The BBW and the Rock Star (3 page)

“
That’s right,
Stan. You take it in the ass. How does that feel?”

Despite his discomfort he didn’t
want to tell her that the sensation was exhilarating. In the span
of a few minutes she had broken him down and done exactly to him
what he’d been doing to the groupies. She was in complete charge of
him and he suspected that, even with out the torn pillow cases
binding his hands, he would submit. It was very hard to get used to
at first... but then it was... it was unlike anything he’d ever
experienced.

“
So you do
understand? I am in control here. This is my show now. I am the
rock goddess. Are you ready for the grand finale?”

“
Yes,” Stan
replied with abandon. His testicles were aching, the urge to come
was so strong.

“
Good,” Candy
told him. “I’m glad we’ve come to this understanding. So now, with
the understanding that I can instantly cause you pleasure or pain.
So now it’s your turn, Stan. It’s your turn to actually put out
some pleasure.”

With that she crawled onto the
bed and straddled his face, lowering her self down on his mouth. He
gulped as he smelled her deep, earthy scents long before her flesh
touched his face. When she finally settled into place, he gasped
for air, but was struck by the smooth texture of her skin and the
absolute lack of hair anywhere in her nether regions. Her vagina
was long and meaty, her clit already at full attention. He took it
in his mouth first, sucking it like a child would a lollipop, He
swirled around in her pussy, reveling in her flavors. So rich, so
real... so unlike the little harlots he had to his room each night.
This was a real woman.

“
That’s right
Stan,” Candy said between breaths. He could tell he was pleasing
her and that pleased him. “You lick that pussy. You lick that pussy
good. You lick that pussy good enough and maybe, just maybe I’ll
let you come too.”

Stan did his best. He forced his
tongue as far up in her as he could to the point it was numb. She
rocked back and forth on his face and, finally, bent over, spilling
her large breast over his stomach. She tickled at his cock with her
tongue, licking at the swollen, purple member in slow, succulent
circles. He would come, right then and there, he knew, if it wasn’t
for the rope constricting his balls. That his hands were still tied
was maddening. He wanted to reach up and feel the supple lips of
her pussy. He wanted to finger the tight little bunghole, to spread
her wide and get his face further in. As she danced on his face she
began to untie the rope at his penis, never moving her mouth too
far away. By the time the rope was gone he could tell she was on
the verge of coming, sweat dripping down her large thighs and
moistening his face.

She took his cock fully in her
mouth, slowly at first and then faster. Suddenly her body trembled,
her orgasm coming quickly and powerfully, and she was quickly even
more wet than before.

“
Go ahead Stan,
let it go,” she ordered between breaths. “Let it go.”

Her permission was all he needed
and he unclenched, letting his come erupt from his cock. It was the
most powerful ejaculation he could remember and Candy didn’t miss a
drop of it, swallowing it up as if it were manna from heaven. He
buried his head in the pillow and let out a shout of triumphant
exultation.

Candy slid off him gently and
then turned to him, kissing him on the cheek. “You see Stan? You
can have fun without those little bitches.”

He sensed the game was over and
it was safe to talk to her normally again.. “Candy... that was...
it was incredible. I’ve never...”

She placed her finger over his
mouth, gently, and said, “don’t spoil it by talking Stan.” He
watched as she returned to bag and slipped out of the red leather
outfit. Standing there, naked and sweaty, in all of her beauty, was
the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. He wanted her even more. He
was disappointed as she began putting her street clothes back
on.

“
Don’t leave,”
he begged and it was begging. He could have any woman he pleased,
at any time he desired, but all he wanted was to be in bed with the
red haired demon packing to leave his room.

“
Maybe later,
Stan,” she said with a wink and headed for the door.

His heart dropped a couple of
beats. “Wait, Candy... you can’t leave me like this.”

He was still tied to the bed,
the dildo still in his ass.

Candy grinned and laughed at his
predicament, “Catch you later, Stan.”

As the door clicked and Candy
left, he settled back in to the bed and wondered how long it would
be before someone found him. It didn’t really matter. The first
thing he was going to do, when he was freed, was track that girl
down and beg for her to do that to him again.