Make her my bitch*

“Get up on all fours on the edge of the bed,” I tell Holly. “I’m gonna pound you like the dirty bitch you are. I’m gonna hammer that filthy little bitch cunt until you howl for mercy.” She scrambles frantically into position, whining with raw need. She can’t even put coherent words together.

“Pound her hard, baby,” Cristiana purrs. “Make her your bitch. Make her your little bitch ****.”

I slam my cock balls-deep in Holly with one violent thrust. I bottom out in her cunt, distending her posterior fornix around my knob. She arches her back and shrieks like a lost thing.

Holly’s tight box squeezes my dick hard enough to hurt, but I’m not willing to let that slow me down, let alone stop me. I use my cock as a battering ram, pounding her open. She squeaks every time my cockhead sockets into her fornix.

“This is what you need, fucktoy,” I growl, “to be hammered into submission by a big fucking dick. You need to get fucked like a bitch in heat. You need to be screwed like a three-dollar whore and have a long, thick cock own your ravenous little cunt.”

“You’re fucking hammering her, alright,” Holly says gleefully. “Look how her ass is rippling every time you slam into her. By the time you’re done, half of it will be up between her shoulders!”

“You hear that, fuckslave?” I demand. “Whose bitch are you?”

“Yours, master,” Holly moans, sounding almost reverent.

“Whose tight, wet cunt is this?”

“Yours, master.”

“That’s fucking right,” I growl. “I own your cunt, your husband’s just renting. Who will you be thinking of when he fucks you?”

“You, master . . . but he never does anymore!” Holly wails. “I’m so fucking hungry . . .”

“Not right now, you’re not,” I grunt. “You’re so full of sausage, you can’t move.”

“And fuck it’s so fucking good,” Holly moans. “So hungry—so fucking good—so full—so deep—I’m so close, so close, so close, so close, I’m—I’m—” She goes rigid as her climax hits. Her jaws clamp together; she makes a sound like a demented teakettle. I don’t let up, even as her cunt tries to rip my dick up by the roots.

When she starts moving again, Holly starts twerking on my dick while I’m fucking her. It’s kind of amazing that she can do it; it feels amazing, too. “You’re a crazy hot fuck—that feels fucking incredible . . . only a naughty little fucktoy could do something like that . . .” Cristiana’s watching her stepmother wide-eyed.

Then Holly ups the ante, moving her hips in a vertical circle around my thundering cock. I shorten my strokes to make sure I stay firmly in her cunt—I don’t want to break my dick, but I don’t want to stop moving, either. “That’s in—fucking—credible, fucktoy,” I groan. “It feels amazing . . . I’ve never had a woman fuck me like that before.”

“Just keep pounding me, master,” Holly moans. “Just keep fucking me harder—harder—give me all your cock—take me—own me—use me—use me for your pleasure—I’ll give you everything . . . everything . . .”

“Cum for me, slut,” I command. “Cum like a bitch in heat being fucked by the big dog. Cum on my cock with a fucking howl.”

Howl she does, high and wild and shivery, when her climax blitzes her.

This might be Holly’s most powerful orgasm yet. After her howl cuts off, her arms give out and she crumples to the bed. When her inner walls release their grip on me, I pull out and let her collapse.