Making of Kingpin - Copied

[hirarandi]

Eventually I reached her and clambered over her before placing my mouth on her lips. My tongue darted inside, tasting the salty remnants of my earlier discharge.

Simultaneously we both moved our hands, hers lowered to my dick, snaking her hands around my pecker while mine reached out to finally touch her beautiful big tits.

They did not disappoint. They were so big that I could only just fit them in my bucket sized hands. I squeezed them forcefully. Despite their firmness they felt so soft in my hands, so pliable as I twisted them one way and then the other.

The touch made my dick twitch and squirm in her soft hands. I felt like I could play with these fun bags for days. But more importantly I knew they were mine. And Marc would never touch them again.

After a few minutes I decided that I had to taste her tits for myself, so I pulled my mouth away and bent down sticking my tongue out until it connected with her left areola. As it grazed her nipple it felt as hard as a nail, sticking out from her busom.

Then I could hold myself back no longer and I dived forward, my whole face becoming engulfed by her cleavage. The soft, silky skin caressed me as I ravaged first one breast and then the other. My movements were frantic and excited as I nibbled on her skin, eliciting a low moan.

As my oral assault continued I reached down with my hands and forcefully pushed three large fingers into Dixie's now unprotected twat. It felt unbelievably moist as I heard Dixie moan in surprise at the intrusion.

I immediately began frigging her quickly with my fingers. Her fleshy folds felt incredibly tight around my long fingers, I could not wait to see how it would make my dick feel.

I felt my head sliding into the huge valley between her golden orbs and then her soft, creamy flesh pressing in on me from all sides, as Dixie removed her hands from my cock and squeezed her boobs, smothering me.

Both our bodies were writhing in pleasure, but I couldn't hold myself back any longer. In one swift movement I moved my head back up while moving my hips down, positioning my sex column at the apex of her tight snatch.

With one hard, brutal thrust I penetrated her. We both grunted loudly as my helmet and a good 6 inches of thick, solid muscle burst inside her. The entrance was helped by the slickness of both our organs which provided the lubrication needed as I started to stretch out her cunt.

Her pussy felt amazing. It felt like a velvet glove, it was so smooth and tight. There was literally no gap whatsoever between us now and her inner folds were driving my dick crazy.

My hips began to gyrate, pushing my shaft in and out of her at a rapid pace. On each stroke I managed to force myself deeper inside of her.

Dixie was now panting heavily and her moans were increasing in both pitch and volume but as I looked into her face I could not see a trace of pain despite the fast and furious pace of my assault. All I saw was a primal look of lust and desire. And I felt below her hips starting to move, matching me stroke for stroke.

She wasn't just lying there, taking it. She was eager for me. She wanted it harder. She wanted it faster. She wanted it deeper.

I had never known this before. All the girls I'd fucked had just lain there, all their energy focussed on gasping for breath and staying conscious.

But Dixie was different. Dixie was born to fuck. And as I saw this it sent a huge wave of testosterone through me, flooding my veins and igniting a blaze inside me that I had never known before. It was like a part of me I never knew existed was awakening and taking over.

I started to act on instinct, rather than conscious thought and felt my hips thrusting faster and faster as I rammed my spear deeper and deeper inside Dixie's straining cunt. We were both groaning and heaving now, sweat ran down both our bodies, making us even slippier.

I looked down again and saw that all but a couple of inches of my meaty love muscle were now pummelling themselves into her wet, tight hole. I could see her pussy lips stretching, wrapping themselves around my eager prick.

I sensed that I was reaching parts of Dixie which had never been reached before. It became harder and harder to push forward any further as though she was stuffed as far as she could go. But we both kept trying and I could feel her passage expanding, stretching, extending as I continued to mercilessly assault her with my baseball bat sized dick as I plunged new depths.

A moment later I heard Dixie scream, but it wasn't a scream of pain, it was a scream of delirium, of ecstasy. Her mouth was ajar, gurgling and frothing. Her eyes were rolling in her sockets and her body felt like it had been electrocuted as it shook violently. The powerful orgasm was accompanied by a flood of pussy juice being released all over my tool.

This extra lubrication was all I needed and instead of stopping and letting her get her breath back I ploughed on. The orgasm seemed to relax Dixie and her cunt seemed to open up for me, like the Red Sea parting for Moses. And as I thrust violently forward I felt the tip of my dick hit something harder, like I had whacked Dixie's womb I was that far inside her. And at the same time I felt my balls slap against her soft ass. It seemed like we were built for each other.

From that moment I went into overdrive, my hips working faster than ever as I drilled her with hard, deep strokes. I felt Dixie's body convulse again as another orgasm swept her away on a tidal wave of heavenly joy. And once again her cunt spasmed and flooded with her juices, making her vaginal canal even sloppier.

As our bodies smashed into each other harder and harder I became mesmerised by Dixie's incredible jugs, which swayed like an out of control pendulum as our primal rutting continued.

As yet another orgasm gripped hold of Dixie I felt her cunt clamping down on my cock even more firmly, pushing it closer and closer to its limits until eventually I felt my balls tighten and I started firing directly inside her.

I roared and pulled out my swollen prick which continued to blast all over Dixie's body, covering her luscious breasts in white sticky man fluids.

As I looked down on her she looked utterly radiant. Despite being plastered in cum and dripping in sweat her whole body glowed with an aura of horny pleasure and desire. She was gobbling up the creamy residue like she was still famished despite the fact that it was her second helping.

The sight turned me on even more as I thought greedily about the marathon sex session which still lay ahead. I could already feel my dick starting to harden once again. I felt like I could go on for hours and hours, and in Dixie I had found a girl who could match my newly heightened libido.

Dixie leaned forward and opened her mouth, licking my now deflated tube, helping to pump it up once more. In just a few minutes it was once again the rock solid, foot long monster that she so desired.

As she pulled her face away I saw a manic glint in her eye, gleaming in triumph. She rose from the bed like a sexual goddess, dripping in fluids but without any inhibitions.

Taking charge she twisted me round and pushed me back into the bed. The next second I saw her huge breasts coming towards my face, smothering me in their her soft mounds once more.

I was panting now with excitement as Dixie took control, using her sizeable assets to drive me wild with desire. I felt my dick lying against my abs, swollen and distended beyond belief. It felt so hard that I thought it was going to explode.

Then I felt a soft, warm hand reach down and yank it upwards before Dixie's hips were raised and came crashing down as she impaled herself on my fuck stick.

As she started bouncing vigorously on my staff I felt her lift up her busom away from my face. As I looked up I saw a look of triumph on her face. A look of dominance as she towered over me, moaning as she used my dick to pleasure herself.

"This is what I do. I take horny, muscled up studs like you and turn them into my playthings. I'm going to ride this dick until I've fucked all the cum out of you."

Dixie was moaning and panting as she spoke, clearly still straining at the massive size, but she looked so radiant, sparkling with sexual energy and vibrancy. And her cunt felt divine. My cock was being pleasured and satisfied in ways I had never even thought possible. It was so tight and wet and seemed to stretch like elastic as my spur jutted in and out.

I lay there in a pool of hedonistic pleasure as Dixie towered above me. I felt a blissful happiness which was completely alien to me. Why fight? Why care about anything? Why rage against the world when I could feel this good?

But then the dark side of my mind reasserted itself, as Dixie's moaning became louder and she shook once again. I felt my prick being covered once again in her juices as she panted and flopped forwards. But still she kept riding me like a champion jockey, not even skipping a beat despite the half-dozen orgasms which had already rushed through her and would have been enough to leave most chicks comatose. But Dixie wasn't most chicks.

She was treating me like she had treated Marc and all of the many sexual partners before. But I wasn't like them. I was better than them. I would never be content to lay back and be used by somebody else.

But I knew Dixie was strong. She was more sexually experienced and undoubtedly knew how to take a pounding, as her performance so far had shown. But I knew that I could outlast her. I knew I could dominate her. I knew I could make her mine.

And so as Dixie raised her hips once more I surprised her by forcefully thrusting my hips up to meet hers. She grunted in shock and surprise and took a few gulps of breath as though trying to recover from being winded.

I met the next thrust just as strongly, and the next, and the next. My hips moving perfectly in time with hers, our bodies locked together in what had become a competition. It was a contest which would determine the power dynamics of our relationship.

After just the first few powerful thrusts I saw Dixie was struggling. She had not been taking the whole force of my impressive battering ram, leaving a few inches untouched on each stroke. Perhaps that was what she was used to, perhaps that was what Marc and all her other lovers had been packing.

But now I was forcing all 12 inches of my thick tool as deep as it would go inside her now flooded cunt. It was so wet, so slick that there was little resistance and with the force of our two bodies crashing into each other I found it easy to stuff my entire length inside on each stroke.

The whole bed was shaking from our exertions and as I looked up at Dixie I could sense the power shift taking place between us. Just a few minutes after I started to really, properly fuck her, Troy Fratelli style, her confidence and swagger had started to crumble.

She was tottering now, her head falling further and further forward as her physical strength began to sap away. Her powerful core withering under my vigorous, unceasing, unrelenting assault.

Dixie was screaming now, like a hyena on speed. Incapable of coherent thought, never mind speech. Her face was going a deeper and deeper shade of crimson as she struggled to keep up. But she had pride and she was strong. She was desperate to show she was in control.

In the end her body betrayed her. Or more specifically her cunt. As I continued to drill it harder and deeper than it had ever been drilled before it started to twitch, unable to handle the pressure any longer.

And then all of a sudden it happened, seemingly without warning or trigger. It was like a damn breaking, as a torrent of pussy juice came raining down over my prick.

This wasn't just an orgasm, it was a mind-blowing atom bomb that was ripping through Dixie's body, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.

Her whole body began to judder as though she was suffering from an epileptic fit. All strength seemed to leave her as she collapsed on top of me, unable to take any more. I looked down to see her mouth lying ajar and frothing. And still the juice came pouring out of her like a flood crashing through inadequate sea defences and soaking everything in its wake.

After what seemed like an age Dixie's body stopped twitching and her cunt eventually stopped its release of girl cum. She had been knocked out cold, fucked into complete and utter submission.

I rolled her body off me onto the other side of the bed and clambered up. I stood next to the bed, my mammoth fuck tool still jutting out imposingly as I watched her now immobile body asleep on the bed.

As I stood there over her prone body I felt a surge of pride course through my veins. I had turned the hottest, sexiest, dirtiest slut imaginable, who chewed up and spat out jocks for breakfast, into a jibbering mess.

And now I was going to show her that she had met her match. Her superior. And that she was mine now. I was going to teach her that nobody could fuck her the way I could, nobody could make her feel the way that I made her feel. And she would be my plaything, fucked until she could fuck no more.

Stepping forward I climbed onto the bed and got on my knees, straddling her still comatose body. With my hand I manoeuvred my throbbing prick and jammed it into her still lolling mouth. My other hand gripped the back of her head and pulled her in, impaling her suddenly on my shaft.

Her eyes fluttered open and then widened as she felt and saw my huge manhood being forcefully thrust through her mouth and down her throat.

"That's it. Wakey, wakey. Who is in charge now? You thought I was like all the other jocks? You thought you could ride me until I broke? Stupid, bitch."

And then I went into overdrive, like a demon who cared only about getting off. I forced my pecker in and out of her gob at lightning speed, while at the same time brutally smashing her face into my crotch.

All she could do was lay there and take it. This was me putting in her place, showing her who was in charge, destroying her mind and eradicating the thought of any other man from her brain.

She was struggling to breath and I was worried that her neck was going to break, but I continued going confident that she could take it. Her dribble was now rolling down her chin as her spittle flew everywhere and she was forced to give me an incredibly frantic, messy blowjob.

I couldn't take it anymore, I withdrew from her mouth and aimed my now spasming dick at her face. The first spurt of cum hit her squarely in the eye, while the next one landed on her forehead. Before long her face, hair and upper body were drenched in my semen as I unloaded over her.

When I had finally run dry after firing a least a dozen shots onto Dixie's now defeated body I stood up and walked away heading for the shower to clean myself up and give Dixie a chance to recover from her ordeal and come to terms with her new reality. That she would be mine to do with as I pleased.

When I stepped out of the shower ten minutes later I saw Dixie propped up on the bed. She had cleaned up most of my sticky seed but a few blotches remained where she had missed a bit.

Her expression had changed. It was no longer triumphant and imposing. Instead she was looking at me with a combination of awe, respect and curiosity. It was like she was intrigued at a strange phenomenon that she had never encountered before.

I pushed my chest out in pride and approached the bed once again, ready to finally show Dixie who was boss and take full ownership of this amazing piece of ass. As I did so I tugged at my dick and smirked at the expression of shock on Dixie's humbled face.

"Let's get this straight once and for all. I own you. I own your huge tits. I own your wet mouth. I own your tight pussy. I own your beautiful ass. And that's because nobody can fuck you like I can. You live for sex and nobody can give it to you better than I can."

As I spoke my arrogant swagger grew and grew, sending blood rushing to my fast expanding shaft.

When Dixie spoke it was her voice sounded like a wild animal that had been tamed and domesticated. "You're right. I've never been fucked like that. I'm used to being the one in charge but ... but wow. I've always been the one wanting more, using a guy until he couldn't get it up anymore. But you're ... you're like superhuman. I'll do anything, anything if you promise to keep stuffing me full of that huge, hard dick of yours."

Beaming at her I said simply, "That's my girl."

I walked forward and mounted the bed. In a flash I had turned Dixie over so that she lay on her stomach, before roughly thrusting her shapely ass into the air.

I pulled back my hand and slapped her hard and suddenly without warning. The sound echoed throughout the room and she yelped in excitement. I slapped her again and again, marking my property still further.

Then I spat savagely down, my saliva hitting its target of her tight rosebud. I slowly inserted two fingers inside her butthole. It felt incredibly tight and I knew it would feel even better than her pussy had.

But I was starting to get impatient now. My prick was once again painfully hard. So instead of tenderly opening her up and getting her ready I quickly lined up my purple helmet with the entrance to her back passage.

Mounting her I reached across, forcing her head down into the mattress. Then in one swift thrust I ploughed into her. We both groaned in unison as her ass resisted the sudden invasion. It simply could not cope with my enormous girth.

But I was determined to show her that nobody could fuck her like I could and I knew that she was so horny and so needy that she could take a hammering which would destroy other chicks.

So I quickly withdrew and ploughed into her again, managing to push in further this time. I looked down and saw her fantastic ass being skewed by my towering pole and the sight only heightened my desire and need. It seemed like an impossible optical illusion.

I continued to fuck her with shallow steady strokes which got progressively deeper and deeper. It was a tremendous effort. Her ass seemed to be both determined to keep me out and then equally determined to stop me from leaving.

Her anal canal was so much dryer and tighter than her cunt had been. It felt amazing, clamped around my dick. The pressure it was under created a sensation like none I had ever experienced before. It was like wading through treacle, every tiny movement sending tremors through both of us. I was sure that nearly any other man would have cum by now. But I was determined not to and I now had the confidence and self assurance to control myself and hold myself back to prolong my enjoyment.

From the sounds Dixie was making the experience was not proving so pleasant for her. I saw her biting a pillow in agony and felt her body wiggling about like a fish caught on a hook, trying to cope with what I knew must be a red raw pain from the abuse of her ass.

As I continued to pound away, reaching further up her rectum I could feel her ass muscles stretching. Her passage began to expand and become more elongated as it sought to accommodate my massive tool.

And then suddenly the resistance seemed to have melting away and I began really drilling her. I felt so liberated, as though all shackles and chains had been thrown away. Beneath me I had a complete slut. A complete slut desperate for me to fuck her brains out. A complete slut who could take the punishment I was giving her and would love me for it. Both of us were sweating profusely and as her ass opened up I heard her screaming, not in agony but in ecstasy.

Then I heard a ringing noise. Without stopping my rhythm I looked across the room and saw the ringing was coming from her small purple handbag. I reached across and fetched it out. When I saw the caller ID I broke into my biggest smile of the day. It was Marc.