Making of Kingpin - Copied

[hirarandi]

"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.