remember their own names, who would bear them strong children. There was a part of me that felt sorry for them. They couldn't help it, they were just hardwired that way. But that didn't stop me exploiting their biological impulses so that I got what I wanted when I wanted it.

It didn't take long for Tori to open up. Soon she was telling me all about her boring, mundane life as a housewife. It seemed her husband worked for an insurance company and earned good money, while she stayed at home and looked after the two kids. At first she tried to put a positive spin on things, telling me what a great guy Kevin was and how well he looked after her. I'm sure to most people they looked like the perfect suburban family.

And yet I could tell that Tori wasn't satisfied. This was their first date out in months she told me and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was felt as though her husband wasn't giving her enough attention. 

As I listened to Tori I had the chance to get a better look at her up close, and what I saw did nothing to tame the horniness flowing through my veins. She was pretty tall for a woman, standing at about 5 foot 10, aided by the stiletto shoes she was wearing. Her black dress hung low, exposing her impressive rack for the world to see. It took every effort to keep my eyes on her face and not her breasts. Still, I could console myself with the thought that before the night was out I would be much better acquainted with them.

It wasn't too much of a chore to keep my eyes on Tori's face though. While her rack and curvaceous body were definitely her best assets, she had a cute if slightly weathered face. She had dark skin, and big, smouldering brown eyes, which were only accentuated by her long, fluttering eyelashes.

As each minute went by I felt my libido rising and became more convinced at Kevin's stupidity. What he was doing was criminal. It was clear to me, from just a few minutes in her company, that Tori was an absolute sexpot. She craved male attention and I knew she would be dynamite in the sack. But it was equally obvious that Kevin wasn't up to the job of satisfying her carnal needs, and now he had brought her here, a club full of lions all too eager to devour sexy gazelles like Tori.

I kept the conversation going with a steady stream of questions, as slowly but surely we edged closer and closer together. As Tori told me about her dream of becoming an artist and getting her own studio, I reached out and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder while sneaking another surreptitious glance at her magnificent tits from what was now an even better angle. I was so close now that I could virtually see her areolas. 

This is what happened when a chick wasn't taken care of properly. She started to get ideas about going off and doing things with her life, other than laying on her back and offering up her 3 holes to get the pounding that she truly craved. When being fucked relentlessly by a fat, hard prick was the only thing that would really make her feel truly happy and complete. It was a dereliction of duty that Kevin would be punished for tonight. It was pointless to provide financial and emotional security if he couldn't deliver what her body really needed.

At that moment, as Tori was in midflow, I felt a thud on my left arm and I was knocked away to see a red, angry face looking back at me.

Kevin had finally returned and the timing was perfect. For me that was, just as I'd planned it.

"Get your hands off my wife, you creep," he bellowed at me.

I had to stop myself from laughing. Kevin was about the same size as his wife, maybe even an inch shorter and was as skinny as a rake. Him squaring up to me was like a featherweight going toe to toe with a heavyweight. He really wasn't the brightest. But before I had chance to react Tori stepped in.

"Don't talk to Jose like that, where are your manners?"

"Yeah Kevin, didn't your mom teach you those?" I chipped in mockingly, adding fuel to the fire.

Unsurprisingly this only made him more furious and he snapped back at his wife, "What are you doing hanging round with this Mexican bum, anyway? This is supposed to be our night."

"Who you calling a bum?" I asked threateningly, taking a step towards the idiotic jerk.

"You heard me, this is my wife. Now back off," Kevin replied, digging an even bigger hole for himself.

"All I was doing was giving her some attention, something which is obviously a struggle for you to do," I said sneeringly.

"You d-don't know the first thing about me or my wife. Now get lost!" As he said the last few words he seemed to lose his head entirely, lunging forward to push me away.

I swayed quickly backwards, causing him to topple forward, struggling to stay on his feet. As his head righted itself he looked back at me and saw me raising my fist. For a fraction of a second I saw the fear in his eyes as he realised that he'd gotten in way out of his depth. But the fear was soon gone as I swung hard and my fist connected with a powerful crack on his weak, pathetic chin. His head rocked straight back and he toppled over onto the floor.

The few onlookers who had glanced across to see what the commotion was about turned back to their drinks. Nobody came to Kevin's aide, as he lay motionless prone on the floor.

Drawing my fist back I turned to face Tori, "I told you he was an idiot," I said calmly as though nothing had happened.

Tori nodded imperceptibly. She was still in a daze from the shock of what she had just witnessed. I could tell there were a torrent of emotions running through her. Undoubtedly there was some concern for her husband, but that wasn't the only feeling bubbling inside her. I knew there was a big part of her that was aroused by my assertion of dominance over her husband and the way I had dealt with his pathetic challenge.

I knew that now was the moment to seize and exploit Tori's confusion.

Without any warning I quickly moved towards her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my body as I reached down and planted my lips on hers. Immediately, my tongue burst through her lips and into her mouth. In seconds we were kissing passionately, our tongues meshed together in a furious, tempestuous dance. My hands finally had the chance to roam over her sensuous body, feeling out her curves.

I knew immediately that I had won. Tori had been crying out for a hot guy to take her like this for months, maybe even years. It had just needed a real man to spot what she needed and have the courage to give it to her.

It was like the mental cage which she had imprisoned herself in for so long had finally been broken. And with those shackles removed, the real Tori was unleashed. Her hands grouped my body, feeling their way from muscle to muscle.

I was fully hard now, my dick leaking precum inside my boxers and straining against the cotton fibre which bound it. I pressed my body into hers, so that she could feel my engorged shaft pressed up against her midriff.

As it poked into her I felt her shiver and knew that she was ready to give herself to me fully. Our kissing was getting more frantic now, with saliva dripping from both of us as we became lost in the moment. Taking Tori's chunky ass in my hands I lifted her up and started carrying her to the exit of the club, never once allowing her plump lips to lose contact with mine.

As we left the club Tori shivered again as the cool, cold air hit her clammy body. She was losing all control now and squirmed in my arms. I could see her nipples now as the front of her dress dropped down to reveal them, and I could see they were as hard as diamonds pointing straight at me.

It only took a moment for me to bundle her into the back of the SUV which was waiting to take her back to the mansion. Finally, our lips broke apart as we looked at each other as the car sped away. Tori looked demented with lust. Her chest was heaving up and down, she had a light sheen of sweat and her hair was a mess from where I had ruffled it.

She now knew exactly what she wanted and all inhibitions had now been cast aside. As I sat back in my seat Tori dived forward, her hands groping at my groin. As she massaged my junk through my jeans her eyes widened in disbelief.

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"Th - th - that can't be real," she said stunned.

"Get it out babe, then you can see just how real it is." I told her, revelling in her shock.

Tentatively, but with the curiosity of a cat desperate to get hold of the cream, she worked to unbuckle my belt and slowly pull down my pants to reveal a pair of white boxers stained with copious amounts of precum, which had made some of the material transparent offering a tantalising glimpse of the meat which lay beneath.

A fraction of a second later Tori had whipped the boxers down, causing my throbbing dick to bounce out and into her waiting hand.

"It's more than twice as big as my husband's," she gasped as she admired all nine, thick inches of my pulsing member.

"Yeah, it's gonna reach parts of your cunt that you never even knew you had," I told her cockily.

All that did was increase the speed of her pants, intensifying her levels of lust even further.

"Well come on, babe. It won't suck itself, will it?

Tori bent down and stuck her tongue out and licked up and down my shaft, coating it in her own saliva. Then with a deep breath she opened her mouth wide and pushed it down, subsuming the still leaking head into her hot, warm mouth.

I could tell straightaway that Tori didn't have much experience sucking dick, or at least not proper ones. I was sure that she could suck Kevin's maggot sized excuse of a dick in her sleep. But mine was a different proposition altogether.

It was all a bit awkward and stumbling, like an amateur who had unexpectedly been thrust onto the big stage before she was ready. But what she lacked in technique she more than made up for with enthusiasm and I could tell that in time she would be a fantastic cocksucking slut to add to my growing harem.

Tori was bobbing up and down on my prick now with the eagerness of a young college cheerleader, maintaining a frantic pace as she slurped on my now soaking fuck stick. Her mouth was forming a tight seal around my dick and her tongue action was continuous, eliciting my first moans at the stimulation her mouth was giving me.

Despite all her efforts though she was struggling to get much more than half of my length down her throat and she seemed too afraid or inexperienced to attempt any real deep throat action.

I decided to force the issue by placing my hand on her head and grabbing hold of her hair. I heard a squeal from her throat, which I sent vibrations through my shaft, as she realised what I was about to do.

Slowly I forced her head further down my prick, using both gravity and the slickness of my tool to impale her throat further. At first it was a struggle for her, as her gag reflex kicked in and tried to resist this new intruder. With most sluts I was happy to break them in gently and wait for them to catch up to my size and girth. But not tonight. Not with this slut. Tonight was about celebrating our victory and I knew this slut could handle it, she was made to suck dick whether she knew it or not.

Sure enough, she soon seemed to find a way to deal with my punishing pecker and as she got used to the sensation of having my dick lodged deep in the recesses of her gullet I picked up the pace until I was forcefully manhandling her up and down my pole, using her mouth as a fleshlight.

The car seat was getting messy now. Spittle was flying everywhere. Tori's hair became even more of a mess as head flew up and down at pace. The glug-glug-glug sound of my cock hitting the back of Tori's throat grew louder and louder as I forced her to service my needs.

This was what Tori had needed, that her husband had been too inadequate to provide. She needed to be manhandled, she needed to be controlled, she needed to be forced into submission to a stronger, more powerful man. As I continued to thrust her up and down my thick tool I saw her hands reaching down to her pussy, working it frantically as I used her. This was turning her on just as much as it was turning me on, it seemed.

This was where most guys these days went wrong. They thought girls wanted romance, gifts, loving, tenderness and care. And sure, that's what they say they want. That's what they tell themselves they want. That's what their minds think they want.

But their bodies know different and more specifically their cunts know different. Their body doesn't want an effeminate guy who will whisper sweet nothings, it wants a guy with a big, hard dick who will fuck them into oblivion. They want a dominant man to take control, to stuff their cunts to the hilt and hit the back of their cervix until they can't take it anymore.

In other words, they want men like me not pussies like Kevin. Because the route to their heart isn't through their wallets, or their heads, or their stomachs, it's through their cunts.

In that moment I felt invincible and in total control. Tonight we had sent a message to those upstarts that we weren't to be messed with. And now I had taken a hot, busty MILF from right in front of her husband and turned her into my own personal fucktoy. 

As I felt a rush of adrenaline flood my veins, I could feel my balls tighten. I roughly pulled Tori off my throbbing shaft. Her face looked different now. It was covered in sweat, her make-up had started to run and she was covered in drool.

For a second she looked confused and disappointed. Like a dog whose bone had been taken away. But the confusion didn't last long as a few seconds later a thick rope of cum shot out of my dick and splattered her right in her left eye. I roared in relief as a 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th rope fired out of my cock cannon until her face was smeared in my gloop.

I was panting now from the exertion as I looked down at the dirty, filthy slut beneath me who just a couple of hours earlier had been a normal, boring, plain vanilla housewife. Now I had shown her what she truly was. A 3 hole slut with only one purpose in life, making my dick happy.

Tori was barely recognisable now. Gone was the respectable, classy, suburban mom and in her place was a slutty wreck. Her face was smeared in my seed, which was dripping down her face and ruining the makeup which she had undoubtedly applied so carefully earlier that day.

As she started to recover her composure her face started to contort into a frown of disappointment, as the thrill of the moment wore off. I started to worry that she was having second thoughts about our tryst and would demand to be taken home, which would be a very disappointing turn of events after all the graft I had put in to lure her here for a night of depravity and debauchery.

"What's up babe?" I asked her, softening the tone of my voice as though I was concerned for her wellbeing, rather than that of my prick.

"Oh, it's just." She started to trail away, before suddenly firing up again, "I NEED to be fucked by a dick like this. My cunt is so fucking wet right now and only a big, manly stud like you is gonna be able to give it what it needs. But now you've blown ..."

Her face looks crestfallen. Like a child who had been told that Christmas had been cancelled.

I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "You think I'd bring you all this way and NOT bang your brains out?" I asked in disbelief.

"But, but once Kevin has blown that's him done for the night. Usually I have to sneak off and finish myself with a vibrator."

I'd thought it would be impossible for me to think of her dumb husband as any more pathetic, but this certainly did. The limp dicked faggot couldn't get hard for a stunning MILF like this. It wasn't just lame, it was criminal. Like having a Ferrari in the garage and never driving it.

"Do I look like I'm your pathetic cunt of a husband? Babe, that was just a warm up. Don't worry by the time I've finished dumping loads inside you're gonna have cum more times than you have in your entire life."

As I spoke I could feel the familiar stirring in my loins and it did not go unnoticed by Tori, whose face had lit up both at my words and the sight of my stiffening rod. She reached down with her soft hands and started tugging at it, accelerating its hardening as more and more blood flooded into it.

Just as I was about to lift her up and onto my dick I noticed our car was speeding up the drive and sure enough a few seconds later it had come to a holt outside a door at the rear of the property.

Opening the door I pushed Tori out of the car and she stumbled, unsteady on her feet. I quickly yanked up my jeans and exited behind her, but did nothing to cover up my manhood, which swung up and down like a pendulum with every step I took. Grabbing Tori by the arm I dragged her towards the house.

Tori was now in a complete state. Her dress had fallen down and hung limply around her midrift, baring her ample busom to the world. If anything her nipples seemed even harder in the cool night air. Her skin was clammy and her breathing erratic. She was so desperate to be fucked that she no longer seemed to care what she looked like or who saw her like this.

As we got close to the door it was opened by Julio. I stopped for a moment and exchanged a few pleasantries with him, having not seen him for a few days. Julio was one of the old guard. I'd known him since I was just a child and he'd served my father loyally for years. He didn't even bat an eyelid on seeing either my throbbing member or this half naked MILF. It was par for the course and nothing he didn't see on a regular basis.

While we chatted I noticed Tori fingering herself desperately and found it hard to repress a smirk at her total submission to her lust.

"Well I've got a busy night ahead bro, can't keep this slut waiting much longer, can I?"

Julio smirked back at me and replied, "No you better get to work", he said snickering.

We bumped fists and I moved forward again. This time I didn't drag Tori by the arm, instead I grabbed hold of her butt and lifted her up and into my arms.

I pressed two of my firm digits into her soft, wet pussy. It was so well lubricated that my fingers slipped straight in, eliciting a gasp from Tori as she felt my entry.

I saw her swoon, relaxing into my arms, surrendering her whole body to me. Her eyes fluttered as she gazed up while I carried her through the hallway and up a set of stairs. Looking down at the defenceless slut only made my dick throb harder, causing more precum to leak from its tip. 

It wasn't long until we reached my bedroom. The doors were already open and I could see Abi sprawled out on the bed, her legs splayed apart showing off the tight, pink hole that I knew so well.

I felt my testosterone levels continue to rise, a feeling of incredible power flowing through my body as I contemplated the night ahead and what my oversized cock would be doing to these two sexy nymphomaniacs.

As soon as I reached the bed I unceremoniously dumped Tori, who fell with a squawk of surprise onto the bed. Bending down my engorged prick grazed her thigh as I leaned over to kiss Abi flush on the mouth. Abi and I were at the point where verbal communication was no longer required and she knew this was just my way of saying hello.

After a minute or so I retreated and saw my saliva dripping from Abi's chin. Without a second of hesitation she pounced on Tori, knowing exactly how to tease and tantalise me in order to increase my horniness even further and ensure I really went to town on both their cunts.

Abi grabbed hold of Tori and forced her arms down, quickly overpowering the older woman. Despite her lithe form and her petite size Abi was surprisingly strong from the hours she spent in the gym when I wasn't around and she quickly gained dominance in what could barely even be called a tussle. 

Once Abi was on top of Tori she dived forward and started to snog the living daylights out of her, while her dainty hands reached down and started to finger her already dripping cunt.

I stepped backwards admiring the show being put on for my benefit. I had lost count of the number of orgies that Abi and I had participated in together. It was incredible to think what that meek and mild nerd had turned into under my corrupting tutelage. She knew exactly what I wanted to do when I brought a new vixen back to my lair and she was always happy to put on a lesbian show, teasing and tantalising me into ever higher states of arousal.

While she was totally submissive to me she had a more dominant side to her personality, which found its expression with any other sluts I brought home with me. She knew that with my sex drive that I'd always fuck other chicks, but she wanted to be my favourite, to impress me and show her worth to me.

It was a total change from the shrinking violet that she had been before I had turned her into a living, breathing sex toy. And every time I saw her dominating another chick like she was doing now it only made me harder as I gloried in the transformation I had wrought in her, not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well.

As I watched the scene unfolded I quickly dispensed of my clothes, throwing them into a heap on the floor and started to wank my mammoth fuck tool which was still slick from a combination of cum and saliva.

The show before me was incredibly hot. What red blooded male could fail to be turned on by a lesbian exhibition put on solely for their pleasure and enjoyment?

The two sluts were writhing around and Abi had ripped off what remained of Tori's dress, which now lay in pieces on the floor. Her lacy black panties had also been discarded so that both of my whores for the night were totally naked.

Even for someone like me, used to having the pick of whatever girl I wanted, this was a particularly erotic combination. The young, nubile blonde with huge plastic boobs was pawing at the older MILF darker body. They were a tangle of limbs as Abi sought to devour her prey. While one hand was continuing to play with her distended clit the other roamed over Tori's body, tweaking her nipples and playing with her sizeable breasts.

Abi leaned down and buries her face in Tori's rack, guzzling her boobs like a daughter sucking on her mother's teat. Tori lay beneath her writhing around, her body being subjected to so many different novel sensations, but there was no doubt she was enjoying the experience as her face was lit up in ecstasy as she fell further and further into a lustful haze.

I couldn't help but admire both their bodies as Abi lifted herself up and smashed her chest against Tori's. Both pairs of tits jiggled and squirmed as they were mashed together. I watched as Abi wiggled her tight little ass, which proved to be the final straw in breaking my self control.

I was enjoying the show hugely, but it was driving me wild now and all conscious thought left me as I became overtaken by the masculine impulses of a mindless barbarian driven to impale all in his path.

As soon as I reached the bed I lifted Abi up from behind and she let out a scream of delight, knowing that her night of patience was about to be rewarded. Pulling her hips towards me I drove my throbbing dick into her pussy, driving it more than halfway in on the first stroke.

Immediately I started fucking her in hard, sharp strokes that caused her oversized plastic melons to bounce and slap together. I had lifted Abi up off the bed and her legs dangled helplessly in the air around my wide hips and leaning over her I grabbed hold of her neck and directed her down to Tori's glistening hole.

As I continued to pound away at Abi's cunt, forcing my dick deeper and deeper into the soft, tight folds that I knew so well she began to eat out Tori like it was her first meal in days. Each time I thrust into Abi it forced her forward, burying her mouth and nose deeper and deeper inside Tori's pussy.

"That's it babe. Eat out that cunt while my dick is wrecking yours. Just a pair of desperate sluts, aren't you?"

I felt Abi squirm beneath me, responding to my dirty talk.

They were panting heavily now, groaning as they both enjoyed the vaginal stimulation they were receiving. As I continued to impale Abi on my battering ram I stared into Tori's eyes. I didn't need to say anything, she knew what I was telling her. That she would be next to have her insides rearranged by my fuck stick.

I gripped hold of Abi's hips even more tightly as I continued to smash my cock into her accepting cunt. Gone were the days of gentle, loving sex that had defined our earliest sexual encounters. Now we rutted like animals. There would be no holding back, no pause to the fulfilment of my lustful desires.

Abi had surrendered herself to me once more and I was totally in control as I sought to stuff more and more of my dick inside her tight hole, stretching her out. One of the reasons Abi made such a great fuck buddy was that her cunt seemed to retain its tightness, despite my huge weapon continually blasting it open. Whether it was the kegel exercises I had forced her to do daily or just something she was born with I neither knew nor cared. Instead I revelled in the stimulation her ever reliable cunt gave my shuddering dick.

I was grunting now as I felt my balls starting to tighten, seeking release I only took that as my cue to quicken my strokes, building to a frantic pace. Sweat was now pouring off both our bodies as our hips collided with ever increasing force.

Abi was squealing now at the top of her lungs, although the noise was muffled by the fact that her mouth remained buried deep inside Tori. This only seemed to stimulate Tori more and I watched as her body shook with an orgasm that her pathetic husband could never have given her.

The room was filled with the noise of nasty, dirty sex as all 3 of us grunted from our exertions. Abi's cunt was gripped round my throbbing member like a vice. I couldn't help but marvel at how tightly it gripped my shaft, pushing it to the edge of its endurance.

Then all of a sudden I was pushed clean over the edge as I felt my dick unload inside Abi's greedy cunt and I let out a roar as waves of ecstasy flowed through my body, making me momentarily light-headed.

"Take my load, bitch. Right up your whore cunt," I shouted roughly.

Simultaneously, Abi let out a primal scream, this time far more audible as her mouth came free of Tori's leaking pussy. I felt her body shaking, gripping my exploding prick even harder as it fired spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside her. It was like she'd been hit by an earthquake as her body jiggled and her tits bounced around uncontrollably in all of their plastic glory.

Panting I released her so that she fell off my dick, just as the last drops of my ejaculate left its tip. Abi fell down onto the floor below, with her arms splayed across the bed. But despite the whirlwind that had just swept through her she still remember her role as my well trained bitch.

Spinning round she looked up at me as I stood towering above her. Without a word she lifted herself up and started lapping at my cock and cleaning off the remnants of both my orgasm and hers. As she set about this task she looked up into my eyes and what I saw was a look of pure submission. Meanwhile laid out on the bed I saw Tori eyeing me up. Her curvy body was on complete display as she fingered her cunt. We both knew that the orgasm Abi had given her had only whetted an appetite that only my dick could sate.

I'd just cum harder than I perhaps had ever done before in my life. I had spilled more seed than most men would manage in a month. The whole night had been building up to this release. The victory over our rivals, the theft of a wife and the unbreakable devotion of my own personal sex toy had all flooded my body with a combination of testosterone and adrenaline that had pushed me to even greater sexual highs.

By all rules of logic and sense I should have been totally spent by now, emotionally and physically. But as I looked down at my devoted cum slut and then across at the busty MILF brunette virtually begging to be fucked out of her mind I felt energised and hungry for more. As Abi continued to suckle on my dick I felt it begin to stiffen once more, lifting her head up further as she sought to quicken its expansion.

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When it had reached full mast I withdrew it from Abi's eager mouth and it emerged with a plop. I saw the disappointed look in her eyes but she knew not to question me.

As soon as I was free I reached across the bed and dragged Tori by her legs towards me. She let out a gasp as I drew her towards me. Her eyes couldn't be shifted from my impressive shaft, which looked dark and angry. I could sense there was a tempest of emotions running through her as her heart raced; excitement, hunger, fear.

But there was no turning back now. This is what she had wanted all night, ever since I'd laid her husband out on the floor and I'd planted my lips on hers. In that moment she had submitted to the stronger, alpha male, the guy who with the strength to dominate her and give her the sexual fulfilment that she craved.

Ever since that moment she'd realised that she had been lying to herself her whole life. She had bought the stultifying conventional wisdom that had buried her true self. Her desire to have a loving husband, who bought her flowers, romanced her and respected her as a strong, independent woman had been revealed to be nothing but a facade, obscuring her real nature.

She was a slut. And more than that she was a slut who needed a strong, powerful, big-dicked stud to grab hold of her and fuck her like the slut she was. A MILF like her, with a body like hers wasn't built for gentle, loving sex. She was built for rough, nasty, no holes barred fucking.

And I was only too happy to oblige.

I clambered onto the edge of bed, leaning forward with my legs still planted to the floor so my dick was just inches away from Tori's waiting hole. 

"Tell me what you want, bitch."

Tori's was unstable, wracked with lust and desperate to be fucked. "I want you to pound my married MILF cunt with that huge dick of yours, you stud," she yelled.

"You sure you don't want to go back to your husband, Kev?"

"No. Never. I don't give a shit about him. All I care about is being fucked by your horse sized dick. Now stop teasing me and give me it."

Her voice was begging and imploring. She needed this like she needed oxygen. The sight of this suburban housewife begging to be fucked only made my dick throb even more. It was time to put the slut out of her misery.

In one swift motion I grabbed hold of Tori's legs and lifted them up while at the same time I slammed my hips downwards and impaled myself inside her.

There was no resistance as I thrust inside her, the slickness of my dick was matched with the wetness of her leaking pussy. Tori let out an anguished squeal, which sounded like a cat being strangled and she gulped for air like she was drowning.

"That's it bitch. Take that huge cock in your married cunt."

I didn't give her any time to adjust to the girth of my shaft as I slammed it in and out of her at a pace that she was clearly unused to. The force of my strokes were causing her whole body to jiggle on the end of my sizeable pole. And I had a front row seat as I watched her big, natural tits bounce in rhythm.

I forced myself deeper and deeper, with each stroke stuffing inch after inch inside her. Despite her older age she still had a tight cunt, especially at its further reaches. As my rod smashed further down inside her defenceless cunt I could feel it wrapping itself tightly around my dick. She was no virgin, but I was pretty sure none of the small-dicked losers she'd been with had ever penetrated her this deeply before.

"You like that, bitch? You like how my big dick is pounding your twat? Bet your husband never fucked you like this, did he?"

All Tori could do was mumble something like yeah to my trash talk as she struggled to cope with the hammering I was giving her.

As I continued to relentlessly ram my huge spur inside her I saw Abi moving round us both until eventually she was perched on the bed, looking back at me as I had my way with this dark, sexy MILF.

She had a mischievous, cheeky grin on her face and a few seconds later I found out why. Stepping over the helpless housewife below she squatted down and buried her cum laden snatch in Tori's face, quietening her screams.

I could feel Tori's body stiffen in shock and surprise at this intrusion but the sight only made my dick throb harder. The sight of my little sex pet dominating and demeaning her elder pushed my buttons, causing me to pick up the pace still further, smashing her defenceless cunt like it was the last one left on Earth.

It took all my self-control to stop myself from cumming. I didn't want this feeling to end, this feeling of total control over these two sexy nymphomaniacs. And while I was able to fight the urge, Tori cleared could not.

As I continued to pound her cunt I felt it clench hold of my dick as a powerful orgasmic surge raced through her body, shaking her to her very core. She gurgled as Abi bounced up and down on her mouth, forcing her to suck out the cum which I had deposited there just moments before. I couldn't even imagine the assault on her senses as both Abi and I continued to use and abuse her.

While Tori's body continued to shake like jelly I reached out a grabbed hold of Abi's pert, exposed breasts, cupping them in my hands, pawing at them as my hips smashed unceasingly into Tori's now widened cunt. I was grunting now as my balls started to slap Tori's ass, as I impaled myself inside her right to the hilt.

"Lick my balls, bitch." I managed to gasp between grunts and Abi responded immediately.

A few moments later and I felt Abi's tongue licking away at my balls as they swung through the air at speed. It was tough for her to keep up but she kept trying and the feel of her warm, wet lips on my swinging ball sacs only increased the sexual stimulation I was experiencing.

I looked down and saw a wreck beneath me. The way Tori had looked when she had stumbled out of the car less than an hour earlier was positively elegant and respectable compared to the state she was in now. Her makeup was now barely recognisable, with blotches of discordant colours across her pretty face. The cum Abi had deposited was dripping across her face and down her chin. She was hoarse now from her screams and she continued to yelp each time I impaled my pole inside her. Her tits wobbled about uncontrollably and she seemed to lack the energy to do anything but just lie there and take the pounding that I was meting out.

"Look at you. You're nothing but a cheap whore, desperate for a strong man and a big dick." I felt my dick surge as I demeaned her with my words as well as my actions, stimulating me even further.

As I looked at her face more closely I saw the unmistakeable look that I'd seen in so many chicks before. It was a look of total bliss. Gone were the shackles of social conformity. Gone were the self-imposed inhibitions. Gone was the concept of self worth. In its place was the orgasmic high that could only be created by having her cunt fucked out by a monster dick. Nothing mattered to her any more than to keep being manhandled like this.

And then I felt Tori cum again, this time harder and stronger than anything she had ever experienced. I saw her eyes roll back inside her socket as her body convulsed and her cunt gripped hold of my throbbing member, tightening and smothering it unbearably.

Suddenly, with little warning I felt my dick explode inside Tori as I let out a massive, guttural groan. My prick was spewing out cum faster than it ever had in its life. I pulled out and saw my thick white seed fire onto Tori's large tits, covering them in a matter of seconds with my gunk. My engorged shaft was shaking violently as I fired shot after shot of my male essence over Tori's prone and spent body, splattering her with the biggest load of cum I'd ever seen.

Within seconds Abi was on top of Tori, licking off my seed with such eagerness and hunger that you would have thought she had never tasted it before. I stood and watched for a few moments as Abi ravished Tori's body. Her lighter skin pressed against Tori's darker form, both covered in the sweat and cum.

I had experienced some incredible nights with some very beautiful girls in my time but this threesome had to top the lot. I didn't have to watch the two chicks beneath me on the bed for long until I felt a familiar stirring once more.

The rest of the world had faded now. All that was left was this hedonistic paradise, with these two beautiful, busty, bitches willing and able to satisfy my every carnal desire.

I settled myself onto the bed and soon felt both women clambering towards my crotch. The night was still young and I planned to enjoy every second that remained.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

What the hell is that I thought, as the world came blearily into focus.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Who the fuck is that?" I shouted angrily.

I pulled myself up just in time to see the door opening and a most unwelcome and surprising visitor enter my bedroom.

My father had entered the room with a fury in his face that I had rarely, if ever, seen before. His eyes quickly surveyed the room taking in the two startled sluts sharing my bed, who were now just raising their groggy heads to see what was causing the disturbance.

"I will see you downstairs in my office in 2 minutes," my father directed me coldly.

With that he swept from the room.

I knew that whatever had happened it must have been serious. My father did not make a habit these days of getting angry about anything. He was more than happy to sit back and relax while I did all the hard and dirty work of making sure that our family remained the most feared in the town, while he sipped his mojitos by the pool.

I hurriedly got out of bed and dressed myself in some the first casual clothes I could find. My head was starting to clear as my heart began to beat a little faster. I felt a cold chill running through me and had a bad feeling about what I was soon to discover from my father.

I could only have got a couple of hours sleep after a night where I had fucked all 6 holes on the pair of sluts laying in my bed so hard and so long that for the first time in living memory I did not have any morning wood, which was probably for the best given my father's mood.

Leaving them dozing in bed I quickly left my bedroom and made my way down the stairs, turned left and went down a corridor before opening a door to the right. My father was sat behind a sturdy black desk still wearing a face of thunder. Stood in the opposite corner of the room was my father's long-time right hand man, Ricardo, whose face was also lined with worry.

"Had a good night, did you?" My father asked mockingly.

I stared back at him, nonplussed. My father had not spoken to me like this in years, since I was a boy. And now I was a man. I wasn't going to let him speak to me like I was still a child after all that I had done for the family business while he had become so feckless.

"Yeah I did actually. So what?" I said with more aggression than I had meant. I tried to regulate my breathing and retain my calm.

"Well that's good. I'm glad you had fun. While you were enjoying yourself your sister has been kidnapped by those, by those ..."

My father's face was getting redder and his breathing more uncontrolled, until eventually he started to stutter. After a few seconds he had regained his composure.

"You ordered a hit, didn't you? On those, those overgrown collegeboys."

Comprehension was starting to dawn now.

"Didn't you?" My father bellowed.

"Yes," I snapped back. "Well, you weren't doing anything, were you? We had to do something. They were taking more and more liberties. Selling on our turf. Disrespecting us. We had to teach them a lesson."

"I told you not to act against them until we were ready. Until we were prepared. Have I taught you nothing?" My father shook his head in disappointment. "You took out one of their bodyguards. So what? If you hit someone, you hit them. You go for the head of the snake. You don't take a pot shot and then wait for them to respond."

My father was speaking more calmly now but I could still see beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead.

"I wanted to send them a message. Give them a warning to back off, that they don't mess with us. I know we could crush them if we wanted to, but this way we show them what they're up against if they continue to defy us."

"That might have been a decent plan," my father responded, "If we had been organised, if everyone had known what was going on. Then your sister might not have just walked into the nightclub those upstarts just bought."

Now it was my turn to get angry.

"It's not my fault if my dumb sister is too stupid to realise that she shouldn't go into enemy territory without protection."

"Don't talk about your sister like that," my father barked angrily.

"Oh sorry, I forgot we can't say a word of criticism about your favourite little princess even though she hasn't lifted a finger in her life."

"That's enough," my father rose from his chair and quickly ate up the ground between us until he was merely inches away.

At one point in my life, when I was much younger this would have shaken me. I had always looked up to my father, from when I was just a little boy. I remember telling friends and teachers who my father was and seeing the look of fear and respect in their eyes. I soon learnt this was a good way to bend others to my will, even while just an adolescent.

My father had always been the man that I had most admired in the world. I had always looked up to him and aspired to emulate him. He was so powerful, so strong, so in command. As I got older my father started to teach me the family trade and I saw what he did to those who crossed him. I saw how other men deferred to him. I saw how he always managed to get his own way. There had never been any question about me following him into the family business and one day taking on the reins.

But in the last few months our relationship had changed. We had become more distant and I realised in that moment, as I looked down at him that I no longer saw him as I had down for all those years.

As I looked down at Nacho I didn't see the man that I remembered. He was a couple of inches shorter than me and for the first time in my life I realised he wasn't the imposing presence in the room. I was. The man who stood before me was going to seed, he carried a lot more flab on his frame and age was starting to weary him.

Instead of seeing strength and power in his eyes I saw only weakness and panic. I stared him down, not backing down or apologising for my behaviour as I would have several years ago. And then my father did something which confirmed all the doubts which had been accumulating in my sub-conscious for months but only now had hardened into definitive conclusions.

He retreated. Stepping back he sat back down behind his desk.

The father I knew would never have responded like that to insolence and subordination. He would have made me apologise for my rudeness. But instead he was capitulating. All this did was confirm the fact that the time had come for the baton of leadership to be passed onto a new generation if our family was to survive.

When my father spoke again it was with a new found calmness, as though his tantrum had got the anger at me out of his system. How ironic that the wheel had turned full circle and the parent now acted like a child.

"What's done is done. Now we've got to deal with the consequences."

"So they've taken Selena? What do they plan to do? I mean they know if they do anything to hurt her then we won't rest until every last one of them is 6 feet under and surely they're not that stupid?"

"It's probably easier if I show you what they've done to Selena." My father nodded in Ricardo's direction and he turned on the large wall mounted TV.

Suddenly the room was filled with a sound that I was all too familiar with, still fresh in my mind from just a few hours ago. It was the sound of hard, violent sex.

Selena's screams filled the room. But they weren't screams of pain, they were screams of ecstasy. The video quality wasn't the best, but it didn't need to be. It was clear that we were watching Selena being fucked. And not just being fucked anywhere, but in a seedy nightclub on display for anyone to see like she was nothing but a cheap whore.

And then that grinning, cocky face looked up at the camera and I recognised it straight away as Troy's. He knew the whole thing was being filmed. He knew it was going to be sent to us to taunt and humiliate us.

"That's enough," my father barked and immediately Ricardo switched off the TV. 

Silence filled the room and I felt anger building up inside me. Weirdly though it wasn't the anger that I'm sure my father felt. He was no doubt distraught at seeing his little princess violated like that, used and abused by some guido punk, not fit in his eyes to lick his boots.

But my anger was directed solely towards Selena. I knew that she was the ultimate prick tease. I'd seen how she had used her hot, cute body to tantalise and manipulate all the men in her life, getting them to dance to her tune. She had no problem using a guy to get what she wanted, fucking him to get herself off and then dropping him like a stone, leaving behind a trail of pathetic, emasculated, broken-hearted men in her wake.

Well it looked like she'd finally met her match. I knew what it was like to fuck a chick so hard that she forgets her own name and everything else in the world. To give her such mind shattering orgasms that she would do anything or say anything to get her next fix. It was only a matter of time before the arrogant bitch bit off more than she could chew.

In other circumstances I'd have actually been glad that it'd happened. Someone needed to put that spoilt brat in her place. I was sick of her waltzing around and acting like she was entitled to everyone's adulation even though she had never done a hard day's work in her life. 

But Selena had picked the worst time and the worst guy to finally be tamed by. I didn't care about what he did to her, though he would doubtless use her to get what he wanted and leave her discarded and alone. But that was nothing more than she deserved anyway.

No what mattered to me was the impact this had on the family, on the business. If this film got out we would be a laughing stock. It would be a disaster. The culture of fear and respect we had cultivated for so long, and which I had felt starting to ebb in the last few months, would be completely shattered. We would face challenges not just from Troy and his crew, but from everyone else too. It would take years and years to recover the damage. Of course, we would deal with it if we had to. But it would be bloody and messy and generally a massive pain in the butt.

Of course, Selena didn't care a jot about any of this and as usual I was the one who was going to have to pick up the pieces for her.

"Did they make any demands when they sent this video?"

"No, not yet but it's only a matter of time."

"What do you know about Troy? What do you think he'll do?"

"From everything that I hear he's a playboy. He's somehow managed to worm his way into the Sterling family house and by all accounts he spends most of his days and nights doing to countless chicks what he obviously spent last night doing to Selena. Most of his drug trade is run through the colleges, which we don't bother with because it's too much hassle. In the last few months though he's been stepping off the reservation. His crew bought that nightclub and they're using that to deal, right on our patch. That's why I had to send them a message to back off, that we still run this town in case they've forgotten."

"So we cut him a deal then." My father said. "We're bring him into the fold. Tell him we'll supply his drugs and he can sell in specific areas and keep a share of the profits. In exchange he gives us that video and doesn't go near Selena again."

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"I think the problem might be keeping Selena away from him, not the other way round."

My father glowered at my flippancy. Again his willingness to cede ground to this punk only increased my unease. In his younger days his response to this indignity would have been total, all-out war. He would have crushed Troy like a bug and sent a message to any other wannabe gangsters that thought they could disrespect us.

My father had changed in his old age. Some would say this was for the better. He had mellowed, opened up to his family and become comfortable as he enjoyed the fruits of his years of toil. That was all very nice. But nice wouldn't cut it in our line of work.

"We can't let him get away with this. He needs to be taught a lesson."

"Patience, patience, patience. He will be taught a lesson. Once we are organised and everything is in position, we will deal with him."

In years gone by I would have believed those words. My father had always been 3 moves ahead of anyone who challenged him. But I didn't believe him now. My father had become too cautious, too risk averse, seeking to contain and manage his rivals rather than defeat them outright. There would always be a reason for inaction, especially as I suspected that Selena would remain devoted to Troy. He would continue to use her as a pawn against us. And she was a pawn that controlled my father's heart.

I didn't think much of Troy. He was an overgrown collegeboy. Sure he knew how to fuck chicks, but there was a lot more to running a gang than that. But I knew know that he'd got his claws into Selena my father would never go after him. My father would never do anything to hurt her, which meant that he would never do anything to hurt him.

That was intolerable. Nobody outside the family could be allowed to have that much power. The action that my father proposed would mean embedding a cancer at our heart that would only fester and grow stronger in time, lurking and waiting for its opportunity to pounce at a moment of weakness. I could not let that happen.

But I also knew that my father had made up his mind and there was no point reasoning with him now. I had a lot to think about. The decisions I made now would determine all our futures and I was determined not to be weak and emotional. My father and my sister had allowed themselves to be corrupted by their feelings. I needed to remain strong and resolute, to make hard headed decisions.

"OK. So how are we going to broker this deal then?"

"You are." My father spoke with harshness in his voice again. "You made this mess, you can fix it."

"What, while you go back to the pool and enjoy the weather with your trophy wife?" The words had spilled from my lips before I had chance to control myself. I knew I deserved a beating for my insolence, but none came.

Instead my father's eyes, for the first time that day twinkled. "That sounds like an excellent idea." And without another word he swept out of the room, Ricardo following in his wake leaving me standing alone with my thoughts.

I soon rang Carlos and got him to set up a meeting with Troy that evening.

For the next few hours an internal battle raged inside my head. I went through my normal routine. Showering, dressing, eating breakfast, but without paying much attention to what I was doing.

The conversation with my father had crystallised all more fears about his leadership abilities. He was in appeasement mode and while tactically that might be sound, strategically it was mistaken. All it did was send a message out around town that you could nibble away at the edges and we would let you get away with it. I couldn't let that happen.

But what choice did I have? My father's word was still law. I had very little hope of ever challenging him. He had too much loyalty from the old guard. There was a new generation that would support me but it would be a horrible, messy civil war. I didn't like messy. I liked clean and ruthless.

So I would have to go along with my father's plan. Bide my time and wait to strike. But when? If this accommodation with Troy was made he would only grow more powerful, using his sexual control of Selena to leverage more and more control. Allowing him inside our family, with my father's weak leadership was a recipe for disaster.

There seemed to be only one alternative. Only one way out of the bind I found myself in. It was bold. It was radical. It was cold headed and cold hearted.

Could I really do it? Could I commit an act of such calculated betrayal? Could I afford not to? All those thoughts swirled through my mind as time seemed to slow to a crawl as I contemplated the biggest decision of my life.

Eventually the skies started to darken and I made my way outside. The time to make a decision was drawing closer and there would be no turning back. I jumped into the passenger side of the blacked out SUV that was waiting for me. I nodded to Carlos and he started to drive.

The drive proved uneventful, not that I would likely have noticed any events given my current state of mind. I tapped my fingers on my chinos, agitated and disturbed, still unsure whether I was making the right decision or not.

"You ok, boss?" Carlos asked, a concerned look on his tough face.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just got to sort this business out, haven't I?" I kept my voice calm and collected, not wanting to betray any weakness, even to my closest henchman.

Carlos nodded and looked back to the road.

This wasn't like me. I was usually decisive. Even when a decision was unpleasant I would make it and get on with it. That was one of my best qualities, the ability to successfully compartmentalise my emotions away when making decisions. Most of the time I thought the problem people had in making decisions wasn't that they didn't know what the right answer was, but that they allowed their emotions to cloud their judgements. I prided myself on never doing that.

It was remembering that quality, essential in this line of work, which finally hardened my resolve about what needed to be done. I felt my whole body relax slightly, a sense of purpose flooding through my veins. The act of coming to a decision had settled my nerves. I now knew what had to be done. I might not like it or be looking forward to it, but it was the only option that made any sense.

The car made a sharp left and reached a black electric gate. Carlos leaned over and spoke into an intercom and the electric gate opened.

Carlos drove us up a tree-lined driveway that seemed to go on forever until we reached a mansion that rivalled our own in size. Carlos jumped out of the car and opened the door for me.

There was a delegation awaiting our arrival. A four strong group of Troy's cronies were there to greet us. Three of them looked Italian and the fourth was a huge black guy who looked like he never left the gym. He was glaring at us, hatred in his eyes. I knew why. We'd no doubt put one of his mates in hospital just the night before.

I knew what Troy was trying to do. He was trying to show that he wasn't scared, trying to intimidate me. But if he thought this would do that he was sorely mistaken.

"I thought I was meeting Troy?" I said confidently, a touch of swagger in my voice that immediately raised hackles.

"You are," a short diminutive man said, stepping forward to approach. "First though we're going to have to search you both. I'm sure you understand."

"Of course," I replied smoothly.

The black guy approached us and shook us both down. He seemed to spend a particularly long time, roughly pressing his hands up and down my body, checking that I was unarmed.

"I'm sorry bro, but I'm just not into dudes you know." I said mockingly.

The reaction was instant. My lapels were grabbed and I was pushed back a few feet until my back hit the parked SUV as an angry face was thrust into mine. Carlos dived across to pull the brute off me and Troy's men soon joined him.

"I didn't realise your men were so badly trained," I said sneeringly to the first guy who glared back at me.

Taking a deep breath to restrain himself he said curtly, "Follow me."

I did as instructed and allowed both Carlos and I to be escorted into the building. I enjoyed winding up Troy's goons. It gave me a sense of power to feel that I could still generate that sort of reaction.

Although the mansion appeared similar to ours from the exterior, it was very different inside. No expense had been spared on the decor which was tasteful and elegant, but the atmosphere was wildly different.

The whole place reeked of cum. There were giggling girls in various states of undress running up and down the corridors. Whereas our house was calm and decorous, this one seemed to be like the Playboy mansion.

We seemed to be led up a never ending series of corridors, stairs and passageways. I knew exactly what Troy was doing. He was trying to show what a big boy he was and show off. But all it did was confirm what I already thought of him.

I didn't underestimate his raw power. He was strong and decisive, willing to use force to get what he wanted. He obviously knew how to control people and sex was clearly his weapon of choice. If the small bit of video I had seen had indicated anything it was a weapon that was very effective.

But that raw power was directed at such infantile aims. He seemed perfectly happy to lie back and fuck any girl with a pulse. That indicated a lack of dedication, hard work or hunger for dominance that you really needed to make it in this game. As long as you made sure he had a constant fresh supply of pussy he'd be easily contained providing I took away the ace card he had away: the hold he would have over my father.

I couldn't fault my father's strategy. The more I had thought about it all day, the more sense it made. I just needed to tweak it a bit to make it work.

Eventually we reached a door and the small guy knocked and entered. I could hear some chatter going on in the room beyond. Troy was obviously trying to drag every last drop out of this whole charade. Making me wait for him, no doubt thinking that would make me nervous. It was the amateur sort of play I would expect for the boy he still was, rather than the man he thought he was.

After several minutes the little guy came back out.

"Troy will see you now."

Without acknowledging him I walked confidently into the room.

Troy had his back to me and was stood by the well-stocked drinks cabinet on the far side of the room. He was pouring us both a whiskey, into two crystal tumblers.

When he turned he flashed a grin at me and approached with the drinks, handing one to me, which I happily accepted.

"I've been looking forward to meeting the famous and feared Jose." His tone was pleasant enough but with just the hint of a sneer.

"Not many people look forward to seeing me," I responded, unblinkingly meeting his gaze.

The riposte was sharp and it told Troy that I wasn't going to be pushed around, by him or by anyone. And it had the effect of raising the tension in the room up a notch.

It was hard not to be impressed with Troy physically. He was a couple of inches taller than me and his face was just as handsome as the pictures I had seen. He was wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt and a pair of shorts, which showed off all his bulging muscles. I could see why he was such a hit with the ladies.

But it wasn't anything more than I expected and I took it in my stride. I was sure that Troy was used to steamrollering people straightaway, using his impressive physique, looks and charisma to sweep people along. I wasn't going to be such an easy mark.

"Yes well, I'm not many people."

We stood a few yards apart, eyeing each other warily. Like boxers circling each other in a ring, trying to identify a weakness in our opponent that could be exploited. The air was thick with testosterone. We were both used to being THE alpha male. The guy that everybody else in the room deferred to. Neither of us was used to meeting someone who was unwilling to bend their knee.

"No, most people aren't brave or stupid enough to mess with my family."

Troy smiled at that comment, baring his perfect white teeth.

"You really are just as cocky and arrogant as they say you are." He said almost observationally.

"Well I've got quite a lot to be cocky and arrogant about." I responded, continuing to speak confidently. "And we can carry on this verbal jousting all night, but why don't we get down to business?"

"By all means, take a seat." Troy pointed to a chair facing a large, wooden desk, which he proceeded to sit behind.

"Your sister sends her love by the way. I'm sorry she couldn't join us, but she um... she hasn't quite recovered from today's fun. If you know what I mean." He snickered at me. "She's very talented your sis, once I'd broken her in of course."

"Yes I mean to thank you for that." I let my words sink in and was pleased to see a look of shock forming on Troy's arrogant face. "I've needed someone to bring her to heel for years, glad someone has finally got round to it."

Troy looked momentarily floored by my remark, seemingly shocked that I could speak so callously about my own flesh and blood. Then he broke out in a wide grin.

"Everyone told me that you're a heartless son of a bitch, but jeez that's brutal."

I smiled inwardly, knowing that I was gaining control of this battle of wills. "Well I don't like to disappoint."

"Well then you won't mind what I'm about to do now then."

He picked up a phone that sat on the desk and dialled what must have been an internal line. "Send in my bitch," were his only words before he looked back over at me, grinning like a cat which had got the cream.

Just a few moments later the door burst open and in crawled my sister, although I could barely recognise her in her current state. She was totally naked for a start except for a black dog collar fixed around her neck. As she inched across the floor her pert tits swayed and I could see that her nipples were still hard as diamonds despite what had obviously been hour after hour of hot, hard sex. The evidence of this was advertised across her body, which was covered in countless white blotches where Troy's cum had dried and congealed and been left as a marker of his dominance. But none of this was as shocking to me as the look on her face.

It was a look that I had never seen on the face of my spoilt brat of a sister. It was a look of lust and devotion and it was directed solely at Troy. I wasn't even sure if she even knew I was in the room, she only had eyes for one person: the man who had broken her.

It was only now, seeing my sister in the flesh that I could appreciate what a number this brute had done on my arrogant sibling. I knew from the video that I had seen just hours before that Troy knew how to fuck a bitch so hard that she forgot what her own name was. But seeing my sister now made me realised that he hadn't just fucked her cunt into submission, he'd fucked her mind into submission too.

It was like my sister had been broken and reforged anew, with her only reason or purpose for existence being to serve this total jerk. My sister had always been such a tease, always so high and mighty, always better than everyone else, always able to get men to run around after her and do her bidding, always able to manipulate those around her to get what she wanted. I might have been the one with the reputation for being an uncaring son of a bitch, but I had nothing on my sister. She truly couldn't care less who got hurt as long as she got what she wanted.

And yet here she was. Troy had brought her to her knees, both physically and metaphorically. And while I could never admit it, seeing how far my sister had fallen did shock me. But all it did was reaffirm my confidence that I was making the right decision.

I knew the power Troy had, because it was a power that I shared with him. And like a master craftsman I could not help but admire his work.

The question was no longer whether Troy was powerful, he had demonstrated that clearly. The question was how that power was to be used. Any confidence in my father's ability to control Troy that remained had withered away in the fraction of a second that it took for me to see the hold Troy had acquired over my sister.

Troy owned Selena, that was abundantly clear. And if he controlled Selena he controlled my father. If we followed my father's plan Troy was implant himself within our organisation like a cancer, amassing his power slowly but surely until he was ready to takeover. Each time my father tried to curb him he would play his trump card and my weakening father would acquiesce. I knew there was nothing my father would not sacrifice for the sake of my sister and her happiness, even if it meant his own ruin. Troy had found my faher's kryptonite, the one weakness in his armoury.

But I was not my father. I had spoken the truth to Troy. I was pleased to see Selena brought to heel, even if I would have preferred another man to do it. She was a liability to our family and would have had to be neutralised at some point before she brought ruin to us all. I might have shared some of her flaws, but at least my callous ruthlessness was dedicated to building something. All my sister cared about was instant gratification for herself, with no idea about the importance of working hard to build a future.

As these thoughts rushed through my head I saw Troy's arms reach for the waistband of his shorts and pull his shorts down roughly. As he did so his dick sprang free, slapping his white t-shire and standing ramrod straight.

I tried to keep my composure and not stare too closely at the monster which had just emerged from his shorts, but that was tough even for someone as cold headed as me. I had never seen anything like it. I'd always been proud of the meat between my legs, it had certainly been plenty big enough to satisfy any woman. But there was no denying this was a department where Troy had me beat. His truncheon was dripping with precum and it dark brown hue stood out strongly against his white t-shirt, somehow making it seem even larger than it was.

I had seen plenty of dicks in my life, whether in the locker room, in porn or having a celebratory orgy with my boys. But I'd never seen anything like this before. It was both longer and fatter than any prick I'd ever seen. I'd known that Troy's dick was big, that was obvious from the video but this was yet another shock on a day which had been filled by them.

It wasn't hard to see now how Troy had managed to subjugate my sister. It was mindboggling to think this, this thing had fit inside my petite sister. But something told me that Troy had some experience of fitting that monster inside places much too small for it.

As I tried to process what was happening and keep my cool I watched as my sister sprang forward, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the weapon which had been used to break her so thoroughly. Seconds later she had dived onto his prick like a slut possessed.

I doubt my sister had given a blowjob in her life before last night. It was much too nasty a job for her. But it seemed as though Troy had done a pretty thorough job at fucking that haughtiness out of her, because there was none on display any longer. Her head bobbed up and down at a frantic pace on her pole and the room was filled with the noise of her slobbering.

Troy was of course loving showing off his newly devoted pet and had the smuggest of smug grins on his face as he watched my reaction intently. Despite my heart beating a little faster and my adrenaline level rising I controlled my facial expressions like a master poker player.

I raised my eyes away from my thrashing sister and returned Troy's gaze unflinchingly. I had never shown weakness in my entire life and I wasn't about to start now. Troy may have broken my sister, he may well be able to use her to break my father, but he wasn't going to break me.

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We stared at each other intently, the tension between us crackling. Troy thought he was the one in control here and if I reacted I would only be proving him right. Instead I stared serenely back at him, effecting an expression of nonchalant disinterest at the performance being staged for my benefit.

I knew that if I reacted angrily then Troy would know that he had power over me and I wasn't going to let that happen. 

But Troy was determined to test my patience.

"That's it slut. You like that monster dick, don't you."

My sister waggled her head up and down, acting like an obedient pet.

"That's right, you'll do anything for me, won't you? You filthy cock-craving whore?"

More nods of agreement followed, at which point Troy grabbed hold of the back of my sister's head and impaled it even further on his thick shaft. At the same time he started to thrust his hips forward. He was skull fucking my sister without mercy now. The room was filled with a glug, glug, glug sound as his fuck stick hit the back of her slutty throat.

Troy had turned my sister into nothing more than a sex toy, to be dominated and used for his own enjoyment.

But still I refused to buckle, still I refused to break.

As the standoff continued I saw the expression on Troy's face slowly change. The smugness draining away as he realised that I was not going to be intimidated by his antics.

Pressing my advantage I brought my hands together and started clapping. But this wasn't a congratulatory clap, it was a mocking one. My hands came together slowly as I showed Troy how unimpressed I was by his performance.

I could tell that Troy wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to meeting people who were not cowed in the face of his indisputable physical prowess. He had not yet learned that while physical power was important, there were other powers which were more important still.

In some ways the last few minutes had steadied my nerves. Yes they had proven beyond doubt that Troy was not a boy. He had the physical capabilities to subjugate those who were too weak minded to withstand him. That was a power that shouldn't be underestimated.

But I knew it shouldn't be overestimated either. I knew that while Troy had the physical attributes of a man, he still had the mind of a boy. He seemed to think that fucking my bratty sister senseless meant he had some sort of power over me, when in fact he was doing me a favour by putting her in his place.

I decided now was time to take control of this situation.

"Enough of the silly games Troy. You said you wanted to talk. If all you want to do is fuck my sister I'll leave you to it and we can go back to fighting a war you know you can't win."

That got Troy's attention. I could tell that he had played his best card in trying to get the upper hand in our negotiations. Now that had failed we could finally get down to business. Troy grimaced slightly as he dragged my sister's head off his engorged prick. She looked dazed and confused, like a child who had seen their lollipop taken away from them.

"Get out." Troy ordered coldly. My sister's head drooped and she started to crawl back to the door. Troy really had done a number on her because she had never followed an order in her life without a tantrum or an argument.

When the room was cleared Troy spoke first, no doubt trying to regain the initiative after I had coolly dispatched his attempts to gain dominance.

We had both sat down again and were facing each other across the desk. Troy's cocky, arrogant face was now looking more confused as his eyes bore into mine.

"How can you act so cool while I'm using your sister like a fleshlight? You got no pride?"

"Oh I've got pride." I responded calmly. "But she was bound to get her comeuppance at some point. She's been a prick tease her whole life. It was only a matter of time before somebody put a stop to it. I can't lie that I'd rather it had been someone other than you, but it's not something I really care much about."

Troy opened his mouth to respond but I cut across him, pressing my advantage. "There aren't many guys who can do what you've done to my sister. Take an uppity bitch, fuck her so hard that you are able to transform her from whatever she was before into a mindless, vapid, cock crazy slut willing to do anything to get her next fix of big, alpha dick. I'm sure you've done it to plenty of chicks over the years. As I say there aren't many guys with the weaponry to get that done. But you're sat opposite one of them. I've done what you've done to my charming little sis dozens of times. And don't get me wrong it's great fun, but it's not enough. I know what you're trying to intimidate me Troy, but it just aint gonna work because there's nothing that you can do that I can't."

I finished my little speech and let my words sink in. Troy looked a little flustered, evidently not used to encountering anyone willing to take him on, and I moved to press my advantage.

"And we've all got family issues. I'm sure you can't be too happy to have a fag for a brother, can you?"

The last comment certainly got Troy's attention and his face flared with anger. It felt good to get under his skin.

"Where did you hear that?" He blustered.

"Oh I've got my sources. By all accounts young Scott likes nothing better than having a big strong man dominate him, so he's not really that different to my lovely sister."

Troy stood up. His face was consorted with rage as he leered down at me.

"You know nothing about my family." He shouted across at me.

"Oh, I know plenty about you and your family. I know plenty about everything. That's why my family is in charge of the town and yours isn't."

Troy seemed to catch himself at this point and recover his composure, returning back to his seat and appraising me with new found respect. I could tell that while my words had angered him, they had also helped to gain his respect.

Silence fell between us as we both contemplated our next move. I knew that I'd shown Troy my mettle. He'd thrown his best ammunition at me and I'd responded in kind. I'd shown him he wasn't back in college now. He was playing with the big boys now. And the big boys wouldn't be pushed around or outmanoeuvred. 

It was Troy that eventually broke the silence.

"I've got to give you credit. There aren't many guys who could take seeing their sister used like that and not let it affect them. You really are a cold hearted son of a bitch. But that's alright. I can work with that. I'll cut to the chase. I want to do a deal. We can fight each other and cause a lot of heartache and pain or we can agree to respect each other's territory and not get tangled up with each other. You've seen what kind of guy I am. I'm happy with what I've built for myself, I don't need to run the whole town, just make enough money to keep this lifestyle going and nailing as much tight pussy as I can get my hands on."

It was just as I expected, the guy was more interested in getting laid than being a proper gangster. He didn't have the hunger for power and control, which I had in abundance. But I also knew that he was lying right now. Still, that didn't matter. I could still use him to get what I wanted.

"We both know that's not true. This isn't about money or chicks. It's about my father."

Troy straightened in his seat at my last word and his face became a grimace.

"Don't mention that bastard's name in this house".

"I think you just proved my point. I know what my father has done to your family and I can read people pretty well, you need that in our business. You want my father's head. You want revenge. You want to make him pay for what he did to you. Any deal we make isn't going to last, because ultimately you want something my father can never give you."

"Then war it is." Troy said, his face looking thunderous as he stood up thinking the meeting was over.

"My father might not be able to give you what you want." I continued, keeping my seat. "But I can."

Troy sat down again and asked quizzically, "What do you mean."

"You've seen today how much I care about my family. My father brought me up to be ruthless and cold hearted, to make decisions ruled by logic not by emotion. I learned those lessons all too well. And now I don't need my father it is time that I took his place. And you can help me take him down. Once we've taken control you can do whatever you want him, punish him whatever way you see fit."

"The way I see it is that you've got a choice. You can accept my deal and help me take down my father, get your revenge for everything he did to you and work with me to rule this town. You'll have more money and pussy than you'll know what to do with. I can't take him out on my own, but if we join forces we'll be unstoppable. It's time for a new generation to replace the old and I'm offering you a chance to be part of the revolution. Or we can fight a war that you know you will lose and you'll end up exactly where your parents are now."

I could see the shock on Troy's face at my proposal. The idea of betraying my own flesh and blood seemed totally anathema to him and it took him some time to process what I was offering him. As I sat there I felt adrenaline pounding through my veins, but I knew this was the right decision. Once Troy had helped me supplant my father I would be in charge and I could deal with Troy afterwards.

I could try and convince myself that this was the only solution to the challenge Troy had thrown down. But that would be a lie. The truth was that my father had brought me up too well, he had forged me into the man I was today. An alpha male determined to dominate and control everyone around him. I had been impatient for some time to take my rightful place at the head of the most feared criminal gang in the city, and once I'd seen the opportunity to engineer this I'd taken it. I was using Troy just like Troy had used my sister and I knew he wouldn't be able to resist the impulse to avenge his kin, because I knew Troy's weakness was his inability to control his wild emotions.

And so it would prove.

"OK, but how do I know you're not going to double cross me? How do I know this isn't a trap."

"You've seen today what type of man I am. Do you think I'm the kind of guy to be happy as a number 2 for long? I'm an alpha, a leader and with your help I can become one. Why would I turn that down? Who knows how long I would have to carry on kneeling at my father's feet?"

"Fine. You've got yourself a deal. Vinny will be in touch to sort out all the details. I've got to go keep your sister domesticated before the big family reunion."

He grinned inanely as we both stood up and shook hands while staring into each other's eyes.

I knew the battle with Troy for dominance was just beginning but I felt a surge of excitement flood through me as I contemplated the forceful acquisition of my rightful inheritance.

End of Chapter 07

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It was just another day in paradise. Or at least that's what most people observing from the outside would surely think. Here I was, lounging by the pool in my skimpy pink bikini and soaking up the rays while maids and butlers saw to my every whim. Whether it was supplying food and drinks, applying sun lotion or even just fanning me I had servants to see to my every material need.

This has been my life for years now. At first I had loved it, my status as queen bee being the fulfilment of my life ambitions despite having only reached my late twenties. As I had grown up I'd absorbed the lesson that our celebrity infused culture had taught me. What mattered wasn't what you knew, it was how you looked. That was the route to wealth and power. And it was a route I was determined to follow.

My childhood had been anything but idyllic, brought up by an over-worked, under-paid single mom. Most kids looked to their parents as role models. Not me. My mom was a lesson in what not to do in life. She'd worked hard her whole life, gone to night classes to get a qualification and worked her way up to a junior finance position at one of the big banks. She did everything that you were supposed to do and yet she had so little to show for it.

I watched as my father walked out on her. He was a bum who cared more about his dick than he did about me or my siblings. So while my mom worked day and night to put food on the table he skipped out on us, lured away by a younger, fitter model. Now my mom had been laid off by the bank in one of their seemingly never ending series of restructurings, which were just euphemisms for firing a load of people and getting everyone else to work harder to pick up the slack.

What was she left with? Bags under the eyes and a worn, tired face unable to attract anyone to support her through her old age. That's where playing by the rules got you, nowhere.

No my role model wasn't my mom. My role models were provided by the moms of my friends who were nothing more than trophy wives. Now a lot of educated, clever people look down on trophy wives. They pity their dependence on their men and think they should be seen as individuals in their own right, not just mere appendages of their husbands.

But as a naive child that isn't what I saw. I saw women who had great lives. They were not constrained by the need to work and could spend their days looking after their kids, spending quality time with them and actually had the opportunity to keep themselves looking hot and attractive. Whether that was spending time in the gym or having a bit of touch up surgery here or there it worked. These trophy wives had it all and I remember thinking even as a young girl that I wanted to be like them.

Except I was really ambitious. I didn't just want to marry some corporate bureaucrat. I wanted someone who was really minted and someone who could give me the life of glamour and luxury I had always dreamed of. 

I knew that I couldn't hook the great catch that I wanted without a lot of hard work. That's why I spent every waking moment making myself as attractive as I could. It's why I dyed my hair peroxide blonde. It's why I had a boob job to create a rack that would turn any man's eyes. It's why I visited the gym every day to keep my body in shape. It's why I made sure I had the best cosmetics, the best clothes and the best accessories to make me look as hot as possible.

I entered beauty pageants and put all my efforts and energies into looking as hot as I could. And I loved the power that gave me. The power to make men go weak at the knees, to stumble over their words and fall over themselves to please me.

I knew what the educated nerds who were going to go off to college thought of me. They rolled their eyes at me and thought I was just a slut and a bimbo. And you know what? They were right. And what was wrong with that? They might have had their books and their feminist ideology. But that wasn't going to keep them warm at night. That wasn't going to attract hot guys with big dicks and flash cars.

As my body filled out I turned into an absolute rocket. And guess what I still ended up going to college. That might have been more down to generous marking to the teachers I gave blow jobs to or the nerds that I got to do my homework than my brains. But who cared? It was results that mattered. I can still see the shocked face on one of my classmates faces when I got accepted by an Ivy league college when she was stuck with a shit in-state community college.

And what a time I had at college. While the new nerds I managed to control did my homework for me I was back at the dorms being railed by douchebag jocks who were only interested in girls for one thing. Sure, most feminists would be outraged at the way they behaved. But then again they'd probably never experienced what it was like to have their cunts pounded to earth shattering orgasm by a big cock.

After college I was straight away on the lookout for guys who could fulfil me, both sexually and materially. Who had enough heft in both their briefs and their wallets to give me the life I'd always dreamed of having. The deal was pretty simply. I would keep myself looking hot for them if they gave me what I needed in the bedroom and provided the luxury lifestyle I had always wanted.

That is how I'd ended up here as Jenna Gonzalez, married to Nacho Gonzalez the most feared gangster in the whole state. I could remember the night we had met like it was yesterday.

I was out partying with some friends and my latest trick, a young hotshot stockbroker. He was a little bit preppy for my tastes but he was raking in the dough and was keeping my life sweet while I waited for something better to come along. He was nice to look at but to be honest his dick didn't quite do it for me and that was a deal breaker for me. I kinda felt bad because I knew he was falling for me bad. He was one of those romantic types. Always buying me flowers and surprising me with meals out at fancy restaurants. Sadly for him though, I'd always been a girl who would much rather be at home having her cunt battered by an egotistical jock than having small talk and eating great food.

Anyway, I was partying hard when in walked Nacho with his crew. I noticed him straight away and immediately felt something stir inside of me. It was pretty hard to explain because I usually only went for white guys and he was Mexican. Plus he must have been at least 20 years older than me, which I'd normally find kinda gross.

But there was just something about him. He exuded power. And there was nothing that I found as attractive in a man as power. I always had a weakness for bad boys who don't care about anyone else but themselves and didn't mind just taking what they wanted. And somehow I knew straight away that Nacho was the baddest of bad boys.

There was just something about him. The way he held himself, the way all the other guys in his group deferred to him, the way he swept imperiously to the VIP area of the club and was swiftly surrounded by a phalanx of hot chicks.

Physically I could see he very much still had it, despite being so much older. His hair had gone grey in parts but that just made him look more distinguished. Meanwhile his body was still in fine shape and he clearly looked after himself.

Although he was surrounded by a group of other hot younger guys I only had eyes for him. Something about him told me that he would be great in bed. He wouldn't make love to his women. He'd fuck his sluts. Just how I liked it. And suddenly I wanted nothing more than to be not just one of those sluts, but his number one slut. I felt my cunt flutter between my legs and I knew that I needed to get to know this stud. 

Turning back to my date I realised he was a bit pissed at me for letting my attention wander, but right now I wasn't thinking straight and didn't care what he thought.

I'd always had this weakness. When I was hooked on a guy I just couldn't think straight. Most men thought I was just a ditzy blonde who was too dumb to do anything for myself. The truth was that I knew what kept men happy and that if I did that it was easy to manipulate them to get what I wanted whether that be sex, power, money or all three.

But the truth was that when I fell for a guy I fell hard. And I could feel myself falling already and I hadn't even spoken to the guy.

Usually if I spotted a new guy I wanted to make a move on I'd test out the waters before dumping my current squeeze. There was no point in giving up my current meal ticket before I'd nailed down the next one. But all that logic went out the window for me. The appearance of this exotic bad boy had made the stockbroker sat before me seem even more boring. And I didn't do boring.

I waited for him to settle our bill and then I laid it out for him. I just told him it wasn't working for me anymore, that I just wasn't happy and thought we should call it a day.

I couldn't believe the pansy actually started to shed a few tears. I couldn't believe I had spent so much time with such a wimp and this pathetic behaviour just showed he wasn't the real man I needed in my life. He told me how much he loved me and how he thought we were going to get married.

It started to get awkward and I was getting impatient now. I decided the best strategy to get rid of him quickly was to be brutally honest so I told him that the reason I couldn't be with him was that he just didn't fuck me the way I needed to be fucked and that his average sized prick would never be able to really satisfy me.

Some people would say I was acting like a total bitch. And they'd be right but I knew what I wanted and he just didn't have it. As usual I got what I wanted. He stormed off in a huff and thankfully I never saw him again.

I didn't even bat an eyelid as he walked away. Instead I was deadly focused on my next target. Something told me this was the big fish that I'd been waiting to catch all my life, this is what all those hours of work on my appearance had been about.

I strutted across the floor of the club, headed up to the VIP area and marched straight in. I'd learnt over the years that if you acted confident and like you owned the place then people usually treated you like you did. Of course, it helps when you're wearing a dress with a plunging neckline showing off your huge rack and you're rocking a figure that Barbie would be jealous of.

The guys stood at the entrance to the VIP area did nothing to stop me, which might have had something to do with their jaws almost hitting the floor. As soon as I walked in I saw eyes turn in my direction.

The looks I got were nothing I hadn't seen before. The guys were ogling me, lusting over my incredible body. I saw several of them reach down to adjust their junk as they took in my curves. I knew exactly what they wanted to do to me and that's what gave me such power over them.

I also noticed a lot of the girls look round. Their faces were quite different though, a mixture of shock and anger at the sight of such competition. They knew what I was as soon as they saw me: a threat. And the reaction of the men they were with didn't do much to dissuade them. I didn't let any of that affect me though. I had been used to anger and jealousy from women my entire life. In fact it didn't anger me, it excited me. The fact that they felt so threatened only made me feel better and more confident. And they weren't wrong about me either.

I remember when I was back in college how the girlfriend of the star quarterback reacted to me. She hated me. She did everything she could to freeze me out of her social circle. She was pretty, clever and popular and so she made life difficult for me for a bit. Her friends tried to calm her down. They told her that Mack would never cheat on her. They had been high college sweethearts, in love with each other for years. They connected on a level that was above sex. They were soul mates, destined to be together forever. And they told her that I was too trashy to have any chance with a classy guy like Mack.

Maybe she wasn't so clever though because she started to believe what these dimwits were telling her. She started to loosen up a bit and I managed to start getting invites to all the cool parties her sorority put on. I saw the way Mack looked at me. He might have been in love with his girlfriend, but he was in lust with me.

I bided my time and then pounced when I got a chance. I was at a house party and things were getting wild. Everyone was drunk and people were hooking up left, right and centre. Mack's girlfriend always kept a tight leash on him, making sure she was always with him at parties like this when he would be tempted to stray. But she wasn't there now and I was ready to take advantage.

I started dancing with Mack, putting on a show for him by fondling my massive rack. He was mesmerised by me and couldn't take his eyes off me. Then I started grinding him and I could feel his turgid prick rubbing against my back. I knew then that I had him. I knew that whatever feelings he had for his girlfriend that his dick had needs.

I whispered in his ear that we should go get some privacy. Ten minutes later we were in one of the bedrooms. I was on my back and Mack had buried his thick, hard prick deep inside my tight cunt. I showered him with dirty talk, telling him how big he was, telling him to fuck me harder, telling him to use me like a slut. This seemed to get him off and he fucked me harder and deeper and rougher, just how I liked it. Soon I was cumming all over his fat hose.

That night taught me that most men - especially arrogant, powerful, successful men - thought more with their dicks than their brains. Mack might have loved his girlfiend and maybe they were soul mates, but because he listened to his dick over his head they weren't destined to be together.

Eventually Mack got too hot. He pulled out and sprayed me with his load and at that very moment the door to the bedroom burst open. In the doorway stood his girlfriend. She stood there in shocked silence for a moment. Like the cat that had literally got the cream I smirked at her and dug in the knife, telling her that she had been right about me all along.

She let out a tirade at Mack and bolted the room. Mack dressed quickly and stormed after her but it was over for them. The fairytale had been tainted by the truth. Lust beat love every day of the week, especially in the early hours of Sunday morning.

Mack was pissed with me for a while but as a single guy he had needs and he knew that I could fulfil those needs. We hooked up again numerous times through college and I took great pleasure in hanging off his arm while his now ex girlfriend and her friends glowered at me. Mack told me that sex with me was on another level to what he had known before. I let him treat me like a whore and he loved it. His ex had been vanilla and boring and sex with me opened his eyes to the pleasure that unadulterated hardcore fucking could give him.

I knew that I had him hooked for life. He could go off and get married and I could turn up on his doorstep in 10 years and he wouldn't be able to stop himself fucking my brains out. That was the effect I had on men.

Weirdly I didn't seem to have many female friends at college but I didn't really care. What I did have was a lot of great sex.

So the women present that night were right to be fearful of me but luckily for them I only had eyes for one man. The top dog. The boss. The man in charge. That was who I was after and I wasn't going to give up until I got him.

I decided there was no point in wasting any time so I made a beeline straight for him. As I reached him he looked up from the gaggle of girls surrounding him, two of whom were leaning against him, pressing themselves up against him.

I leaned forward slightly, giving him an even better view of my boobs, and I saw with satisfaction that his eyes were attracted to them like magnets. Now I was up close I could get a better look at him.

He must have been in his early 40s. Normally I wouldn't have looked twice at a guy that age but this one had me hooked. His face was slightly weathered but it just made him look rough and tough. His facial features were defined and angular and just reinforced the impression I had that he was a man's man.

This wasn't a guy that would buy you flowers and be romantic. This was a guy that would use you to get himself off. And boy did I want him to use me.

My eyes raked over his body and I could see that he was in great shape. His shirt was barely able to restrain the muscles which bulged beneath. He was wearing a tight pair of jeans and it wasn't hard to see that he had a big muscle where it really counted. If I was hot for him before I was now smitten but I did my best to play it cool. I knew from experience that most guys liked to be made to work for it a bit.

"Well hello, sweetie what do we have here then?" Even his voice was sexy as hell. Deep, baritone and confident. I felt my willpower wilt even further.

"I'm Jenna, Jenna Albright. I saw you from across the room and just had to come and introduce myself."

He smirked at me knowingly. "I'm sure you did, honey. So why don't you get a bit closer and really get to know Nacho Gonzalez." He reached out his arm and pulled me closer so that my breasts were pressed up against his powerful body. Nacho Gonzalez, Nacho Gonzalez. I knew that name and then it hit me. This was the Nacho Gonzalez, the biggest mob boss in the state. Any self control I had was swept away at that point, just like the two girls who had been at his side fell away and were left glowering at me as they were ignored like spare parts.

I felt my knees tremble and my cunt moisten as I pressed myself against this beast of a man. I knew this man was dangerous. Piss him off and you'd end up in hospital or worse. Everyone in the state bent their knee to this man. Cops, politicians, businessmen, they all feared and respected him.

Knowing what this man had done, the nastiness, the brutality, the evil, would have turned some women off. They would have been scared of this man, this man that had such power and control over the state.

Not me. I didn't want to run, I wanted to stick to him like glue. He had everything I wanted in a man; power, money and arrogance. I knew that he would be great in bed. He would be dominant there like he was dominant everywhere else in his life and that turned me on so much.

I swooned as he held me in my arms. We moved over to a sofa after just a few moments, whispering in each other's ears, eyes only for each other, like there was nobody else there at all.

I knew I should play hard to get but I couldn't even if I'd tried. Nacho was way out of my league and I wanted him too much. So I played up to his ego. I told him what I had done when he had walked in. That I'd dumped my boyfriend there and then in order to pursue him.

I told him how I liked my men mean and macho, confident and aggressive and that he seemed to fit the bill perfectly. I could tell that he liked having his ego pumped up because I felt the bulge in his jeans growing as I did it.

I told him how hard it was to find real men these days. There were too many pussy whipped wimps around now who could be controlled and manipulated.

I told him that I was wild and needed a strong, powerful man to tame me. I needed a stallion to show me what my place in the world was and bend me to their will.

Nacho loved it. His eyes were going wild and he told me that if he wanted a stallion then I'd come to the right place. His hands were all over me, feeling every inch of me and I was loving it.

"I can't wait to show you what a real man can do Jenna. I'm gonna enjoy breaking you in and making you my bitch. But first you've got to prove you're worthy of that. Show me how much you want me."