Chronicles Of A Teenage Mother: She Never Thought She’d Enjoy Sex Again m2851

Chronicles Of A Teenage Mother: She Never Thought She’d Enjoy Sex Again By Diana James

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Contents The Return of the King A King's Decree Daddy Dark New Depths The Better Man The Second Throne The Royal Family Shameless Dominion Broken Minds & Broken Hearts The Queen of Hearts

The Return of the King

School let out for the summer, leaving Abigail and Mark with almost two months without work. They were being paid for those remaining two months but Mark, being the kind and ive fiancé he was, took another job on the side to pick up hours. They were planning to move after the summer, and they needed all the money they could save. During this time, the girls stayed at their daycare, leaving Abigail alone during the day.

Some days, Abigail found herself bored. Other days, she was grateful. Abigail had been working since she was twelve. Her mother, a single alcoholic more inclined to drink herself into a stupor than to the family in any meaningful way, put all the pressure of adulthood on her teenage daughter. Sometimes, Abigail thinks that's how she found herself as a teenage mother. With two children before nineteen, Abigail was afraid she would be alone for the rest of her life, or worse yet, trapped with the one of the men who put her in that situation.

Abigail was the mother of two daughters by two different men. Penelope, her oldest by a single year, was born from unprotected sex had with her then boyfriend. High school sweethearts, they tried to make it work, but he cheated on her repeatedly without her knowing, and when she found out she just couldn't forgive him. Falling into drugs-or letting the problem surface and become known-he disappeared from her life, hardly seeing his daughter before refusing to pay child .

Still, he was better than the father of her second daughter. Abigail's second daughter, Addison, was made in a moment of weakness with a man named James. James was tall and heavy, a large man with a large presence and a sinister streak. Cruel by nature, James accosted Abigail until she gave in, using his age and size against her to coerce her into a date. Abigail had found herself disappointed by their first sexual encounter, which was brief, rough, and shallow,

and later she had found herself pregnant.

The problem with James was that he was empty. Looking into his cold eyes, Abigail could see little more than hate inside of him. Looking back, James didn't know what love was or how to express love. He was broken, perhaps more than Abigail, and together they didn't have the strength to heal each other. Abigail tried hard to make it better, but their time together only made them both worse. Abigail's pregnancy protected her for a time, but after Addison was born, there was nothing to protect her. Their relationship devolved into domestic abuse that was both physical and mental and, after two years together, Abigail was convinced that the only way she could escape was for one of them to die.

That is when she met Mark, and she loved him from the moment she saw him. Mark was not classically handsome. He had good shoulders and dark eyes, but he wasn't tall like James, nor was he as heavy set. Still, he was heavier, and he was warm, and most of all he was safe, and that was all that Abigail could ask for. First, she and Mark worked together. Then, he helped her move out on her own and they started dating. Then, he let her move in with him when her apartment went sideways. Shortly after, they were engaged and looking forward to a long and happy life together. They are moving fast, but they are in love.

That is how Abigail felt when she dropped Mark off this morning, kissing him goodbye and professing her love. Then, she dropped the girls off at their daycare and returned home. She is just inside when a knock summons her back to the door. It is a heavy knock and followed by an equally heavy use of the doorbell, and Abigail is already fuming when she opens the door and finds James waiting outside.

It has been months since she expelled James from her life, but he hasn't changed

much at all. He remains tall and brutish, though he keeps his beard neatly trimmed. His cold, hollow eyes stare a hole through her as he towers over her, his fat body filling the doorframe. If anything, he has gained weight, his belly filling his too-tight muscle shirt to the point where it fits him like a second skin. Looking at him, she feels a mixed sense of arousal and revulsion.

"James? What the hell are you doing here? How did you find me?"

James regards her with cold laughter before pushing past her. He enters the living room with the entitlement of a king and stops to turn and take it in before falling, heavily, onto her couch. It was the couch they had shared when dating, and it sags under his weight now as it had in the past. He parts his legs while staring at her, the crotch of his jeans straining around something unfamiliar. James was modestly endowed at best when she knew him, his shaft both short and thin. What Abigail finds herself staring at now, however, is neither.

She swallows. "Get out."

"No," James cackles.

Abigail glares. "Get out!"

"Make me." He stares back at her, grinning like a chimp, and she re then how small and weak she is compared to him. Though tall for a woman and

quite stout, where she could stand as Mark's equal, she is dwarfed by James' size and weight. The power disparity between them made her legs weak. "Or, better yet, shut your damn mouth and go get me a beer."

Abigail, though bothered by his words, moves to obey him on instinct. She is partway to the kitchen before she stops and turns to face him. "We don't have beer," she says, and James turns a critical gaze on her. Under his scrutiny, she feels both anxious and eager to please him.

"You fucking kidding me? That pussy don't even drink beer? Then what the fuck do you have, Abigail?"

Standing still, Abigail stammers, "We have water, and milk, and Mark has some soda in the fridge..."

"Then bring me one of his sodas for fuck's sake."

Abigail leaves the room quickly, old fears rising with a sudden, inherent urge to obey. She grabs James a soda and on her way to him says, "But, this is Mark's."

James grunts. "You think I give a fuck? That faggot stole you from me. Least I can get out of it is a fucking soda."

Abigail frowns as she stops beside the couch. "He didn't steal me," she says. "I'm not an object to be taken, James." She offers him the soda even as she chides him, her body moving of its own accord. He meets her with a stare, waiting until she opens it for him, and then he takes the soda from her and slurps it as she waits at his side. Her heart hamers watching him, and her ears remain open to his words, compelled by a willing body to obey him.

A dizzying arousal sweeps over her as he glares over her. She blinks, and she stares, and her nipples ache inside her blouse. Even her pussy is wet, though she isn't sure why. The fear that settling in her belly is burning off as arousal in her loins.

"Fuck if you ain't," James says after a long burp. "It's fine, though, cause I came here to steal you right back."

Hearing this, Abigail rolls her eyes. James was, among his other many wonderful traits, a misogynist through and through. He wasn't a television misogynist, either, who would sometimes put women down but otherwise treated them with some measure of respect. He was the type of man who expected her to serve him in every way and often treated her like a slave. Two years with him was more than enough, and even now, despite her arousal, she has no interest in returning to it.

James stares at her, through her, as he gulps the soda. Burping again, he wipes his mouth on the back of his big, beefy hand. "You think I'm fucking kidding? Come here!" Reaching out, he slaps her across the cheek. The blow is light

compared to how he used to hit her, but even then it is enough to leave her unsteady. She stumbles sideways before catching herself on the nearby wall, and then stares at him with tears in her eyes and a burning in her cheek. James, meanwhile, laughs. "You always were a dumb bitch, rolling your fucking eyes at me, but you'll learn your place. For now, get on your knees and rub my feet like you used to. You've got a lot of missed time to make up for."

Again, Abigail moves without thinking, her body primed to obey his every request. The pain he visited upon her is not new, nor is this next humiliation. James has always lived to degrade her, but her response to his degradations is different this time. The pain in her cheek lingers, as did her hurt pride, but a seed of pride is buried deep within this bed of hurt. As she falls to her knees, she feels this seed sprouting, tender but alluring, and as she stares at his feet, she also feels an even deeper arousal stirring inside of her.

James wears heavy boots crusted with mud. He offers her his right foot first, and she takes it onto her lap and undoes the laces. When they were dating, Abigail would rub his feet regularly and without expectation that he returned the favor. It was understood between them that he would never show her such kindness or affection, and while Abigail didn't like it, she at some point came to accept it as the best she could get. That is how James worked. He broke her down, and it was only with the arrival of Mark that she was ever rebuilt. To her shock and horror, however, James has returned to her life to break her again, and this time seems all the more capable of doing it permanently.

Removing James' shoe, she is first struck by how pungent the aroma of his feet is. It conjures for her old memories of the home they shared and of the abuses that went on there. Her heart sinks as she stares down at James' uncovered foot and then, to her growing shame, arousal creeps into these feelings as well. The scent is not unfamiliar to her, but her response is changed. The disgust it summons is chased by a dizzying arousal that sweeps over her and leaves her

breathing deep. She hates him and the stink of his feet, but she also couldn't get enough of it.

She removes his sock next, bunching it up and stuffing it into the boot before setting the boot onto the floor beside her. Holding his sweaty foot on her lap, she lifts it carefully in her hands, the skin slick against her fingers and palms. She doesn't enjoy the sensation, but she can't bring herself to refuse him. Somehow, in some way, James demands a level of obedience from her now that he had lacked only a few months before. Her gaze settles on him again, this time curiously, on his impossibly large bulge, and she wonders if anything else about him has changed.

Blushing, she looks away and begins rubbing his feet. It comes back to her quickly, nights spent rubbing his feet absently while he watched sports. He often sat in just his underwear, his tiny penis hardly noticeable, the stink of his feet ripe and unwelcome in her nostrils. She would think about Mark then, and she would fantasize about the life they would live together.

Now, however, James' stench pushes Mark out of her mind. It fills her with James instead, and the old memories return to her in black and white. Colorless, they sap the color from her world. Mark becomes the memory, and James her new reality. It frightens her, the power he possessed over her, and it sickens her to be reduced to this again. It is worse to be kneeling at his feet as she does it, like she is his slave, but no matter how bad it is, the worst part is the subtle joy she takes in serving and smelling him.

James notices and, watching her, grins like a baboon. "Enjoying yourself down there?"

Abigail, briefly lost in her memories, wakes enough to glare at him. His feet are heavy and rough in her hands, but the sweat has dried, leaving only the scent in its place. She feels foggy-headed and horny, but she still hates James, even if she is reluctantly enjoying his feet. With all the venom still in her, which is a lot after two years of abuse, she spits a petty, "No."

James laughs again. "Really? Cause you seemed like you were enjoying it, getting all lost in thought about it. Also, there's that." James pokes at her breasts, where her unrestrained nipples stand at attention, showing through her blouse. Abigail, accustomed to going without a bra while home alone, gasps and blushes before lifting James' foot to hide behind.

"Shut up, you pig."

James shrugs. "What you get for not wearing a bra. Anyway..." Lifting his foot, James jams it into Abigail's face and watches her sniff him quickly before recoiling. At no point in this exchange does she ever stop rubbing his feet, the task which he had ordered her to do. "But this should keep you focused: kiss my feet."

Abigail, staring him in the eyes, breathes him in one last time before pressing him to her lips. She kisses him reluctantly, driven by an animal desire to obey the man whom she sees as her alpha male. Lips pressed firmly to the underside of his foot, she understands her powerlessness in his presence and the arousal she feels before him. James frightens her, but he also compels her to obey on a primal level. He is a large man and physically powerful, and all women want to

be wanted. She hates him, she reasons, but she also has to protect herself, and her arousal is just another way of protecting herself.

None of that, however, explains to her why she licks her lips after she stops kissing his foot.

"There's a good girl," James says, his eyes hollow ice. "Now you're finally being honest with yourself. Why not go ahead and lick my foot, too."

Still staring him in the eyes, and now glaring daggers at him, too, Abigail holds him steady and parts her lips to taste him. She licks him slowly and with reluctance, but she feels her skin break out in goosebumps when her tongue makes with his foot. The taste is not quite how she imagined it would be. Though she is familiar with his scent, she had never made it a habit to kiss or taste his feet. Licking her lips had given her a sample, but the full flavor is rich and earthy, with a hint of salt at the start of it.

His feet, clearly unwashed, are not as unpleasant to the tongue as she imagined they might be. They taste, she realizes, quite a bit like they smell and the longer she was exposed to his scent, unfortunately, the more welcome that is becoming for her, too. Abigail wouldn't go so far as to say that she enjoys it, and the humiliation is not lost on her, but she had expected worse from it and is pleasantly surprised with what she is getting.

She licks him from the arch up to his toes and there, to her surprise, has his toes stuffed into her mouth. Laughing, James holds his toes there to soak on her

tongue. The flavor is stronger now, Abigail finds herself growing drunk on it. The dizzying arousal he produces in her becomes much more pronounced. The room begins to sway gently as she stares him in his hollow eyes and, when she tries to remove his toes from her mouth, he holds firm, so she settles on suckling them while rubbing his feet.

James' smile is vicious, a small cut across his face. "You can glare all you like, Abigail, but I can see the truth written all over your face. You love sucking my toes."

Abigail groans, intending to communicate her disgust. Unfortunately, it sounds distinctively like arousal and, with her nipples hard, even she isn't sure how she feels about it anymore.

James lets out a rough laugh. "Your little cuck ever make you suck his toes?"

Abigail frowns. Removing him from her mouth with his permission, she smacks her lips and says, "He isn't a cuck. And no, he doesn't treat me like this."

James' good mood soured briefly. Lifting his foot, he shoves his big toe back into her mouth to silence her and waits until she starts sucking again to speak. Abigail, overcome by fear and arousal, does it quickly, slurping his big toe while staring him in the eyes. "He IS a cuck, and you'll call him that from now on, quiet it?"

Abigail mewls quietly around his toe, slurping softly as he removes it. She continues to kiss his foot as he moves it along her face, sometimes parting her lips to allow a quick lick. At this point, she acts on instinct, desperate to calm his growing temper, though her arousal undoubtedly enhances her performance. She hates the way he demeans and degrades her but is also powerless to stop it, and this new command is undoubtedly planted deep into her brain, so she salivates on his foot to keep herself quiet.

James watches her with interest as she gives herself over to drooling on him. Her arousal is obvious from the way she moves and the way she holds him so gently to her face. She makes out with his foot while staring him in the eyes, and James stares back. "And of course he don't make you do shit like this. He's too much of a pussy."

Abigail, panting, frowns again and takes a break from licking him to murmur, "He's good to me."

James laughs at that. "He's pathetic."

Frown turning to a glare, Abigail snaps, "He's more of a man than you are."

Another laugh, though this one is bitter, and James adjusts his heavy manhood before stuffing her mouth full of foot again. "We'll see about that." He saws his foot into and out of her mouth before removing it entirely. "For now, though, you got another foot to take care of."

Still glaring, Abigail obeys. She lets him remove his right foot from her mouth while taking his left foot onto her lap. Like with the first, she unlaces his boot and lets the stench of his sock wash over her. This time, she breathes more deeply of him, being careful not to sniff him but taking pleasure in his musky, masculine stench. Then, pretending to grimace, she removes his sock and tucks it carefully into his boot before setting the boot aside. This time, the sweat feels good against her skin, and she takes to rubbing him with a hint of excitement.

James wastes no time in taking charge. She hardly has his boot off before he pins his foot to her face. Understanding without a word, Abigail begins kissing his foot and is soon licking him and salivating on him like a wild animal. This time, there is more sweat left, and he tastes saltier than before, but the pungent, almost cloying flavor is enough to fog her mind further. She nearly lets out a moan, she has come to enjoy it so much.

Watching with a smile, James sips his soda and feeds her his toes. Abigail, with her eyes closed, sucks them readily and even goes so far as to run her tongue between each toe. This display of submission, unexpected but entirely welcome, shocks James, who gives a subtle gasp before whispering, "Fuck, that's hot."

Abigail smiles briefly, forgetting herself to his words. His praise is forbidden and hard-earned, and though she re herself shortly, it does nothing to undermine the pride she feels. She does manage to frown, though, as he continues staring at her, his bulge appearing somehow larger.

Once his toes are wet, James finishes the soda completely and then shakes the

empty can at her. He burps to draw her attention and then says, "Get me another."

Abigail sighs and sets his foot aside on the floor. Standing, she takes the empty can and goes to the recycling before grabbing another. This one she opens before entering the room, and as she hands it to James, she says, "The cuck won't like this." She winces as she says it, expecting a reprimand, but finds James smiling instead. She is on her knees rubbing his feet before she realizes why, and then her cheeks burn with shame afterward.

"The cuck, huh?"

Abigail's frown deepens. "Shut up."

"Well, if he doesn't like me drinking his sodas, then he is really going to hate this: stand up and strip naked. Remind me what I'm getting when I take you back."

"Fuck off, James," Abigail snaps, but she stands. She has her blouse off before she can think to refuse him and has her pants open immediately after that. As if driven to obey him by some unknown force that she calls instinct, she has her pants down around her ankles in seconds. Her panties follow, wet at the crotch and clinging gently to the short hairs of her pussy. She moves to cover herself after but stops at a click of James' tongue.

"Now, now, I'm taking you back, ain't I? That means that pussy and everything attached to it belongs to me, and I want to see it. So, stand still and with your hands by your side, slut."

Again, Abigail obeys, standing with her hands at her side and her heavy breasts on display. Abigail is a thick woman, well-built and strong, with wide hips and broad shoulders. Her weight is localized to erogenous zones-her breasts, her ass, and her thighs. Her stomach is flat from a mixture of exercise and good genetics, and in her arousal her nipples stand out, pink and puffy, on her pronounced bosom.

She tries to glare at him but finds it futile. James only smiles in response, slurping his soda loudly as he examines her. His gaze lingers on her wet pussy, the short hairs of her mound dripping with her dew. With that seen, she can no longer feign disgust. Her arousal is showing, and that is her greatest shame so far. He licks his lips, and she imagines him licking her.

"Fuck,Abigail, I forgot what a fine fucking body you got. Bring it over here and let me get a good look at it."

Abigail moves quickly, stopping beside him before she has time to consider a response. When she does open her mouth to speak, she chokes. His hands are rough upon her skin and immediately find purchase on her. He holds her by the waist first, his heavy palms and calloused hands scrapping roughly across her smooth skin. Mark's hands were small and soft, almost feminine. James' hands were all man.

He cups one of her breasts and teases the nipple, and then he does the same to the other while she bites back a moan. His pawing is clumsy and without art, but it is that very animal quality that arouses her to begin with. Everything about James contrasts sharply with Mark's more measured, gentle approach. She grows wetter, however, preferring James in the moment, even if she won't it it to herself.

James cups her ass next, giving it a firm, hearty squeeze before punctuating with a slap. "You've put on weight." Abigail's cheeks go red as she fixes a horrified frown on him, but James only laughs in response. "Nah," he says, swatting her ass a second time before squeezing her meaty thighs. "You look good! Better than ever, even!" Parting her legs, he runs two rough fingers along the cleft of her vulva, and then he eases into her.

Abigail groans. Holding him by the wrist, she seizes, climaxing despite herself as his fingers sink in to the knuckle. James watches her shake and shiver on him with a chuckle. She wets his fingers before settling and, with the added lubrication to help, James begins to slowly saw his fingers in and out of her. Turning his cold eyes on her face, he asks, "Did you just fucking come?"

Abigail, hands on his wrist, nipples pink and swollen, blushes and glares. "Shut up!"

Holding his finger buried into her depths, James sets his drink calmly on the ground before standing to strike her again. He smacks her across the face this time, two times, while keeping himself held inside of her. The pain of his rough hands against her pretty face mixes with the pleasure of his rough digits inside of her. She flexes around him and, in the coming, breathless moments, she isn't sure where one ends and the other begins.

She moans in a second climax.

"Watch your fucking tone. You can talk to your cuck that way if you want, but you can't talk to me like that."

Cheeks aching and eyes watery, Abigail breathes through the aching pleasure with a whine. A single finger from James, she realizes, feels better to her than Mark's hardest erection. Panting, she murmurs, "I'm...I'm sorry, James."

James grunts, staring at her privates. "Damn right you are," he says, thumbing her clit and edging her toward a another orgasm. She shakes as he traces his thumb through her pubic hair with distaste. She keeps it short, trimming it more now than she ever did for James, but it still doesn't please him. He turns a glare on her and feels her tighten around him in fear. "Cuck don't make you shave?"

Abigail shakes her head while suppressing a moan. "No. He doesn't treat me like you do."

James allows a low, ruthless laugh. "You mean that he cause he ain't a man." James punctuates this by moving his fingers, twirling them slowly inside of her. Abigail moans in response, rolling her hips against him without meaning to. His arrogance swells with each movement of her hips, and she can feel it, but she is powerless to resist him. The pleasure is too great. "Bitches like you should be smooth and hairless for their men."

Moving his free hand, James seizes her by the ribs and pulls her to him as he sits. Abigail stumbles toward him, nearly falling onto him before catching herself on his big shoulder. Staring down at him, she watches him pull one of her teats straight into his mouth and give it a suck. A smile spreads across his face as he nurses her sloppily and, as his mouth wets her flesh, a moan parts her lips.

"Least you got a fine fucking body, though." James withdraws his fingers and wipes them on her belly before giving her another sharp swat across her rear. This time, the pain translates as pure pleasure and leaves her cooing and clutching his shoulders with both hands. The dizziness returns, causing her world to sway, giving it an unreal haziness that both confuses and delights her. She smiles down at him in mixed arousal and bewilderment, even caressing his head briefly before she catches herself. "But, I ain't here to make you feel good. Get on your knees, Abigail, I'll show you what a real man looks like."

Abigail obeys breathlessly, falling to her knees and blinking a few times before she can herself. She stares up at him in a daze, James looking very much as he always has to her: fat and disgusting. The only difference is that his crotch looks proportionally as fat as him, and that doesn't disgust her at all. In fact, if anything, it heightens her arousal and helps to reframe his rotund body for her. It adds a symmetry to him that was missing only a few months ago.

"The cuck is plenty man," she whispers quietly, still clinging desperately to who she believes she is and should be. James' laugh, however, shakes her to the core. A smack to the face silences her and leaves her reeling. She holds her cheek as he stares her down.

"Yeah, Abigail? That why he's a cuck?"

Abigail frowns and sobers, her love of Mark coalescing into a nugget of indignation in her core. It settles in the storm, anchoring her to herself. "He's not a cuck," she snaps. "Not yet, anyway. You said it yourself, he took me from you, didn't he? So, if anything..."

Her words die with a tug of her hair and a hard blow across her cheek. Another follows shortly before he stares her, hard, in the eyes. The feigned humor that hid his rage is entirely gone now, and the old James has taken over. Cold fury linies his voice as he growls, "Not for long."

Dragging her by her hair, James pins Abigail's face to his crotch and holds her there. His dense manhood is warm against her cheek, even through his jeans, and soothes some of the ache left by his rough hands. She can smell him, too, his powerful, musky scent familiar but uncharacteristically pungent. It leaves her dizzier still and, holding him by his meaty thighs, she breathes deeply of him on instinct.

"You're about to see who the real cuck is!" With one hand holding her in place, James uses his other hand to undo his jeans. The button comes open, and the zipper seems to glide open in slow motion. His stench grows stronger, burning her nostrils and filling her with fire. Then, opening his fly, James pins her to his briefs and holds her to his blazing hot cock. Inside, she can feel his thick pubic hair and, nestled among it, an impossibly large manhood.

"James!"

Taking her by the hand, James guides her into his underwear to feel him. Her fingers find him, and his heat and girth force the air from her lungs. Only months before, James had been modestly endowed at best, but there is nothing modest about what her fingers find. She takes hold of him, marveling, stammering, and pulls him out, and his long, fat shaft comes into view to tower over her like a god. She stares up his enormous shaft breathlessly, words caught in her throat. After breathing him in and holding him by the root, all she can say is, "Holy shit."

James is massive. Limp, she imagines he would be larger than Mark's best day. Fully erect, he appears to be nearly a foot in length and easily thicker than any man Abigail has ever been with. Her fingers do not even meet around him, he is so fat, and lowering his briefs, she steals a peek at his testicles which are ridiculously hairy and of matching proportions. She releases the band of his briefs and lets it snap back to the base of his enormous cock. "James, whenwhere-how-You weren't like this when we were dating."

James grins. "Things change, slut." Holding her by the hair, he pins her to his dick and rubs her along his length. Abigail is struck by how hard and warm he is and also by how strong his scent has become. She has smelled him before, tasted him before, and while it is familiar, it has never been so strong. She loves it. "So, what do you think, Abigail? Cuck got a dick like this? He even half my size?" James buries her back into his pubic hair to let her breathe him in while he speaks. When she moans, however, he lifts her to smack her gently back into reality. "Answer me, cunt!"

"No," she whines, breathing him in. He returns her to his pubic hair, and Abigail

pants into him. Lips open, she tastes him, his flavor combining with his powerful scent. Abigail doesn't drink, not after what it did to her mother, but she imagines that this is how being drunk feels. She is loose and dizzy, and losing her inhibitions, she moans and holds him tight, afraid to let him go. "No, James, the cuck's penis isn't anything like yours!"

James chuckles and releases her, watching her salivate on his pubic root and staring in awe as she breathes him in of her own desire. "Yeah? He bigger?"

Abigail snorts a laugh before sitting up. Holding him now in both hands, she stares fixedly at his shaft. Her eyes sparkle with delight, and a subtle grin lingers on her face. Like a child with candy, she just can't stop smiling. "No, James. No, no, you're much, much bigger than he is." Holding him, she strokes him once, enjoying the way his rigid warmth fills her palms. "You're so much bigger."

Still holding her by the hair, James grins and drags Abigail around. Wherever he moves her, she holds his dick and keeps her eyes fixed on it. It was like she was entranced by him. Throbbing and pulsing, aroused by the power he has over her, James releases her hair and shoves one of his big thumbs into her mouth. In response, Abigail fastens her lips around his finger and sucks him dutifully. Only then does she turn her lust-glazed eyes on his. "You like my big dick, Abigail?"

Abigail responds with a purr as she strokes him. Her movements are full and vigorous, involving her whole body as she slurps his thumb. In two years together, James never seen or made Abigail this horny. She would stroke him occasionally, but only to get him hard, only to get him into her, and even then it was half-interested and with a grimace. This has no grimace, nor any lack of interest. Abigail is fully committed, and she shows it with every movement of her body.

James throbs in her hand as precum gathers at his crown. Spying this, Abigail swipes her thumb over his urethra on her upstroke, smearing his precum along his crown and then carrying it down his shaft. More takes its place, and with continued effort, Abigail manages to work his long, fat shaft to a subtle gleam.

Watching, James laughs. "Would you fuckin' look at you!" Thumb still in her mouth, James lifts himself out of her grasp and smacks her across the face with his sticky cock. Abigail gasps around him and holds him by the root, allowing him control over his fat shaft but still enjoying the way he feels in her hands. Even with two hands around him, he appears both fat and long, and as he moves his balls sway against her wrists, enormous. Staring down at her enamored lust, her cheek sticky with his precum as she holds his jutting shaft in both hands, he grins. "Should've fuckin' know you was a sizequeen slut hungry for a big dick." James rubs his dick along her face now, smearing precum wherever it goes. Abigail indulges him, sucking his thumb and tilting her head, granting him access to her as she whines in pleasure.

Her mind is blank save for the pleasure and the lust. She can hardly think around him, hardly breathe around him, his scent is so pungent now. It sticks to her skin in his precum and it fills her mouth with his thumb. Unbecoming thoughts bounce and echo in her brain. They fill her up and leave her wasted. Her pussy is a hot, wet mess, and all of it because James cock-smacked her. She gasps, and she whines, and she mutters around his finger. "Oh, James, you're so fucking big!"

Now standing, James swats her with his cock again, this time right across the forehead. Abigail stares at it wide-eyed like she is seeing the face of God. "Damn right I am," he says, and he steps clumsily from his pants before removing his thumb from her mouth. Seizing her by the hair, he growls. "And I

need to fucking nut!"

Dragging her up, James moves her and tosses her over the couch. She wheezes, landing hard against her stomach and hanging over the edge at the waist with her ass up in the air. James lines up behind her, holding her hips with one big hand and using his other hand to line up his fat crown. Unsurprisingly, she is wet and yielding, her pussy literally dripping her arousal. James lines up and rubs his cockhead along her gash, and she tenses before he enters her.

Then, Abigail moans. Bracing against the couch, she thinks to move, to fight him until he enters her. He moves slowly, letting her feel each inch of him as he invades her. James isn't like Mark, moving slow to be gentle. Nor is he like himself, going rough and hard to make up for his inadequacies. No, he is like another man entirely. He gives her only a fraction of himself and lets her adjust to him, and as she opens up, she finds new, unfamiliar pleasures as her body comes to life.

Though not a virgin, Abigail feels like one around him. He leaves her wonderfully full, and she feels every inch and ridge of his shaft as he eases into her. Flexing and moaning around him, she welcomes him inside. At half his length she comes, sitting up and crooning, pleasure spilling through her as she wets his shaft. James, now holding her with both hands, chuckles. "Feel good, slut?"

Abigail whines. Holding the edge of the couch, lifting her hips for him to urge him deeper, she feels a line of drool escape her lips. "So big," she groans. "James, you're so big inside of me!"

James laughs. Reaching her cervix, he holds her in place, impaled on his impossibly large dick. "And who is better, Abigail, me or your pathetic little cuck?" Withdrawing slowly, he forces himself back into her with a hard, deep thrust that hammers into her deepest reaches. The force leaves her breathless as he throws her into yet another orgasm.

Abigail's only response is to claw at the couch and howl like an animal. As the orgasm subsides she feels weak and breathless. Arms shaking, she falls forward, landing heavily on her breasts, her nipples burning as shivers of arousal continue through her. James can feel her clinging wetly to his shaft, and he smiles as he takes her by the hair and growls, "Answer me!"

She whines, and then she answers, "You! You are better, James! You're the best!" He releases her, and she falls back onto her forearms, bracing against the couch as he moves inside of her. Each thrust leaves her wheezing with pleasure. "Oh, God, James. You're so good. So deep!"

James moves slowly inside of her, giving hard, deep thrusts and pummeling her poor cervix. The pain it should cause is translated as pleasure by Abigail's confused mind. He can feel her, hooded and opening further, and he tightens his grip on her hips. "There's still more, you know."

"What?" His words sound far away, distorted by pleasure. Abigail chews her bottom lip to breathe through her approaching orgasm. "No. No! No more room."

James laughs. "Oh, we'll make room."

He withdraws like the tide before a tidal wave, leaving only his crown inside of her. Abigail, feeling empty, suddenly realizes his intent. He has been softening her up this entire time and, though the pain felt good, the pleasure that comes might not be enough to mask it anymore. Whining, but ultimately powerless to stop him, she pleads, "James! No! No! Stop! AGH!"

With one herculean thrust, James parts her cervix and fills her womb. His fat crown barrels into the deepest reaches of her, touching her where other men cannot, finding virgin flesh untouched by everyone else. White hot pleasure surges through Abigail in place of the pain she expected and, gushing, she comes across him again, collapsing onto the couch in a pool of her own saliva. "FUCK!"

James laughs, holding himself inside of her and riding out her climax. Soon, her spasms ease and turn to flexing. Abigail groans, whining, urging him to move again, begging him to fuck her. Her cervix is tight around him, hungry in the same way that the rest of her body is. When satisfied, James begins bouncing her on his lap, his fat crown parting her cervix on each return stroke. He gives her short, five-inch strokes that bring her to another mind-altering orgasm in short form. After that, Abigail moves her body to meet him.

"There we go!" James swats her ass. "Work my dick, you slut!"

Abigail, smiling and panting in her pleasure, nods. To this point in her life, Mark had been the best sex she had ever had. He was the first to give her multiple orgasms, the first man she had ever made love to. Comparing him to James, however, Abigail finds him lacking. In every way, James is better. Even the orgasms Mark gave her are vague shadows by comparison to the pleasure of having James in her womb.

Panting and whining, tightening around him, Abigail feels James throb and knows what is to come. He quickens, swelling inside of her, and she groans, head back, shoulders tight, as she rolls into him. "Oh, fuck, James! You're getting even bigger!"

"Bout to nut," he growls, dragging her along his shaft, meeting her thrusts with hard, deep thrusts of his own. His fingers hurt her, bruise her, but all she feels is him.

"Oh. Oh God! Coming! COMING!" Abigail comes first, and her orgasm only grows stronger as he unloads inside of her. Hot, thick semen spills into the deepest parts of her, fogging her brain and overloading her. The last thing Abigail re before blacking out is the rapturous pleasure destroying her brain and the way her throat ached from all of her yelling.

She wakes later with James' cock at rest across her face. He is slick and spent, but he remains long and fat against her forehead. Even limp, he is larger than Mark on his best day and the smell of him, mingling with the wet aroma of her pussy, stirs her up again. She stares blankly at him before turning her attention to her gaping pussy leaking thick smeen across her couch-her prized couch.

James moves her by the hair. "Clean me, slut," he says, and Abigail moans as he eases into her mouth. He is welcome there, their mixed flavor unfamiliar but not unpleasant. She is too tired to fight him, and too drunk on sex to care. His big body casts a large shadow over her, reminding her of his dominion and of the dizzying pleasure he gave her. She tastes him inside of her own flavor and lets him use her mouth like a rag. Licking him all over, she cleans him, and he watches with a smile. "You probably know this, slut, but this is only the beginning. You belong to me, now."

Abigail, staring up at him with eyes as hollow as his, only nods.

James chuckles. "Fucking shameless," he says, and he pulls out and slaps his dick down across her nose. Abigail winces and stares, empty now that he has left her, overcome by pleasure and left numb in its absence.

James steps away, leaving her slouched on the couch, watching him as he dresses. She feels distant, faraway from it all. With the pleasure gone she is empty and tired James puts his briefs on first, and then his pants, and neither does much to hide his incredible manhood, which bulges through them noticeably. He stops in front of her and kneels to look her in the eyes wearing his humorless, crooked grin. It is stitched together with years of anger and resentment. "I'm coming back tomorrow," he says, "and you had better buy the beer I like. Got it, slut?"

Abigail nods, and he stuffs his finger into her mouth to feel her suck it. When she does, he laughs.

"Good girl." Shoving her sideways, James leaves her on the couch, fucked senseless.

Abigail hears the door close and lies there in her own juices for a few more minutes. Then, stretching, she sits up and shuffles her way to the bathroom for a shower. The warm water helps to ease the ache settling into her bones. James was not gentle with her, and he never would be. After two years, it was never easier. She doesn't expect this to be different.

She washes herself and fingers herself, desperate to remove his semen. Her pussy aches and, behind that ache is a deeper hurt. In the steam, she curls up and cries until she is numb again, and then she returns to the living room to clean the couch. Her whole house stinks of James and, to her shame, she enjoys it. She opens the windows though, desperate to forget him for the evening. He will back tomorrow, she knows, and excitement settles alongside the fear.

That evening, Abigail calls Mark a cuck to his face, in front of the girls. He is hurt but he also forgives her, and she avoids trying to call him by his name. At bedtime, she sleeps with her back to him, too guilty to look him in the eyes or to hold him close. Not only had she cheated on him, and not only had she enjoyed it, but when she called him a cuck, she also secretly enjoyed that, too.

A King's Decree

Abigail sleeps restlessly dreaming of James and wakes up sore in the middle of the night. Though the pleasure lingered long after their sex and followed her even into sleep, she could no longer ignore the pain that accompanied it. Without his thick rod filling her, there was only pain left and an emptiness that hurt her heart. Waking early, she ices her crotch before waking her family.

The ice helps her swollen outer lips but does nothing to soothe her throbbing cervix, which he had plugged and stretched so thoroughly the day before. She figures that pain will be with her all day and perhaps longer since James will be visiting her again. This sprouts an unwelcome excitement in her as she starts her day.

She helps Mark with the girls and does well avoiding his name. It isn't until she drops him off for work that she tells him to, "Have a nice day, cuck, I love you!" The worst part was that she says it with a smile and feels horny afterward. Mark's face faults as she says it and, frowning, she offers him an apology that hardly seems to help.

On the way to the daycare, Penelope asks Abigail what a cuck is and listens as Abigail politely stumbles and stammers her way through a half-hearted answer before ignoring the question entirely. Her mind went other places upon arrival and, after dropping both girls off, she drives home in a daze, stopping by a gas station on the way to buy James his beer of choice-Budweiser.

James is waiting for her when she comes home, and her heart hammers at her ribs when she sees him. Reacting on instinct, the ache in her loins eases as she opens up for him. Just the sight of his truck has her wet and eager, and Abigail hates how easy she is for him. She pulls into her drive with erect nipples showing through her blouse.

They watch each other for a few moments, Abigail trying to regulate her breathing, and James looking arrogant. She gets out first, and he climbs from his truck after. They meet on the way to the front door, James cutting across the yard while Abigail follows the sidewalk. He waits behind her on the steps as she unlocks the door, his big frame towering over her, reminding her of the day before and the pleasure she felt. She glances at his crotch as she re, and she smiles to find him still packing.

James' gaze roams over Abigail freely, stopping briefly at her heavy breasts and thick rear. Abigail smiles and opens the door, guiding him inside and going to the fridge to store his beer. James follows her, leering, watching as she bends at the waist for him to put the beer away. When she stands, they make eye , and he grins. "You got me my beer."

Abigail nods silently, not trusting her words. She finds James far more attractive today than she did the day before. Every time she finds a flaw, an image of his gigantic cock comes to mind to dispel her complaint. He is a big man, and his big cock really helps to make him seem symmetrical.

James laughs. "Not even trying to pretend you ain't my slut no more." Reaching

out, James squeezes her plump rear roughly. His hard hands bring her hard pleasure that reminds her of the finger marks left on her hips the day before. That, in turn, reminds her of the subtle stains on the couch which she couldn't get out, which then leads her to thinking about how deeply he fucked her. All of it, of course, only serves to arouse her more.

She bites back a moan.

James swats her rear next. "Go ahead and bring me one of the cuck's sodas while we wait for my beer to get cold, and tomorrow, have cold beer ready for me."

Abigail nods and moves to obey. She had not entertained that he might visit her again after today and the thought, while not surprising, is unwelcome. Somehow, she had imagined he would only see her twice, ruin her twice, and then disappear. It was never likely to happen, but she chose to believe it would happen. His plans, however, are clearly different from hers.

When Abigail enters the living room, she finds James sitting spread-legged on the couch with his shoes off and his bulge framed by his thick, tree-root thighs. She stops to stare breathlessly at him before moving to his side. Opening the soda, she offers it to him demurely.

Abigail hates the power he is exercising over her and still hates him. Dark memories surface around James, but the deep-dicking he gave her the day before also gives them light. The problem is that she finds him repugnant and vile, and even looking at him can see his every flaw in perfect detail. His big dick doesn't

so much as make him handsome as it gives him an excuse to be ugly. Why would he need to be thin when he can fuck my cervix open, Abigail wonders, and she has no good answers.

James takes the soda and says, "On your knees, slut."

Abigail obeys, kneeling at James' feet and feeling slighted that she didn't get to remove his shoes herself. James catches her staring at his feet forlornly and lifts one foot up onto her lap, wiggling his toes at her as he speaks. "Go ahead and get to work. Do what it is you know you want to do."

Abigail nods, shaking, and removes his sock. The smell of him hits like a smack in the face, more pronounced today than it was the day before. She breathes deeply of him without thinking before taking to rubbing his feet. Today, she tells herself, she won't give him the satisfaction of drooling on his feet like a dog. Today, she will rub his feet but only because she has to, and that will be humiliation enough.

She just finishes that thought when James, smiling, lifts his foot to her face. He holds the face of his foot to her nose and pins it there, forcing her to breathe him in. His pungent stench fills her and leaves her dizzy, as it did the day before. Images of his hard dick come to her, unwelcome, and phantom pleasures spread through her, too. The dull, painful aching in her loins transforms entirely as she hoods for him. Dewy pleasure gathers on her vulva.

"I told you to do what you wanted," James says after a loud, wet burp. He

wiggles his toes against her forehead. "And we both know you want to do more than kiss my feet."

Abigail breathes him in a second time. She wants to argue but has been shown the futility of that. If James' dick is the carrot, she reasons, then his rough hands are the stick, and she far prefers the carrot. Both will happen, she is sure, but she wants to exert what control she can over her own life.

Shifting his foot, James parts her lips and flattens her nose to her face. She snorts to breathe around him, and James laughs as his dick swells in his pants. "Look at you, you fucking pig. Stop pretending and get on with it. Lick and suck my feet like the little piggy you are, slut."

Abigail obeys with a sigh, kissing his foot first and then, as he gives her space to move, licking the arch. The flavor remains familiar, though not as pungent. She knows what to expect today and accepts it readily. Opening her mouth, she drools on him, licking her way around his foot and sucking on the ball before tonguing her way up to his toes. Those, she stuffs into her mouth and takes to licking thoroughly, one by one, as he had enjoyed the day before.

Abigail forgets herself to the taste of his toes until he removes them entirely from her mouth. Tossing the empty soda at her, he burps and orders her to fetch him a beer next. Moving in a daze, Abigail sways as she picks up the can and takes it to recycling. Her head hasn't cleared by the time she comes back with an open beer and slips it into his hand. James regards her with a smile and swats her on the ass before returning her to her place.

Next, Abigail is given his left foot, which she takes to more willingly. She removes his sock quickly and even smells the underside of his foot before showering him with kisses. James doesn't have to order her this time; his expectations are clear. Still, Abigail shows increasing enthusiasm as she licks and sucks him, and she even stares him in the eyes as she tongues his toes.

Staring up James' legs, Abigail feels strangely giddy. With his toes in her mouth, fogging her head and filling her with want, she finds her opinion of him slowly shifting. She looks at his hairy legs with feminine approval and, feeling like a teenage girl again, steals glances at his manhood. They make eye , and she is rooted, drawn in by his cold, cruel eyes. No matter how hard she hates him, Abigail cannot deny the dangerous beauty of those eyes.

James smiles and is glad to see an echo of a smile in Abigail. In two years, he had been unable to break her. Today, however, he had her licking his toes in a matter of minutes. In ways, he is disappointed in her. He had expected so much more from her and yet, his pants are tight with his arousal because, as disappointed as he might be in her, he is equally proud of himself.

Her foot rubs are, for him, the best indicator of her obedience. When living together, Abigail would rub his feet once a week or so. It was not done in submission but out of a desperate, pathetic desire to make them work as a couple. She thought that kindness toward him would produce kindness in him, but she had underestimated the rage that James carried. Even when she did realize it, Abigail didn't give up. To James' shock and surprise, she escaped him.

This foot rub is different. While not submission, it is on the road to it. James hasn't broken her yet, and he knows it. He can see defiance in her eyes, a subtle spark that everything will be okay. Even if she doesn't believe it consciously, she

is holding onto hope, but James has seen her resistance and knows that she will not win. This time, he is assured of victory. Her wet mouth around his toes is all the proof he needs. This time, there is no escaping him.

Moving his foot, James wiggles his toes in her mouth before withdrawing them completely. Lifting it, he stuffs his heel into her face and makes her lick his callouses. She does so absently, thoughts abandoned in the face of his dominion. Abigail, to protect herself, empties herself and lets her body move. She tastes him, and she moans without thinking.

James laughs. "Yeah? Like that, Abigail?"

Abigail, returning to herself, glares at James. Still kissing and licking him, she frowns against him. "Of course not, James! This is disgusting. I just can't," slurp, "refuse you."

James gives another laugh, this one high and without humor. "Funny, cause I didn't hear you complaining yesterday when I was fucking you."

Abigail's glare sharpens even as memories of his fat dick warm her loins. The sex had been incredible and, by this point in the morning, the pain is all gone. James' presence has turned the lingering, dull aching in her womb into an echo of pleasure, a ripple that is spreading endlessly through her on constant repeat. She hates him but, slurping his foot, she cannot deny how well he fucked her.

Knowing this, James undoes his pants and reveals himself. Abigail greets him with a gasp and watches him stroking himself, his dick looking almost normal in his big, rough hands, but she has held him before and knows that there is nothing normal about him. Shifting his weight, he lifts his big, hairy balls into view, and Abigail is struck by their beauty. "James!"

"Looks like you're changing your tune now. Two years, and all you ever was was a size queen."

Abigail whines against his foot. "I'm not a size queen! You're just so big!"

She continues licking him in a confused delirium. James is aware of the strange effect he has on her and is even abusing it, of that she is sure, but she cannot understand anything else. For two years he abused and berated her. No length of wrist-thick cock should reduce her to this, and yet the sight of him alone leaves her in reverent awe awaiting his command. As a teenager, Abigail respected intellect above all else but gave herself to a man without any. After Penelope, she prized attention and found that initially in James. Addison taught her to appreciate kindness, which is what she found in Mark.

However, James is neither kind nor intelligent. Struggling to finish even high school, he has nothing clever about him, nor does he work hard in any way. What he does have, however, is eleven-and-a-half inches of wrist-thick cock and fat, hairy balls heavy with the richest sperm she has ever tasted. Standing, he rests those balls on her forehead and reduces her to a mewling puddle at his feet. She hates him but, staring up at his mammoth shaft, she cannot think of anything bad to say about him at all.

It isn't that he is made better by his cock or that she likes him any more because of it. No, everything she hates about him remains and, if anything, his bigger cock has only makes him worse. He remains the same simple-minded, racist, chauvinist pig she left, and he deserves neither her commitment nor her obedience. Every aspect of him, from the way he looks to the way he stinks, is something to be reviled, and yet she doesn't revile them. Looking at him, at his length and his girth, at his hairy balls, and tasting his toes in her mouth after licking between them, she can hardly think at all.

James hasn't changed at all, but Abigail has. She is compelled to obey him by some invisible force. Yesterday, she called it fear and instinct. James is a big man, towering over her, capable of hurting her, and he has a big cock that is capable of bringing her pleasure. To prevent pain, she had to endure pleasure, and as she endured pleasure, she developed an affinity for it. Pleasure during rape is not impossible nor completely uncommon and often has long-term psychological effects on the target, and yet Abigail knows for certain that this isn't rape in the conventional sense.

It isn't fear that compels her, though she does fear him. She isn't sure that it is his cock, either. From the moment he appeared at her door yesterday, she has moved on instinct at the sound of his voice, an unknown force guiding her. Nothing about him has changed, and there is nothing she can point to. He remains repugnant, repulsive, and awful, but her reaction to him is completely transformed by this force which moves her at his command and arouses her at his appearance.

The sight of James standing over her, stroking himself, however, is enough to confirm one fear. Whatever she might feel for James, for her sudden and powerful attraction to him, and for her need to obey him, Abigail may very well

be a size queen. Though she had never given much thought to penis size until the day before, when James revealed his massive manhood to her in the living room, but she cannot deny the powerful effect the revelation did have over her. Her arousal, though borne in part out of her submission and by the strange force that moves her, is made all the more pronounced in the presence of his dick, which seems to steal all reason from her.

Kneeling now, staring at his shaft and at his fat, hairy balls, Abigail feels herself dissolving, fading away. James had filled her so full yesterday and given her orgasms like she has never experienced before, and they both know it. No matter how she pretends or fights it, it is like James knows her every thought and desire. She stares into his eyes, and he stares into her soul.

Reaching down, James takes her by the hair and drags her to the couch. Sitting spread leg, his bare ass on the fabric, James pulls her face-first into his crotch. His heavy shaft comes to rest across her slender nose. Holding her in place with one hand, he holds his dick by the base with the other, and swats it down against her forehead. Abigail winces but does not fight it. Staring cross-eyed at his gargantuan length, a part of her even enjoys it.

Holding her in place, James smiles. "Like that, slut?" He swats her a second time, and then a third, and then he buries her into his pubic hair to breathe him in. "You better get used to it, cause you'll be down there a lot from now on."

Held against his hot cock-root with her face buried into his pubic hair, Abigail finds herself grateful for the changes in her. If she is to be made his slut and slave, she figures that enjoying it is better than the alternative. She can still hate it, and hate him, but appreciate the fine features of his thick, veiny shaft and its rigid warmth against her skin. What exists between them, she rationalizes, is

entirely animal. She doesn't know how he can control her, but she does understand the appeal of his fat manhood and can appreciate it as a sexually aware woman.

Breathing him in, his heat seeps into her skin and into her brain. She imagines his impossible length in her mind and wonders how much her pride ever even meant to her. If she is honest with herself, which is hard to do on days like this where she feels like a slut, she has been unhappy and proud her entire life. Yesterday, she experienced the purest, most honest joy she has ever known, and she experienced at the hands of a man who is inferior to her in almost every way. Even now, she can taste James' foot in her mouth, and it arouses her. His hard dick promises her even more pleasure, and all she has to do is let go of her silly pride.

Pulling her back again, and still holding himself by the root, James swings his dick sideways, into her face. He does this twice more before switching sides, holding her in place, and swatting her on the other cheek. Abigail stares up at him as he does, her blue eyes fixed on his colder, distant blue eyes. She endures the shame and revels in the shock of it. The further he degrades her, the less she has to lose in submission. Each strike of his dick frees her to enjoy him more, and staring down his fat shaft, she wants that freedom.

Finally, he punctuates his cock blows by slapping himself down across the bridge of her nose again. Then, with his cock at rest across her face, James smacks her with one of his big, rough hands. Her cheeks go red as he hits her on both sides of the face, but he keeps each blow gentle. It is to wake her and to reinforce his control, and though she winces, she is also aroused. James gives her no warmth as he stares at her, though, and he makes his hatred clear. She hurt him, and though he intends to fuck her into submission, there will be no love in it.

"Kiss my dick, Abigail."

"Yes," she whispers, and she puckers her lips to kiss him across the shaft. James drags her along his manhood, to his crown, and holds her there with her puckered lips pressed to his urethra. Hot precum spreads across her lips, seeping into her mouth and gathering against her teeth. It is surreal to taste him like this, though she is familiar. She can still smell herself on him, another echo of how he defiled her body, and the pleasure echoes in her, too.

James grins and keeps Abigail there, lips pressed firmly to his cock, precum seeping slowly through her lips. "Look at you, kissing my dick, staring at it like it's all you ever want. You're a slut, Abigail, a size queen slut, and you're MY size queen slut. You can live with your cuck, play house with him. Hell, you can spend all day here pretending to love him, but you don't belong to him, and you ain't his. You are mine, Abigail, and you always have been. Never forget that. No matter what you do in life, no matter where you go, deep down you ain't nothing but a shameless, cock-hungry slut, and all you're good for is sucking my dick and licking my toes when I'm bored and horny."

Abigail, kneeling before him, tasting him, staring at him, internalizes every word. Thanks to the unknown force which compels her, James commands an inordinate amount of power in her life. His cock alone is enough to leverage her full obedience, but even without it she would have to obey. His decree, she knows, is absolute and condemning-she is his; there is no escape.

Realizing this, she takes comfort in his words. The more he degrades her, the

more free she becomes. James' decree, then, frees her to live happily with Mark while also enjoying James' superior endowments. She can despise James and hate everything he stands for while also looking forward to his visits and to the pleasure he will visit upon her body daily. She can belong to him completely and still live her normal life.

Understanding her situation, and accepting it, she nods her head. James, meanwhile, grins. "Then tell me, Abigail. Tell me that you're my size queen slut."

Taking hold of him with both hands, Abigail strokes him reverently before speaking. Cockhead at rest against her chin, urethra still leaking on and into her lips, she purrs, "Mm. James, I am your size queen slut."

James slaps her again, this time harder, and Abigail winces in response. "Damn fucking straight you are. I am your master!"

It degrades her, it demeans her, and so it frees her further. She is nearly dripping with arousal as she chews her bottom lip. "You are my master."

James smacks her again and laughs as she moans. "You belong to me."

"I belong to you."

James growls. "Fuck!" With her hair still knotted around one of his big hands, James moves her and reaches down to cup one of her big breasts. Abigail rarely wore bras around the house and favored the freedom granted by bare breasts. Though she has a shirt, she has nothing else to cover her body or hide the swell of her nipples. James crushes her breasts to her body with his overactive pawing. "Fuck, your tits have gotten so fucking fat since we broke up." He swats one of her breasts and watches it sway. Releasing her hair, he yells, "Stand up and strip naked! I want to see your slut body again!"

Abigail, drunk on him, purrs as she stands. Within seconds, she has her clothes piled on the floor beside her. All of her life, Abigail has been as thin as a string. It wasn't until she gave birth to Penelope that she began to fill out, and even then, she didn't adopt a truly womanly appearance until Addison was born. Since then, she has filled out considerably and felt embarrassed because of it. She enjoyed her waifish figure before, and all the fat that gathered on her bones post-child birth had been disgusting and unwanted until today. Staring at James' hard dick, swollen with authority and arousal, is enough to comfort her and leave her feeling sexy.

She stands as she did yesterday, with her hands at her side, displaying her body to James. He owns her and, at this point, she cannot see the point in fighting him. Standing naked before him is small compared to what he has made her do so far and seems almost innocent to her. Besides, she can still taste his precum in her mouth and on her teeth, and so her mind is fogged with a dizzying arousal that leaves her willing and eager.

This pride is ruined, however, when James' eyes fall upon the valley of her womanhood tucked between her legs. Though still hard, he balks at the sight of the short, neatly trimmed hairs there. Reaching forward, he swats her pussy hard

before seizing her by the waist and pulling her to him. Years ago, on their first date, James had made a joke about her having so much pussy hair even as he begged her for a fuck. Yesterday, he had made his disapproval for her pussy hair known. Today, with hair remaining, Abigail realizes that she has disrespected him in keeping it and whimpers as he holds her tightly by the hips.

"The fuck is this, Abigail?"

Abigail moans. She can hear his anger, feel it in the way he holds her, but she also feels arousal in the pain. His big fingers leave bruises on top of the bruises he already left there and, staring down at him, she can feel the hurt transmuting into joy. His eyes are cold and uncaring, but his dick is still hard. She places a hand on his big shoulder while staring in animal want at his manhood. "My wet pussy," she offers.

James allows a small smile before smacking her pussy again. She nearly comes from the impact and parts her legs as he traces his thumb through her pubic hair. Finding her clit, he crushes it with his thick thumb and lets her climax across his palm. She has to hold his shoulder for as her legs go numb around him. Slow, panting whimpers escape her as she stares at him. "Your wet, HAIRY pussy," he says, examining her puffy folds with critical disdain. "I told you to shave that shit off."

Abigail, who hardly feels like she is in control of herself anymore, has a sharp memory of the day before. It was, after all, a day that will forever change her life. James had insulted her pubic hair, as he had on her first date, and he had used that insult to also insult Mark, but he had at no point ordered her to shave. ing that, she shakes her head and murmurs, "No, actually," before another smack leaves her silent.

A second orgasm rocks her and leaves her on the floor. With her legs already shaky, she couldn't stand the second orgasm. Kneeling at his feet, she rests her hands on his thighs while staring up at him, into his cold blue eyes, at his massive, rigid dick casting a long, thick shadow over her. The pain she feels is serving only to be another form of foreplay to her.

"I did," he growls. He stands, his mammoth dick swaying over her. Moving her, he pins her face into the floor and then holds her there with one of his big feet. The smell of him surrounds her as she is forced into the hardwood. Fear sprouts in Abigail, blossoming among a garden of arousal. She has to fight to keep from smiling as she endures his violence and abuse. "And now I'm telling you again: I don't do sluts with hairy pussies. So, you go take care of that nasty shit, or you don't get my dick anymore!" To emphasize his point, James leans over and smacks her on her exposed ass.

Abigail moans and, moving her head as much as she can, kisses his foot. When released, she rushes to the bathroom to shave. She trims her pubic hair before wetting it again, and then she shaves herself clean. Though she is moving quickly, she makes sure not to knick herself or to ruin her pussy for James' viewing pleasure. A burning arousal directs her, focusing her efforts in a way she has never experienced before. All of her life at this moment is funneled into her desire to please James, whose only desire seems to her to be that she be smooth and hairless.

When she returns, she is hairless. Her swollen vulva is displayed in all of her arousal, gleaming with water and want. She enters the living room with wet thighs and is glad to find James waiting pantless on the couch. His erection remains proud and large, at rest against his fat belly. She smiles at the sight and then re herself. Stopping before him, she stands with her legs parted to

display her work. James smiles, and she smiles again, preening as she holds her lips parted for him. "Better?"

Her voice is high and feminine, seeking desire. Abigail, though still herself, is a distorted version of herself. Even now, even seeking his desire, she hates him, but her hate doesn't matter. Attraction and lust have overridden every other aspect of her personality. How she feels is that she can hate him later. For right now, she needs to be fucked by him; she needs his cum.

James thumbs her folds experimentally, searching for hairs. Then, he grunts. The power he has over her is enough to satisfy him, but that his abuse still commands respect from her is intoxicating. His cock is steel hard and weeping precum, but he is so intoxicated that he wants to tease her more. Easing his thumb into her, he watches her leak around him. "Good, but I ain't here to watch you shave." Withdrawing his thumb, he sits back and wags his dick at her. "I'm here to get off. So, get down there and show me what a size queen you are."

Abigail, kneeling, nearly falls onto his dick. Holding him by the root with one hand, she nuzzles him while cupping his balls with the other. Then, she strokes him while showering his balls with kisses and licks. Slowly, these kisses and licks make their way up his shaft and to his crown. There is a brief detour as she dances the tip of her tongue along his glans, tasting herself on his unwashed manhood. Then, she stops at his cockhead to kiss his urethra, tasting his precum again, enjoying a flavor she will never forget. His feet had been fleshy but dirty. His dick is raw flesh and sex.

Moaning, she parts her lips around him and eases him into her mouth. It is difficult. Her jaw stretches to accommodate his girth but, like his smacks, the pain arouses her. James is easily the largest man she has ever seen. Staring down

his thick shaft, she can almost believe he is the largest man in the world, and she is sucking his dick. More than that, she is enjoying it. Not only is there a novelty to his size, but there is flavor to him, and aroma, and raw, animal ion. James owns her, and she is serving him eagerly.

Slurping and stroking him, Abigail feels James' heavy hand come to rest on the back of her head and opens her eyes to stare up at him. She has given herself completely to the pleasure of his service and now re who it is she is serving. Staring into James' cold, cruel eyes, she sees no pleasure, only power, and reflecting on their relationship, she isn't sure the two things aren't the same for him.

His short-comings aside, Abigail is enjoying herself. She bobs her head on him, drooling down his shaft, and uses her hands to spread her saliva as she pleases him. The previous day's sex replays in her mind and soon the combined pleasures of his taste and scent have her lust-drunk. Her need for his cum is even stronger now, and she closes her eyes to ride it out.

James gathers her hair to hold it out of her face. Watching her, he draws in deep breath and holds it for a moment before sighing. "Fuck! When'd you learn to suck a dick like that, Abigail? Did your cuck teach you?"

ing Mark and picturing his dick, Abigail snorts a laugh around James' superior length. She removes herself, stroking him still but licking his crown as she gathers her breath. She uses the time to spread her saliva around his shaft, stroking him and working him to a shine as she speaks. "No, James, sucking his cock would teach me nothing about sucking you. He's barely even," she pauses to regard James' dimensions, "Half your size." She kisses his cockhead. "Mm. No. Sucking your dick is completely different."

Holding her hair out of her face, seeing the devotion and desire in her eyes as she sucks him back into her mouth, James groans. Abigail mewls, slurping him lewdly as she continues to stare him in the eyes. James re a time when she refused to suck his dick. He re a time when she would even refuse to share a bed with him. Now, she is drooling on him and desperate to fuck him. He laughs. "Holy fuck, you really are a size queen, aren't you?"

Abigail moans around him. Removing herself reluctantly, she kisses his cockhead. "You told me earlier that I was YOUR size queen slut, ?" Kissing his shaft, she strokes him more between each butterfly peck. Then, moving her hands to the base of him, she stares down his length. "You're so big, James, so long and thick. I don't know how you got this way, and right now I don't really care. I just can't believe I took you inside of me, all of you inside of me. It's just-God!-It's unbelievable!" Then, opening her mouth, she swirls her tongue along his crown as she mewls, gathering his precum and drinking it down.

Like every other part of him, James' taste is nothing new to her, but it may as well be. When dating, Abigail would give him the occasional short-lived blowjob. This amounted to half a dozen or less and each time she stopped once he was ready to penetrate her, and though there is no difference in flavor, today she wishes to feast on him.

The difference, Abigail decides, is in presentation. Though his size adds difficulty, it also adds purpose. James, having fucked her and subdued her, is deserving of a blowjob, and sucking his dick is now worth the effort in a way it previously was not. His thick flavor sticks to her tongue and her cheeks, and his fat shaft stretches her jaw. The taste is entirely the same, but the delivery vector is completely different and superior than before. Tasting him, stroking him, she

feels rewarded in a way that is entirely unfamiliar. In the short time they were together, Abigail had given Mark a few blowjobs and enjoyed each one, but even those were nothing compared to how good it feels to suck James' dick.

In fact, outside of being fucked by James the day before, Abigail has never enjoyed a man's dick so much. Closing her eyes, she rides out the pleasure, bobbing her head with enthusiasm, taking him to the edge of her throat and enjoying the depth each time. His taste, combined with the powerful musk of his manhood, dizzies her. Hands at rest on his fat thighs, using them to herself, she slurps him eagerly with saliva running down her chin, jaw stretched, enjoying him now in this moment more than she ever did during their two year relationship.

James, meanwhile, rests his hand on his head, watches her and allows her to enjoy him. He is impressed with Abigail, with her skill and with the change he has produced in her. While he never doubted her submission, he had expected it to take longer to seduce her. For two years he could hardly get her to look him in the eyes when they fucked, and they had a child together. Now, with eleven-anda-half inches, he has her sucking him like a slut in two days. As a conquest she bores him, but as an example of his power, she is the greatest trophy he can imagine.

She is also doing a great job sucking his dick and, swelling in her mouth, James removes her. Abigail whines as she comes up, eyes glossy and lips swollen. Holding her by the hair, James smacks her once with his open palm and then twice with his dick. He is gentle in his abuse, careful not to hurt her or himself. Abigail, drunk on him, pants and coos while holding her mouth open in an effort to suck him again.

Leaning forward, James rubs his saliva smeared crown across her face and collar bone before thrusting it into her breasts. Abigail follows him with her eyes and, watching him, cups her breasts for him. James, seeing this, smacks his manhood down across her bosom with a wet smack while growling. "Fuck! You are shameless!"

Abigail purrs as James fucks himself against her collar bone. With his warm and hard dick against her, she stares up at him, holding her breasts together still, completely lost to reality. "You're so big," she whines, and she moves herself forward to kiss his pelvis and the underside of his big, hairy belly.

If fear had been her first motivator, it plays no part in her behavior anymore. She is sex-drunk on him and numb to any pain he can visit on her. All she knows now is the pleasure of his big strong hands around her head and in her hair, and all she cares about is the length and scent of his massive cock. Yesterday, he stretched her, and while she has yet to recover, she is desperate to be stretched again.

Equally desperate and swollen to the edge of climax, James drags her to the edge of the couch. Pulling her up as he sits down, his fat dick waves as it falls back onto his big belly. Holding himself, he stares her in the eyes. "Get up here, slut, and ride me!"

Abigail moans, smiling. "Finally!" Straddling him, she hangs her breasts in his face as she holds him by the shaft and guides him toward her. James smiles, too, as he watches the pleasure move across her face. She eases him into her slowly, letting him stretch her inch by inch. James rests his big hands on her ass cheeks, giving one a soft slap as she takes him to half his length. Abigail whines. "Fuck! James, you're so fucking big!"

She comes on half his length and holds there. Then, riding him, she stares at their bodies ed between her legs, her hand still holding half his shaft, her fingers unable to meet around him. His dimensions astound and frighten her, but they please her more, and with a purr, she takes him deeper, stopping only once he hits her cervix.

The day before, he had pushed ed her cervix. He had opened her in ways no other man had or could, and though it hurt her in the morning, it had given her the greatest pleasure of her life in the moment. Holding him there now, and feeling her cervix kissing his cockhead, Abigail knows what she must do. Fear drifts about on the surface of her mind, but euphoria awaits the brave. Bracing against the back of the couch, she draws a deep breath, and then she takes him to the base.

Abigail's orgasm is long and shakes her to the core. She sits on him spasming and quaking for nearly a minute as her body opens for him. Her cervix seemed to suck him in, as if looking forward to his return. Head back, drool runs down her cheek as her eyes grow distant. Like a tidal wave, the orgasm washes over her and swallows her up, and just as it ends, James flexes inside of her and gives her another on the heels of the first. Recovering slowly, she sits breathlessly on him while staring him in the eyes.

James smiles in response. Watching her shiver and whine on his dick, his hands at rest on her rear, James re when they were dating. Abigail's body is perfect, and her wide hips make it easy for her to carry children. She is a breeder, and for a time James had intended to give her another child. Now, he wants to punish her, to break her completely before he considers doing anything like it. Swatting her ass, he growls. "You gonna fuck me or what? I spent our entire relationship doing all the work. Now, it's your turn."

Moaning and whining, Abigail nods. "Sorry, James. You're right. I'm so sorry." Lifting herself with a laborious moan, she falls heavily on him, working her way through dizzying pleasure to bounce on his lap. Her entire body shakes as she rides him in six-inch strokes, climaxing on every other drop. Soon, her legs go numb, but she continues moving, driven by his desire and her desire to fulfill it.

James cups her ass. He doesn't meet her thrusts, but he does guide her movements. When he feels her third big orgasm, he gives her a hard smack as a reward. "About fucking time you pulled your own weight. I've been wanting to watch you ride me for years, and now that you're my slut, I can finally make you do it."

Abigail, holding him by the shoulders, nods. With her arms like this, she frames her bouncing breasts, funneling them for his pleasure. Leaning forward, James sucks one of her pink nipples into her mouth, and she gasps in pleasured surprise.

Squeezing her ass, he growls. "Fuck! Your body got ridiculous while we were apart, completely wasted on that cuck. But that's okay. You got me now, don't you? Gonna let me fuck you whenever I want."

Abigail nods, whining. "Yes. Oh God, yes!"

"That's right. You're just a shameless size slut, following your pussy wherever

you can get the best dick, ain't you?" Taking her by the hair, James pulls her to him. Abigail's legs, numb with pleasure, give out, and she falls on him, shaking in another climax. Holding her lower back with one hand, James thrusts up into her, his fat balls slapping her equally fat bottom. Abigail gasps, wide-eyed, as he takes control, and holds her legs apart for him as he fucks her hard. "And I got the best dick, don't I?" When all she does is whine, James smacks her across the face until she clarifies enough to speak.

"Yes, James! Yes! Your dick is the best!"

Grinding her clit with each upward stroke, James grows fatter inside of her. Squeezing her ass, he moves her along his body, guiding her like he is stroking himself with her pussy. Abigail, leaning against him, moans into his neck as she clutches him. James holds himself inside of her while she shakes on his dick. "And you're gonna keep yourself nice and smooth for me, ain't you?"

"Oh, God!" Abigail groans, breathless with pleasure. Sitting up, she stares into James' cold eyes and smiles as she rolls her hips on him. She flexes around him, like she used to when they were dating, like she had a few times with Mark, and nearly laughs. It feels to her like hugging a cucumber with her pussy. His hairy balls rest, fat and heavy against her ass, and all she wants is for him to come.

James swats her ass. "Answer me, Abigail."

"Yes," she hisses. "Yes! I'll shave! I'll wax! I'll do whatever you want, James. Just keep fucking me." She groans, bouncing on him again. This time, James

holds her by the ass and helps her along, meeting her thrusts as she rides him. Abigail's eyes roll back as she comes with a long wail. "Anything! Coming! COMING!"

James grunts and, swelling inside of her, spews. For the second time in two days, James unloads into Abigail's hungry womb. Grunting, he holds himself inside of her, his crown pressed firmly into the deepest parts of her as she squeezes him with her vulva and cervix. Abigail falls into him wide-eyed, drooling as she drenches his crotch. Her orgasms so far have been tidal waves, but their combined pleasure hits her like a tsunami and drags her under. She forgets who she is with James pulsing inside of her.

It is easily the best orgasm of her life. Seated on top of James, with his fat cock stretching her and throbbing inside of her, Abigail blacks out again. Waking, she finds James still inside of her, holding her ass, shaking it and squeezing it as she stirs. A smile spreads across her face, animal in origin, as she feels his thick, warm seed swelling her insides. He is half-erect but unable to leave her because she is still holding him so tight.

James smacks her lightly across the cheek. "Wakey, wakey, slut." Abigail opens her eyes, blinks. Even half-limp as he is, James remains enormous inside of her. At his smallest, he still far out measures every other man Abigail has ever known. At rest against his big body, with his big dick stretching her and his big, hairy balls pressed tightly to her taint, Abigail feels increasingly like Mark is a joke. James laughs. "Did you fucking out on my dick?"

Abigail groans and nods her head. "Yes," she sighs. She props herself up on her tired arms and lets him nurse her nipples again. A lazy smile spreads across her face as she watches him and, on instinct, she flexes around him, as if trying to

urge him back to full erection.

James releases her gleaming nipples with a pop. "You ever come like that for your cuck?"

Abigail gives a throaty, distant laugh. "No," she sighs. "No, James. Only your huge dick can do that to me."

James swats her ass, drawing another throaty purr from her. "You like my big dick, don't you?"

Abigail, still far away from herself, feels like she is watching herself submit to James. The pleasure he gave her was undeniable, and she is grateful for the distance, for the perspective. For right now, alone with James, she can be his woman like he wants. She can be his slut. Later, she will return to herself, but for right now she is too far gone to reason.

She cups his head with a low moan and nods. "Yes," she hisses.

"Then get down there and show me how much you like it by sucking it clean." Lifting her by the hips, James drops her onto the floor. Abigail moves smoothly, sliding from his lap and to his feet. Kneeling, squatting between his legs, she can feel his thick semen dripping from her like molasses. Her cervix shuts, capturing what it can, and she knows that she will be leaking for hours. In a way, she looks

forward to it.

Holding James' limp manhood by the root, she marvels at his size. Even now, he remains enormous, too thick for her to hold with one hand. She uses her other hand to seize his gleaming shaft and, bending him toward her mouth, takes to sucking him. She can taste herself on him, but only underneath his own powerful flavor. Still sex-drunken, she moans as she sucks him, and she stares him in the eyes, too.

Abigail cleans him thoroughly, her tongue dancing along every inch of his exposed cock that she can find. James, meanwhile, holds her hair out of her face so he can watch her. She seems dutiful in her efforts, if not almost affectionate. Her eyes are glassy as she sucks him, and she holds him carefully in both hands as she strokes the last pearl of his semen onto her tongue and eats it before returning to her work. She even licks his pubic hair and smells their combined scents while there.

When he is satisfied with her work, James releases her hair and shoves her away with one foot. Abigail falls, unhurt but dizzy. "We ain't got all day for you to sniff my dick, bitch. I'm taking you shopping for some proper slut clothes. Go clean up now that I done fucked you stupid."

Abigail, still dizzy, still satisfied, smiles in a distant way. She feels increasingly comfortable being naked and stretched by James, just as she is increasingly comfortable with his abuse. She sits up slowly, the room swaying as she does, and she stretches languidly before standing to obey him. The light is blurred with every color bleeding together.

The first spray of the shower sobers her. James' semen runs down her leg and soaks into the steam, the scent filling the bathroom. Even as her head clears, she enjoys the smell of him in the air, but by the time her shower ends she feels empty and ready for a refill. Holding her vulva, she sighs. "Everything's gone except for what's stuck ed my cervix." She draws a deep breath and then sighs. "Fuck, there's no way I'm not going to get pregnant," and then she thinks of Addison, and she is comforted by the beautiful child they have already made together.

Outside of the shower, she dries and dresses while ing Addison. Abigail doesn't want another child with James. She doesn't even want a child with Mark, though it has been all she could think about for months. The problem is that, comparing Mark's average penis and testicles to James' superior set leaves her feeling less-than-confident that he can measure up. Between the two, she knows who is most-capable and, knowing that, she isn't ready.

Hand against her pelvis, though, she pauses to stare down and her swollen labia. "If things keep going like this, though, I might not have a choice."

She returns to the living room to find James waiting on the couch. He is dressed, which is a small comfort, because his big dick still indents his jeans. There are juices left on the fabric and the floor where he fucked her senseless, and the air smells thickly of their combined pleasure. Abigail feels her cheeks warming as she looks at him. "James? Why are you still here?" Her nipples swell as she stares at him.

James glares at her. "You fucking stupid? I told you we're going shopping!" Standing, he towers over her. Her head stops at his chest, and though she is tall in her own right, Abigail has to look up to meet his gaze. His nostrils are flared until he approaches her, and then an easy smile spreads across his lips. "Maybe I really did fuck you stupid."

Abigail couldn't disagree with that. She re, vaguely, him saying it, though his command doesn't sink in until now. She glances at the clock, and James follows her gaze.

"Oh? You worried about the cuck?"

Abigail meets his gaze and looks away. She can see the anger in him, the violence that haunted her for years. Old memories flow into her, frightening her, but her arousal distorts them. He might hit her, but at this point she would likely enjoy it. The dizzying arousal returns and, meeting his gaze again, she isn't certain what is worse-the fear of being hit or the arousal it will bring.

James smacks her across the cheek before holding her by the throat. Pinning her to the wall, he stares into her eyes. They both have blue eyes, though his are cold and impersonal, filled only with haughty hate. Like everything else about him, this is not something new. James has only ever hated the world. The difference, as usual, is how the hate makes Abigail feel as she finds herself soaked staring at him.

"Listen to me good, Abigail, cause I ain't saying it again. I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck.

About. The cuck." Standing straight, he releases her. "And for the record, I don't give a fuck about the girls no more, either. I ain't here to take you back with me, and I ain't here to be their daddy. I'm here to make you my slut. So, you stay with him. You build yourself your nice little home, and I'll come by and wreck it whenever I'm in the mood, got it?"

Abigail, tears in her eyes and pussy wet, nods while rubbing her throat. "Yes, James. I'm sorry."

"Fucking right you are. Now, go get me the keys so we can buy you some proper slut clothes to wear whenever I come by, cause I'm tired of seeing you dressed like a grandma."

Abigail fetches the car keys for James and follows him to the car. She feels embarrassed, wearing her lowest-cut tee and a pair of shorts. Her nipples stand out through her blouse, showing from arousal and embarrassment. James leads her, his brow heavy and his jaw set. His anger has not abated, but his anger never abates. He is a man running on pure rage and hatred, and for some reason that turns her on.

James drives them to the store, and Abigail watches him on the way. He is imperfect, obese and heavy-featured. Sometimes, when looking at him, she sees a neanderthal. He is all primality, just rage and instinct, and yet that arouses her. She eyes his crotch, his manhood densely packed into his pants, and imagines him hard. Only minutes ago he was inside of her, flooding her, filling her, and already she wants him again.

He leads her again at the store, walking with his hand around her waist. She never let him walk with her like this when they were dating. Now, he holds her like he owns her and, after two days of rough sex with him, Abigail has come to believe that he might. She still loves Mark, but she knows that James' possession of her is absolute. Her inability to refuse him is reason enough, but the pleasure he offers for her obedience is nothing to ignore.

Her breasts ache from how hard he groped her, and so do her hips and ass. She is sure that his big, rough hands have bruised her all over. Her pussy begins to ache, too, as the numb fades. Her legs remain weak beneath her and, heart hammering in her chest, she worries that they might be seen. Mark works at another store, but their town is small, and gossip spreads quickly.

Leading her by the waist, James walks her through the store, straight to women's clothing. There, he stops and begins digging through the racks. No one interrupts them, no one meets them on the way. James is a big man and stands tall above the clothing racks, and Abigail feels small beside him and distinctly feminine.

James talks with her as he shops, and Abigail follows him like a slave. "If you're gonna be my slut, then you gotta dress like a slut." He picks out low-cut tops for her, most of them white and thin enough to show her nipples. He also grabs her the shortest shorts of her life, ones that ride so high that they will hardly hide her bubble butt from view. She had briefly entertained the idea that he would come seeking lingerie to dress her up, but staring at him, she realizes that James would never be so kind.

Once Abigail's arms are full, James takes her by the hair and drags her to a dressing room. There, he shoves her inside before following her in. Abigail unloads what she has onto the seat inside before turning to face him. The

dressing room is small, and she can smell James' sweat thick in the air. Where it was once repulsed her, it now arouses her. She stammers as she stares up at him. "You can't be here."

James laughs and locks the door behind him. Turning to her, he swats her on the pussy, sending a shiver echoing through her body. "Shut up and show me what we got."

Recognizing the futility of arguing, Abigail obeys. She strips naked and models each article for him, letting him narrow the choices. James favors cheap and revealing and touches her whenever he pleases. She picks out a number of lowcut tank tops too thin to be called clothes and a pair of booty-shorts to go with each. When finished, she has a week's worth of slut wear and only a single camisole, and that only because it hangs so perfectly from her breasts.

Then, James makes her strip naked and sits staring at her while she stands before him fully exposed. He turns her, groping her ass and swatting it once while staring up her back at her. "Fucking thick," he says, and he holds her ass cheeks apart. "But shaving won't be enough. I don't even want any fucking stubble, got it?" As he speaks, he thumbs the folds of her vagina, and Abigail has to brace against the changing room walls for . "You're gonna wax, all of it, including your asshole. Don't want this nasty ass hair distracting me when you ride me."

Just the teasing of his thumb has her on the edge of orgasm. Closing her eyes, Abigail imagines people listening outside. James speaks crudely and without room for argument. He has already paraded her around the store like his favorite pet. Now, he is demanding how she should groom for him. She really is his slut now, and she cannot ignore how much that turns her on.

James swats her ass, drawing her back to him. "I gave you orders."

Abigail, breathing through a moan, answers, "Yes. Of course, James. I'll get it waxed."

"Legs, arms, and armpits, too." James spanks her on each word and then squeezes her cheeks again, holding them apart to stare at her wet, pink flower, still stretched from his time inside of her. "I expect my bitches to be clean for me."

Abigail, panting, nods. "Right. I'll get it taken care of."

James smiles, hands on her ass, and continues groping her. He molds her cheeks, squeezing them, shaping them, enjoying their contradictory nature. Abigail has always had a heavy bottom, but childbirth has given it an unreal plumpness that, while firm, manages also to be pliant and soft. She has the sort of ass that porn stars would kill for. Were they still dating, he would hold her cheeks apart and eat her pussy-provided she cleaned it first-but since they aren't, he spanks her again before easing a finger into her.

Abigail gasps. Biting her bottom lip and swallowing her pleasure, she looks back at him and watches with wide eyes as he adds a second thick finger. The changing room walls are thin, and she is sure anyone outside can hear her imioned breathing. James already shouldn't be in there with her, but to have

her naked, fingering her, is even more ridiculous. Worst yet, however, is how he doesn't move his fingers. He just holds them inside of her as she flexes around him, hugging him. She is close to orgasming but, chuckling, James does not reward her with one.

Then, with a single spank to the ass, he gives her the orgasm she craves. Abigail shivers, moaning through her closed lips, keeping her eyes tightly shut. James chuckles, holding her by her pussy and by her ass, watching her shake as she struggles to contain the pleasure he gives her. She wets his fingers and knuckles, and he says, "Fucking slut."

Removing his fingers, James turns Abigail and feeds those fingers to her. Sucking them obediently, Abigail stares at him, desperate, powerless, and somehow aroused by her own weakness. She is programmed to obey him and rewarded by the pleasure of his touch and scent. Staring him in the eyes, she can see the cruel joy he takes in using her, and she takes her own subtle joy in being used.

"You're fucking pathetic," he says, sawing his fingers into her mouth. Abigail cleans them thoroughly and takes to tonguing after. With her own juices gone, she can taste James' skin again and, following the powerful orgasms he has given her, she finds he tastes good. As always, it is a familiar flavor, but her own appreciation of it is continuing to evolve.

Watching her, James smiles like a baboon. It is a warning that this is only just beginning and it knots up her loins with excited terror. They are in a changing room, in the middle of the local department store, with the entire town shopping around them. If anyone hears them, it can get back to Mark, to Abigail's mother, to her job and everyone she knows, and yet she can do nothing but obey. Her

heart hammers with fear and arousal as he removes his fingers and stands before her, his belly brushing her as he undoes his belt. "But, I ain't here to please you..."

James moves her by the hair, seating her in his still warm spot on the bench. Standing over her, he smacks her gently across the face one time and then with increasing force afterward. Giving three smacks in total, he then pins her face to his crotch. Abigail, drunk on pained arousal, pants against him, whining as she holds him by the thighs. Then, gathering her wits, she kisses his crotch while staring up into his cold, unfeeling gaze. "This is what you're here for, Abigail. This is all that matters. You please me."

Undoing his pants, James lowers his briefs and lets his half-erect cock fall heavily over Abigail's shoulder. Abigail gasps, staring sideways at it, stunned by his size and girth. He is heavy on her shoulder, and she is forced into his pubic hair to breathe him in. Holding her by the hair, James watches her entire demeanor shift as he flips her switch. Cruelty curls his lips, and he smacks her again before cupping his balls and offering them to her wet, hungry lips.

Abigail tastes him. Watching, gathering her hair as he likes to do, James sneers. "There we go, that's right, sucking my dick like you love to. Just like a real slut."

Abigail moans around him, holding him steady by the base with one hand while using the other hand to brace against his thighs and pull herself deeper. The truth is that she hates everything about James, even his big dick. She hates how good he tastes, and she hates how musky he smells, and she hates each mind-altering orgasm he gives her when he fucks her and beats her. She hates him, but she enjoys him as well, and enjoyment and love are two very different things. Her hate, she has found, has not diminished in any way, but her enjoyment has grown

with each orgasm. At this point, she is powerless to stop the pleasure, but she is still determined to keep hating him.

The problem is that only James' dick has changed. Growing fat, long, and glorious, it is worthy of the rapture it brings. Even now, it pleases her as he swells in her mouth. Kisses her way down his shaft, she finds his balls and plants a kiss on each one. Like his dick, his balls have changed, growing larger and heavier, possessing an inordinate amount of seed for a man who was already virile enough to have given her a child. Everything else about him, however, has gone unchanged.

Sucking his balls into her mouth, Abigail stares him in the eyes and revises her thought-if James has changed, then he has gotten only crueler. His big cock has taken all of his rage and flavored it with arrogance. It has turned his violence into foreplay without any attempt at control. James already owns her, and they both know it. So, now he beats her as a part of his play rather than as a means of intimidation. He can move her with a word, so he doesn't need to use his hands. He likes to use his hands, though.

That powerlessness frightens Abigail most. Even without a smack, Abigail is compelled to obey him. Anymore, she is driven by her hunger, her need to please him. Hate has become secondary to the pleasure that is formed between their bodies. As she has thought before, James has hardly changed save for his dick, but it is her reaction to him that has changed completely. Drunk on him, she breathes him deep and slurps him up, sucking him and licking him and sniffing him of her own desire. James hasn't changed, save for his cock, and yet she has come to thoroughly enjoy James.

Licking her way from his balls to the root of his cock, Abigail closes her eyes

and breathes him deep. In this moment, at least, she can enjoy him as much as she hates him. Holding him close, tasting him, drooling on him, she stares over his steel hard shaft at her own reflection in the mirror, and she marvels at it. Then, licking her way back up his shaft, she stops to kiss his crown and stares into her own eyes. James, she realizes, doesn't care either way whether she hates him or enjoys him. All he cares about is owning her and using her, and that she can do for him. If anything, she imagines her hatred would only turn him on more, so she resolves to enjoy him more instead.

Holding him in place and staring down his impossible shaft, she re Mark. Then, looking back into the mirror, she takes James into her mouth with a moan, forgetting herself to the pleasure he gives her, feeding her own shameful hunger.

In the mirror, Abigail is naked and pale. Her pink nipples stand erect, swollen with arousal, on her quivering pale breasts. Her body is not the rail it had once been, but shapely and strong. James' shaft runs the length of her cheek, and at this point she marvels at his length. Holding him makes her look femininely erotic and dainty. His balls, sized to match his shaft, are equally impressive as she cups and kisses them.

James' reflection in the mirror is marvelous. Though fat and cruel, he is enormously well-endowed. Her small, pale hands only seem to make him look larger as she strokes and moves him. Sitting back again, salivating in her hunger, she finds that her fingers cannot meet around him and nearly bursts into a fit of giggles. Twice, she has taken him into her and does not understand how. Objectively speaking, his shaft is monstrous but beautiful to behold.

Now looking at James in the mirror, she finds another change she has undergone,

and she smiles as she kisses his shaft. His dick is massive, deserving of her affection, but watching herself blowing him in the mirror, Abigail cannot deny her growing attraction to James. Even though he has been heavy since she has known him, he has also been careful in his grooming. While he doesn't shower often, which s for his sweaty musk that permeates his cock and feet, he does trim his hair and fuss over his appearance. He makes attempts at caring for himself but lacks the willpower to hold to a diet, but underneath the fat, she thinks, is a good-looking man with a massive dick.

They make eye , and she shivers. His cold, empty eyes alone are enough to leave her rooted and willing.

Holding her by the hair with one hand, he uses his other big, rough hand to guide her. "Enough teasing," he growls, and he holds his fat crown to her lips. "Show me what this slut-mouth of yours can do."

Staring down his massive shaft, and kissing his crown, Abigail realizes why his dick looks so good on him-James is a big man, and all his life he has needed a big dick to balance him out. Anyone shorter or smaller would only look comical sporting such a long, thick log between their legs. It is only James' big, blubbery body that looks symmetrical attached to a big, fat cock like his. Holding him steady by the shaft, she appreciates this new understanding of his beauty before parting her lips to taste him.

She takes him into her mouth slowly to appreciate his flavor. James' dick, longer and thicker, tastes like it very much always has, but the thick, syrupy nature of his seed adds an improved texture to it. That, combined with the added appeal of watching her lips stretch around him in the mirror, leaves her moaning around him as she feeds herself his shaft.

James, now holding her by the head with both hands, grunts. "Fuck! Your lips look good wrapped around my dick."

Abigail smiles because that she can agree with. Even in her hatred, she can objectively find beauty in their union. Abigail, like James, is not a small person. She is tall and, after two children, well-built, with curves forming where nothing had been before, and in the same way that James' gargantuan cock brings balance to his big body, so does she seem well-suited to be his slut. It only makes sense, after all, that such a big, well-endowed man would demand the respect of such a sexy, voluptuous woman.

Sucking him deeper, she takes him to the edge of her throat and then takes to bobbing her head. She uses her hands to keep him steady and to maintain her rhythm. James, watching her and familiar with her technique, is impressed not only with her enthusiasm but with her skill. The few blowjobs she gave him as a couple had been mediocre at best, but then he had never had her give one eagerly before. Watching her now leaves him panting. "Well, God damn, Abigail, where'd you learn to suck a dick like this?"

Still smiling, Abigail pauses with his head in her mouth to spread her saliva down his shaft. Stroking him to a shine, she watches them in the mirror still, marveling at how the gleam of her saliva makes him look glossy and large. Then, closing her eyes and forgetting the beauty of his dick, she indulges herself in the powerful pleasure of his scent and flavor. At this point, she is too dickdrunk to think. So, she forgets herself, giving herself over to the pleasure in favor of the guilt that will inevitably follow.

The combined pleasures of his scent and precum leaves her wet. Bobbing her head on him again, she holds and strokes him with one hand while using another to tickle her folds. James' orgasm, she is sure, will bring her an orgasm of her own. That is part of her submission, part of the unspoken programming which seems to control her. She lives for James and so is rewarded for his pleasure with pleasure. Her fingers, however, are only enhancing her pleasure now.

Watching her, James grins. "Enjoying my cock, Abigail?"

ing him, ing herself, Abigail opens her eyes to stare up into his eyes. A cold thrill runs through her. Smiling around him, she purrs, "Mmhmm." She is enjoying his cock. At this point, she even almost likes him, he has her so drunk on him. James, having forced himself into her mouth, now pulls himself out and runs his wet shaft along her cheeks, guiding her to his balls to feast. She takes to sucking them eagerly and with a panting, imioned moan.

"I gotta say, Abigail," James says, holding her by the hair while watching her in the mirror. "In all the years I've known you, I never thought I'd see you sucking my balls like this." Removing one hand, James strokes himself, gathering precum across his palm. Then, reaching down, he smacks her across the cheek with his sticky hand, leaving it smeared on her swollen skin. Abigail moans but offers no complaint with her mouth full of testicle. Her cheek stings, but the pain only serves to inspire greater pleasure. "You ever suck the cuck's balls like this?"

Abigail moans around him, sucking and licking his balls before being allowed to withdraw long enough to speak. Even then, she strokes him and kisses him, showering him with affection while stealing words around him. "No, James. Never. Only yours."

James goes wide-eyed but smiles. His dick hardens in her hands and, though Abigail hates to degrade Mark, she cannot ignore the erotic pleasure she takes in pleasing James. Each time he swells in her hands makes her want to say worse. "Not even once?"

She purrs against him. "Mm. I didn't really have much time with him before you came back and took me, James."

"That is true." James grinned and smacked her again, this time more playfully. Abigail whines while kissing his shaft. "You ever eat his cum?"

Abigail licks her way up James' shaft. At his crown, she licks his glans before speaking. "Mm. No. Not even once."

James clutches her by the hand and stares her in the eyes. "But you're going to eat mine, ain't you?"

Abigail smiles against his dick. Staring him in the eyes, she groans, "As much as I can."

Now, James groans in return. "Fuck! Gonna nut!"

Giggling with him to her lips, Abigail extends her tongue and strokes him through his climax. "Do it, James! Come for me. Come all over your slut!"

That last sentence was all it took to send James over the edge. He erupted like a volcano, unloading thick, hot semen across her face and into her mouth. Abigail catches it readily, stroking him into her open mouth and onto her outstretched tongue. She swallows what she can while moaning through her own orgasm and, when finished, suckles his crown while still stroking him.

Abigail is glad that he stripped her. James comes in long, thick ropes and leaves her covered in semen. It sticks to her face and in her hair and slides slowly down her neck and into her bosom. Stray ribbons of cum hit the walls around her, leaving a mess like a Pollock painting. Some managed to get onto her breasts, and it oozes down her belly to gather in the valley of her thighs.

She licks him, sucking up the last of his sperm before kissing his crown and letting him fall. James' fat cock slaps his thighs as she releases him to cup her breasts and rub his semen in. There are no towels there, and yesterday left her stinking of him, too. She sees no reason not to wear his cum home and shower before picking up Mark and the girls. Her nipples ache when she touches them, but she is glad that her limbs still work.

The orgasm that his orgasm triggered was powerful but manageable and remains nothing compared to how it feels to have him deep inside of her. She is grateful for it all the same and finds herself looking on his dick with increasing affection. It wouldn't be a lie to say that she still hates James, but she is warming up to his

dick very quickly.

James seems to take note of this and wags himself in her face until she notices. Smiling, she kisses his cockhead again and even makes a show of sucking him into her mouth while he sneers. "Glazed you like a donut, didn't I?"

Abigail, tickling his glans with her tongue, laughs. "Mmhmm." She looks down her sticky body and wonders how she will ever get the smell out in time. Then, rubbing herself with his sperm, she realizes that Mark may just have to come home to a cum-soaked girlfriend.

"Cuck ever come on you like this?"

Abigail laughs thoughtlessly, still drunk on James and not sobering any time soon. Kissing his cock one last time, she answers, "No, James. I've never let him come on me. I've never let anyone come on me before. Only you."

"Fucking nasty," he says. Taking her by the head, he pulls her to him and wags his limp dick at her again. Extending her tongue, she leaves her mouth open to let him cocksmack her lips and tongue. James laughs as he does it and then stuffs her mouth with his dick. "Does he come like me at all, though? Whose cum do you like more?"

"Mm." Abigail slurps him and then stares at his thick shaft hanging in her face.

"The cuck's cum is nothing like yours," she says absently. "You come a lot more, and it's much thicker and tastier than his."

"Damn right it is." James slaps her mouth one last time with his dick before moving to pull his briefs on. As he dresses, Abigail regards her reflection in the mirror. Dropping her breasts, she watches them sway and shine, still sticky with semen. She rubs her thighs and her belly, and she does her best to clean her hair before standing. Her face is the biggest mess so far, but she gathers his semen and from there and rubs it on her thighs to clear it off.

As she does, James comes up behind her and swats her ass. Grabbing her by the hair, he holds her in place and stares in the eyes through the mirror. "Look at you, Abigail. I dated you for two years, and I know from experience that you ain't never been this wet before. No matter what I did before, and no matter what I do after, you're my slut. There is no arguing that."

Abigail, staring at her reflection, at her puffy nipples, at her glossy skin, at her lust-glazed eyes and her dripping pussy, she knows he is right. She hates him, and she hates the truth, but she cannot hide from it.

He releases her hair and holds her by the neck. His fingers are tight around her throat, not enough to hurt her but to give him power over her. Abigail chokes quietly and holds him by the wrist, but she does nothing to fight him. Instead, she silently tries to fight her arousal. Behind her, James' big body looms. "But a slut ain't no good to me if I can't fuck her. Which is why you're going to get yourself waxed, right?"

Abigail whines. "Yes."

"Good girl." James releases her and gathers their things. Standing by the changing room door, he frowns. "The fuck you waiting for? Hurry up!"

"Sorry!" Abigail moves quickly, throwing her clothes on and following James out of the changing room. The employees notice but say nothing, and Abigail follows at his heels to the . There, she pays, and then she hands off her keys again while carrying the bags out to the car.

James drives them back and parks. Leading Abigail by the hair, he has her walk him to his truck. There, she kneels by the side of the street to kiss his crotch one last time before whispering a goodbye. James swats her pussy once before sending her back to her car. As he pulls away, Abigail feels herself feeling empty. With the thrill of betrayal gone, she is alone with her guilt and has nothing to erase it.

Today, James kept her late, and so she doesn't have time to shower before picking up Mark. So, she changes and leaves almost immediately, arriving late to get Mark because she stops to call and make an appointment to get waxed before calling him out. The appointment, to her frustration and embarrassment, is two days out, meaning that she will have to see James at least one more time with hair on her body.

The evening es slowly after that, and everything feels empty. Mark asks about the smell of her skin, and she es it off as sweat. He asks about the

living room when they get home, and she playfully teases him, saying how she had cheated on him and calling him a cuck. He gets angry, but he gets over it, and by the end of the night he is asleep as Abigail lies awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling angry and alone and hungering for James' dick.

Daddy

After another lonely evening of icing her vagina, Abigail dreams of James. She dreams of his smell, and of his eyes, and of his massive cock. She dreams of how he can control her. She dreams of how full he leaves her. Most of all, she dreams of the lies she has to tell Mark to protect everyone involved, and when she wakes up, she is guilty, and she is horny, and she is looking forward to James' next visit.

In the shower she checks her pussy and shaves it again. She is astonished by how resilient her body has been after stretching around James for two days straight. From a glance at least, nothing has changed. Her pussy returns to its normal size after each deep fucking. In her youth, Abigail might have thought that impossible. After two children, however, she can believe the woman body is capable of anything.

Still, it is a surprise to her that her pussy can restore itself so quickly after being stretched by James. Then again, her breasts-now D cups-swelled rapidly just before he came knocking at her door, as if in preparation for his arrival. Realizing this, Abigail considers the option that her body might only be restoring itself for James' use, an impossibility made possible by James seeming dominion over her.

She checks her pussy before ending her shower. She won't be able to get waxed until the next day, likely after James' morning visit, assuming he will have one. Alone in the bathroom, she stares at her naked, dripping reflection with a sigh. She really is a beautiful woman, one deserving of far more than Mark's can give

her. It is a guilty thought but not one entirely foreign to her. She used to think the same thing about James, but now his dick seems like the greatest reward a woman could find. She fingers herself to thoughts of him, of it, ing in particular how large he looked by comparison to her in the mirror.

After drying and dressing, Abigail drives Mark and the girls to their respective destinations. She kisses Mark goodbye, her entire body tingling as she does. At home, hidden in her closet, are the clothes she set aside for James. Without thinking, she calls Mark a cuck as she says goodbye to him and, though she feels guilty, she also feels aroused because she knows that she is going home soon to be toyed with and fucked with by her well-endowed ex. Mark thinks it is a hurtful joke; Abigail knows it is a heartful reality.

She drops the girls off next before racing home, hoping to beat James there. Unfortunately, she finds his truck waiting as she pulls up and parks in the drive before stepping out of her car. She greets him with a smile but finds him frowning as they meet. His frown worries her, but the sight of him towering over her with his shoulders tight leaves her quaking with arousal. It is hard for Abigail to deny her growing attraction to James, an attraction that is increasingly about more than just his cock.

They meet in the middle of her lawn, and he stands over her, glaring down at her before smacking her face. Abigail winces but does not retreat as she stares him in the eyes. "The fuck is wrong with you, Abigail?"

"I don't know, I..." He interrupts her with another smack.

"The fuck you don't know. The fuck are you wearing right now?"

Abigail looks down at her clothes, her normal attire for the summer. She is wearing a black tee and a pair of jeans. Neither is particularly revealing, but she had assumed James wouldn't want her to show off in front of Mark. When she meets his gaze, however, she is not so certain. The clear rage in his eyes has her afraid but also equally aroused. James is rough with her, and each blow only seems to turn her on. At this point, even the memories of his abuse seem to arouse her.

"I'm sorry," she says, wringing her hands. "I'll change when we get inside."

James silences her with another smack. "You'll get me a fucking beer first, and then you'll get changed. And I better now see you wearing nothing like this when I show up again. Got it?"

Abigail nods, tears in her eyes, and then follows him to the front door. He pushes his way past her again as soon as she unlocks the door, and he is slumped onto the couch before she even enters the house. Moving obediently, compelled by his word and by her fear of him and his rejection, Abigail fetches him a beer first and has it open before stopping at his side.

James sips it while she waits, glaring at the television, which he just turned on. "The fuck do you two got to watch?"

"Um, streaming services, I think."

"What about ESPN?"

Abigail stammers, "No, I don't think we have that. We don't have cable."

James turns a glare on her. "You fucking kidding me?" He rolls his eyes. "Then get the fuck out of here. You're useless to me."

"I..." Abigail hesitates, rooted by the fear of what he will do or say when he sees her still hairy. If her wearing normal clothes is bothering him this much, she can only imagine a nuclear reaction when he learns the truth.

A sharp slap across her breasts pulls her from her thoughts, and Abigail winces in pain with pleasure chasing after it. "The fuck you waiting for, slut? Go get changed!"

Abigail mutters an apology as she hurries from the room. Ducking into the master bedroom, Abigail strips naked and digs out the clothes that she had hid from Mark. Dressing quickly, she stops to stare at her swollen nipples as they show through her tank top. Not only can she see the shape of them, but the pink color shows through the white material, too. Her shorts are shorter than she re, exposing her entire thigh and barely covering her ass. Her pussy is wet when she slips them on, and she can see the outline of her vulva through the

thin material of the shorts.

Abigail returns nervous until James' eyes drift to her, and then she finds herself in a state of thrilled arousal. He adjusts himself, his eyes lingering on her swollen nipples. She still hates James, and she hates him deeply, but two days of orgasms have programmed her to appreciate his arousal. His mammoth manhood, dense and large in his pants, seems to swell at her approach, and that alone is enough please her.

She stops beside him and stands still as he touches her. James' hands roam her body freely, holding her by the hips and guiding her how he wills. Abigail obeys, moving without a word as he turns her in a circle, examining her thick thighs and plump rear. Abigail has always been embarrassed by her butt, which seemed to be the sole place where fat would gather in her youth. Now an adult, her bottom has only grown more pronounced as she has filled out and, where two children blessed her with D-cup breasts, it also cursed her with voluptuous thighs and a fat ass.

Holding her ass, James gives it a few smacks before laughing. "Shit, you're so fucking thicc!" Abigail, looking over her shoulder at him, smiles when she finds him smiling. She can imagine him swelling and re the way he fucked her so hard from behind on the first day. James might not be perfect, but he seems to like her ass just fine, and that is a compliment she can't ignore-her body won't allow her to.

Wearing a crooked grin, James gives her bottom another swat before forcing her forward with one hand. She bends at the waist, sticking her ass out at him as he continues to group her. James' hands are big and rough, a sharp contrast to Mark's softer, gentler mitts. It turns Abigail on, to be manhandled roughly, and

makes her feel distinctly feminine compared to James, who is increasingly becoming a paragon of masculinity in her mind. Anymore, the rougher he is, the hornier she becomes.

Another swat and James paws her. "I mean, shit, you've always had a fine fucking ass, but the rest of you has filled out, too. Turn around and show me them fat fucking titties!" Moving her by the hips, James turns her to face him. Abigail offers no resistance, either, as she seizes her by her slender midsection before moving his hands up to cup her heavy bosom.

Abigail enjoys her breasts, though she has often felt self-conscious of the changes her body has undergone. As a child, she was always very skinny, and while not fat now, she is much more voluptuous and womanly as a result of her two children. She started with A-cups before her first daughter was born, and had only B-cups when she first met James. After their child, she stayed at smaller C-cups, with her breasts undergoing a sudden growth following her breakup from James. Mark seemed to enjoy it at the time, though looking back, it almost feels like her body was only preparing her to be James' slut in the future.

James squeezing her breasts roughly, forcing her to chew her bottom lip to keep from moaning. He thumbs her nipples through her shirt, and she leans into his hands. "Shit, Abigail, these things got fucking fat. What are you wearing now? C cups?"

Abigail blushes with pride as he holds her breasts together. He stares at them fixedly, as if hypnotized by them, and she is flattered by his interest. "D cups, actually." James groans in response, and Abigail giggles despite herself. She covers her mouth to hide her response, but James already noticed and is grinning

as he continues to tease her. He mauls her breasts a few minutes longer, staring at them, weighing them in his hands as he teases them, and then shoves her way. Sitting back, he extends his foot and makes his interest clear, and Abigail moves obediently.

She takes to her duties readily this time, removing his shoes and sniffing his socks once they are exposed. Her hatred for James has softened when it comes to his feet, the stink of them now coming to remind her gradually of their sex and of his cock. Removing his sock, she sniffs his foot again before showering it with kisses. It degrades her to lick his foot, and it is especially degrading to do it of her own desire, but the sight of his hard dick tenting his pants has her horny and willing, and at the back of her head she is convinced she might convince him to fuck her if she is good.

Staring him in the eyes, she sucks his toes, enjoying their stench while still recoiling at their flavor. It is not as pronounced as it once was, or at least she is becoming accustomed to it. A part of her is actually aroused to taste him, though she mostly sees it as an ends to a means. James watches her, clearly amused as he sips his beer. His cold eyes entrap her as her breasts had enthralled him, and she feels powerless with his toes in her mouth.

"Fuck, you look good with your lips around my toes, you know that? Maybe I should get you a mirror, so you can watch yourself doing it like you did with my dick the other day." James wiggles his toes in her mouth, and she wiggles her tongue back, cleaning between them. "Thought I didn't see that, huh? Well, I did, and I could see how much you liked it. And who can blame you? You look good with my dick in your mouth."

That, Abigail had to agree with. When she first started dating Mark, she had

found him attractive and thought him well-endowed. Watching herself suck James yesterday, however, changed her mind. Physically, at least, she is better suited to a big man like James, who not only towers over her in height, but whose big dick can fill her to her womb.

James laughs. "You always hated it when I told you that you had them dicksucking lips, but now you're real glad to have a real dick to use them on, huh?"

Abigail smiles. In a way, James is insulting himself in ignorance. They had dated for two years before, and he wasn't always so well-endowed. Still, his true intention isn't lost on her and, comparing James as he is now to Mark as he is now, she has a clear favorite. Comparing Mark when she first saw him to James in the mirror as she sucked him leaves her swallowing laughter. There is no comparison that leaves Mark looking good, she realizes, and the flame of her arousal burns even hotter as she drools on James' toes.

James offers her his other foot, and she changes quickly, sniffing him in the same way before salivating on him. Continued exposure to his feet, she realizes, is leaving her complacent and willing. Even just from the start of the day, she finds herself more interested in tasting him than she had been at the start. Though a strong-willed woman, and uncompromising in her wants, she is powerless to refuse James any pleasure, and her willpower is fading fast in the face of her obedience. By the time she has finished the second foot, she is nearly drunk on him and completely desperate to be fucked.

James, meanwhile, watches calmly until he sees her in a state of glassy-eyed acceptance. That is when he pushes. First, he demands a second beer from her, and then when she returns, he stops her with a hand on her waist. "Now, I wanna see that fine ass body of yours again."

Abigail obeys, standing before him with her hands at her side as he touches her all over. She watches imively, a faraway stare on her face as James gropes her breasts. There is pleasure in his hands, greater pleasure than another man could bring her, but she feels it at a distance, like echoes of echoes. Her brain, still overwhelmed with the taste and smell of his toes, is lagging in processing his touch.

James lifts her top up over her breasts, exposing them to his view. It is not the first time he has seen them, in his life or since his return, though their shape and weight continue astound him. Despite their size, they remain upthrust and perky, capped by swollen pink nipples on large areola. He sets his beer aside to squeeze them hard before moving to her shorts.

Abigail, drunk on him, forgets to be afraid as he strips her shorts. Her crotch is wet against the fabric, and her labia is gleaming when exposed. James parts her lips to examine them and teases her with his thumb. He is careful to avoid her clit, to avoid her climax, holding her labia apart to examine her not to please her.

Satisfied with her appearance, he turns her again to examine and grope her ass. His big hands are the only ones that can contain it, and he takes advantage, squeezing both cheeks roughly before spanking her. Then, parting her legs, he forces her to bend at the waist again before giving another, harder swat. "The fuck is this, Abigail?!"

Abigail winces, pleasuring ing through her, using pain as its conduit. She releases a held breath and re herself in that moment. The tension, and

the distance, leave her as she is pulled back into reality. Panting and dripping with arousal, she holds her legs for . "I'm sorry, James."

James swats her ass again, this time harder. The shape of his big paw can be seen on her ass after the blow. "No, not sorry. The fuck haven't you gotten waxed yet?"

Whimpering, Abigail bites back a cry. After a deep breath, she continues on the edge of tears, "The earliest appointment they had was for tomorrow evening. I'm so sorry. I know you hate it, but I'll get it done. I promise."

"Damn straight you will," James says, holding her cheeks apart to glare at the few hairs he finds there. He gives her another slap before releasing her. "Fucking pathetic. Well, you ain't getting fucked today, I can tell you that much."

Abigail whines as her heart sinks. She had been consoling herself in her obedience that she would be rewarded with one of his hard, deep fucks. That she won't get that is disappointing to her, though not nearly as disappointing as his anger is. James has abused her daily and, though she has angered him in recent memory, she has never disappointed him, and that hurt the most.

"Stand the fuck up and turn around," James grunts, and Abigail does. Turning to face him, she finds his partially erect dick out and swaying. Animal hunger settles in her as she stares at his manhood, mostly erect and already standing. He is impressively large, even when he isn't at full erection, and the way he has teased and hurt her has him plump. Lifting his hips as she watches, he removes

his pants and briefs with one movement and then sets his bare ass on her couch, giving her a full view of his long, fat shaft and his heavy testicles.

James grins as Abigail stares at him, her arousal clearly written by the blush of her cheeks and the gleam in her eyes. She is fascinated by the physics of his body, watching his hairy testicles settle between his fat thighs. She swallows, a sudden hunger for his sperm swelling inside of her. She may not be able to fuck him, but there are other ways to have him inside of her, and she is desperate for each of them.

"A goddamn shame," James growls, staring. "Seeing as how I came here to fuck you, it's a real disappointment I can't cause your stupid ass couldn't get waxed. You better make it up to me."

Abigail stammers. Nipples hard and pussy wet, she stands shaking with her hands still at her side. Every part of her screams to kneel down and suck him, to undo his disappointment with pleasure of another sort. She hates James, but on a primal level she wants to see him happy. It is animal instincts, she tells herself, a need to serve the superior male, and it is directing her every movement. Whining, she moves closer to him. "I'm so sorry, James. I'll get it fixed tomorrow, I promise."

James grunts again. "You better," he says, pulling her closer by the waist. He moves her onto his lap, holding his legs parted as he lines her up with his dick. "And you should be sorry. I wasted my time coming here if I can't fuck this tight puss," he says, settling her with his breasts in her face and his heavy manhood sliding along the exterior of her labia. Abigail moans, climaxing against his rigid length without any penetration to help her. This makes James smile and seems to ease his frustration. "Even when I ain't fucking you, you come," he says. Moving

his hands up her body, he holds her by her heavy bosom and squeezes roughly. "Still, you can get me hard and, if you're a good girl, then I'll let you get me off."

Abigail whines on his lap, holding his hands with her own hands and urging him to manhandle her. "Oh, I'll be a good girl, James. I promise you, I will."

James laughs. "Yeah? You gonna be my good girl slut?"

"Yes," she hisses, grinding against his swelling manhood.

James sucks one hard nipple into his wet mouth. Drooling over her as he nurses her, he growls like an animal in heat. She moans against him, cupping his head and grinding her clit against his root. She chews her bottom lip as her eyes close, and James releases her long enough to slap her tits and say, "Then call me daddy, slut."

"Yes, daddy!" Abigail moans as he returns to sucking her. Grinding him, she reaches down with both hands to hold his fat shaft against her pelvis. He is wet from her arousal and growing only wetter with each movement of her hips. It isn't fucking, but it feels just about as good. "Oh God, daddy. You feel so good. So good and big against me."

Releasing one breasts and holding it with his teeth, James swats her ass before holding her by the waist. Abigail coos as pain and pleasure mingle inside of her.

"Now, don't you come," he growls around a mouthful of tit. "You ain't allowed to come until I do."

Abigail groans. Panting slowly, she nods and takes to stroking him in place of grinding him. It gives her less pleasure, but it leaves her equally satisfied. Staring down into his blue eyes, she purrs. "Mm. Yes, daddy. I'm sorry."

Even in her sex-drunken state, Abigail can recognize how degrading it is to call him daddy. Men often want to infantilize their women, and though it usually disgusts Abigail, she finds it arousing with James. It is just another tiny way in which he controls and dictates her, another tiny abuse in a long list, only she is warped right now, distorted by her pleasure and by her lust. At this point, he could do almost anything, and it would likely turn her on.

James switches breasts, chewing her nipples carefully, bringing her pain but disguising it at pleasure. "You like stroking my dick, don't you?"

Abigail allows a small, distant smile. She is removed again, a way from the pain and the pleasure, now just a vessel for his satisfaction. "I do," she says, gathering his hot precum in her fingers and spreading it along his pussy-slick shaft. Unable to see him, she finds that he feels even larger in her hands. She still wishes that she could fuck him, but she is excited to have him explode across her stomach. "God, James-daddy-it's only been two days, but you've made me come so many times, I have to catch up." She purrs again. "Mm. I cannot wait to see you come again!"

Holding him, stroking him against her cleft, Abigail is frightened by her own arousal. She is drunk on him, forgetting herself in her awe. Holding him to her crotch, she is struck by just how deep he really goes once he is inside of her. Outside of her, he stretches to her belly button and just ed it. Considering that, and then comparing his girth to her unopened labia, she is astonished that she can fit him inside of her at all. She figures it is no surprise that she has to ice herself after they fuck-a person can only stretch so far.

Holding him to her body, Abigail slows down. She strokes him from crown to root, marveling at both his length and girth. Holding him in two hands, she can her fingers, but one hand isn't enough. Each downstroke stretches his skin back, exposing his shiny red crown, slick with precum. James watches, too, impressed both by his size and by the power he has over Abigail. Reaching out, he takes her by the hair with one hand while mauling her breasts with the other.

"God, you got such fat titties." Tugging her hair hard, James draws a grasp from Abigail as she stares into his cold, angry eyes. Holding her firm by the left tit, he lifts it to her mouth, holding the nipple to her lips as he tilts her head down. She still hates him, but reflecting on hazy memories of abuse, she is having trouble ing why. "Suck them. Suck these fat titties of yours."

"Yes, daddy," she whispers breathlessly and, obeying him, sucks her own nipple. She can taste James' cold saliva on her flesh, and it is the closest thing to a kiss that they have shared. Thinking that, she mewls, gushing on his cock, coming hard just from the taste of him. Grinding against him on instinct, she wets his pubic hair and balls as James laughs.

"The fuck, slut. Did you just piss on my dick or something?"

Abigail whines around her nipple, releasing it reluctantly to speak. "No. I just came. I came for you."

Still laughing, James smacks her with his free hand before smacking her tits, too. "Dumb bitch. I told you not to come before me." Shrugging, he shoves her from his lap and guides her to her knees. Abigail kneels between his legs and stares at his gleaming shaft, massive in length and girth and glistening with her arousal. "Am I turning you on, Abigail?"

Abigail groans in response as James rubs himself along her cheek. He leaves her juices smeared across her cheek and clinging in her hair, but she doesn't mind. The powerful smell of him fills her nostrils and confuses her, overwhelming her softer, more feminine scent. Taking hold of his cock, James swings it around and slaps it against her face, leaving a wet print where it lands. Abigail smiles in response and takes to sucking his balls, savoring him as she sucks him. James, holding her in place, groans.

"That's fucking right. Show me how much you love my dick!" He gives her another smack while holding her by the hair. "You never should have left me."

Confused and horny, Abigail finds herself in agreement. ing herself on his meaty thighs, she breathes him in, sucks his pubic hair, drinks in his sweat and her arousal, and all she can think of is how much better James is than Mark. She still loves Mark, and she appreciates his kindness. In all her life she never thought a man could be as sweet as him, but she also never knew a man could have an eleven-inch dick or James' thick cum.

James holds his shaft to her forehead, impreson her his incredible size. Staring up his length while nursing his balls, Abigail accepts that no man could ever compete with him. Furthermore, she is certain that no normal woman could ever accommodate him and is now convinced of how much he has changed her. Even if she didn't have to obey his every command, which she clearly does, Mark could never take her back and keep her satisfied.

"Want cum, Abigail?"

Mewling and slurping, Abigail pants into his pubic hair. "Yes, daddy!"

"Then you gotta earn it."

Dragging her up his shaft, James holds his cockhead to her lips. Then, pulling her forward, he positions himself between the valley of her breasts. Staring down his length, Abigail understands and cups her breasts, wrapping them around his pussy-slick shaft. She moans as her fingers scrape her sensitive nipples, and she kisses his sticky cockhead to taste his precum.

James laughs. "Yeah. You got it. Gonna put them fat fucking titties to good use."

"Mmhmm," Abigail purrs, kissing his crown and sucking up his precum as she takes to stroking him. James watches with her hair in his big fist, guiding her mouth as she stares him in the eyes, licking his glans and teasing his urethra. At this point, Abigail is lost in him.

"You ever do this with the cuck?"

Abigail sucks his crown before shaking her head. "No."

"And why not?"

She shrugs while staring absently down his length. "Not big enough," she says, meeting his gaze again. She laughs quietly to herself. "He'd probably disappear in my tits."

James grins. "I don't, though."

"Mm." Abigail stares down his length again. Kissing his cock, she groans. "No, daddy, you don't."

Abigail strokes him slowly while he watches, trading glance down his cock and

into his eyes. She licks him dutifully but with flourish, showing off everything her tongue gathers before eating it. Abigail is greedy with him and clearly hungry for his dick, and he can only imagine how badly she wants him to fuck her. "This your first time titty-fucking, Abigail?"

Abigail nods her head while licking him. "Mmhmm."

"Been saving it for a real man?" Another nod, another purr, and James laughs. "Damn straight you have. And how's it feel?"

"Mm. Big," she says, tightening the pillow-grasp of her breasts around him. Her flesh is slick with a combination of saliva, precum, and pussy juice. At this point, her cleavage is gleaming, too. "Hard," she purrs. "Thick. Warm." Each downward stroke has the bottom of her breasts crushed against his pubic hair as she picks up speed. Lips to his crown, she tastes him again.

James stares into her eyes as she strokes him. Her movements have become fullbodied, almost devout, seeming something like worship instead of sex. Eyes lust-glazed, she licks and slurps him on animal instinct, driven by an innate, feminine desire to please her superior male. James, in turn, is driven only by his own ego and anger.

Swelling in her grasp, James goes rigid. His approaching orgasm puts a smile on Abigail's face as she mewls and kisses him. Seeing this, James stands and shoves her down onto her back. She lands heavily, wincing as he straddles and mounts her. Fitting his dick back into her cleavage, James guides her hands with his own

big hands and has her hold her breasts together. Then, with his balls at rest on her belly, he takes to thrusting while Abigail stares up at him in confused arousal.

As understanding dawns on her, Abigail smiles again. Holding her mouth open, she catches him where she can and otherwise licks him as he pummels her on each forward stroke. Reaching forward, James takes her by the head and holds her in place, fucking into her mouth through her cleavage while she holds her breasts steady. Her supple flesh undulates in her hands as his thrusts grow harder.

At this point, Abigail is familiar with his orgasms, though she knows them best by how they balloon her insides and warm her womb. Yesterday had ended with an impressive facial that she, in a moment of sobriety, had logically expected but had no way of imagining. Today, she figures, it will only be worse. James has not had the pleasure of leaving a load in her pussy yet, so she holds her tongue out, panting, as he fucks her face and breasts, expecting to fully drown on him this time.

Grunting over her as his smooth thrusts grow clumsy, James growls, "Nutting!" When he comes, he does not disappoint. Abigail stares, her head held at an odd angle in James' big, strong hands, as his dick disappears back into her cleavage like the leaving of the tide. Then, he swells and pulses between her breasts, warming them first as semen oozes out from their cleft. Finally, his fat, spewing crown emerges, shooting directly into her mouth before barreling forward and choking her with semen and flesh.

James fucks her throat in his climax, grunting and thrusting while shouting insults down at her. Abigail, meanwhile, has her own climax as she chokes on

his sperm. With her head as an anchor, she is held in place as he chokes her with his dick, and she stares up at him with tears in her eyes while swallowing his semen. He takes to stroking himself into her mouth and releases her only so that she can cough and gasp as he leaks the rest onto her rubbery cheeks.

When finished, James still lets her suck his cock clean. Abigail takes to it obediently, drunk on her climax and desperate to please. James strokes his shaft idly, feeding her the last of his cum while she wears the rest. He wheezes as he watches her. "Fuck," he gasps, "That was a big fuckin' nut."

Abigail nods and mewls as she suckles him, and James laughs. Waving his spent cock at her, he laughs again as she follows it.

"Like that, slut?"

Abigail purrs. Holding him by the base of his cock, she gives him long, sticky licks while staring him in the eyes. "Mm. I could get used to it, daddy."

"I bet you could." Reaching out, James smacks the side of her face that is free of his semen. Abigail winces while holding his cockhead to her lips, kissing him. "You going get your shit waxed tomorrow?"

Abigail, still showering him in kisses, nods. "Yes, daddy. I promise."

James grins. "Spoken like a true slut," he says. He wags his dick at her and allows her one last kiss before moving her to the side. Standing, he dresses in front of her while she watches wearing his cooling sperm. The entire house stinks of him, he is sure, but he can't imagine her caring much as she follows his movements with a sticky grin. She is covered in his sperm and, at this point, completely drunk on him.

He makes her dress while he pulls his shoes on, and she walks him to his truck in her bare feet. His sperm has her tank top nearly transparent, but any shame she might feel is far off, for another Abigail to cope with. All she can do is follow him like a lost child. James squeezes her ass as a show of dominance, and Abigail only stares at him as she does. "See you tomorrow."

"Yes, daddy," she whispers, and she kneels to kiss his crotch and feet before returning to the front door to watch him go. Inside of the house, she is suffocated by his scent. The climax had been good, but she knows that he can offer her more. Drunk on him, Abigail fingers herself raw before going for a shower. Before leaving to pick up Mark, she opens the windows to air out the house and hopes to have her head clear by the time she arrives.

Sometimes, though, she fears that nothing can truly get James out of her head.

Dark New Depths

Abigail's morning starts as it always does: with her grooming. She showers while Mark tends to the girls. After her shower, she stares at her naked body in the mirror and tries to imagine herself completely waxed. Even now, she can hardly see any hair, though she can feel it when she es her fingers over her vulva. The idea of having her peach smooth frightens her, not for the pain that waxing will involve, but for what it will represent. She has never waxed in her life, and now she is doing it for a big-dicked buffoon who beat her for two years before she broke up with him and found a better man.

Not better, she reminds herself, kinder. Three days ago, that distinction wouldn't have been so important, but her entire world makes no sense anymore. Her nipples are stiff, and her pussy feels empty without remnants of James' cum still leaking out of her womb in the morning. She takes her birth control just in case and then dresses carefully, slipping into one of the skimpy tank tops and a pair of short-shorts which James had made her purchase. She puts her normal clothes on top of that so that she won't raise alarms with Mark.

She meets Mark and the girls in the kitchen after brushing her hair, and he greets her with a smile. "Good morning, babe." Moving to her, he kisses her on the cheek. Abigail smiles, enjoying the attention and using it as a distraction from James' coming visit and her eventual waxing. Constant thoughts of James frighten and arouse her, and anymore she feels like he is all she thinks about.

"Good morning, cuck." She says it absently, without meaning to, and then blushes as Mark goes quiet. Moving away from her, he remains distant for the

rest of the morning. Abigail knows that he will forgive her, that he only needs time to pout, but his skulking, sullen movements are like a knife across her throat. Sighing, she goes about her morning, preparing a light breakfast to keep room for James' semen later.

She drops Mark off and calls him a cuck again. His anger and hurt is clear, though he doesn't pursue the argument. At this point, Abigail cannot stop. James' expectations were made clear and, though she doubts that he would ever find out, she still feels compelled to obey him. Penny asks what a cuck is; Abigail snaps at her to be quiet.

James is waiting when Abigail pulls into her driveway after dropping off the girls. Abigail parks and strips her clothes in the front seat, intending to put them back on later after James is gone. For now, she steps out of her car smiling, completely certain that James will be happy with her for the first time in four days.

She meets him at the sidewalk, not smiling but also not frowning. Her heart hammers as James regards her with a cold, clinical gaze. Her nipples swell beneath his scrutiny, standing stiff and showing pink beneath her thin tank. Between her legs, she feels her dampening pussy darken the tight fabric of her shorts as her body prepares to be penetrated. James, noticing this, cups her pussy with one big hand and traces one thick finger along her folds.

"What happened, Abigail? Did you piss yourself or are you just that wet from seeing me?"

Abigail, blushing and breathless in his grasp, holds him by his thick forearm. Comparing James' arms to Mark's slender limbs, Abigail finds her boyfriend wanting. "I'm wet." The words are hardly more than a shameful breath.

"Course you are," he says, laughing afterward as he holds his fingers flat against her vulva. "Bet you've been horny all-night thinking about me fucking you, about me covering you in my cum."

Abigail whines. She cannot deny it, and she doesn't look to deny it, either. While she hasn't been looking forward to James' return, she also has not been dreading it, either. Instead, she has thought about it almost constantly since he left, accepting it as an inevitability and a reality. Neither good nor bad at this point, James' intervention in her life simply is. The taste of his seed lingers at the back of her tongue and, held by him, she looks forward to tasting it again.

Releasing her pussy, he wipes his damp fingers along her breasts before slapping one. "Well, the fuck you waiting for? Go open the door for me!"

Abigail scrambles, digging through her purse and producing her keys before rushing to the front door. "Yes, daddy!"

Inside, Abigail is quick to discard her purse and fetches James a beer. Yesterday, on the way home, she had stopped to buy more. Mark had only made mention of the beer once, and a sharp glare had silenced him quickly. At the time, Abigail had felt embarrassed by Mark's interest, afraid that he might be associating her with the alcohol considering her mother's past with the substance. Now, she is

only glad that he didn't draw other, more accurate assumptions.

Returning to the living room, she finds James seated and waiting with his feet out. Handing him his beer, she kneels at his feet and sets to work, removing his boots and sniffing his socks afterward. She starts with his right foot, peeling off the sock and giving his bare flesh a sniff before rubbing and licking him. His flavor is more pronounced than usual, his sweat still fresh and sticking to her nose and chin as she tastes him.

James watches her, quietly drinking, intoxicated by the power he has over her. Abigail closes her eyes to avoid his gaze, though she can still feel it on her. She tastes his toes and wiggles her tongue between them, sucking and slurping them as he likes and offering no complaint. At the back of her head, she still entertains the idea that maybe, if she does well enough, he might fuck her for good behavior.

Her suckling grows hungry and sloppy as she goes on. The smell of James' feet, now associated with her own pleasure, has her nipples aching and her pussy dripping. Watching her slow decay, James stuffs his big toe into her mouth to draw her attention. Abigail, staring him in the eyes, moans while tonguing his toe like it is his cock. "You like sucking my toes, don't you, Abigail?"

Abigail purrs around him before releasing him with a wet pop. Kissing his foot thoughtfully, she takes to rubbing his foot again as she answers. The taste of his dirty feet lingers in her mouth. "I don't know if I like it," she says. "I don't dislike it, though." She smiles fondly at his foot. "It's definitely growing on me now that I am used to the taste. Why?"

James burps. "You just seem really into it is all." James shoves his foot back into her face, and she laughs before taking to licking him. It is the most normal conversation the two have had in months, maybe even in a year, and it is about sucking his feet. Abigail wonders what sort of demented wonderland she has become the Alice of.

Finishing with his right foot, Abigail sets it aside and pulls his left foot onto her lap. Delicately, and with feminine affection, she removes his boot, undoing the laces first before pulling it gingerly from his foot. Like last time, she pauses to sniff his sock before removing it and breathing deeply of his bare flesh.

James undoes his pants while watching her, pulling his cock out and stroking himself hard. Abigail, catching sight of that, holds her breath while licking him. A long moan escapes her when she breathes again, and she imagines herself in his place, stroking him, sucking him, tasting him, riding him. His dick looks massive, even in his big, bear-like hands, and all she can think about is how big he feels when he buries himself deep inside of her.

James grins. "See something you like?"

Abigail whines with her lips to his feet. She is afraid to speak, to betray her desires to him. James is already so arrogant, and she wants nothing to do with feeding that arrogance. Staring at his dick, however, she cannot help but feel that he deserves her praise. He might be horrible, but he is also horribly wellendowed, and she knows from experience the kind of good he can do with his fat dick.

"You're getting waxed later today, right?"

"Yes, daddy," she hisses, wiggling her tongue between his toes. She hopes that good behavior will at least get her a mouthful or faceful of cum. If she can't be fucked, then she at least wants to end the day smelling like him. Forget what Mark might think, she is already drunk.

"Too bad. You're being so good right now that if you were already waxed, then I would'a fucked you silly. Oh well."

Abigail frowns against him. "But I shaved!" She sounds indignant speaking to him, and is afraid of earning his ire. James takes it in good humor, though, and laughs before forcefully stuffing his toes back into her mouth. Abigail understands immediately and returns to sucking.

"Shaving ain't good enough, Abigail, and you know that. Then again..." He removes his foot from her mouth, from her hands, and beckons her toward him. Crawling like a bitch in heat, she falls into his hands as he takes her by the hair and drags her up to his crotch. Pinned to his shaft, Abigail pants against him, kissing him and licking him out of the side of her mouth while his rigid warmth burns its way into her head. "There are other ways to fuck you, if you're willing to earn it."

Drunk on him and unable to think clearly with his musky scent filling her head,

Abigail can only whine against him. She still hates James, but her attraction to his dick has her feelings confused. Though she had entertained the notion that he might still fuck her if she was well-behaved, deep down Abigail knows James well enough to understand him. Cruelty motivates everything he does, and all he cares about is the power he can exert over her, nothing else. Pleasure is secondary, a part of the reward but not the reward itself. Having her wax herself is better than sex to him.

Held to his dick now, staring up into his cold eyes, she can only wonder what the price she will have to pay is. A thousand thoughts try to form simultaneously, each worse than the last but none so bad that she would refuse him. Kissing him and holding him by the thighs, Abigail tells herself that she can't refuse him anyway and decides to at least degrade herself willingly rather than being made to degrade herself against her will. Licking him, she mewls, "Yes, daddy. Anything for you and for your dick."

"Anything?" James laughs and smacks her across the cheek. Then, lifting his hips, he says, "Then take off my pants, slut, and I'll tell you exactly what you have to do."

Abigail moves quickly, hooking her fingers in his jeans and his briefs and yanking them off with one smooth movement. His full, naked body now rests on her couch, his fat balls heavy and hairy between his legs. His enormous shaft has fallen back to rest on his big, bloated belly, and Abigail takes him carefully in her hands and showers him with kisses around his root and testicles.

The smell of James went from being inoffensive to delicious, and soon she is licking the sweat from his pubic hair as she waits for his command. James watches her, enjoying her desperation for a moment longer before he takes her

by the hair. "Now, just to be clear: you said you'd do anything for me to fuck you."

Abigail, kissing his balls, purrs. "Mmhmm."

"And you did mean anything?"

Now whining, Abigail says, "Oh, God, James, I just need you to fuck me so badly!"

James' grin grows so large that it threatens to split his face. "Well, then, I have just the thing. Show me how good a girl you are and eat my ass." James lifts his balls as he says it, and then pushes her face first into the shadowy cleft of his ass without waiting for her response.

Hands on his thighs, Abigail hesitates as the sour stench of his asshole surrounds her. She chokes on it as he forces her deeper, wondering how she had not realized that this would be his intent. When contemplating the price, she had assumed he would merely indulge himself in some form of emotional taboo. He would force her to fuck him in the bed she shared with Mark or take her outside to fuck her in the yard, both of which were prices she would be willing to pay. This, however, was entirely unexpected.

But his big hand is strong, and she feels weak in his grasp. Her nose touches his

ass cheeks first and, as the promise of being fucked hard by eleven wrist-thick inches fills her head, Abigail extends her tongue tentatively to taste him before giving herself over completely to his whims. Afterall, she has proven to herself time and again that she is powerless against him. His command is all it requires to degrade her, and in participating in her own degradation, she at least has some control over it.

She tries to stare him in the eyes but can hardly see him past his fat balls and thick shaft. She does feel his legs tense around her, however, as she tastes his putrid hole. This most private, most unsanitary of acts arouses and disgusts her in equal measure as her stomach turns. The taste alone is enough to make her want to wretch, but the promise he made in return calms her. Almost anything, she decides, is worth getting fucked by James, even this.

James, as if surprised by this, only lets her taste him before pulling her back. Still holding her by the hair, he stares at her with lust-glossed eyes. Arousal, real arousal, shows in his stare as he takes his cock by the root and brings it around across her cheek. It hurts, but it also serves to inform her of the leaking rigidity that her obedience has brought him to. James has never in his life been this hard, and Abigail smiles knowing that she has done that.

"You did it," James says breathlessly, slapping her again with his cock before offering it to her open mouth. She sucks him eagerly, glad to have his precum replacing the taste on her tongue. Abigail sucks him obediently, staring him in the eyes now, willing to do worse to get the fuck she was promised. "You actually fucking did it," he wheezes. "Fuck, you're one nasty cunt."

Bobbing her head on him as ribbons of saliva run down her chin, Abigail purrs. "Mmhmm." Braced against his thighs, Abigail bobs her head on him, savoring

his flavor and his thick precum as it washes away the sour of his asshole. Her eyes are fixed on his, though, speaking her obedience and willingness to degrade herself for his pleasure. At this point, she is certain that he is going to fuck her.

James, able to see this in her, laughs. "You did it for the dick, didn't you?"

Mewling, Abigail nods her head on him. James laughs again.

"You want me to fuck you?"

Abigail groans. Moving her hands, she seizes him by the shaft and strokes him into her mouth. All she wants in the world is to be fucked right then. Her pussy has already soaked through her shorts, and she is absolutely certain she could take him to her womb with one smooth stroke. She just wants to be given the chance.

"Prove it to me," James says. Pulling her from his dick, he holds his saliva-slick crown to her cheek with one hand while keeping her steady with the other wrapped in her hair. "Beg me for it, Abigail. Beg me to fuck you."

Groaning and panting, kissing him as she drools on him, Abigail holds him steady by the shaft. "Oh, God damn it, James! God damn it!" Moving his cock, she smacks herself across the face with it in a show of desperation. As she does, she pants like a wild animal while pleading with him. "Fuck me, James! Fuck me

hard with your huge fucking cock! Fuck your slut! Fuck me," she says, pausing to let the tension grow. "Fuck me like the cuck never could!"

Abigail smiles as James smiles and, kissing his shaft, is allowed to suck him again. She kisses and slurps his crown, convinced that she has finally earned a deep-dicking, but James' cruelty has depths she has never understood and, with his dick in her mouth, James holds her tight by the hair as he laughs. "Fine, that was pretty good, I gotta give it to you." Then, steadying with both hands, he stares her in the eyes as his grin goes cold. "But, I never did tell you where I would fuck you or how."

James enters her wet throat roughly and is lucky to feel her stretch around him. Frothy saliva forms a ring around his shaft as Abigail stares up at him with tearful eyes. He holds her in place as she chokes around him, ropes of saliva dribbling into his pubic hair. He can only fit a few inches before she chokes and even those force her to struggle for breath. Abigail pushes against his waist at first, surprised by the abuse, but as she came to understand his intent, she settled around him.

Staring into her eyes, James can see the fear and excitement. He moves her slowly along his shaft, giving her room to steal a quick breath before forcing her back down. Abigail holds him by the waist, not pushing but not pulling, either. She lets him thrust into her throat and rides it out like the good slut he has taught her to be. At this point, she figures she will be abused either way. This way, at least, she doesn't lose the fight.

She breathes around him in quick gulps. It is hard, with her throat so stuffed, but she draws deep nosefuls of his musty scent, which are enough to keep her awake, though the lack of oxygen helps to dampen the pain. She is more

frightened, however, by the stabs of arousal that are spreading through her with each inch of his thick cock. Even as she chokes on him with her throat, Abigail swears that she can somehow feel him in her loins, stabbing her deep and forcing pleasure upon her.

Soon, her fright turns to delight as she comes on James. Mewling and whining, she claws gently at his hips as her eyes roll back with pleasure. James, noticing, lets out a laugh as Abigail's throat tightens around him. "Fuck, are you fucking coming," he asks, and Abigail manages to gurgle a response around him as he holds her in place. Grinning from ear-to-ear, James guffaws. "Of course you fucking are, you nasty bitch. For fuck's sake, don't you have any shame?" He punctuates his question with a gentle smack across her cheek.

Throat full of thick cock, Abigail can only breathe around him and stare. The orgasm, combined with the lack of air, has her dizzy and obedient, and James' cold eyes have her hungry. She can feel his orgasm approaching in the way he throbs and fills her throat. He is fatter than usual, and she is sure that he will be spewing within a few more strokes.

Taking charge of his pleasure, Abigail holds him by the shaft and forces him deeper into her throat. James stares at her, wide-eyed, overcome by arousal and by pleasure as she stares him in the eyes and gags herself on his dick. Swelling further, he plugs her throat completely before firing, filling her belly directly with hot semen before lifting her head to allow her breath.

James' thick cum coats her throat on the way out. Abigail swallows the first load to fill her mouth and then allows him to fist the rest into her face and onto her outstretched tongue. She eats greedily of him, stealing breaths around all of his semen but otherwise not caring about the pain. His sperm is hot as it slides down

her throat but it settles nicely in her belly.

She sucks him clean afterward. James, still holding her by the hair, watches her while panting. The pleasure has been a lot and, at his weight, James had struggles to keep pace with a slut as eager as her. Her lips are a tight vice around his crown as she sucks the remaining sperm from him. The entire time, she stares him in the eyes. "Fuck, you really do got them dick sucking lips."

Abigail blushes and smiles, licking her lips for his pleasure before swallowing the rest of his seed. She re him saying that the day before, and she re all the times he said it while they were dating. It is different to hear him say it now that she is his slut. She came twice with his dick down her throat, once on her own and once with him. Holding him by the root, she is surprised to find how much eleven inches can change a person's perspective. Holding him steady, she takes him into her throat to show him that her entire body is made for his dick, too.

James groans while watches her, and she continues to stare, unblinking. "Damn, your throats tight and wet like your pussy."

Forcing her deeper, James watching Abigail take him again. He is losing steel rapidly and, limp and pliant, she manages to take him to half his length before stopping. James holds her there, staring her in the eyes as she caresses his thighs. When released, she sits up to kiss his crown and hold him to her cheek. Her devotion is absolute, and that alone is a triumph for James.

"You like that, don't you? You liked when I fucked your throat." James laughs while gently tapping his spent cock against her cheek. Abigail giggles against him. "Here I was thinking I was clever, and you went and came choking on my cock. You really are a nasty, shameless size queen slut, aren't you?"

Kissing his shaft and breathing in his scent, Abigail nods.

"Fuck," he says, "Two years. I wasted two years on you, and this is all you were good for." Pulling her forward, he forces her into his pubic hair again to breathe him in. Abigail does so and then, held in place, begins kissing his root and tasting his balls. "You're just a thoughtless cock addict hungry for my dick. Well, don't worry, Abigail, I'll keep you fed."

Pinned to his crotch, Abigail breathes a moan. "God, daddy, yes you will."

James smacks his dick down on her forehead one last time before sending her to get him another beer. Dizzy, she struggles to the layout of their simple, single-story house, and when she returns James is dressed. He takes her by the hair after taking the beer from her. Pulling her to the couch, he seats her where he was and holds her to his covered crotch.

"Kiss me."

"Yes, daddy," she whispers, and she kisses and licks his crotch. Her pants are wet

from climax and soaking into the cushion. Abigail doesn't care. All she can do is stare up at James' big belly, hoping to steal a peek at his cold blue stare.

"You are my slut."

"Yes, daddy." She smiles. "I am definitely your slut."

James grins. "Did you enjoy getting fucked?"

Throat raw as the sperm slides down her belly, Abigail coughs. "I loved it," she whispers, nuzzling him through his pants. James laughs and tosses her sideways onto the couch. She follows him to the door, waiting as he downs his beer and then taking the bottle from him. James smacks her on the ass on the way out.

"Get your shit taken care of tonight so I can fuck you tomorrow."

"Yes, daddy," Abigail says, waving at him, her breasts shaking and her nipples hard. Thinking about him fucking her for real, Abigail nearly comes on the spot.

The Better Man

Abigail wakes up wet and giddy. In the shower, she rubs her smooth pussy with a smile. Yesterday, after James left, Abigail cleaned up quickly before going to pick up her family. She hardly had them home before she left to go get waxed, and when she returned she was sore but smiling. She called Mark a cuck again over supper, and not even the resulting argument could sour her mood.

It had only been two days since James fucked her, but two days without his eleven-inch dick stretching her wide was beginning to feel like torture. It didn't help that he visited her on both of those two days, though she did enjoy those visits and learned a lot more about herself as a person. Before bed, she prepared herself a bag of ice for after James ruined her, and she looks forward to using it.

The morning es at a crawl. Everyone in the house moves slowly or drags their feet entirely, except for Abigail, who moves like a whirlwind to make up for them. She has the car packed and is ready to leave before everyone else has even finished breakfast, and she uses the extra time to check herself in the mirror. She wears James' special clothes underneath her normal clothes again, but even then she doesn't wear a bra. Her nipples show through both shirts, they are so swollen with expectation. Mark seems to notice and steals glances, and somehow Abigail feels like she is betraying James each time. She puts on another shirt to try and hide her arousal.

Mark leaves the kitchen to let the girls finish breakfast. ing Abigail in the bedroom, he stares at her for a few seconds before speaking. "Abigail, are you alright?"

Abigail has her shirt partway on as he says it and finishes pulling it on before responding. She adjusts it, pulling it to make it fit right, checking herself in the mirror to make sure it hides her nipples. It does but only slightly. Afterward, she gives Mark an exasperated smile. "Of course, I am. Why do you ask?"

"You just...you seem on edge this morning." Mark stuffs his hands into his pockets and straightens his posture. He is a handsome man with dark hair and dark eyes, and looking at him, Abigail loves him dearly. She even feels guilty about what she will do later that day, but she will also do it, and she will let nothing stop her.

"I'm just ready to start the day," she says, imagining James' hard dick filling her throat. She looks over his shoulders. "Think the girls are done?"

Mark blinks a few times and then sighs. "Yeah, I'll go check." He pauses in the doorway, staring at her. "I love you."

Abigail gives him a smile and, speaking from the heart, offers the most sincere, "I love you, too, cuck." From there, the morning es normally. Abigail drops Mark off without a word and then leaves the girls at their daycare. On the way home she speeds, and she arrives before James does. Inside, she strips to find her shorts wet with her arousal.

James arrives without a word, entering the house and sauntering in full of

confidence. Abigail greets him with equal confidence, her pussy slick and nipples showing through her top. When she smiles, he smiles back humorlessly, devoid of good cheer. Only arousal and rage exist inside of his eyes. "You look excited."

Abigail chews her bottom lip to hide her smile. Her eyes flash as she looks upon him. "I think you'll be excited when you see what I did."

"Oh?" James lifts his eyebrows while regarding her girlish giddiness. "You got something to show me, slut?"

Abigail, toying with the hem of her shorts, nods. She uses her arms to wedge her breasts together and deepen her cleavage. Her pink nipples show, erect, through the thin fabric of her top. Her arousal is evident even in the goosebumps on her arms.

James seats himself on the couch. "Then show me, girl."

Smiling more, Abigail murmurs, "Okay!" She removes her shirt first, leaving it on the floor beside her while swaying her hips to an unheard beat. Then, she holds her shorts open, revealing her glistening peach. James whistles when he sees it, the soft, smooth folds wet and shining upon appearance. Standing with her legs parted, Abigail displays herself for him, holding her lips open to show off her shiny pink insides.

James reaches forward, jamming his hand into her pants and forcing his fingers up against her. In the past, Abigail would have been bothered by his brazenness. Today, she revels in it. When his rough finger enters her, she coos, leaning against his arm. That lone finger, combined with her excitement, is enough to reward her with a small orgasm that leaves her shorts even wetter. Noticing, James responds with a laugh. "Like that, slut?"

Hugging his arm through the pleasure, Abigail nods. "Yes, daddy." She stares up into his eyes, whimpering. "What about you? Do you like it, daddy?"

James grunts and removes his finger. Wiping it on her bare breasts, he says, "Feels smooth, but I ain't seen it clear enough to know whether I like it or not." Sauntering back, James places himself heavily on the couch. Abigail follows him, bunching her shorts and pulling them tight against her vulva on the way. James watches and says, "Take 'em off so I can get a good look at you."

Another nod, and Abigail removes her shorts. She yanks them down her thick thighs and stands with her legs parted for him. Her crotch is wet, the white skin of it shining in the midmorning light. Her pussy is, true to her word, waxed smooth and slightly swollen. Her labia remained parted where his finger was, open and hungry, waiting for his return. Inside, she is hooded for him with her cervix open and ready.

Reaching out, James fans his fingers along her thighs while using his thumb to hold her labia open. He gazes at her dripping interior, her arousal apparent and pungent. Leaning forward, he gives her a sniff before sitting back to appraise her further. "Shit looks smooth, Abigail, but the real test is your asshole. Turn around and gimme a look."

"Yes, daddy," Abigail says, and she turns and bends for him. Sticking her ass out, she holds herself by the shin as James' hands land on her ass. His palms are rough against her skin, and his strong fingers mold her flesh as he holds her cheeks parted to gaze at her most private regions.

Like her pussy, her asshole is completely waxed, as is the rest of her body. The only hair left on Abigail is on her head. Seeing this, James smiles before giving her a sharp swat across her ass cheek. Abigail winces but smiles, her pussy growing wetter from the blow. Looking at him between her thick thighs, she asks, "Did I do it right? Do you like it?"

James laughs. "Do I like it?" Sitting back, he takes her by the hips with one hand and guides her toward him. "You tell me," he says, guiding her onto his lap after pulling out his hard dick. Abigail opens for him as she falls, panting and wailing as she takes him to the root. Her womb aches upon his arrival, while the rest of her flexes in a spasm around his thick shaft. Whining, she comes on him as James takes her by the hips. "What do you think, Abigail? Do I like it?"

With tears in her eyes, Abigail rests against him, crying breathlessly as her toes curl. "Coming. Coming! I'm coming!"

James grins. Taking her by the hair, he winds her hair around his fist and then tilts her head sideways. With his other hand, he moves her hips on him as she gains her footing. Planting her feet beside him, she raises her hips at his suggestion and then falls on him, hitting another climax as tears roll down her cheeks.

"So good! I've needed this so much!"

James laughs. "You stupid cunt."

Abigail nods her head, impaled by him, drunk and thoughtless with pleasure. "Yes, daddy! I'm a stupid cunt! I'm your stupid cunt! I'm daddy's stupid cunt! Daddy is fucking his stupid cunt!"

Teasing her clit to bring her to a third climax, James then shoves her forward to herself before swatting her ass. Abigail rests to catch her breath and, as her many orgasms subside, braces on his knees so that she can bounce on his shaft. James, meanwhile, takes hold of her by the shoulders, his big hands nearly encircling her neck. "You're still gonna suck my toes and eat my ass after we're done, slut. This shit ain't free!"

Abigail giggles. "Yes, daddy! Anything to keep you fucking me!"

"Good girl." James gives her another swat on the ass. "Now, turn around and ride me right! I wanna watch those milk cow titties bouncing while I fuck you!"

Abigail grins. James is crude but honest. Reluctantly easing herself off of his

shaft, Abigail is struck by how long he really is. Turning, she regards his massive, gleaming manhood with a smile before taking him in hand and holding him steady as she mounts him again. She takes him to the root before feeding James her breasts. James, meanwhile, takes hold of her hips and immediately has her bouncing on his shaft. Abigail winces but coos as his crown hammers her sensitive womb toward another orgasm. "Oh! God! James! You're so fucking deep!"

James growls. Swatting her ass, he yells, "That's how sluts like you like it!"

Cradling his head to her breasts, Abigail nods. "It is, daddy! I like it deep. I like it when your big cock goes deep in me, daddy!"

Abigail rolls her hips and rides him in with short bounces. She moves to get herself reaccustomed to his size before she can really ride him hard. James seemingly doesn't mind, idly watching her breasts as they bounce in his face and periodically latching onto a nipple with his mouth. Abigail grins, cupping his head to her breasts like a child as he vigorously chews her nipples and bruises the supple flesh.

She comes again, and her head lulls back from the dizzying pleasure. "Oh! God! James! I've missed this! I've missed your big dick! I've only had it twice--three times now--but I feel like I'm addicted to you."

James laughs around her breasts, sucking both and squeezing them roughly without care for her pleasure. They might bruise, but Abigail enjoys the pain.

James swats her ass. "You are addicted to my dick," he says. "Cause you're a fucking size queen."

Abigail nods, widening her bounces. She moves on half his shaft now, lifting her hips high and falling down on him hard. Each stroke sends his cock hammering into her womb. Pain mingles with pleasure, elevating it to ecstasy as she writhes on him. "I am your size queen, daddy!" Staring down into his eyes as she climaxes, she caresses his cheeks gently. "I'm a slut to your big dick, and your big--mm--fat balls as they slap against my ass, and your big rough hands moving me and punishing me. Fuck! Coming!" She whines. "I'm a--a slut to your blue eyes and your crooked grin. I'm your slut when you spank me or smack me when I don't answer fast enough--Ah! I'm your slut, daddy! I'm your size queen slut. Fuck!"

Praised by her, James swells and fills her suddenly while sucking her tits hard. Abigail comes in tandem with him, perhaps the biggest so far as her womb swells with his seed. The warmth spreads through her, and Abigail holds to his shoulders to ride out the orgasm. She doesn't want to out this time. Instead, she wants to stare James in the eyes and capture this moment forever.

When finished, she is dizzy and breathless. Though limp, James remains swollen inside of her, plugging her womb and holding his semen in her depths. Were she not on birth control, then she would surely be pregnant. Even now, she is afraid that James' semen will find its way up her tubes and infiltrate every egg she has. Despite the fear, it also turns her on. After all, James already made one beautiful child with her, and with her growing attraction to him fogging her reason, she can only imagine more beautiful children to come.

James swats her ass afterward. "Good nut."

Abigail smiles and flexes around him, milking whatever might remain in him deep into her over-full womb. She moans afterward. "God, James, you come so much now!"

James grins. Cupping her ass, he squeezes it roughly like he did with her breasts. At this point, her entire body will be one big bruised left by him, but she doesn't mind. The bloated feeling behind her cervix subdues any frustration she might feel being manhandled by him. "Do I come more than the cuck?"

-EL-Abigail rolls her eyes, but her smile stays. "You know you do," she says, but finding him smiling, she flexes around him again. "You come more than any man I've ever met!"

"Damn straight I do!" Releasing her ass cheeks, he gives both a firm swat before reaching over to down his beer. Holding the empty bottle to her, he burps. "Now that I've come, you got work to do. Get me another beer and start licking my toes, slut."

Abigail nods. "Yes, daddy." Taking the beer, she removes herself from his lap, stepping carefully as she feels his massive shaft leaving her. Stretched wide, she feels semen gushing down her leg from the moment his fat crown exits her pussy. She flexes to slow the spill as she goes to grab him another beer and then returns with sticky thighs to kneel at his feet and suck his toes.

She is diligent in her work, sucking and licking him fervently, ingratiated by all of the orgasms. James' spent cock distracts her, though, gleaming and slimy, resting against his thigh. She wants to taste him, to suck him clean and enjoy the flavor of their combined pleasure as it fills her mouth and throat. Instead, she is given a chance to have his manhood draped across her face as he drags her, facefirst, into his asshole.

Again, she licks him, wriggling her tongue between his cheeks and doing so with enthusiasm. She still reviles the flavor of his asshole, but she is desperate to thank him and keep him happy. Two days without hope of being fucked had been torture, and while her most recent orgasms are satisfying, they are also enough to convince her to be well-behaved.

Abigail licks him dutifully until he pulls her head out and then lets him smack her across the face with his spent cock. Her tonguing gives him a bit of steel but not enough to convince him to fuck her again. She smiles, nuzzling his dick and kissing his pubic hair, breathing deeply of him to distract herself from the taste in her mouth.

"God damn, you're a good little slut when you want to be, and all it took to prove it was eleven-inches."

Abigail laughs and kisses his balls. She takes to sucking them in hopes of getting him hard a second time.

"Well, I gotta go, and you got a mess to clean up." James downs his beer and

leaves the bottle on the floor. Standing, he lets her hold his balls in her mouth a moment longer before shoving her down. Abigail smiles up at him; James dresses without noticing.

Abigail shows him to the door after, kissing his crotch and watching him from the open doorway. Semen continues to ooze down her thighs and the floorboards are soaked with it. She does have a mess to clean up and, though usually cleanly, she would rather soak in it for the next few hours than wash any of it away.

That is not a choice for her, however, so she goes to wipe up the mess before taking a shower. In the shower, she sobers some, though not enough to make her think of anything outside of James' dick. The guilt that she felt when all of this started is now gone. Mark is a good person, but James is the better MAN, and right now, that is all that matters.

The Second Throne

Abigail iced her pussy after Mark got home and, though he was curious, merely saying the word cuck can now silence him with hurt and anger. Looking at Mark, and comparing him to James, Abigail feels her guilt abating. In many ways, Mark is still the better person between the two of them. He is kinder than James and far more patient with her, and at a superficial level he is better to look at, though he lacks James' brutish appeal and raw masculine sexuality.

That night, Abigail sleeps soundly, and she wakes up horny the next day. She checks herself in the shower, making sure her body is still completely smooth to prevent any trouble later that morning. After that, she goes through the motions, living a normal life with Mark at home for the weekend. Around noon, Mark leaves for work, driving himself, and the girls go down for a nap. As soon as they are asleep, Abigail quickly changes before texting James, who arrives within ten minutes at her front door.

"You really calling me over for some dick?" James uses this as a greeting as he kicks his shoes off and steps out of his pants. He seats himself, half-naked, on her couch as she goes to fetch him a beer. "Are you really that dick-drunk, Abigail?"

Abigail opens his beer but hesitates as she hands it to him. Staring off at the floor, away from him, she murmurs, "I just...I thought you would want this, daddy."

James laughs again and, holding up his foot, wiggles his toes at her. "Now, now, don't get all sad. You're a good slut, and I actually brought you a special present for being so good." Abigail eyes his crotch. Imagining the present to be eleveninches long, she kneels at his feet and licks his toes. "How's the cuck likin' that waxed pussy or ain't you let him see it?"

Abigail hums thoughtfully around James' toes, weighing her words carefully. Though every aspect of James seems to dizzy her anymore, she has also become resistant to his shallower appeals. The taste of his feet neither repulse nor arouse her anymore. Now, they are simply a part of her day.

"No, I don't. You've made it very clear that I belong to you now, so I see no reason to confuse him by showing off my body to him when I won't put out."

James pauses with his beer bottle to his lips, watching her. "You saying you don't even jerk him off or nothing?"

"I don't even jerk him off," Abigail says, licking the arch of his foot for emphasis. "I'm your slut, daddy, not his."

James grins. "You been calling him a cuck, too?"

This, Abigail doesn't answer. She just blushes and switches feet. James laughs anyway, and his dick swells an easy inch.

"Damn, you're naughty, but it's probably easier this way. No need to fake an orgasm when you can have real ones with me, right?"

Thinking of orgasms, Abigail purrs and lets her eyes roll back as she sucks his toes diligently. The longer they talk, the better he tastes. Soon, James is fully erect, stroking himself while watching her, his big hands making his size look almost normal. Abigail, however, knows better.

"He ever ask why you don't fuck so much anymore?"

Abigail shrugs. Licking the top of his foot, she says, "We didn't have sex much before you fucked me, so it's not much of a change."

"You didn't..." James leaves his fat shaft at rest against his big belly and reaches down to take her by the hair. Dragging her up his legs, he lets her lick and kiss him all over on the way. "How much is not much," he asks, pinning his steel hard shaft to her cheek while she drools.

"Less than five times since we have gotten together."

"Less than..." James guffaws. "Shit, Abigail, that ain't nothing. Hell, we've done fucked three times in under a week, and you told me that two days without my dick was torture. What's wrong with him?"

Abigail whines. "You know what's wrong with him, daddy. Don't make me say it."

Staring her in the eyes, his gaze cold and hard, James smacks her gently across the cheek. It is a warning, but it helps to loosen her lips. "I asked you a questionwhat's wrong with the cuck?"

"His dick," Abigail says, panting against his shaft. James moves her down to kiss his balls and smell his pubic hair, and she does it eagerly. "He's a cuck and, while he's not exactly small, he's definitely not eleven-inches large." She moans against his nut sack. "God, even your balls are twice the size of his!"

Guiding her lower, James feeds Abigail his asshole. She holds him by the thighs and licks him dutifully, filling her mouth with his vile flavor and watching his dick harden and leak. It disgusts Abigail to be there, doing this, but it also arouses her to arouse him so much. Stuck in his stinking cleft, Abigail takes whatever pleasure she can find, and she finds a lot of pleasure in pleasing him.

When she is released, she is allowed to nurse his balls again and takes to it eagerly, sucking the sweat from them to replace the scent and taste of his asshole

that lingers inside of her mouth. James is leaking hard now, and he rests his steely shaft down across her face while she stares up at him with his balls in her mouth.

"You're a shameless, nasty little cunt, you know that?"

"Mmhmm."

"Sucking my balls and eating my asshole while your fiance is at work and your girls are napping. All you care about is my dick, ain't it?"

Abigail purrs. "Mmhmm!"

"Then stand up and stick your ass out. I'ma' fuck you."

"Mm!" Abigail stands and steps out of her shorts. Bracing against the wall, she sticks her ass out at James who lingers behind her for a moment before lining up and entering her with one smooth thrust. She laughs, coming around him. Mark always had trouble with this position. James, meanwhile, holds her by the hips and takes her to the base, filling her pussy and pushing into her womb. Abigail claws at the wall in her pleasure. "FUCK!"

"Stay quiet or you'll wake the girls," James growls, swatting her ass and picking up speed. Despite his warnings, he is careless, fucking her hard and deep from the start. Abigail whines and mewls, biting back her pleasure until she comes again. Then, mouth agape, she comes, drooling and wailing until James silences her with his big hands.

Holding her by the neck, James fucks her hard while choking the air out of her. He is careful to keep her breathing but controls her screams. Abigail, frightened and powerless, comes harder around him, tightening on instinct and orgasming more because of it. James is ruthless, and she is shameless.

"Told you to be quiet, you slut." James watches her ass jiggle with each forward thrust. Abigail, meanwhile, holds the wall tight as he sends orgasm after orgasm through her. "Poor girls, gonna be raised by a cuck while their mother is made a slut."

James' words hurt Abigail but also arouse her. Struggling to breathe through his tight grip and the countless orgasms he is sending through her, Abigail's world spins. She loves her children. She loves Mark. She loves all of them far more than she cares for James, but she is powerless to resist James and his perfect dick, and they both know it.

Abigail tightens around him in another climax, and James swells in return. Fucking her harder, he holds her by the shoulders to pull her into him with herculean jerks. Abigail's entire body is throttled as he pounds her from behind, her breasts swaying, and drool escaping her open lips. She moans, and she sounds like an animal in heat.

"Fuck, you got a fine ass," James growls, and he releases one hand to swat her ass. Abigail moans, head back. "I'm getting close, you slut."

"I know, daddy, I know! Your huge cock is getting even bigger! You're going to flood me!" She whines and claws the wall. "Do it, daddy! Shoot me full of your cum! I need it! I want it! Ah!"

"Fuck!" James quickens rapidly and fires into her depths. Holding her tight by the shoulder with one hand and squeezing her ass cheeks with the other, James deposits his thick, syrupy sperm directly into her womb as Abigail whines and pants around him in her own orgasm.

Abigail does not out, though the pleasure of this climax is equal to the one the day before. Her body, inundated in waves of euphoria, feels light and floating as she stands on her tip-toes against the wall. His hot sperm triggers another climax that leaves her shaking as he warms her insides and swells her pussy with his thick seed. At this point, Abigail is used to his life-changing climaxes and has learned how to ride them out.

James grins as he withdraws. Leading her by the hair, he steps back and drags her to him. Abigail kneels, panting, with her mouth open and her tongue out as James lifts his heavy cock and slaps it down across her nose. Juices spread around his shaft, leaving a glistening halo across her giggling face. James laughs, too. "Like that, slut?"

"I love your big dick, daddy." Taking his slimy shaft in both hands, Abigail holds him delicately as she licks him all over to clean him. She can taste and smell their combined juices on his shaft and is grateful for that. It reminds her that he fucked her, and that always makes her happy.

James stares. "I done fucked you stupid, didn't I?"

Abigail shrugs with him in her mouth. She sucks him dutifully, gleefully swallowing whatever left over sperm leaks across her tongue.

James lets her finish before returning to the couch. He scoops up his beer and downs it before calling her over. "Bend over for me," James says, settling on the couch. His spent cock comes to rest on the fabric. An old part of Abigail worries that he might leave a stain, but the new part keeps her quiet.

Abigail stops before James and lets her eyes take in his half-naked form. Every part of him is made more handsome by the sight of his huge cock. She sees him holding something in his hands and frowns as she takes it in. "James, what is that?"

"A gift. Now turn the fuck around."

Abigail obeys, and when guided to, she bends at the waist and sticks her ass out

at him. His semen is falling from her in ropes. She would be ashamed if she weren't still so aroused. He parts her labia further, and Abigail moans. "J-daddy, what are you doing?"

"Quiet!" James swats her on the ass once to silence her and then inserts something into her. She takes it to the base, moaning as she does, and recognizes it then-James has just put a dildo inside of her. Compared to James, the dildo is like a joke, but compared to Mark it is girthy. He seesaws it in and out of her a few times before withdrawing it completely.

"Your pussy is a mess," James says, idly parting her ass cheeks. Abigail is dizzy and drunk on him, so much so that she doesn't realize his intentions until she feels the slick crown of the dildo ease into her butthole.

"James!" Another swat, and she is silent as James eases the dildo into her. He forces it to the base and then swats her ass again.

"There we go." Turning her, he stares her in the eyes with a cruel smile. "And what do you say when your daddy gives you a gift."

"Thank you?" Abigail feels strange, like she has to defecate but cannot. The dildo is solid inside of her and leaves her feeling full. She frowns and picks at it until James swats her across the breasts. Whining, she stops. "What did you put into me?"

"A dildo."

"I know that, I mean, why did you put it in my ass?"

James grabs her by the throat, and she stares at him. "Watch your tone," he says, and then moving his thumb, feeds it to her. Abigail sucks it readily. "I own you, Abigail. I own every inch of you. Including your asshole, and I am going to make sure to get full use out of this thicc behind of yours. Got that?"

Abigail has never had interest in anal. Her first boyfriend tried it once with her and soon ended up on his ass as she dressed and left the room. She has never tolerated the attempt, and has a history of shutting down the conversation with a look. James, however, isn't asking her. Neither is he talking about it. Using her sperm-soaked pussy for lubricant, he has already inserted a dildo into her asshole and is now expecting her to wear it around her house.

Fucked senseless and powerless to stop him, Abigail stares him in the eyes and nods. "Yes, daddy, I understand."

"And you don't take it out without my permission unless you gotta shit." He swats her pussy. "Got it?"

"Yes, daddy," she moans.

"Good girl." James mauls her ass cheeks with both hands. Just having been fucked, her entire body still feels like a pussy, and James' big hands feel strong and rough against her skin. He gives each cheek another small smack before standing. "We gotta get you ready, cause you know how big my dick is, and we're gonna have you stretched out first."

Abigail nods shakily while dressing. She pulls her shorts on to contain his dribbling semen and then watches him dress. It saddens her to see his plump cock put away and, staring at him, she feels a thrill in her spine when she considers how he might fill her asshole soon. She has never had an interest in anal before, but at this point she finds it difficult to imagine James causing her anything but pleasure.

Once dressed, James has Abigail walk him to his truck. She follows him in a daze, her body still shaky from the orgasm. The dildo feels obtrusive and foreign inside of her, but she knows better than to remove it. As her high lessens, the fear of being reamed by his fat cock fills her mind. She stares at him, and she feels anxiety mixing with her arousal. She wants him, but she doesn't want to want him.

"Gimme a kiss," James says, turning to her. Abigail nods and, kneeling at his feet, kisses his heavy crotch. This act of obedient affection comforts her some as she re how good James feels inside of her. Anal might simply be the price she has to pay for continued deep-dicking. If that is the case, then, she has already decided to pay it. James pats her head. "Good girl," he says, and he pulls her to standing by her hair. ", only comes out of you when you shit. Got it?"

Abigail nods. "Yes, daddy."

Squeezing her ass, James growls. "Fuck," he says, taking her by the hair next and moving her head about. "It gets me hard when you're a good little slut, you know that?"

Abigail grins and purrs, and James smacks her across the face. Forcing her lips open, he works his index and middle finger into her mouth and lets her suck him. Abigail stares him in the eyes as she does it, wholly devoted to him in this moment, and James thickens. In under a week, he has taken her from hating him to begging him for his cum and wearing a dildo around in her ass. He has never felt more powerful in his life.

Meanwhile, Abigail is enraptured with him. Even the taste of his fingers is deeply erotic to her, and the way he saws them in and out of her mouth only makes it hotter. Deep down, she still hates James and everything that he is, but she cannot deny her attraction to him and his big, fat cock. Every time he fucks her, it makes her want him a little more, and standing there with his fingers in her mouth and his semen running down her leg has left her completely at his mercy.

Seeing this, James says, "You'd suck my dick right now, out in the open, if I asked you to, wouldn't you?"

"Yes." She says it without hesitation as soon as he removes his fingers from her mouth. He wipes them on her blouse.

"Then come over tonight."

"Come...over. To your place? James, I don't..." SMACK! She goes quiet, staring at him. James' big hand was right there to silence her with a single blow. She doesn't move to hold her cheek, nor does she recoil at all. The smack was not only expected but, in her mind, earned. Her nipples swell from the pain. "I mean to say, what will I tell the cuck?"

"Don't know, don't care," James growls. "I'll send you the address later, and you better be there."

"Yes, daddy," Abigail breathes, and James climbs into his truck. He hardly lets her move before he pulls away, and she stands, lingering in the street, as she watches him go. She worries about what she will tell Mark later to get her out of the house, but she also looks forward to seeing James for a second time that day and hopes to milk a second load from him deep into her pussy.

Later that day...

Abigail's heart stops as she sees the address that James has sent her. After James left, she went for a quick shower and dressed, waiting for Mark to come home so

that she could go see James later that evening. While waiting, she checks the text again and swears she recognizes the address but tells herself it is impossible. When Mark gets home, she leaves hardly with a word, save for telling him that she is going to be out of the house. "Don't worry, cuck, I'll be back home later."

Mark, surprised by her sudden exit, stands in the doorway and whines, "Abigail! Please, stop calling me that."

Abigail laughs, her mind on other things. The address is impossible and must have been her mistake. She keeps telling herself, even as she smiles condescendingly at the man she is cheating on. "Sorry, sorry, it's just a joke." Then, she tries to turn her smile honest, at least for now, as she takes one of his hands and squeezes it. "I'll be back soon. I love you."

"I love you, too," Mark says, and he stands in the doorway and watches her go. Abigail is partway down the street and just out of sight when she stops to remove one outfit and reveal the other. She is dressed to show off her figure, as James expects her to. Reaffixing her seatbelt, she pulls out onto the highway and slips into traffic on her way toward town center.

The town Abigail and Mark live in is small and rural. Abigail moved here while dating James and could never find a way to leave. She grew up only forty minutes away, in a place even more remote and spread out, and was born in a city only a few hours away that was significantly larger than both. Her mother had relocated in an attempt to find a job and, having struggled with that, had turned to alcoholism.

Since becoming an adult, Abigail has watched her mother wrestle with employment and alcohol, finding an unsteady mix between the two in recent years. Her mother, Paige, then bought a house within town and built herself an unstable nest. That nest is the house which James' address leads her to, confirming all of Abigail's fears and leaving her blood cold in her veins on arrival.

Impossible as it may be, she finds James' truck parked in the drive, and her nipples swell at the sight of it. James is here, she is sure of it, though she cannot figure out how that might be. Her mother and James have never gotten along well. Though her mother is beautiful, she is also at odds with the world, angry at having the life that she has had and even angrier to see her daughter making similar mistakes. James was, in Paige's mind, just another reason to abandon Abigail and berate her for her mistakes. Images of James' dick flash in Abigail's mind however, and Abigail wonders if that has any influence over why he is here.

When Abigail had left James, she had done it quickly and while he was out of the house. In effect, she had left him penniless and homeless. James had no job at the time and had little interest in finding one, and the last she heard from him before his sudden return, he was going to be kicked out of his house, unable to pay his bills. At the time, she had felt justified, and even now she doesn't feel guilt, but she does feel fear as to what that made him do and how he did it.

She steps shakily from her car, putting one foot in front of the other in a slow, uncertain succession, all the way up to the front door. The stairs, in particular, are a difficult climb despite their brevity. At the door, she stops to take in the yard, the house, counting the stories and the garage, peeking as well as she can into the back yard, trying desperately to prove herself wrong. Her fears are confirmed, however, when she knocks at the door and has it answered by her brother, Oliver. At least, she thinks it is Oliver.

He meets her at the door wearing white lingerie. All his life, Oliver has been a slender and anxious man. When Abigail last saw him, he wouldn't leave him room for fear of the world outside. His hair had grown long and unkempt, his nails untrimmed, and his time was spent shuffling alone in the darkness, gaunt and afraid. In youth, the two had been almost identical despite the two years that separated them, and now he looks very much like her again, save for missing the curves and the freckles across his nose. Everything else, though, is nearly a mirror image.

She stammers his name, and he smiles a pink-painted smile before showing her in. From up the stairs that lead to the living room, James' booming voice shatters the silence. "Olivia, who the fuck is it?" Abigail's heart hurts when she hears him.

Blushing, Oliver turns his back on Abigail, his slender ass displayed by sheer white panties, the fabric of which rides up between his cheeks. He adjusts the panties while calling back to James, "It's Abigail, daddy."

"Then bring her fat ass up here."

"Yes, sir," Oliver says, turning back to Abigail and smiling again. "Come on in, Abigail, he is just up the stairs."

Abigail follows Oliver up the stairs and into the living room, watching his

skinny ass flex in his panties on the way. From behind he looks like a slender, graceful woman. From the front he has looked the same, save for the faintest bulge of a tiny boyish penis. From what she can see, he looks small even for a normal man. Next to James, he would appear downright infantile.

At the top of the stairs, Abigail finds the old living room she had visited with James so many times while they were dating. Bookshelves line the walls, housing old, familiar texts. Two couches are set catty-corner next to each other, creating a smaller room by their placement. A coffee table is set between the couches, and the television stand is placed against the stairs. The television is on, set to ESPN, and James sits naked on one of the couches, his feet propped up on the coffee table as Abigail's mother strokes his fat shaft and sucks his hairy balls.

Paige is half-naked, wearing only her own pink lingerie, with her hard nipples tenting the fabric. She strokes him rapidly, his shaft gleaming with a mix of her saliva and his precum, as she nurses his balls. Licking her way up his shaft with her eyes closed, she moans before taking him into her mouth and sucking him with feminine hunger. Oliver enters the room as if it is perfectly normal to see. Abigail, meanwhile, stands rooted at the top of the stairs, awed and aroused.

Oliver leaves the living room, going to the kitchen briefly and returning with an opened beer to replace the empty one beside James. James takes it with a grunt. "Thanks, slut," he says, and he smacks Oliver's ass on Oliver's way out. Oliver leaves with a smile, returning to the kitchen to prepare supper.

Abigail stammers.

Noticing her on a commercial break, James grins. He mutes the television while staring her in the eyes. "Well, look what we have here. Glad you decided to come home, slut."

Swallowing her rising anxiety and confusion down, and staring fixedly at her mother drooling on James' shaft, Abigail struggles to form words. "I came...you told me to come." She clears her throat. "Daddy."

James laughs. "And you always do what your daddy says, don't you?"

Abigail nods without thinking, mesmerized by her mother. So far, Paige hasn't even acknowledged Abigail, but when she does notice her daughter, Paige only stops to wink in Abigail's direction before returning to her work. She bobs her head on James wetly, gagging as she takes him to the edge of her throat and stroking her saliva into his shaft as she does.

"As you can see, this is my house now, and I let your mother and sister live here with me."

Abigail blinks, returning to reality enough to think to correct James, but the sight of her mother slurping so obediently is too much. Overwhelmed, she only nods in response, murmuring, "I can see that." It bothers her to realize it, but both Paige and Oliver seem happy like this, happier than Abigail has seen them for a long time. Abigail herself is deeply aroused, even if slightly worried, by the raw masculine power James is displaying right now.

Paige slurps James dutifully, showing greater desire and skill than Abigail ever has. She strokes and throats him with knowing ease, each stroke being perfectly timed and subtle. Her attention is fixed and reverent, trained by time and mastered with enthusiasm. It is like Abigail isn't even there and, considering how Paige used to hate James, it only serves to arouse Abigail more deeply.

Watching her mother with James, Abigail suddenly frowns. "If they're here, though, why did you even want me to come over?"

Seeing her like this, James laughs and takes hold of Paige by her long, auburn hair. He guides her carelessly along his shaft, choking her, fucking the opening of her throat without hurting her. Paige allows it for a time but removes his hand after a few thrusts. To Abigail's surprise, James allows it, resting his big hand on Paige's back instead and granting her control over her own body. "Aw, it's cute to see the little slut is jealous of her momma. Well, don't worry, slut, there's still plenty for you to do while she sucks my dick so good."

Lifting his right leg, James shoves the coffee table to the side before holding his foot out and wiggling his toes at Abigail. "For now, you can show your momma what a good little girl you are."

Still frowning, Abigail moves quickly to obey. Compelled by that strange force, she moves closer, her eyes still focused on Paige's slow, delicate movements. She doesn't only suck James' cock, but she seems to worship him with her mouth and hands. She loves James, truly and deeply, and she shows him that love with every movement. It hurts Abigail to see, being deprived of such love and

devotion from her mother, but it also arouses her, too. Gushing at her mother's display, Abigail kneels with equal devotion, determined to serve James with matching vigor, even if she can't meet her mother's skill.

James rests his foot on her lap, and Abigail takes it into hand and smells him reverently. She mimics her mother's effort, watching her mother even as she sucks James' toes. She treats his foot like her mother treats his cock, sucking him, slurping him, salivating on him, and massaging him delicately. The taste is different from the familiar, manly flavor of James' dick, but Abigail enjoys it all the same. Her mother's willingness to service a man she hated so much confuses Abigail and arouses her, too.

Tasting him, Abigail finally finds a worthy distraction. Slowly, her interest in her mother fades, but her dedication does not. Already aroused, she falls quickly into James' trap. Burying her nose into his toes, she breathes deeply of him before sucking one toe into her mouth. The taste is a balm for her, easing her anxiety as his earthy flavor spreads across her tongue. He tastes just as he had that afternoon, and that taste freed Abigail to forget herself and fall into his service.

Each time Abigail sees James, she finds herself more mesmerized by him. Seeing him with her mother only makes her awe more pronounced. Sucking his toes, she steals glances at her mother's devoted blowjob. James has returned to guiding Paige by her hair and smacks her cheek to draw her attention. Paige looks up, and James points her toward Abigail, who has now closed her eyes to moan around his feet. Seeing this, Paige laughs, and James says, "Told you. She's a real slut, just like you."

Smiling, Paige strokes him with both hands and licks her lips to gather the precum that has smeared on her chin. "Of course she is. How could she be

anything else for a dick like yours?" Paige returns to sucking James, watching her daughter who, opening her mouth, takes to watching her in return. They share a brief, somewhat confused smile, and Paige winks before using her hands to spread her saliva along James' thick shaft. "Hey, sweetie, long time, no see. Having fun down there?"

With her mother watching, Abigail finds herself feeling very self-conscious and decides to use James' big feet as a shield. Still licking him, she hides behind his foot, tracing her tongue along his arch and stealing glances between his toes as Paige laughs.

"Acting like a child," Paige says. "There's nothing to be ashamed of Abigail. I've done similar, and I'd do more to get a chance at his dick. It's what women like us do for a man like him. It's only natural," she says, slurping his crown and sucking up his precum with a needy purr. "Sluts like us are born to worship a stud like him."

Paige's words horrify and arouse Abigail. Over the years, the two of them have fought many times. Paige is an imperfect woman and was, objectively, an awful mother. Alcoholism saw her emotional abuse sometimes turn physical violence, and years of neglect and cruelty had turned quickly to trauma. Abigail always revered her mother, as any child would, but time gave her perspective enough to avoid the older woman.

Now forced together, Abigail's entire perspective of Paige has changed. Listening to her mother speak in honeyed tones about James, a man both of them had agreed was repugnant on his best days, made the shock of James' massive dick seem somehow diminished. Her mother, while a raging alcoholic and a mean-spirited bitch, was also fiercely independent, almost to the point of being

unbearable. She has had three husbands so far, with many boy toys in between, and none of them could demand the sort of attention that James is getting

It seems to Abigail that the strange power which James can exert over her also has influence over not only Paige but Oliver as well. With his dick alone, James has infiltrated Abigail's life and completely uprooted it, reducing both women into mewling sluts drooling on him for his big cock and turning her brother into a sister who likely does the same.

Watching Paige, Abigail switches feet, taking to James' left foot now and sucking it with familiar hunger. As she does, she takes a break to catch her breath and ask her mother, "Mom, when did you-why did you-how?"

Tracing her tongue along James' fat, leaking crown, Paige moans as she gathers his precum and eats it up. "Mm, baby. Well, let me just tell you..."

Months Earlier...

Paige had just gotten home from work when she heard the doorbell ring. Grumbling, she set her beer aside and hurried to the door, stopping in the hallway to glare down at her son's closed bedroom door before descending the stairs to the front door. There, she opened the door just as James' heavy fist had finished hammering it again. She was stunned when she saw him, rooted in place by both his sudden appearance and his sudden entrance into her home. Watching him climb the stairs, she felt powerless to do anything but follow him in silence.

Like Abigail, Paige hated James, though the origin of her hate was different. By the time she met James, Paige had long hated all men. Years of abuses and disappointments had turned her on humanity. Homeless at sixteen and knocked up by nineteen, she raised Abigail alone until she met Oliver's father, whom she stayed with until she found out about his child pornography ring. Following that revelation, she moved states and found her way here, where she married again and had a third child who now lived with his father.

What had started as simple misandry had, with years of alcohol and cold, bitter resentment, turned to full misanthropy. She hated the world and all of the pains it gave her, big and small. Alcohol was her medicine. It didn't reduce the pain, but it made her numb to it. When she saw James, that old hate burned inside of her, but it was muted, made less pronounced by a sudden and powerful yearning. Watching him scope the living room and settle on her couch, that yearning turned to a subtle spark of arousal.

The couch sagged under James' weight. A big man, he looked sallow and sad. Though Paige didn't know the details, she did know of Abigail's recent decision to leave James and her following disappearance. It was one of the few times Paige had felt pride in her daughter, whom she always thought of as a failure for being knocked up so early and so often. That pride, however, was never communicated to her daughter. Paige instead told Abigail how she was hurting the girls, and she made sure that Abigail knew every bad end she might run into in running away from the abuses of the world.

The world, Paige thought, always found a way to kick someone in the teeth. Abigail thought that, too, but she was too young to live by it yet. Paige knew that time would fix that.

Staring at James, Paige tried to decipher the ache in her loins. James was not hideous, though he was not attractive in the conventional sense, either. He was a big man, fat, and he carried himself in a lumbering manner. He seemed to have gained weight since the last time she saw him, but the weight only served to give him gravity and presence, a presence made more acute by his towering height and broad shoulders.

Despite his size, Paige had never considered James to be strong, though her opinion of him was evolving as she stared at him. Fixed under his cold, blue stare, her loins were suddenly set ablaze. She stared back at him, brow knotted, assuming her slouched misanthropy. Arms across her ample bosom, she tried to fix him with a hateful gaze but found it impossible to properly materialize. Today, at least, James was too intimidating to intimidate. Speaking softly, she hazarded, "James? What are you doing here?" She tried to speak with her usual venom but found her words empty.

James held her gaze, his grin cock-sure and empty. He seemed tired. His smile was crooked. "Get me a beer."

Paige's only response was to lift her eyebrows, and then her body moved on its own. She was in the kitchen before she realized what was happening, and she went to give him her own beer but thought it better to get him a fresh one. Pulling one unopened bottle from the fridge, she returned to him

James regarded the bottle silently, his smile still curling his lips. "The fuck you doing? Open it for me."

"Oh, sorry." Paige popped the lid off and handed him the beer. James looked, and sounded, more tired than angry, but he watched her every movement. Bending over to pick up the lid she dropped on the floor, Paige is stopped by James' big hand fixed around her neck. He held her close to him while drawing from his beer, and he stared into her eyes as she stared back at him.

Normally, Paige would have fought back, but James' hands were rough around her throat. She watched him grimace as he swallowed, and as he regarded the beer in his hand, she could smell the alcohol on his breath. "The fuck is this lite shit?"

"It's what I drink," Paige said quickly, not afraid to displease him but instead eager to please. She felt small, submissive in his grasp, and the longer she looked at him, the hornier she became. "It's all I have on hand."

"Not anymore it ain't." Holding her in place, James took more beer into his mouth, but instead of swallowing, he spit it out across her face. Paige allowed it, not recoiling but wincing briefly to keep the beer out of her eyes. She stared him in the eyes the rest of the time, even when he smacked her wet cheek with his big, rough hand. "Shit is disgusting," he growled. "From now on, you buy Natty and nothing else, cause that is what I fucking drink. Got it?"

Paige nodded, and James grinned. Releasing her neck, he grabbed her by the hair instead.

"Good girl."

Covered in beer and saliva, Paige mirrored his smile. "Thank you," she said. The way he held her displayed her cleavage to him, and James stared openly at her hanging, exposed breasts. Without wiping her face, she spoke again, tasting the beer running down her face and into her mouth. "Is there anything else I can do for you, James, since I've already messed that up?" Paige had never felt so submissive in her life, but James was beautiful to her, and captivated, all she wanted to do was to please him.

James shrugged. Releasing her, he burped and said, "Sure. How about you blow me while I finish off this piss-water?"

Biting her bottom lip, Paige kneeled. She placed her hands on James' thighs and rubbed them as she settled between his feet. A sudden wave of arousal swept over her, swallowing her completely and dragging her into its depths. Her hands found his manhood, and she squeezed him through his pants, the size of him making the sea that consumed her privates boil. "If you like," she purred, and she found his zipper and pulled his pants open.

James dick jumped into view, fully erect and already leaking precum. He was massive in length and somehow appeared even larger in girth. Paige had never seen anything like him in her entire life. Catching him in both hands, she laughed as she held him. In time, her laughter turned to a throaty purr as she smiled up into his cruel face. "Well, well, would you look at this?"

Still smiling, she moved her hands down to hold him at the base. Comparing him to her ex, he is massive, like a man against a child. Comparing him to her tiny hands, he is even larger. She rested his fat shaft against his fat belly and marveled at how his thick root prevented the fingers of one hand to meet. A moan escaped her lips, and a shiver ran through her body. "Who knew you had a dick this big? Exactly how fucking big are you, James?"

James burped again and smiled in a way that looked more like a sneer. "Just under twelve inches long, and just over ten-inches thick."

Still holding him by the root with one hand, Paige used her other hand to stroke his length. At the crown, she gathered precum and smeared it along his meat. "Fuck, that's big. And Abigail still left you?"

James' eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Paige was afraid he might hit her. The anger ed, though, and finally he said, "She's a dumb cunt. That's why I came over here to have you replace her."

Eying his massive, towering shaft, Paige smiled again. He was twice the length of any man she had ever been with, and easily twice the girth, as well. Holding him, she took to stroking him with both hands just to feel the full length of his rigid manhood, and she marveled at what she felt. "Of course, James, I would be happy to replace my daughter. She left you and your big, hard dick? What a cunt. It's only right that I, as her mother, make it up to you. You said you wanted a blowjob, right? My pleasure all the way."

To emphasize her point, Paige took him into her mouth with a long, lavish slurp. Her lips stretched and her jaw strained to accommodate him. His size, both in length and girth, was no joke, she realized, as she struggled with his unfamiliar dimensions. It left her feeling clumsy, but she was eager. Though not one to normally submit to a man, especially not so easily, Paige was a hedonist by nature. She didn't ignore her impulses easily and, seeing James, tasting and stroking him, every impulse in her body told her to suck James deeply and to do it with a smile.

Watching her with a half empty beer bottle in one hand, James used his other hand to gather her hair and hold it out of her face. In return, Paige watched him as well, smiling when he smiled and bobbing her head with increasing familiarity. Moving her hands, she braced herself against his fat thighs and took him deep, choking on him with each downstroke, struck by the way he filled her mouth. For his part, James seemed to enjoy it, or at least offered no criticism as she worked.

Silently, Paige compared James to every other man she knew. She compared him to Abigail's father, a tall man, strongly built, muscular, and kind, and she found James superior. Having long carried a torch for the first man to break her heart, Paige saw no reason for further comparison. Every man who came after Abigail's father had disappointed her, and to have him now disappoint her by comparison to James, well, that gave her room for reevaluation. Sucking James' dick, Paige decided that she had found at least one person worthy of her praise, and she decided then to reward James with her wet, hungry mouth.

James downed his beer and dropped the bottle to the carpet before reaching out with his newly freed left hand to smack her. It was a gentle smack, not meant to hurt but to exert his dominance. Paige felt it in her pussy more than she felt in her cheek, and she moaned in response. She hated the idea of being treated like this, but she saw no reason to deny James the pleasure of it.

Grunting in response, James smacked her a second time and watched as it propelled her to greater action. Closing her eyes, Paige took him deeper and with increasing enthusiasm, sucking him faster and with increasing want. "Fuck," James growled. "That's right. Suck that big dick. You love it, don't you, slut?"

Paige moaned around him, purring as she sucked him frantically. The truth was that she did love it. James had a dick unlike any she had ever seen before, and while she still hated the world, she at least could appreciate James. At the very least, his eleven-inches was enough to soothe her barren spirit. Paige had lived a hard life, one unfair and unkind to her at every corner. Sucking James' big, fat cock felt to her like a reward for all the shit she had gone through to get there.

James' head lulled from the pleasure. Leaning back, he groaned as she took him to the edge of her throat again. "God damn, girl, you suck like a pro." Sitting up, he watched her pretty face stretch around him as she took him. Her eyes were closed, and she was completely dedicated to her work. Her concentration was impressive, as was her enthusiasm. He had never had a woman suck him so happily before.

Sitting up to watch her, James found himself reminded of Abigail. For three generations so far, the women of this family all seemed to be direct copies of each other. Abigail looked like Paige, and Penny looked like Abigail, each of them growing every year to appear more like the one who came before them. Watching Paige suck him, it felt almost like watching Abigail on the rare time she had given him a blowjob, and that only made James harder.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You got dick-sucking lips, just like Abigail did. I always used to stare at them when we would come over. Wanted to see them wrapped around my dick. I just knew, looking at you, that you'd suck like a slut, and you did not disappoint me."

Paige purred around him, his praises adding to her desire. Sucking him harder, she took him with animal want, her stomach suddenly empty and aching for his semen. It was the first time in her life that she ever wanted to swallow, and she found herself desperate for James, desperate to feed on his semen. He was, in almost every way, the crude man she ed, but his dick remade him. It took his disgusting behavior and made it masculine; it took his simplicity and made it straightforward and direct. Life was complex, she decided, but James was simple, and she liked that.

So simple was he that he began to shake as she bobbed her head on him. "Goddammit, Paige! Watching you suck my dick, I'm about to nut!" He withdrew from her mouth as he said it, taking hold of his shaft in one of his big, meaty fists and stroking himself to climax across her face. Paige took his load with a smile, sitting back on her knees and sticking out her chin for him. She stared him in the eyes as his first ribbon of sperm leapt from his dick and spread across her face, and she continued smiling even as he glazed her.

James was a big man, with a big dick, and Paige was glad to see that his orgasm was equally large. She had expected him to impress her, but what she got was beyond impressive. He left semen on her face and in her hair, running down her cheeks and gathering in her cleavage. The smell of him, primal and manly, combined with the heat of his seed to warm her bones and send an orgasm through her. It is small but singular in effect. No man has ever made her come by coming on her. Again and again, James continued to solidify his superiority in her mind.

Gasping and panting, wheezing as he swayed over her, James fell back onto the couch and let his limp dick hang and drip over the side. "Fuck!"

Eyes closed and guiding herself by her hands, Paige shuffled forward on her knees and found his dick by instinct. She pulled him into her mouth, sucking him clean and eating any remaining sperm that was dribbling out of him. His thick, masculine flavor was complimented by his musky scent, and she purred around him as lapped greedily at his essence.

Watching her, James could only groan. "Fuck, that's hot. I ain't never seen you act like this before."

Paige smiled up at him through his semen. "That's because I never knew you were such a big man before." She kissed his cockhead for emphasis. "Mm. Now that I know the truth, James, I can make up for all those years I should have been doing this for you."

James could only stare as he watched his ex's mother slurp and suck him clean. She kissed her way down his shaft and even suckled his balls before she stood. Her nipples were hard and showed through her damp blouse. The sight of her kept him aroused, and his limp cock swelled slowly back to life.

Seeing this, Paige smiled. "Well, would you look at that. It seems you're enjoying yourself quite a bit, huh?"

James nodded dumbly, and Paige laughed.

"You know, it's funny, but I never realized how cute you were before." Leaning forward, she took him in her hand and stroked him while staring him in the eyes. "Is everything okay there, stud? Cat got your tongue?"

Though aroused, James ed himself. Reaching out, he swatted her hard across the ass before taking her by the hair. Paige jumped and gasped, but she did not remove herself from his reach. Her flirting had him hard, and weeks alone had his balls heavy with reserve. Standing, he dragged her up along with him. "We ain't done yet, slut, so don't get cocky. I'm still hard, and I'ma' use every inch of you. Got that?"

Paige, tugged along by his big hand, purred in her arousal. "Mm. Yes, sir!"

"Damn straight," James said, and he shoved her away from him. "Then wash your fucking face and follow me to the bedroom. There, you can suck me again before I fuck you."

Paige scrambled to obey, driven by mixed lust and attraction. She followed him down the stairs as he stomped, half-naked, through her home. His fat cock swayed, steel hard, in front of him, leading him like a divining rod.

Ducking into the bathroom on the way, Paige stripped herself naked and rinsed herself off. Once clean, she ed James in her bedroom and sucked him like he asked. After that, she lied on her back and held him tight as he fucked her through the biggest and best orgasms of her life.

Present Day...

Slurping James on her couch now, as she did all those months ago, Paige uses both hands to spread her saliva along his long, fat shaft as her daughter watches. Paige's single-minded devotion is something Abigail sees and fears developing in herself. Watching her mother, however, Kendal cannot ignore her shared fascination with James' mammoth manhood, nor can she disguise the primal, animal control that James seems to exert over them both.

Paige releases James with a wet pop. Sitting up, she exposes her swollen pink nipples, showing through her bra and displaying her arousal to the room. James gleams in her hands, wet with a mixture of his viscous precum and her saliva. Paige has worked him to a shine and makes a show of licking her palms clean before stroking him faster. Her breasts bounce and sway with the movements of her arms as she speaks.

"And let me tell you, after that fucking, I was sure, if a facial wasn't enough to make me his woman, then eleven-inches up my snatch was." She flashes Abigail a smile as she watches her daughter suckling James' toes in animal submission. "But you understand that, don't you, Abigail?"

With one hand around Paige's waist, James laughs and beckons Abigail to him with his other hand. When she doesn't respond, he pulls his foot toward the couch with a grin on his face. Abigail follows until she is within range and then lets him drag her by the hair to his dick. Now, he throbs, slick and gleaming, in her face as Paige strokes him. "Come here, Abigail, and show your momma how much you like my big, hard dick."

As Abigail falls into his pubic hair to shower him in kisses and breathe him in, James takes to showering Paige in kisses of her own. He plants wet, sucking, biting kisses along her neck and shoulders, showing her more love and affection than he ever showed Abigail, even when they were dating. Were Abigail someone else, someone longing for and in-love with James, she would have been jealous. As she is now, however, the only jealousy she feels is in being made to sniff him while her mother gets the joy of jerking him off. She watches enviously as James twitches in her mother's hands and hungers to take her mother's place stroking him.

James' orgasm, however, is a gift, and Abigail is lucky enough to take it across her face. With him groaning above her, growling curses as he spews, Abigail shivers in her own orgasm and is unsurprised to find her mother mewling and whimpering in climax, too. Subconsciously, at the back of her brain, Abigail thinks how the women are satisfied in their alpha's satisfaction. It is only natural, she thinks, that they should come when James does.

Wheezing afterward, James stares in awe at the mess he left across Abigail's pretty face. "Fuck," he whispered, "That was a good fucking nut." Swatting Paige's ass playfully, he plants a kiss on her cheek as a reward for her good behavior. The kindness he shows Paige hurts Abigail in a new way. She doesn't want his kindness, but she had hoped for it for years and gotten nothing like it

during that time. Her mother, however, seems to have already found a place in his heart.

Grinning down at Abigail while still holding Paige about the waist, James says, "I told you that she's just as much of a slut as you are."

Paige laughs and leans into him on the couch. Still holding him by the cock, she strokes him off onto Abigail's waiting face. "From the looks of things, she might even be worse." Still stroking him from root to tip, Paige milks James onto Abigail's forehead and then into Abigail's mouth. Her fingers brush Abigail's lips and when Abigail tries to pull away, she finds herself held in place by one of James' big, strong hands. Guided by him, she is made to suck him while Paige watches. "I might get jealous of her if you're not careful."

James laughs and pulls Paige to him. Kissing her on the breasts, he stares breathlessly as Abigail chokes on him. Removing his cock, he rubs his salivaslick shaft along her sticky cheek while she mewls and whines against him. "No need to be jealous. This slut ain't nothing but a bucket to me. A rag for my cum. This is just punishment, an example of what she could have had if she weren't such a dumb cunt. You're better than her by a mile, and you always will be, and that's why I've chosen you to be my wife."

The Royal Family

Months Earlier...

Paige landed heavily on James' lap and shook as he held her by the ass. Like the day before, he forced her open and sent her howling in climax as she quaked on him. It was an experience that her body still could not cope with, even after three children. James was the biggest man her body had ever known, and she was old enough to appreciate that to the fullest. Toes curled and head spinning, she cupped his head and held him to her bosom as he slobbered all over her breasts.

Clutching him and moaning, Paige was surprised when James pulled her into a kiss. She hesitated only until she tasted them, and then she held him by the cheeks and jammed her tongue into his mouth to drink him up. James was a cruel man, and he showed it whenever he could. For years, Abigail accused him of beating her and, though Paige never saw it, she was aware of the bruises. The day before, he had been anything but gentle with Paige herself, though she had enjoyed how rough and careless he was and associated it only with boyish enthusiasm.

Today, Paige has found James gentler. He still fucked her hard, and she wanted that to continue, but he allowed her freedom to move how she liked. Gone was the bravado of the day before, and it was replaced with an earnest desire to find mutual pleasure in each other. Experiencing that, and sharing that with him, Paige held him and sucked his tongue, drinking up his delicious saliva as she rolled her hips and flexed for him. At that moment, at least, even if everything Abigail said was true--which Paige believed it was--she still favored James over

her own daughter.

Orgasm subsiding, Paige freed James' head from her grasp and held him again to her breasts. With him returning his affections to her nipples, she smiled and lifted herself on him, riding him again and building another powerful orgasm deep in her loins. His cock barrelled into her and against her cervix, adding pain to the pleasure and curling her toes again in another powerful and sudden climax.

James chewed her nipple carelessly while guiding her by the hips. This time, he didn't allow Paige time to recover and moved her on his dick, forcing her to ride him through her orgasm. Paige remained obedient, following his guidance without resistance or complaint. James was a brash lover, almost entirely without skill, but he made up for that lack of skill with an overabundance of masculine charisma and cock, and each powerful orgasm only made her like him more. "Oh God, James! Fuck! You're so good!"

Her face tightened as she rode him through her orgasm, and he felt her flex again as another orgasm followed close on its heels. Smacking her ass, James laughed. "You coming again, slut?"

Paige smiled, slowing her movements and rolling her hips rather than bouncing. Another swat on the rear brought her back to full strokes, and each deep stab of his dick sent the air from her lungs. She wheezed and whined through her orgasms, an eager slut for his eleven-and-a-half-inches. "Mm. Yes, baby. I just can't stop coming for you!"

Smiling, she carefully timed her movements to make up for his shortcomings. James was big but clumsy, and though the pain often added to the pleasure, she feared the times when it wouldn't. So far, he had given her only orgasms, but with a weapon as wide as his, she felt it best to manage how he could wield it. If for nothing else, it was important to train James how to use her so that their mutual pleasure was assured. In her mind, it would be an equal tragedy for her to come continuously without him eventually ing her.

Even as flawed as he was, James remained not only the best sex of her life, but also her very definition of masculinity. Paige had few examples of positive relationships with men in her life and coming every few thrusts with James translated to something very positive in her mind. Nothing else in her life could compare to it, at least, or compare to him and, feeling affectionate, she kissed him on the forehead to let him know.

James, unaware of her growing affection, only smacked her on the ass as he watched her bouncing on him. "That's what happens when you fuck a real man," he growled.

Enamored with him, Paige cupped him by the cheeks and pulled him into another deep kiss. Their tongues met, and she found herself drinking his saliva for the second time that day. Parting, she sat back on him, flexing and rolling her hips while staring into his dumb, empty neanderthal eyes. Paige chewed her bottom lip, enjoying James for his dim stare that was absent of anything but pleasure. His desires were simple and obvious, and each jab of his wrist-thick cock only furthered her affection for him. She was positively gushing on him.

"You're right, James! I've never been with a real man before I was with you." Holding him by the shoulders, she rode him hard, slamming herself down onto

his dick and taking him painfully into her depths as another orgasm assaulted and distorted her thinking. "AH! Fuck me, James! Fuck! You're so fucking big, and you feel so fucking good!"

Grunting and squeezing her breasts roughly, James ran his hands along her body. Watching her, the wheels began to turn, and though he was simple, James still wanted control. Paige could see it in his eyes, and though he remained in awe of her supple, womanly figure, he preferred control to climaxes and was desperate to keep it. Moving his hands, he fixed them around her throat only briefly before Paige redirected him, moving his hands back down her body and setting them down beside him on the couch. Then, she dismounted his gleaming shaft without bringing him to climax, and James went feral. "The fuck are you going?"

Smiling in a practiced, placating manner, Paige kneeled between his legs. "I'm just showing you how much I love your big dick, you stud." Cupping her breasts, she hugged them around his pussy-slick shaft and leaned in close to kiss him. James, understanding immediately, took her by the hair and guided her movement. Paige, meanwhile, could smell and taste their combined essence on him and purred as she sucked him. James wanted control, so all she had to do was hold herself ready for him as he took to thrusting up through her cleavage into her open mouth.

Having been in abusive relationships in the past, Paige was better equipped to predict James' moods and knew well how to redirect him. Simple as he was, James wanted only pleasure and power. Pleasure was easy to give and even easier to share between them with a dick as fine as his. Power required thought, but for Paige was something she was willing to sacrifice for the pleasure James promised her. As a result, she was treated better by James than any other man she had ever been with, and it was all because of her willingness to cede control to him at tactical moments.

It helped her, also, that she sincerely wanted to sacrifice to him. Ultimately, her greatest fear wasn't that James would hurt her but that he might ignore her. Yesterday's blowjob and the fucking that followed had her completely convinced--she didn't want a day to where he didn't come either in her or on her. If his desires were animal, then hers were equally animal, and that worked for them both.

James went deep, with his balls slapping and sliding along her body. Paige gagged but did not choke. She also tasted herself on him, and was surprised to find that their combined flavor was both familiar but not unpleasant. It aroused her to taste her own pleasure on him, and it aroused her to know that he was leaking across her tongue. Their pleasure was mutual, and she was glad to let him slide his shaft smoothly through her cleavage like it was yet another pussy.

Judging from his grunts and growls, Paige figured that James liked it, too. He spoke his pleasure to her through barking pants as he called her a slut. With one of his big fists, he held her in place by the hair as he fucked up into her mouth. It made Paige feel like a slut. At her age, such degradation meant little more than a face full of cum, and with James she at least knew that the cum would be thick and accompanied by climax. To be a slut for a man like him was a good thing, she figured, and so she embraced it.

James stiffened between her breasts, and Paige moaned in response. Eager to feast on his thick seed as she had the day before, she sucked him with greater urgency. Before James, it was rare that she would swallow a man's load. Staring down his shaft, however, and watching him rise through and fall between her glistening breasts, ing how hot and thick his seed felt inside of her the day before, she can only look forward to his coming climax. His thick, delicious loads were, to her, just another way in which James was better than other men.

With another feral growl, James cussed, and then he came. Paige purred, holding her breasts tighter around him and meeting each upward thrust with her own downward stroke. Soon, she took over completely, stroking him through his climax while James sat back, shaft stiff, semen spilling out into her mouth and across her face. Paige took it with a low, willing croon, swallowing what she could before resting him against her face and riding out his climax. Semen gathered in her hair and across her bouncing bosom, warming her breasts and leaving her sticky with seed.

When finished, Paige sat up and continued stroking him, milking him onto her with a smile as his thick semen stuck to her face. She licked his twitching cock with a laugh. "Mm, James, that was a good one!"

James grunted. "They're always good ones, slut."

Paige chuckled. "That's true, from what I've seen." Purring again, she stroked him into her open mouth, sucking him, tasting him, with a smile. "Mm. You've got a big dick, and big orgasms. You're the stud I've always wanted, and I'm the luckiest slut in the world to have you."

James, the simple man that he was, smiled at her praise and stuffed himself back into her mouth. Paige accepted him eagerly and stared him in the eyes as he moved her along his shaft. "Yeah? You like that big dick, don't you, slut?"

"Mmhmm."

"Shit," James growled, staring at her in disbelief and continued arousal. "If you keep treating me like this, then I'ma' have to stay and fuck you again."

Paige slurped James until he released her. Then, releasing him with a wet pop, she sat back to rub his semen into her breasts. "That is the plan, handsome. Let me go rinse off and bring you a fresh beer, and then we can discuss it in greater detail when I get back."

James gave a crooked grin, his fat shaft hanging in the open air, half-erect and leaking semen onto the carpet in ribbons. "Sounds good."

Kissing him one last time, Paige removed herself. She went to the upstairs bathroom to rinse her torso and face in the shower and then toweled herself off in front of the mirror. It was an effort to clean herself with how thick James' semen was. Even after with the water, it remained thick enough to clog the drain for a few seconds. Paige watched it wash away with a frown. It seemed like a waste to her.

Once clean, she went to the kitchen to fetch him a beer. True to his command, she had bought him new beer and had it ready for him on his return. Opening the beer for him, she brought it back to him and then kneeled at his feet to clean him with her mouth. She held him by his root and marveled at his length and lingering rigidity. Even after climax, he remained plump and heavy in her hands, longer than any erection she had seen on any other man.

She smiled around him, sucking him delicately and licking his shaft as she praised him. "Fuck, James, I keep forgetting how big you are whenever I leave a room, and then I come and see you, and I'm stunned all over again." She laughed. "I mean, if this is you limp, then how in the hell did I take you inside of me when you were hard?" She stroked him as she spoke.

"I don't know." James shrugged. "Maybe sluts like you open up for men like me."

Laughing again, she licked him from shaft to root, gathering the remaining semen on him and swallowing it eagerly. "I must, if I took you yesterday." Holding him, licking him, she ed the day before when she ed him in her bedroom. He was already hard and stroking himself as she approached, a big man filling her big bed, and all she could see was his fat shaft wrapped up in his fat fist.

He filled her like no one else could and fucked her hard, showing not only stamina but prowess. James was a clumsy lover, but he made up for it through force and size. Paige couldn't call him the best lay of her life, but he was clearly the best sex. His dick alone had reduced her to obedience, as had his scent, taste, and looks. Technique could be taught, she reasoned, dick couldn't.

She tongued his glans to clean him and teased his urethra with affection. Stroking him, she felt some steel returning to him, and found herself awed by both his virility and his stamina. James was a big man in poor shape, but he could last like a stud. His endurance, combined with his size, made him a

human-horse designed for dominance and impregnation. She kissed her way down his shaft to his testicles, and she kissed those, too.

Purring, she nursed his balls briefly before she said, "God damn, James. If I had known you were this good, then I would have been fucking you for years. As it is, you were wasted on a child like my daughter."

Grinning, James took Paige by the hair and dragged her up his shaft. Paige moaned in response, licking him wherever he led her before sucking him back into her mouth. Watching her, feeling her wet mouth around his crown, James can feel life returning to his cock. He planned to fuck her again, and like yesterday, he intended to fill her up. "If I had known you were such a slut, I would have been fucking you all along."

Paige slurped on him. "Mm. Good. Now, we can make up for lost time."

Pulling himself from her, James held her by the hair and hung her over his dick. He smacked her across the cheek, twice, both of them gentle and meant only as exertions of control, not punishment. Paige held his gaze and smiled at him. It hurt, but it only hurt lightly, and though she saw it as a juvenile display of dominance, she allowed him his pleasure and took pleasure in it herself.

Reaching out with his free hand, James cupped one of her breasts and tugged it hard while rubbing his slick shaft along her face and forehead. "That's fine, but don't get me wrong, though. I'll use you, Paige, but I'ma' still plan to fuck your daughter and other women, too. We can make up for lost time or whatever the

fuck you said was, but you better be ready to share."

Using her hands, Paige stroked her saliva along his shaft and watched him swell. Staring down his hardened length, her smile swelled alongside him. She liked James' rough hands, just like she liked his thick cock, and she loved the way he fucked and treated her. He was simple, but he was also the strongest man she knew, deserving of not only her devotion but also of a harem at his call. Kissing his crown, she purred, "Are you asking my permission, James?"

Frowning, he smacked her again. This time, he was not as gentle. "Fuck no, slut. I'm giving it to you how it is."

Paige still wore her smile as she said, "I guess I'll have to accept it, then, huh? Especially if I want to keep getting my fair share of your big, fat cock." She ran her hand down his full, hardening length and smiled as she held him by the root. "And I want nothing more in this world than to keep fucking you, James."

James gave her another slap, light but loud, drawing her attention back to his cold, cold eyes. "Then I got some fucking rules, slut."

Kissing him, Paige stared him in the eyes. "I'm all ears, master."

"First of all, you don't fuck no one else."

Paige laughed against him. "Why would I waste my time?"

"Don't know, don't care, just know that you and your fucking body belong to me."

Paige nodded, purring against his swollen dick, nuzzling him as she did. James smiled despite his efforts at stern control.

"Second, you don't own my dick. I can fuck whoever I like."

"Mm." Paige nuzzled him again and looked him in the eyes, staring affectionately, as if to point out that they had already established that.

"Last, you take care of yourself and keep your shit clean. That means no body hair, all of it waxed off. You should be smooth for me."

"That should be easy enough," Paige said, and she kissed him idly. "Anything else, handsome?"

"Yeah. No more drinking or smokes anymore. You get beer for me, and you keep it fully stocked, but you don't drink a drop yourself. Got it?"

James was pushing buttons, and they both knew it. That was why it came as such a surprise to him when Paige showed no hesitation. Though an dedicated alcoholic and smoker, she was quick to suck him to the edge of her throat before surfacing with tears in her eyes. Kissing him and smiling, she mewled, "Yes, sir. I have something better to replace them both with."

The sight of Paige reduced to his cock slut had him hard again. Pinning his crown to her lips, James grinned. "Good girl. Keep that up, and I might just fuck you again."

Paige grinned. "Here's hoping."

Present Day...

Abigail adjusts her shorts, trying hard to hide her ass as James pulls up. She sees him outside and lingers in front of the mirror to check herself before greeting him. Her pink nipples show clearly through the thin fabric of her tank top and, despite her earlier effort, her shorts ride up further with each step. By the time she is at the door, her ass is on display, and the shape of her labia can be seen as well.

This morning, she dropped Mark off in her sweats. Now, when her ex arrives, she wears almost nothing at all. The irony is not lost on her, though her own guilt is muted when she meets James at the door. Right and wrong have a way of fading out of focus when she stares James in the eyes. She smiles at him as he enters the room and offers him a cold, opened beer on the way.

"Good morning, daddy." She greets him warmly. The hate lingers in her heart, though it loses meaning with each orgasm. The memories and the old hurts have been recontextualized and given new life. Each smack, each strike still hurts her, but from her current perspective, they are also precursors to the pleasure that will soon follow his violence. James will never change, and she no longer expects him to. Instead, she realizes that she must change to accommodate him.

James es her, heading straight for the bedroom, and stopping beside her bed and waiting for her to him. Abigail follows obediently. At this point she is well-trained and almost eager to serve him. The promise of eleven inches and a rain of thick cum are enough to keep her loyal, despite her misgivings.

"We're doing it here today," James says, sipping his beer and burping afterward. "You're my woman again, and so I want to be comfortable when you blow me."

Abigail frowns. Even in another room, she has fallen asleep to the smell of James' dick in her nostrils every night for a week now, and as a result she still feels wrong betraying Mark like this. Aloud, she says, "But, this is the cuck's bed and..." Anything else dies with a loud smack. Abigail falls into the wall and braces herself for more to follow, but looking at James, she only finds him grinning as he stares her down.

"It might be the cuck's bed, but you're going to eat my asshole on it. Now, get the fucking bed ready for me. I want to sit bare-ass on his pillow."

Cheek burning, Abigail obeys. Standing from the wall, she moves to the bed and repositions the pillows on it, removing her pillow and placing Mark's pillow at the center, near the headboard. She feels guilty until she turns back to James and finds his pants open and his fat cock hanging out.

He hands off his beer before stepping out of his pants entirely. A big man, he has to himself against the wall as he leaves his pants, and his plump cock sways with his movements. Though not fully erect, he remains not only impressive but significantly larger than Mark. Once on the bed, he remains true to his word and places his bare bottom on the pillow, though Abigail hardly takes notice. She is too distracted by the beauty of his rapidly swelling dick.

She hands him his beer once he is settled. "There you go, daddy."

James laughs. "There's a good girl," he says, cupping one of her breasts offhandedly while taking a drink. Abigail moans. James' big hands, rough and strong, feel good against her sensitive flesh and leave her horny and willing. Distracted by her growing arousal, she forgets her guilt and s him on the bed. With James watching, Abigail leans forward with her rounded ass up in the air, and she takes his toes into her mouth with a purr. Through her shorts, James can see the faintest outline of the plug in her asshole.

"Cuck at work and the girls with your momma, and here you are at home, sucking my toes while I fart on your boyfriend's pillow." To emphasize his point, James lifts one leg and farts loudly across Mark's pillow. Though disgusted, Abigail allows a small laugh because she knows James is expecting it. At the bottom of her heart, though, she feels no good humor from it but no revulsion, either. Sucking his toes, she stares at his cock, and it is the center of her world. James says, "A lot has changed around here, huh?"

Abigail purrs around his toes again, closing her eyes and enjoying the flavor of him. It does astonish her to think that in under a week, James has not only dominated her, but he has also revealed to her the domination of her whole family. With eleven-inches and a grudge, he has completely rewritten her entire world, and watching his dick throbbing before her, she can only find herself gleefully aroused as a result of it.

James feeds her the sole of his foot and watches her lick him with her eyes closed. Any disappointment or disapproval has left her. All that is left is pleasure. Seeing this, James cusses. "Shit, you might even be a bigger slut than your momma, you know that?"

Laughing against him, Abigail showers his foot with kisses before switching to the other. "God, that reminds me: I still can't believe that you fucked my mom or made Oliver dress like a woman."

Frowning, James stuffs his toes back into her mouth. He draws a deep breath to calm himself and sips his beer before saying, "Olivia is a woman and always was. Just born wrong. As for your momma, I done plenty more than just fuck her. She's mine now, same as you, only I been training her for longer. In fact,

she's engaged to me, gonna be my slut bride."

Surprised, Abigail lifts her eyebrows but doesn't dare to remove James' foot from her mouth. She is absorbed by his flavor now, and absorbed with the slow, throbbing growth of his manhood. There was too much pleasure for her to be distracted now, so instead of letting her surprise in any meaningful way, she chokes herself on his toes, mewling around him as she does and wiggling her tongue between them.

James watches her short-lived surprise with a laugh. "Your momma's a slut just like you, Abigail. Only difference is she knows it, and she lives it proudly." Taking her by the hair, James drags her up to his dick and seizes himself by the root to smack his crown along her face. Abigail takes it without resistance, staring him in the eyes as he leaves her cheeks red. She is devoted at this point and even coming to enjoy his abuse, especially when it is abuse given through his dick.

Guiding her along his shaft, James parts his legs and lifts his balls up onto her face. Now, Abigail faces his vast darkness, and she follows his guidance reverently. Already drunk on him, she parts his cheeks and licks his asshole. She wraps her arms around his thick thighs to hold him in place. Reaching up, she finds the head of his half-erect cock and slowly strokes him as she eats.

His asshole still has a pronounced, sour flavor that spreads across her tongue, but this time it produces arousal rather than revulsion in her. She knows deep down that it shouldn't please her, but it does, and that makes all the difference. The heavy weight of his testicles on her forehead serve as a poignant reminder of her purpose there. She must please James, she must get him hard to get him off. If that means she has to suffocate herself on his stench, then she will, and her

efforts are rewarded. James swells to an erection in her hand.

Impressively, her tongue has him hard in seconds. Fully erect, he swells out of her grasp and comes to rest against his big belly. Grunting, James quickly removes her from his asshole and lifts her to nuzzle his cock. Abigail does it eager, favoring his musky sweat to his sour ass. Nose buried into his cock root, she showers him in kisses as he strokes himself against her face.

James watches breathlessly, laughing as she drools against him. "Well shit, there are some things your momma don't do for me."

Abigail's smile swells. It is wrong of her to take pride in something that should shame her, but his praise is valuable to her when she is cock-drunk on him. Repositioning herself, she takes him in both hands as she kisses and slurps his testicles. James releases his shaft, freeing her to stroke him while she stares up into his empty, unfeeling eyes. It was a shock to find that he had dominated both her mother and brother. More shocking, however, is how quickly she came to understand and accept it. James possesses a power over her that, apparently, extends to her family. She cannot even imagine herself refusing James, nor could she understand how any else could, either.

She moves to his shaft, licking and sucking his root while he gathers her hair and holds it out of her face. Abigail is sloppy with him, but she is doing it for show. James likes to watch her slobber on him, and he wears a childish smile as he guides her by the hair, dragging her up his shaft and to his crown. There, she pauses to kiss him before opening her mouth wide to suck him inside.

Holding him in both hands, stroking him, Abigail sucks him deeply once before settling on his crown. His girth intimidates her, and so does her length. Though she usually enjoys the feel of him in her throat, today she entertains herself by tracing his glans with her tongue and swallowing the precum that follows. His size is a challenge, straining her jaw even at a moment like this, but she believes that it is a challenge worth rising to meet.

Abigail slaves over him, bobbing her head and sometimes closing her eyes to moan. She knits her brow sweetly whenever she takes him particularly deep, and she strokes him throughout, spreading her saliva and sometimes cupping his balls just to enjoy their weight. Periodically, she steals glances at him, watching for his pleasure and smiling whenever he twitches between her lips.

In response, James groans and, guiding her by the hair, forces her deep. He swells fatter as she gags on him and, when he lets her up, finds her smiling and gasping as she strokes him against her cheek. Smearing her saliva along him, Abigail stares down his fat, throbbing length. "My God, James! I still can't believe how big you are!" She punctuates her point by sucking him back into her mouth and bobbing with increasing vigor. Using her right hand, she strokes him up into her hungry mouth. Her left hand, meanwhile, drifts lower to cup and massage his heavy balls, stirring up the thick seed that rests inside of them.

James grins. "Yeah. You like me big, don't you?"

Abigail flashes him a smile that, due to the way he stretches her lips, shows mostly in her eyes. Nodding against him, she mewls, "Mmhmm."

Pulling his dick from her mouth with a loud, wet pop, James rubs himself along her face as she giggles and licks him. The glossiness of her eyes betrays her desire. At this point, she is his slut, and no thought of betrayal or guilt exists in her pretty head. "And I bet you want a big load inside of that mouth and all over your face, too, don't you?"

Still cupping his balls, Abigail plants a kiss along his shiny red crown. "Yes, please." She can feel him swelling and throbbing, and she takes to sucking him again when he allows it.

-EL-

Holding her in place by her hair, James knocks her hands away and strokes himself into her mouth. Abigail, breathing rapidly around him, only smiles while staring him in the eyes. His fat crown rests against her soft lips, swelling and leaking as he strokes himself to completion. James' knuckles knock her chin on each upstroke as she eats his precum. Abigail holds herself in place, caresses his thighs as he fires his first wad. She swallows it readily, clearing the way for more.

Two more ropes wet her throat before she chokes, and James pulls out to leave the rest across her face. Gasping and moaning, panting her way to breathing, Abigail lets James paint her with his semen. When he is finished, he feeds her his spent cock, and she sucks him clean, choking herself on him as his cooling seed oozes down her face.

James grunts afterward, falling heavily into the headboard, spent. "Fuckin' hell, Abigail, that was a good nut."

Smiling against him, Abigail bobs her head and strokes him in tandem, milking him of any remaining sperm. She purrs as she does. "Mmhmm."

Pulling out, James takes her by the hair and holds her steady as he slaps his dick down across her tongue and face. Abigail allows it, smiling as he does it, laughing, soaked in his sperm. James holds his dick to her face and asks, "Think your cuck will smell ass on his pillow?"

Abigail kisses his shaft and shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe. I can always smell you for hours after you come." She sucks his shaft afterward.

James grinds his fat, hairy ass against Mark's pillow before standing. Abigail, fascinated with his body, watches him move. After a week of use by James, she has been trained to appreciate him now more than she ever did when they were dating. James remains a big man, his body shaking and jostling with his steps as his big cock sways before him, but Abigail is drawn to more than his cock now. She has come to enjoy almost everything about him, even that jiggle of his fat body as he steps heavily around the room to dress sends a spike of arousal through her.

James has his pants on before he returns to her. He does his belt beside the bed before reaching out to swat her ass. Groping the cheek he struck, he growls, "Pull down these fucking shorts and show me your ass."

Turning her body toward him on the bed, Abigail whispers, "Yes, daddy," and removes her pants. James watches with his beer in hand as Abigail's tight shorts slide down her thick thighs, revealing her plump, rounded buttocks and the plug wedged between them. It looks tight inside of her, though neither of them can imagine how James might look or feel once he fills her. Both are curious to find out, though.

James sips his beer and swats her bottom again. Abigail coos as he holds the cheek he struck, molding it with his big hand while staring at her glistening pussy and stretched asshole. "Been wearing it all day?"

"Yes, daddy," Abigail purrs.

"Cuck notice?"

She laughs. "No, daddy, of course not. I don't let him see me in my underwear anymore, let alone naked."

James grins. "Good girl." He swats her bottom again before shoving her away. Abigail falls sideways on the bed and then lifts her hips to slip her shorts back up.

Abigail smiles and climbs from the bed. They walk to the front door together, and there they linger as James downs the rest of his beer. Abigail feels small standing beside his 6'2" frame. Staring up at him, she decides that one of the reasons she finds his body so attractive is that a big, tall man like him seems well-suited for the big, tall cock he has. Reflecting on him as he was before, she finds his size almost comical by comparison to his frame. Now, however, she feels giddy in his presence.

She takes the empty beer bottle and follows him to his truck. There, she squats down and kisses his crotch. James watches her with a smile, and she returns the smile as she stands. Her face is still sticky with his sperm, but she intends to wear it until Mark or the girls get home. It is just too thick and rich to get rid of so quickly.

"The girls go back to school tomorrow."

Abigail smiles. "They do, and Mark will be at work all day."

James laughs. "He's working hard for you, ain't he?"

A small nugget of guilt forms in her stomach, but looking at James, she can contain it. Abigail shrugs.

"Well, don't matter. You're mine now." He cups her ass and gives it a hard

squeeze. "We can change your plug tomorrow, I think, get you ready for me."

Abigail smiles. "Yes, daddy."

"Until then, keep by your phone. I ain't saying I'ma' call you, but if I do, I expect you to be there."

"Yes, daddy," Abigail says solemnly, powerless to stop James. "Always."

Shameless Dominion

Abigail smiles as she opens the door. "Good morning, daddy, the cuck's pillow is ready for you, and I have a beer by the bed, on the nightstand."

James grins as he eyes Abigail. She is dressed as she normally does for him, but today she has her hair in pigtails. He swats her cheek as he enters, and she trails after him with a smile on her face. Laughing, he grabs her by one of her pigtails and drags her after him. "Did you do that for me?"

"Yes, daddy. I thought you might like it."

Staring at her, James laughs again. "I done fucked you stupid, ain't I?"

Smiling under his scrutiny, Abigail's cheeks warm. Her nipples are swollen from his gaze, and the sound of his voice has left her moist and ready. "I wouldn't go that far," she whispers, following him around the couch and to the bedroom. James throws her onto the bed with a grunt.

"I would, and I'm all that matters," he says, and he smacks her ass for emphasis. "Take off your shorts and show me the plug. I wanna see how you're doing."

"Yes, daddy." Abigail slips her shorts off and then settles on the bed on all fours, shaking her ass at him. Giving another grunt, James smacks her ass again before taking hold of her with both hands. Her ass is big, but his hands are bigger, and his rough palms feel good against her supple flesh. Increasingly, his rough hands feel to her like the epitome of manhood.

"Fine fucking ass," James says. He eases the plug out of her asshole, revealing her darkened insides as she slowly shuts in front of him. "Think you're ready for me back here?"

Abigail looks back at him over her shoulder. She has been carrying the plug in her for days and suddenly feels empty without it. Imagining him filling that void with his dick, however, sends shivers of mixed excitement and fear through her. The plug feels big inside of her but isn't any bigger than Mark. James, on the other hand, would stretch her to capacity. "I'm a little scared, if you want me to be honest. I mean, your cock is just so big, I can't even imagine what it will feel like back there."

James squeezes her ass roughly before giving another smack, and he watches Abigail coo in response. No matter the pain he gives her, she experiences it as pleasure. He has been taming her and training her for just over a week and already has her licking his asshole. Comparing her as she is to who she was before they broke up, James can only feel glad to have stolen her back from Mark.

"Fat ass slut you is built for a big cock," James says, and he takes her by the hair.

Turning her around, he puts one of her hands on his crotch and makes her feel him through his pants. Abigail grins when he does and stares up into his eyes like a child seeking permission to play with a new toy. "We'll change your plug in a bit. For now, take my pants off and get me hard before I climb into bed."

Purring, Abigail takes to her task with a smile. She stares up at James while kissing his crotch and undoing his belt. His eyes are cold, imive, full of hate and hurt, but their beauty is not lost on Abigail, who is growing increasingly infatuated with him. Every day another part of James reveals itself to her, giving her something new to love. She breathes him in through his boxers and examines the way his meaty shaft shows through the fabric. He is not hard yet, but he is plump and ready to be revealed. Mark, Abigail thinks, doesn't look this good in boxers, and she plants a kiss on James' crotch before yanking his underwear down.

The revelation forces the smile on her face to grow larger. With his cock now exposed, Abigail buries her nose into his dark pubic hair and breathes in his rich, musky scent. As always, it burns her throat and fogs her head, leaving her horny and willing. Smelling at him, she yanks his pants the rest of the way down his legs and holds them steady as he steps out of them, his heavy cock swaying and slapping against her cheek.

Abigail takes hold of him around the root and hefts him up, marveling at his weight and size. "Gosh, James, I just can't get over how freaking big you are." She kisses his crown and his shaft, and she strokes him even harder and larger. "And you're getting even bigger!"

James smiles at the joy he brings her. While he still hates her, and while he still carries a broken heart after what she did to him, he cannot help but swell with

pride when he re what he has done to her and how quickly he did it. Watching her stroke him, her eyes glossy with lust and want, her movements delicate to the point of worship, James feels both vindicated by the memory of his hurt and also empowered by her lust. Smacking her gently across the face, he says, "And you love it. You're such a size queen slut."

Abigail, smiling up at him, licks his cockroot and purrs. "Mm, I do love it, and if I correctly, daddy, I am YOUR size queen slut." Swollen against her cheek, James twitches against her, broadening her smile. Licking him lavishly, she works her way up his shaft, long past any feeling of shame the word slut might have once brought her. At his crown, she giggles, holding him in both hands and staring in awe at his length. Every day with James makes it easier to cheat than the last. Today, she sucks him into her mouth not only without any guilt but with a spark of deserving want. James is a big man, handsome in a cruel way, and deserving of her worship, and she is lucky that he is taking the time out of his life to let her suck him, especially when he has someone as beautiful as her mother ready to take her place.

With her hair in pigtails, James is free to grope her while he watches her suck. Leaning sideways, he scoops up his cold beer and drinks it while mauling her breasts with his free hand. Abigail moans around him, drooling down his shaft and leaving ribbons of saliva dribbling across her body. James enjoys a sloppy blowjob, especially when Abigail is the one giving it. It is just another small degradation, a punishment given to her for all the trouble she gave him over two years.

Once satisfied, James takes her by the pigtails and removes her from his dick. Stepping from his pants entirely, he s her on the bed and settles his bare ass on Mark's pillow. Abigail watches, wiping the excess saliva on the back of her hand before shuffling forward to kiss and sniff his feet once he is comfortable.

James regards her with a chuckle. "Hungry for my feet, slut?"

Abigail smiles at him, cupping his foot to her cheek and nuzzling and sniffing it like she did his cock. She kisses the underside of his foot while saying, "I can start here, daddy, or I can eat your ass first and do your feet later. It's entirely up to you."

James strokes himself while watching her, growling like an animal as he does. "Fuck, you're nasty. You like the taste of my asshole, slut?"

Abigail licks his foot now, purring as she does. Giggling, she says, "I don't exactly like it, but it gets you so hard. Mm!" She stuffs her mouth with his left big toe for punctuation, and she mewls while sucking him clean. "I do have to it, though, I have gotten to where I like the taste of your feet!"

James laughs and saws his toe in and out of her mouth. "Fucking shameless," he says, and he reaches out to take her by the pigtails and drag her up to his body. Abigail licks and kisses his legs on the way before finding herself buried, facefirst, into the familiar territory of his ass. The cloying stench of his asshole washes over her as she hugs him close by his thighs. Familiar with stink, Abigail no longer recoils but dives in, taking to the task at hand with pride and pleasure in her own willingness to do it. Tongue out, she licks his crack first before finding and probing his asshole shamelessly.

James tenses, grunting as he holds her in place with both hands. He grinds his asshole across her face, forcing her deeper than usual. Abigail purrs in response, imagining his big, hard dick growing even thicker and harder from her efforts. She imagines him leaking precum and, when freed, rises to find her dreams have come true. As James settles, Abigail removes herself from his darkened crevice and stares at his red, swollen, leaking crown.

Taking him in her right hand, she nuzzles his pubic root and sucks his balls while rubbing his fat, hairy thighs with her free hand. James, meanwhile, leans forward to smack her bottom, earning a coo from her for doing it. "Nasty fucking cunt!"

Abigail smiles with his left testicle in her mouth. She enjoys the abuse in part because it frees her from guilt. Submitting even to his abuses reminds her of how powerless she is to resist him. If she is powerless, then she cannot be held responsible for coming as he fucks her, nor can she be held responsible for enjoying the taste of his toes. Somehow, James made her into his little bitch, and she can't refuse him even if she tries.

Holding him in both hands, she stares up into his cold blue eyes. His asshole stinks, but the taste of it always leaves her drunk on him. She knows it, and James can clearly see it in her eyes. She licks his balls, up to the root of his cock, and there lingers to suck his pubic hair. James, meanwhile, picks up a photo from her nightstand and laughs. "Aw, don't you look cute with your cuck?" He shows her the photo of her and Mark together in the sunshine, Abigail kissing Mark on the cheek. "Did you take this after eating his asshole, Abigail?"

Abigail stares blankly at the photo, struggling to the moment. In the past, her memories of James were blank and colorless. Now, however, it is her time spent with Mark that is drained of color and meaning. James smacks her

across the face with his cock, and Abigail blinks and laughs as she returns to herself. "No, daddy, of course not. The only asshole I've ever eaten is yours!"

Another laugh and James takes her by the hair. "Of course it is," he says, and he forces her deep on his cock, filling her throat and holding her there as she gurgles and wheezes around him. Still holding him by his cockroot, Abigail fans her hands in his pubic hair, framing his thick shaft while flattening his pubic hair around him. She cannot even take him to half his length and, though this disappoints him, it is still deeply arousing to have reduced her to this to begin with.

Tears form in her eyes and crawl slowly down her cheeks. She stares at him, and he stares back, a sneer on his face. James' thick shaft has her throat filled and straining as she struggles for air. She mewls around him, though, saliva frothing around his shaft. James tosses the photo to the side, chuckling to himself when it shatters on the floor. Abigail, meanwhile, is too focused on his dick to notice.

"You belong to me now," James says, tightening his grip on her hair. "You're my woman again, you slut"

Abigail gives a wet purr in agreement.

Guiding her up, James holds her in place with his crown in her mouth, and he smiles. He stares her in the eyes and finds her powerless and willing. He controls her, her breathing, her movements, and they both know it, and they are both aroused by it, too. Abigail, who used to hate him so bitterly that she left him

homeless, is now lovingly suckling his cockhead after previously choking on him, and the only part of him that has changed is his dick. Everything else about him, by his own estimation, has remained the same.

Still guiding her, James eases himself back into her throat. Abigail manages nearly a third of him before choking, saliva running down his shaft and foaming around her lips. She never took her eyes off of his, though, even as tears filled them. Transfixed by the cold hatred in his eyes, she quivers and shakes, and she moans around his cock as she reaches her own climax. Seeing this, James laughs and smacks her cheek lightly. "You even come from me fucking your throat," he says, withdrawing and then returning with increasing force. He fucks her throat to a second orgasm and asks, "You're just a shameless cunt, hungry for my cum, ain't you?"

Abigail, weeping with pleasure, purrs around him. "Mmhmm!" The world is hazy and losing definition, but it doesn't matter. No pain or pleasure on her part really matters. All that matters is James' fat cock, his fat balls, and the orgasms she can bring him.

Dragging her now, James meets the downward strokes of her head with his own upward thrusts. He fucks her harder and deeper with smooth, unyielding movements. Abigail chokes on him and holds him by the hips, but she doesn't fight him. Instead, she pulls him into her, shameless in her hunger, desperate and open to him. Saliva smears across her lips and fans from there. It runs down his shaft, gathering in his dark pubic hair. He swells in her throat, and she cups his balls to massage the semen out of him.

"Fuck. Coming. Coming!"

Bellowing, James holds his cock in her with both hands. Three thick inches worked down her throat, Abigail stares at him with tears in her eyes. Her throat stretches as he spews. Hot semen sticks to her esophagus and to her stomach. More follows, surging and clinging, warming her belly and sending her into a third climax.

Abigail mewls around him as semen oozes from her left nostril. Her eyes roll back in pleasured pain as she rides out her orgasm while struggling to breathe through his. He is hurting her, but the pain she feels is then fed into her pleasure. It is one of her best orgasms yet and, when James releases her, she comes up gasping as burning ropes follow her, splattering across her face. Her cheeks, already glossy with saliva, catch the rest of his orgasm as he strokes himself to completion.

When finished, James moves her by her pigtails. Abigail takes his cock readily, giving a sticky purr before throating him again. She is a wild animal now, hungry and desperate. Mewling, she nuzzles him and laps at him, tasting whatever she can and enjoying the warm, pervasive flavor of his semen much more than the cloying rot of his asshole. Though, at this point, Abigail largely views James' body as perfection and cannot think of anything about him that she doesn't enjoy.

James, meanwhile, grunts while watching her. "Fuck, that was a good one." Holding his dick by the root, he rubs himself along her cheek, collecting cum before feeding himself to her. Abigail takes him with a smile and moans when she tastes him. "Get a bellyful this time?"

Abigail, slurping, mewls. "Mmhmm." The gloss of her eyes speaks her pleasure, and James can see it clearly. His abuses only serve to make her hornier and each time with him is making her not only more loyal but also more willing. Taking her by the hair again, James drags her down his shaft to feed on his spent balls. She nurses them eagerly, mewling like an animal as she sucks one into her mouth and then the other.

James checks his watch and holds Abigail to his testicles a moment longer. He allows her time to properly appreciate them, to wash them with her tongue and taste them thoroughly before dragging her back up his shaft. Lifting his leg, he farts with a grunt before removing himself from the bed. Abigail sits back, watching him half-drunk and full of hunger. "Your cuck must be done with work by now, and the girls are waiting, so I'ma' head back home to your momma and leave you to them."

Taking him by the hand, Abigail chews her lip and whines. Staring up at James, she finds herself hungry and desperate. She becomes a small girl begging her daddy for a toy. "You don't have to go yet," she says, dropping to the floor on her knees and shuffling toward him to nuzzle his dick. She purrs as his limp shaft obscures her vision. "Mm. You can stay here with me, James, live with me, fuck me whenever you want. You can be their daddy again," she says, smiling up at him as she takes him by the dick. "You've already taken me back, so you may as well take them, too."

James swells slightly despite his laughter. There is a cruel joy to be had in reducing his ex-girlfriend into a mewling, whining whore. Even then, he smacks her away with his palm before wiping the excess semen from his hand onto her shorts. Abigail is now against the wall, holding to it with one hand while cradling her red cheek in the other. She seems more hurt by his refusal than by his open hand.

Taking her by the hair, James pins her to the floorboards and holds her there until she begins licking his shoes. "I could do all that, but I ain't doing none of it. You had me, Abigail, and you blew it. Now, I don't want any part of this little family you're building. All I want is you. So, keep your cuck, and keep the girls. Build a happy little home. Marry him and raise the girls with him, and spend your whole life knowing that he can never make you feel like I do. Then, whenever I want, let me come over and fuck you while you beg and whine. That's your punishment for being a shameless slut and betraying my trust. Got it?"

Whining, Abigail lets James move his foot to hold her to the floor. She licks the underside of his boots until he removes them, and then, shuffling after him on her hands and knees, nuzzles his feet in frightened obedience. "Yes, daddy. I understand, and I am so, so sorry."

James laughs again, shrugging his big, heavy shoulders as he does up his belt. "Ain't no problem for me," he says, and he reaches down to swat her ass one last time before leaving the bedroom. Abigail follows him, his footprints left in cold semen taken from her cheek. She stops with him at the door and kneels to kiss his crotch as a show of submission.

Hesitantly, she says, "I'll miss you, daddy."

He laughs, loud and hard. "I bet you fucking will, you slut." He smacks her again before opening the door. "But this is the bed you made, Abigail, and you gotta lie in it."

Abigail whines. "I know," she whispers, and she watches him leave. James enters the hot summer air and goes straight to his truck as Abigail watches on her knees from the open doorway.

Months Earlier...

Paige had never gotten a full bikini wax before and, though it didn't hurt as much as she thought it might, it did still hurt. Her pussy felt good, though, without her pubic hair to cover it. It left her raw, naked, and she grew wet thinking of how James would react once he saw her. He had fucked her three times over two days. Each time was rough and hard, aimless, thoughtless thrusting meant for his pleasure and without a care for hers. Regardless, it remained the absolute best sex of her life. So, when he told her how to groom for him and what to do to keep him happy, Paige committed it to memory and did it immediately.

She skipped work and went straight for the first waxing place that had an opening. The girl who did it was younger than Paige and completely infatuated with her forty-year-old figure. She showered Paige with compliments while expressing surprise that Paige would be willing to do something like a brazillian at her age. Paige had, somewhat proudly, informed her of a handsome young stud who had caught her eye, and the young woman had given a blushing smile and a nod of understanding before setting to work. It was quality work for the price, and Paige had enough time to pick up the beer on her way home.

James was waiting for her when she arrived, his big pick-up parked out front of her home. She pulled up into the drive with a smile, her tender pussy growing

moist while her heart hammered. He climbed from his truck, big, tall, and lumbering, and Paige met him in the driveway with a bag in hand and a smile on her face. "Well, hello there, handsome. You're here early!"

James shrugged, his hands in his pockets. He looked away, staring at the neighborhood instead of her. "Thought I'd start my day out right," he said, sounding tired. "I been waiting nearly an hour for your ass. Where the fuck you been? Work?"

Paige giggled and moved in closer to him. She stared up at him like he was the only man in her world. After seeing his eleven-and-a-half inch cock, she truly believed that he was. "No," she said, "I was doing something more important." Lifting her left arm, she pulled her sleeve up to expose her smoothly waxed armpit. "I got waxed."

James smiled. Reaching out, he cupped her crotch. Paige smiled when he did. "You like that everywhere?"

Paige winked in response. "Everywhere," she purred. "And I've got your beer in the car. After how hard you fucked me, you tell me to jump, and I'm already in the air before you can finish the sentence."

James squeezed her crotch before moving his hand up her body. He grabbed her by the breasts next, mauling both with his big, rough hands. Paige moaned in response, and James moved his right hand to feed her one of his thumbs. "And if I told you to drop to your knees and suck my dick with all your neighbors

watching, what would you say to that?"

Chuckling, Paige kneeled at his feet and rubbed him through his pants. Briefly, her eyes drifted to his swollen crotch. He was heavy and dense through his pants, but Paige looked forward to seeing him fully exposed. "I'd say yes, please."

James' eyebrows lifted. "Really?"

Rubbing him with one hand, Paige used her other hand to undo his belt buckle. "Really, stud."

James grunted as Paige unbuttoned his pants, and he smiled when she undid his zipper with her teeth. Gathering her hair, he held it out of her face as she smiled up at him. "Your neighbors could be watching us right now, you slut."

Paige laughed in response. Hooking his briefs in her fingers, she yanked them down with his pants, revealing his half-erect manhood and his heavy balls to the cold winter air. His fat cock bounced and bobbed, knocking her in the chin before she could seize him with both hands. Her smile could barely fit on her face anymore when she took to stroking him. "Then they can watch as I suck your big, fat cock."

Kissing the crown, she opened her ripe, pink lips wide and slipped him inside of her mouth with a wet slurp. James watched, mesmerized, as she took him to her

throat with one stroke. It was hard to compare her to the woman he used to know. While they looked the same, they behaved so differently. The hate that Paige carried, not just for him but for the world, seemed to be missing, replaced by an animal longing for his dick. They both moaned as she throated him.

Guiding her by the hair, James took her head in both hands and forced her deeper. Though Paige was throating him of her own desire, James enjoyed the power he could exercise against her. He enjoyed choking her with his dick more than watching her choke herself because it gave him the power. Paige, recognizing this, stared him in the eyes as he stretched her throat on him, taking pleasure in pleasing him. Their relationship was primal but simple, and the simplicity served them both. Paige knew what James wanted and wanted it, too. She submitted of her own desire and could feel James' growing favor for it.

Watching her stole all of James' focus. Though there was a thrill of being caught, he didn't even consider it. The whole neighborhood could come out and watch and, somehow, it would remain a moment shared between himself and Paige. It was a moment of acknowledgement for them both, an acceptance of the truth of their relationship. To this point, James still wondered where it might go, but Paige was letting him know directly. In kneeling at his feet and sucking him in her yard, she was telling him exactly where the line was-nowhere. She was forsaking her entire life for him, and she was doing it with a sticky smile and watery eyes.

James swelled in her throat and felt her gurgle around him. Holding him by the root of his shaft, Paige pulled him deeper, holding a third of him inside of her while staring up at him. She stroked him gently, sliding her hands up his saliva soaked shaft and working him to a shine. Rings of saliva gathered around her stretched, gleaming lips as tears ran down her cheeks. Her mascara ran, but she didn't fight him. James held her in place, and she choked readily. James was in complete control, and they both liked it that way.

He groaned. "Fuck. Throat's tight as a pussy!" Moving her along his shaft, James stroked himself with her lips, and Paige moved with him, anticipating his needs before he knew them himself. She moved her hands in tandem with him, gathering her excess saliva and using it to wet her palms. Seeing the hunger in her eyes, James smiled and smacked her gently across the cheek.

"You've always been a slut, haven't you, Paige?"

Staring him in the eyes, Paige gurgled around him. She felt like a wild animal. Drunk on pleasure, she was reduced to primal wants and needs, made a slut by James' fat cock, no longer able to resist the pleasure he gave her.

"Even back when I was dating Abigail, you were a slut hungry for a big, fat cock like mine, weren't you?"

Paige purred around him, dipping her head to throat him again as James merely held her by the hair. She winked up at him as she choked, and she purred around him in a show of affection and submission. His balls, heavy with semen, churned in response. Still gripping her by the hair, James took control of her again, knotting her hair more tightly around his big hand and smacking her a second time. Paige giggled around him, and he smacked her a third time as she did.

James spoke with venom in his voice. "You hated me so much back then." Another stroke, this one harder and deeper, and he took to fucking her face

again. Tears ran down her cheeks, and James stared with a smile, enjoying the power he had over her, and enjoying the abuses he could visit upon her. "You like me now, though, don't you?"

Throat raw and used, Paige could only gurgle around him as she struggled for breath. "Mm. Mmhmm!"

James groaned. Head-lulling, James knocked her hands away and replaced them with his own hand. Forcing her deeper into her throat, he held himself three inches deep while stroking the remainder of his shaft up into her lips. "Fuck," he growled, "I am getting close!"

Holding her steady, his fist hammered her nose and lips on each forward stroke. Paige winced but otherwise did not struggle. She sat still on her knees, her hands at rest on her lap as he brought himself to a powerful but familiar orgasm. She smiled around him as James swelled and spewed, filling her mouth and throat, choking her with a groan.

Semen filled her throat and spilled out from her nose. Paige choked on him and fell back coughing when he allowed her. James, meanwhile, towered over her, stroking his enormous dick and raining sperm down across her face and torso. She took it with a breathless smile, uncaring of any attention she might be receiving from her neighbors. The only eyes she thought about were James', and her eyes were only for him anymore.

James hung his dick over her shoulder and pushed her into his pubic hair. Paige

breathed him in and showered him with kisses as she gasped and mewled. His cock, though spent, remained massive and heavy. He wiped himself in her hair before feeding her his crown. Paige sucked him dutifully, cleaning him with a purr.

"Fuck," James said breathlessly, wheezing as he stood over her. His legs felt like jelly, and Paige was painted so thoroughly that even he was impressed. He laughed as she slurped him. "Fucking hell, you're a slut."

Paige, covered in semen and sucking him slowly, giggled as she bobbed her head. Then, sitting back, she licked him around the head before taking hold of him by the shaft and kissing him all around. "I'm your slut," she said. "Speaking of which..." Reaching into the backpocket of her jeans, she produced a key and showed it off to him. It gleamed in the midday light before she slipped it into his pants pocket, and she smiled. "That's a key to my house. You're welcome any time, for whatever reason. As far as I am concerned, you run my house completely from this day forward."

James could only stare breathlessly as Paige returned to sucking his spent cock. He forced her to her knees, he covered her in his cum, he spanked her and smacked her, and yet she remained not only loyal to him but consenting. She was the perfect woman, sucking him in full view of her neighbors, uncaring of how she is seen, interested only in his pleasure. More importantly, she gave him a key to her home and, with it, an invitation to use her however he liked, whenever he liked. It was so stunning that it left him stammering with a slack jaw. "Are youAre you for fucking real?"

Hand around his cock root, Paige winked with him in her mouth. "Absolutely," she mewled. "There's nothing like a hard throat-fucking from a man like you to

make a woman know her place. If I'm a slut like you say, then I want you to be my stud, and if you're my stud, well, then I want you able to use me whenever you like."

Listening to her, James' dick twitched in response. They both noticed, and Paige laughed as she kissed his cockhead. "Looks like someone likes what they're hearing."

"Fucking slut," James growled and, tightening his hold on her hair yet again, James dragged her toward the front door.

Paige followed, laughing. "What now, James? Where are we going?"

"Inside," James barked. "I wanna put my slut to good use!"

Paige laughed again, her body bent and her hair in his hands as he led her inside to use her.

Broken Minds & Broken Hearts

Months earlier...

Paige came home from work to find the front door unlocked. The fear that should have swelled in her chest was instead replaced by excitement. She stopped at the doorstep to fix her hair and adjust her bra, cupping her breasts and weighing them in her hands before checking her breath and stepping inside. The last thing she ever wanted to do was offend James or repulse him with poor hygiene. She took her life as a slut very seriously and was determined to earn the pleasure that he gave her so freely with his enormous cock.

James was inside, seated on her couch with his pants off and his dick hanging, half-limp. He sat bareass, his heavy balls nestled between his thick, hairy thighs. He had a beer in hand, half finished, and barely took notice of her as she entered the living room. Paige stopped to drop her things in a nearby chair before going to meet him. She checked his beer first before settling at his feet, a single hand at rest on his naked thigh. She caressed him idly as she purred, "Well, hello there, handsome. I see you're putting that key to good use already."

James glanced at her while gulping down beer. He burped afterward and blew it into her face before saying, "You got a problem with that?"

Paige laughed and smiled. "No," she purred, "not at all. It's nice to come home and find you waiting. Mm." She ran her hand up his thigh to tickle his pubic hair.

"It's nice to see this, too."

James grunted and returned his attention to the television screen. Within seconds, he finished his beer and handed her the empty bottle. Paige went to fetch him a fresh bottle, returning and handing it to him before kneeling again to stare at him in awed affection. She loved his big dick, but she had become equally smitten with his manner. James was crass and crude, but he was also honest. He didn't pretend to be more than what he was and, as a result, she never had to wonder where she stood in proximity to him. His motivations were earnest and plain, and he never acted in a way meant to manipulate her. His desires were transparent and easy to meet.

Paige moved up his body and sniffed his pubic hair. She showered him with kisses on the way. "Is there anything I can do for you while you watch tv?"

Another grunt, and James pushed her to the floor. With her lying before him, he shoved his foot in her face. "Sports," he said, pointing at the screen. "Rub my feet for now."

Paige smiled graciously and, eying his cock, obeyed. She cupped his bare foot and, to her own surprise, gave it a sniff before she started massaging. James' scent was masculine and naturally musky. His feet smelled strongly of sweat and dirt. It reminded her of his cock only less pronounced, but the effect it had on her was dizzying.

James was watching television when his foot felt wet. Turning his attention to

Paige, he was surprised to find her kissing his feet and, periodically, licking them as well. When he was dating Abigail, she used to rub his feet sometimes, but she had never been so desperate to please him that she actually tasted them. Paige, however, seemingly had no shame and within seconds was nursing his toes while staring him in the eyes.

Paige watched him as she purred on him. The taste was not unpleasant, though it wasn't as kind to her as his cock had been. It did, however, turn her on, especially when she saw his cock twitching and swelling to life. Each lick found him fatter and longer, and when she was offered his other foot, she took to the task with a smile, cooing as she switched feet and drooling on the other with equal care.

With her sucking his feet, James quickly forgot sports. Instead, he watches Paige while stroking himself. Paige, in turn, drooled on his toes and licked up her own saliva, and she stared him in the eyes and watched his big hand gliding up and down his long, fat cock. In his hands, his enormous size almost looked normal, but she knew his hands were rough, too. She wanted to replace his hand with her own softer, loving fingers.

"You really sucking my toes?"

"Mmhmm." Paige released his big toe with a wet pop.

"And you like that shit?"

She purred. "Mm. I like sucking and fucking you. I love every inch of you." She punctuated the statement with a wink.

James grinned in response. "You wanna be up here riding me right now, don't you?"

Paige crooned around his toes, licking each one, slurping as she tasted him. "Yes, please," she whined.

He laughed. "God damn, you're a slut. What would your daughter think if she could see you now?"

Paige shrugged with his toes in her mouth. "Who gives a damn what she thinks about anything? She's a dumb cunt, and she left you. Her opinion is worthless."

"Oh yeah?" James sawed his toes in and out of her mouth. "You telling me that my dick is more important to you than your daughter is?"

Smiling, Paige sniffed his feet and gave each a kiss before running her hands up his hairy legs. Her fingers wove through the hairs as she ran them carefully up his body. Though unafraid of physical retribution as a principle, she did not want

to be refused or reprimanded for moving too fast or taking what was not offered. James was, by her estimation, very focused on maintaining control, and though she wasn't fighting that, she knew him to be self-conscious enough to imagine resistance where there was none.

"I'm telling you that you're more important to me than my daughter is."

James lifted his eyebrows as she slipped her way between his legs and buried her nose into his testicles. She breathed him in before kissing each testicle and making a show of licking and sucking while he continued to stroke himself. "You can't really mean that. I know you're dick-drunk, but you can't be that drunk."

Paige laughed smokily around him. "Mm," she slurped his balls and then cupped them afterward. Holding his heavy sack in one hand, she stared up at him and began to sniff and kiss around the underside of his shaft. Each time his fingers ed, she kissed them and soon, James held himself in a way that allowed her to nuzzle him. "I mean every word," she cooed. "This is the first time I've been sober in years, and I can tell you honestly that Abigail has been nothing but a disappointment to me her entire life. And now I learn that she had you to herself, and she left you? For what? For fucking what?"

Laughing, James took Paige's head in one of his big hands and fed her his dick with the other. Still cupping his balls, she welcomed him wetly into her mouth, taking him deep and gagging as he stroked himself again. When he released her, she came up gasping as he wagged his fully erect cock in her face to taunt her. Paige followed it with her eyes. "All that for eleven inches?"

Paige's lips were achy and stretched. She kissed his cockhead and licked him before speaking. "Mm. You're more than eleven inches to me, James. Yes, your dick is incredible, and yes, I want it inside of me all the time, but there is much more to you than length or girth. You're more than your fat balls, for that matter-though they are incredible." She kissed his testicles for emphasis before continuing. "Mm, but no, Abigail is an idiot for leaving the best man I've ever met. You're strong willed, James, and you take no shit from anyone. I mean, Abigail left you and what did you do? You didn't fucking cry about it. You just took your big dick and fucked her mother into submission! So. Fucking. Hot!"

She sucked him into her mouth again, gagging wetly on him as she stared him in the eyes. She bobbed her head a few times before sitting back to stroke him and catch her breath. At this point, James had released his dick into her eager and loving hands. "What I'm saying is, yes, James, your big dick helps, but it's your big dick energy that made me into your slut."

Hand in her hair, James dragged up his dick with a smile. Paige followed, lifting herself up onto his lap and straddling him. "I'll show you big dick energy," he growled, and he forced himself into her. Paige welcomed him readily, her wet folds parting for him. Even after three children, Paige remained tight, but even then there was no resistance. James had her so wet, so ready, that she took him smoothly, swallowing him to the root and climaxing loudly. After three days with him, her pussy knew him intimately, and taking him to the edge of her cervix, she felt it soften for him.

Paige landed with a breathy coo and held him by the shoulders. Her orgasm was powerful but brief, swallowing her like a tidal wave and then settling within seconds. When ready, she shared a smile with him, kissed him once, and began rolling her hips on him with familiar want. James could taste himself on her but

hardly cared. Paige, meanwhile, was grateful to taste any part of him again while he was inside of her. "Oh, fuck me, James," she yelped. "Fuck me so good. Fuck me deep!"

James, grunting, swatted her ass as she bounced on him. "God damn, you're fucking tight. It's like I'm fucking a virgin!"

Hugging him and showering him with kisses, Paige giggled. James' big body felt strong against her, his big hands holding her by the rear, pulling her into him. She moaned and, kissing him again, sucked his tongue before responding. "Sometimes, I feel like a virgin when you fuck me. I've never been with someone as big as you before. Ah--Coming!"

Toes curled and jaw slack, Paige shook and drooled on James. Fresh pleasure wetted her as she flexed around him, and she stared at him half-lidded as she wiped her chin. "Fuck," she crooned. "That is good." She cupped his face and stared into his cold blue eyes. Even when he was with Abigail and the girls, Paige had never seen James love anyone or anything. Staring into his eyes now, however, she swore she saw warmth in them, and she smiled. "Damn, James. Even the orgasms are bigger with you."

They kissed again, and James seemed more into it than she was. He hugged her to him, crushing her soft body in his strong arms. His kisses are like his sex, sloppy and without skill, but they still manage to bring Paige to the edge of another orgasm as she continued to roll into him with slow, shallow movements. Whatever James lacked in grace, she realized, he made up for in ion and power.

As they parted, Paige returned to bouncing on him and felt him meeting her with deep thrusts. He hammered her cervix, sending small tremors of pain that echoed quietly underneath the more powerful and contrasting pleasure that forced its way through her entire body. James, meanwhile, took hold of her swaying breasts and slobbered on them, squeezing them roughly as he chewed her swollen, red nipples. He moved his hands along her ribcage, to her hips, and resumed groping her ass as he sucked her nipples, pulling her into him with animal grunts.

Paige went stiff as her cervix opened for him. Three days, each of them involving rough sex, and finally James' full length found a home inside of her. He filled her womb and left her breathless as she tightened around him. With his fat balls now nestled against her ass for the first time, Paige went nearly catatonic with pleasure and wailed as she clutched him to her breast. It is the best orgasm of her life, and he held himself deep in her and let her ride it out.

James, meanwhile, chewed her bosom sloppily. Though he had seen Paige come before, he had never seen her like this, nor had he ever done this to any other woman before her. This new experience was both frightening and empowering for him, and he could not help but smile at his own power. As Paige came down, she pulled him into another kiss, this one deeper and more ionate than before. Then, she stared him in the eyes and crooned as she flexed around him.

"Damn it, James! God damn you, you fucking stud! You've ruined me. You just fucking ruined me for any other man!"

"The fuck are you on about," James growled, swatting her tits and squeezing them roughly. "You were already my slut. I done ruined you days ago." Lifting his hips, he thrust into her and felt her shiver around him. Paige nodded while rubbing her hands along his broad shoulders and fat chest. "All you're feeling now is how I done changed your body and opened you up a bit."

"A bit?" Paige laughed through a whine, her head lulling back in pleasure. "There's no 'a bit' about it, James. You just broke my cervix, damn it. I already didn't want anyone else, but now I can't have anyone else. I'll need you all the time now, you stud. You beast. You fucking monster!" Seizing him by his chubby cheeks, she pulled him into another deep kiss, drinking his saliva as she picked up speed on his lap. Her cervix ached but, to her surprise, the ache was from hunger rather than hurt. "Fuck me. Fuck me, stud. Fuck me and seed me. My life, my body, my home, my entire fucking soul. All of it is yours. All of me is yours. You own me. GOD!"

Quaking on James, Paige held him and rode him through to his orgasm. James, seizing her tight enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, bellowed and filled her. Swelling inside of her, James flooded her with fresh, hot semen, warming her from the inside and forcing her into another wailing climax. Paige settled on him, riding it out as she coaxed him through his climax. She kissed him to quiet her screams, and she stared him in the eyes throughout. What had started for her as a dick-drunken infatuation had turned, within the space of him parting her cervix, into a deep and heartfelt love.

When finished, Paige eased herself off of him. Semen oozed out of her as she kneeled at his feet. Holding him with both hands, she took to sucking him and stared up at him in awe. He looked almost regal, staring down at her with his fat cock filling her mouth. In turn, James had never seen Paige looking more beautiful than she did after rough sex. The harder he fucked her, the more she seemed to glow. For a moment, James was left speechless.

Amidst her slurps, Paige managed to fill the silence. "I meant it," she said, tonguing his shaft and nursing his balls. She sat back to regard his spent manhood and, still holding him in both hands, smiled. "I meant it when I told you that you own me, James." She turned her smile on him and stared him in the eyes. "And I meant it about my home, too. I didn't just give you my key so you could fuck me, you know. Abigail left you in a bad situation, and while I can't fix everything she did to you, I would like to at least make it a bit better. I am your slut, James, and after today I know that is the only thing I want to be anymore. So, you can move in with me, if you want. You can live here, and you can use me however you like, whenever you like."

Her offer surprised James, but it also humbled him. James, full of rage for his whole life, had never had someone be so kind to him. It wasn't just that she had offered him her home, nor was it her submission to him. It was the affection in her voice. James was with Abigail for two years and had never had her look at him the way Paige had started looking at him. He had control of her, but for the first time in her life, he saw no reason to exercise it or abuse her. So, he cupped her chin and caressed her cheek gently with his thumb. "You gotta know, Paige. I ain't gonna stop with you. I'm gonna ruin Abigail. I'm gonna fuck her, and I'm gonna fuck my way through all of her friends, and I'm gonna make them all into my sluts. I want you to know that before I commit to anything. I like you, and I know you love me, but I expect you to share."

James cupped her by one breast and pulled her up to him. They kissed again, gently at first but then with increasing ion. He could taste their combined pleasure on her, a pleasure no other woman could claim to have with him. James swatted her on the ass afterward, and she giggled.

"You've got more than enough to go around," she said, stroking him, and then

she kneeled to kiss him on the cockhead. "But thank you, James. I appreciate your honesty."

"And you're okay with it," James asked. The question hung on the air. He didn't want to lose her, and he doubted that he could, but it was a test, a challenge, and he was curious to see if she would rise and meet it.

Paige did not. Instead, she kneeled back down and sucked him again, slow and reverent, in a display of submission. "Mm. Of course, James."

Smiling, James gathered her hair. He moved her along his shaft and pushed her into his pubic hair, where she breathed him in. "Then, fuck, why not? You can be my slut, and you can be my woman, too." James smiled. "You're special, Paige. Don't never forget that."

Paige smiled back at him. "I won't, James. Thank you." Staring up at him ed his shaft, she purred. "I think I love you, James."

James laughed. "Damn straight, you do."

Present Day...

Hand in her hair, James pulls Abigail away from his asshole. She holds him by the root and slides smoothly into place to suck his heavy balls. The taste of his asshole lingers on her tongue, but the combined scent and flavor of his flesh helps to clear it out. Besides, he is steel hard in her hand now, and that alone makes it worth it.

Abigail has not come to enjoy the taste of James' asshole so much as she has come to endure it. Each new try makes her more accepting, even if she remains unenthusiastic about the task. James, however, seems to love it and rubs his precum around his crown, working his swollen red tip to a shine. Abigail stares up his length in awe, astonished not only by the beauty of his shape but also the dimensions.

Today, Abigail had hardly met him before he stripped her naked. Kneeling on the bed with her ass in the air, Abigail entertained the idea that he might fuck her doggystyle while also fearing that he might decide to break her ass in early. Instead, James split the difference and removed her plug, replacing it with a longer, thicker one in preparation for the day she gets to open up to him.

Now, he has one big leg draped over her shoulder while she strokes and sucks him in her bed. His bare ass is on Mark's freshly laundered pillow. Recently, Mark has complained of his pillow smelling bad. Abigail had promised to wash it and has done just that, though she knew from the start how that would end up. James will fart on it before leaving, and Abigail will smile each time despite herself.

Right now, she tongues his balls, wetting the thick carpet of hair on them and tasting the sweat it has gathered. Pinning his long, fat shaft to his portly belly, she licks his shaft with a purr. At this point, she offers little resistance in the way

of refusal. James has proven his dominion to her many times over. She still feels guilty when she is alone sometimes, but she fingers herself to him every night before bed, too.

"Fuck, that's hot," James says, watching her tongue his balls again as she strokes him with a reverse grip. He laughs. "Shit, what would have happened two years ago if I had a dick like this when you first met me?"

Abigail purrs against him. "Mm. At the very least, I would have thought real long and hard about leaving you."

James' instinct to get angry is compromised by the way she nuzzles his shaft. Her words are clearly not meant to incite, but he smacks her anyway just to keep her in place. "I bet you would have, you slut. Size queen like you would have fucking married me for my dick, huh?"

Abigail's only response is to mewl with one of his testicles in her mouth. She has her nose buried into his pubic hair, breathing him in as she strokes him with small movements of her right hand. Her left hand hugs his thigh, holding him over her shoulder as she suckles him. With her ass still up in the air, James can see the plug between her parted ass cheeks.

Removing his leg, James leans forward and swats Abigail hard on the ass. She yelps into him and then sucks him again, breathing deeply of his scent as he squeezes and shakes her bottom. "God damn, Abigail, you got a big, round ass." Abigail moans against him, and James laughs. "It ain't a bad thing, though.

You're just built like a real slut, just like your momma. And soon, I'm gonna open that ass up and fill it with dick."

Abigail moans. The thought of taking James into her asshole continues to worry her, but the fear she feels is beginning to become eclipsed by her growing excitement and arousal. The plug inside of her now feels thick and fat. It is stretching her, but it is also larger than anything she has taken into her rear before. Staring up James' prodigious length, she knows him to be larger than the plug she is currently holding, but she also knows herself capable of accommodating him. That he is even giving her the chance to prepare herself for him is a kindness she would not typically expect of him.

Spanking her again, James sits back to take her by the hair and drag her up his dick. She kisses him on the way and then stops, both hands now on his cock root, to stare down his shaft with a dizzy smile. She has seen his dick daily for nearly a week and a half, and his size still surprises her. Stroking him with both hands, she gathers her saliva and purses her lips to drool down his shaft.

James chuckles. "Fuck, you're nasty." Wiping her lips on the back of her hand, Abigail smiles and strokes him. She stares down his length, stroking him slowly, gathering more saliva and spitting again to make sure she has him gleaming. James, meanwhile, cups one of her breasts and squeezes it idly in his big hand. "Fuck. Two years together, and I ain't never seen you stare at me like that."

Abigail laughs breathlessly. "What can I say? You've grown to be...quite impressive..."

James grins. "Yeah? You like my big dick?"

Stroking him from tip to base, Abigail coos. "Mm. You know I do, daddy."

James lifts her blouse to show off her breasts. Palming them directly, he draws an imioned moan from her. "And do you ever think about my dick when I'm gone?"

Abigail groans. "Oh, God yes, only all the time." Scooting forward, Abigail strokes him against her belly and moans. "I think about how big you are, daddy, and how much you fill me."

"Are you my slut, Abigail?" James takes both of her breasts in and squeezes them roughly as Abigail rubs her wet gash along his length in tandem with her hands. "Does your pussy belong to me?"

Abigail nods her head frantically. "Yes, daddy." She giggles in his grasp. "Mm. After you split open my cervix, you made it impossible for me to fuck anyone else. You've ruined me for other men."

James laughs. "Your momma said the exact same thing."

Abigail only shrugs, smiling.

"I'm about to nut."

Stroking him, Abigail licks her lips. "Where do you want me to put it, daddy?"

"On your slut face."

Abigail giggles. "Yes, daddy," she purrs, and she slides from his lap and leans down to kiss his cockhead. She strokes him with both hands, licking and tasting him, sucking up his precum in preparation for the storm to come. He swells in her hands, and Abigail strokes him faster, cooing and crooning as he quickens. "Do it, daddy. Come on me. Cover me in it. Mark me as your slut."

Cursing, James comes, delivering hot ropes of semen across Abigail's face and thoroughly coating her. Abigail takes it with a smile, turning her head to welcome his sperm onto her face and into her hair. He covers her with his rich seed and leaves her soaking in semen as an orgasm shivers through her. Glassyeyed but satisfied, she smiles at him as she sucks the last of his semen from his cockhead while kicking her feet like a teenage girl. She bobs her head on him while stroking the last of his semen from his shaft.

James wheezes. "Fuck, that was a thick one."

Abigail giggles around him. "Mmhmm." Sitting back, she licks her lips while stroking him idly.

"I done painted you," says James, taking hold of his dick and smacking it down onto her Abigail's outstretched tongue.

She gives a throaty laugh. "You always do." Taking hold of him, she holds James to her forearm and croons. "God, look at how big you are. You just came, and you're as long and thick as my forearm. Hell, you might even be thicker." Licking him, she whines. "Mm. I can't believe how big you've gotten. I can't even imagine how this could happen."

"It don't matter how it happened," says James. "All that matters is that you're my little slut now."

Abigail moans against him as he forces her down to kiss his balls. She showers his testicles with affection and licks up any stray cum left in his pubic hair on the way. Every part of him tastes good right now and, though she will feel guilty later, for right now she feels happy and validated.

James pats her on the hair, moving his hand carefully to avoid his own cooling sperm. Then, standing, he swats her on the ass one last time before dressing and walking to the door. Abigail follows him, bottomless and with semen soaking into her face and torso. Her shirt rides high, pulled up to expose her now

gleaming breasts. Her erect nipples seem to lead the way. James stops to cup her ass at the door, and Abigail leans into him when he does.

"Getting close," he says. "I think you'll be ready in a few days." He uses two of his thick fingers to force the plug deeper into her, and Abigail moans in mixed pleasure and discomfort. After that, James leaves the house, and Abigail watches him from the open door. She hides her body behind the doorway, peaking her sticky, sperm-covered face out. She waves, and her breasts swing into view as she does.

James drives off, and Abigail goes for a quick shower. After the shower, she dresses and notes that her home smells strongly of him. She doesn't mind, though later that night it will leave her stomach upset with want. Missing James in the night, she will go finger herself to thoughts of him and, whining in climax, will feel a wave of guilt wash over her as she re all the reasons she left him and all of the kindness that Mark has shown her since.

The Queen of Hearts

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

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

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

The problem is that any comparison made between Mark and James is never kind. Mark is, if she is honest, objectively better looking. He is also shorter than James and carries himself much more demurely. He has a nice voice and dark

eyes, but he doesn't grunt the way that James does during climax, and his climaxes themselves were not nearly as impressive. James, meanwhile, could spank her to an orgasm so good that it would leave her legs numb.

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

She still feels guilty, but never when James is there, and each new orgasm finds the following guilt lingering less and less. As she dresses, with the plug showing through her underwear, she finds herself growing excited at the thought of seeing James, and she pulls on a second blouse to hide her swollen nipples. Shorts are next, and then sweats over that to hide the plug. Abigail wants Mark completely ignorant of what she has become, both for her sake and for his.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Abigail giggles and shakes her rear at him. "I agree," she says, though her feelings are more complex than excitement. At this point, she is willing to open

up every part of her body to James, but that obedience doesn't prevent her fear. James is a big man, and this is virgin territory he wants to explore.

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

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

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

Abigail smiles thoughtfully at him, gazing at his tented briefs. The thick, long

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

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

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

James grins while watching her. "Enjoying yourself, slut?"

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

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

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

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

James stops with her at the root of his cock, her face pinned to his fat, egg-sized testicles full to the brim with warm, syrupy semen, and she stared up his eleveninch long, wrist-thick shaft. Parting her lips, she kisses his testicles before suckling them, and James lifts his hips and forces her lower. She goes

obediently, staring him in the eyes until she falls from view.

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

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

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

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

Abigail smiles around his ballsack. Taking hold of him by the root, she strokes

him with one hand and marvels at his rigidity. Her eyes gleam as she stares at him. "Mm. Well, I do telling you that I could learn to like it..."

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

Sucking the sweat from his pubic hair, Abigail whines into his crotch. "Nnn. I'm your nasty cunt, daddy!"

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

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

"Yeah, just like that." Reaching out, James cups her breasts with her, crushing both with one of his big, rough hands. Abigail moans at his pawing and leans into his grasp, opening her hands up into his, allowing him to tease her as he

likes. "God damn, Abigail, your tits are fat like your mommas. Y'all were made to be sluts." He pinches one of her nipples as he says it, and Abigail whines with pleasure as he does. "Go ahead and lick them for me. Make them nice and wet."

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

Abigail purrs after spitting into her cleavage again. "Mm. You want to fuck my titties, daddy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

drool forms a foamy ring around his shaft.

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

Gagging on each stroke and staring him in the eyes, Abigail purrs with animal affection. "Mmhmm!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Abigail laughs around James and, removing him from her mouth, showers his

cockhead with kisses as she strokes him. "Mm. No, daddy, only yours. No man I've ever met has a dick as nice as yours, and they don't come like you do, either." She smiles down his saliva slick shaft. "No, no, I only want to eat your cum." She punctuates the statement by placing a wet kiss on his cockhead.

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

Giggling against him, Abigail says, "That doesn't sound too bad, actually." Stoking him, she kisses his cockhead again.

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

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

"Mm. Okay, daddy." She walks him to the door afterward. Still topless and glossy with sperm, she kneels to kiss his crotch one last time before he goes. Then, she waves to him from the doorway, her breasts swaying, unrestrained, as he climbs into his truck and leaves. Stinking of him and covered in his semen,

Abigail feels like she is more his woman than she has ever been before.

Months Earlier...

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

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

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

Shrugging and smiling at him between her kisses, Paige returned to his testicles. She gave each a big lick before slurping her way to his shaft. "Mm. I've had a

hard life, James, and things rarely go right for me. I'm lucky that a stud like you has shown any interest in me, and I'm really, really grateful, too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmhmm."

"Do you like my dick?"

"Mmhmm!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not her," James growled. "I'm talking about your son."

Paige paused. She stared up at James briefly and then, smiling, suckled his balls while stroking him. "Mm. I feel the same about him. He isn't a man. He's barely even a boy. You are all that matters to me now, James, you and your dick."

Staring at Oliver, James said, "So even that retard Oliver...?"

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

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

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

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

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

Paige rolled her hips into him, whining and gasping, coming hard on him. James wrapped his big hands around her throat to choke her gently as he fucked her, and Paige smiled in response, drooling as he forced her into another powerful orgasm. "Yours," she yelped, hooking her fingers around his fingers and holding

them with affection. "I'm all yours, James. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

James gathered her hair and repositioned himself so that Oliver could watch. Oliver had come, too, though judging by the small stain left at his feet, it wasn't much. James could hardly contain his laughter as Paige sucked so dutifully.

Seeing him smile, Paige smiled, too, and let him wipe his spent cock all over her face. "You ain't a mother no more," he said. "You're a slut; my slut. My woman. You belong to me."

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

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

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

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

Paige licked his glans and stared down his limp manhood. Even half-erect, as he

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

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

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

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