Broken Bonds

Months Earlier…

Allyson called into work as soon as she woke up the next day. Normally a very good employee, this was her first time calling in since the new year, and she felt silly and ashamed for doing it. She had went to sleep intending to go, but her pussy felt empty when she woke up and the promise of James’ big, thick cock as a reward for her obedience was good great to ignore. So she called in, first, and then she goggled local places to get something done about waxing her body on short notice.

It took her nearly an hour to find a place and another hour after that to drive there. Afterward, she stopped to buy herself some lingerie on the way home. It was blue and sheer, hugging her thick figure in all the right areas and exposing pale flesh tactically to emphasize her form. Her body was still sore from the waxing and a bit swollen in places, but she looked good, and she could understand why James wanted it done.

She was on the way out when she got a call from her boyfriend, her own, more disappointing James, and she answered it without thinking. “Hello?”

She was paying when she heard his voice and held her phone pinched between her shoulder and cheek as she ran it on her credit card. Her breasts bounced with her purposeful footfalls on the way out of the store.

“Allyson, sweetie, is everything okay? Daphne said you called in today, and I got worried.”

Allyson rolled her eyes. Once, she might have found this sort of fussing attractive, even endearing. After being exposed to James, however, she was feeling different. “I am fine,” she said, and her tone betrayed her annoyance. She hadn’t always been this irritated by him, but now she couldn’t even say his name without thinking of a better man. Her James just seemed like a waste of time. She got to her car and opened it. “I just had something to take care of today.”

“Okay, well, I love you, babe,” said her boyfriend as she reached her car. “I hope you have a good day.”

“Thanks,” said Allyson as she imagined showing off her smoothly waxed womanhood to James. She smiled. “Talk to you later.”

Allyson hung up knowing full well that she had no intention of talking to him. At this point, she doubted that she even loved him or held love for him. Comparing him to James was not kind. Between the two, the new James was clearly superior, so much so that he completely reframed her entire relationship. As a result, she began to wrestle with the question of how she could continue to love a man whom she now found so revolting.

Allyson grew wet on the drive home as she thought about James. She wondered how he would like her lingerie and laughed as she thought about Chambers. He would never see her in this lingerie or even see her naked again. She should really break it off with him, she decided, because while she hated to miss work, she would do it again for James in a heartbeat, and she didn’t want there to be questions the next time it happened. The feel of her wet panties against her smooth pussy was something of a comfort to her, however.

James’ truck was waiting when she pulled up, and he got out to meet her after she parked. She stared at him in awe. Chambers’ own truck wasn’t home yet, but Allyson wouldn’t care if it was. She had other, better things to worry about and felt certain that, if Chambers were home, it wouldn’t come to blows. Even if it would, she felt comfortable that James would win the fight. Even still, if James did lose, well, she would choose him anyway.

She met James at his truck, staring up at him with a smile. “James!”

James stared down at her imperiously. Allyson was a short woman, and though James was about as tall her boyfriend, he felt taller to her. She could smell him even inches apart, the smell of unwashed sweat, and it made her wet. Looking at her, he said a single word: “Slut.” That alone left her shaking with want.

Taking hold of his hand, she led him up to her apartment and showed him inside. There, she led him to her couch before returning to lock the front door, and then she brought him a beer on ice and put the rest she bought into the fridge for him. James watched her with a smile as she returned to wait on him. “I think I’ma’ like you,” he growled, swatting her big, meaty ass before slurping his beer. Allyson responded with a smile.

“I bought some other things for you,” she said. She spooky nervously, with a giddy, teenage lilt to her voice. Everything about him made her feel dainty. “Can I leave you to go get changed.”

James burped. “Fine. Go ahead, but I better like it when you get back.”

Allyson, blushing bright red, giggled on her way out of the room. “Oh, I think you will.”

Alone in her room, Allyson set her phone aside but saw a message from her boyfriend. It read, hey, I saw your car out front. Can I come over? She smiled and whispered to herself. “Dumbass.” Then, she typed a quick message saying, no, busy right now. <3<3<3 Afterward, she tossed her phone onto her bed to be forgotten for the night.

She stripped naked and stared at herself in the mirror. She was voluptuous, her heavy breasts swinging ponderously and capped by long, swollen pink nipples. Her pussy was smooth and gleaming. She stood with her hands on her hips and her wavy black hair swept back. This body, she decided, was wasted on her boyfriend. She was meant for someone bigger, someone better, and remembering her new James, she dressed quickly.

The lingerie hugged her figure, accentuating the thickness of her thighs and breasts while also displaying the suppleness of her form. Her nipples showed through the sheer, blue fabric, and so did the leaking lips of her vulva. Her arousal had the fabric wet and dripping. Before returning to James, Allyson stopped to tie back her messy hair, and when she returned, she was proud to see him watching her with a smile.

She stopped before him and displayed herself. He had almost finished his beer and made a point to down the rest of it while she stood before him. Lifting her arms like she had before, she shoved out her bosom for him to see. “Is this good enough for you?”

James laughed. “Fuck yeah, it is. Get your ass over here and let me look at you.”

Allyson approached giggling, stopping just at his feet and letting him touch and move her. His rough hands roamed her body, squeezing, groping, and directing her. He crushed her heavy breasts in his giant palms, pinning them to her body before letting them fall and watching them move. He smacked them, too, and guffawed as they swayed. “Shit, you got yourself some big, fat milk-cow titties, don’t you?”

Enjoying his praise, Allyson giggled again and swung her breasts for him. His words were crude but not without merit. Her breasts were quite large, and she remembered how well they fit around his cock. It was a blessing, she decided, to be so well-suited for James, but he had already lost interest in her bosom and had turned her by her hips to slap her ass.

“And a big ass to keep you from falling over.” Cupping her ass, squeezing it hard, James growled. “Fuck, you’re a thick one, ain’t you?”

Having previously hated her figure before, Allyson suddenly took pride in it. She looked at James over her shoulder and nodded. “I am.”

James grinned as he looked her over. He could smell her arousal from where he sat, and he could see it on her thighs and in the stiffness of her long nipples. “And you went out and bought all this shit for me?” Reaching forward, he hooked her panties in his hand and peeled them to the side to reveal her smoothly glistening peach. Slipping his finger inside, he feels around and whistles. “Shits smooth as a baby’s bottom now.”

James smiled at her. Seated, he was nearly as tall as she was and could easily bury his face into her enormous cleavage from here. Allyson was **** to see him do it, too. In the lingerie she viewed herself as a buffet, and she looked forward to when James lost control and decided to dig in.

“Been a busy day, huh, slut?” Shifting his fingers under the fabric, James found her pussy and eased one thick finger inside. Allyson gasped and nodded, barely able to hold her breath back. He felt good inside of her, better than her ex’s full length, especially once his knuckle reached her labia. Tickling her inside, James brought her to a climax.

Allyson whined and held James by the shoulder as she murmured through her climax. “Oh. James! Oh, God!” As she settled, she smiled down at him. James smiled back.

“You like that, slut?”

“Yes,” Allyson said, nodding and sending her dark hair swinging. “Your fingers are so thick they almost feel like a dick.” She whimpers. “It’s so good!”

James laughed. “Yeah? And what do you like more, my fingers or your boyfriend’s dick?”

Keeping balanced by holding his shoulders as the world swings and sways around her, Allyson flexed her pussy around his finger. She stared into his cold eyes with a smile. He was such a big man, even compared to her own James, and when she did compare the two, she felt cheated. It made her angry to know that Kendall had this James, the better James and chose to throw him away for Jackson. Even more angering is the knowledge that Allyson had wasted so long on an inferior product.

James moved inside of her, rousing her again, and she moaned. “Your fingers,” she whined, and then she laughed. “Heck, your fingers feel like they might even be bigger than he is down there.”

Laughing, James rammed his fingers in to the knuckle and felt her squeeze him. “Now, that’s just cruel,” he said, and Allyson held him by the shoulders and shrugged. Then, she moaned as he added a second finger. “If that’s the case, then we know something that’s even bigger than that.”

Staring through the valley between her breasts, Allyson can just see his big, fat cock beyond his protruding belly. Even with his fat in the way, she cannot help but notice his enormity, his perfection. She mewled as a climax neared, and she sighed in disappointment when he removed his fingers entirely from her.

James stood, moving her with his body as he did. He towered over her, and she stood against his belly, staring up at him like he was her world. At this point, he practically was. “Let’s go to the bedroom where we can do this more comfortably,” he said, snorting like a bull afterward.

Allyson nodded shakily and took him by his big, rough hands. His fingers were still wet from her, and she chewed her bottom lip before whispering to him, “Yes, sir.”

James led them and undid his belt on the way. Inside the bedroom, it was dark, with only the light from the living room to see by. James reached back and took Allyson by the hair, dragging her forward and throwing her onto the bed. She landed heavily on her arms and then rolled over to watch him open his pants. He stepped out of them to reveal his massive cock. Though he wasn’t fully erect yet, he was close, and he took hold of his own shaft while standing next to the bed.

“Get hat shit off. I wanna fuck you bare.”

Allyson nodded shakily and scrambled out of her lingerie. The fabric fit her tight and was a struggle to come off. She couldn’t get the panties off before James was in the bed with her. Erect, James just reached out and hooked his finger in the crotch of her panties, ripping the fabric as he lined up to take her.

At rest on her back, Allyson held her legs wide. James opened them wider with one big hand and holding himself steady with the other. Allyson was gushing beneath him, body primed for him but eyes wide as she saw his full length. He moved her and treated her with masculine indifference, but she wanted him. She wanted to be used by him more than anything else in the world.

James glared down at her, his fat crown at the entrance of her pussy. “You ready?”

Hands clutched to her chest, holding her enormous breasts together for him, Allyson nodded timidly and winced as he entered her. He had fucked her before, and this time was just the same as the last time only better. Prepared for him, her body knew it roles and fulfilled it beautifully, opening for him and hugging him, urging him into her depths. As he slid deeper, his crown kissed her cervix, and she came for him.

A raspy whine escaped her lips as she writhed against him. Opening her eyes, she found James’ big body looming over her. He smiled a crooked, uncaring smile, built on narcissism and primal pleasure. Allyson smiled it back, a mirror reflecting the pleasure without a thought for herself.

“Now how do I compare?”

Allyson, moaning and wriggling like an animal in heat, wanted more. She held him by his big arms and squeezed them, feeling the muscle beneath the fat. Below, she hugged him with her womanhood and whined, “Compare to what?”

“How does my dick compare to your boyfriend’s dick, slut?”

Allyson laughed a distant, mewling laugh full of hate and cruelty, because if anything made her hate her boyfriend, it was this moment. All she wanted was this James, and he was the only thing she wanted on her mind. That he was taking the time to ask about her boyfriend displayed his own vanity, of course, but she still blamed her boyfriend for it. If she were single, then James would only care about how he broke her and ruined her. With a boyfriend to consider, he harassed her with questions about superiority.

“Better,” she growled, and James began to move. He moved slowly to start, not for the sake of her pleasure but to build up speed. Allyson wanted him deeper and held him by the hips but lacked the strength or the leverage to move him how she pleased. “You’re better, James. In every way, you’re bigger, harder, and deeper than him. You are better!”

James licked his lips and stabbed her deep again. His crown hit her cervix, and she wailed as pain and pleasure mingled inside of her. Holding him, her vision blurred as she came. His dick was so hard, so big, and it speared her open, and she loved every single inch of him. “Do you hate him,” James asked, clutching her, grinning as she stared up at him in a daze of pleasure.

Allyson squirmed beneath him as he picked up speed. James was big, heavy, and he used his body weight to hammer her harder. She felt her cervix opening, softening, parting for him. It hurt, but every time withdrew from her, she felt empty. She wanted him back inside of her. Most of all, she wanted him in to the root. She whined, “Yes,” and there were tears in her eyes and a wail in her throat as he went deep.

She felt disembodied with James inside of her, shaking and moaning as saliva ran down her cheeks. She coughed and clawed, coming harder than she had ever come before. Opened for him, she took him to her womb and from that moment on, she never looked back. If there was any doubt left in her, it had been fucked forcefully out of her. Allyson was James’ woman, and she was happier for it.

James felt the shift in her and grinned. Cupping her head, he pulled her into a sloppy kiss. It was graceless, without affection, all tongue and spittle. She drank his saliva like it was ambrosia, sucking his tongue and mewling happily at what she could taste. He broke her, and she worshipped him for it.

In that moment, her boyfriend became nothing to them. James, this James, was the only James she knew. Legs crushed against her body, his big frame pinning her to the mattress, all she could smell was sweat and sex. Clutching him, holding him, she cried as he whispered into her ear. “Your pussy just got broken up, didn’t it? That means you’re mine now, slut.”

Allyson, holding him, nodded. She was sore but satisfied, happier than she had ever been. There were tears in her eyes as she cried with joy and gratitude over the future she had been given. Mewling, she whispered back, “Yes! James, I’m yours! Only yours! You own me! You fuck me! My pussy! My body! All of it is yours! Fuck me, James! Fuck your pussy! Use me to come!”

Sitting up with a wheezed, James held her by the thighs and began to fuck her hard. His strokes were long and heavy, his immense weight behind each one. He hammered her womb with his thick crown as Allyson came repeatedly through the pain. She would be sore in the morning, but for the moment, she was grateful. The ache made the pleasure feel that much better to her.

Fucking her harder and deeper, James swelled fatter inside of her. Allyson, having experienced him before, knew what was to come and tightened accordingly. When James came, he deposited himself into her depths to give her all his seed. Allyson clung to him, swelling with his semen as she rode out his orgasm in blank, orgasmic bliss. As he finished inside of her, she was lost to him, her inside full, his shaft plugging her up.

Grunting and panting above her, James released her milky thighs and found them bruised. Laughing, her smacked her pussy once with his rough hands to wake her, and then withdrew. As she stirred, he slapped his spent shaft down across her face as her pussy gushed semen like a ripe fruit. Allyson giggled and licked him in response while he sneered down at her. “There we go,” he growled. “Now we got you fucked properly, didn’t we?”

Allyson, face wet with their combined juices, suffocating on their raw sex, purred in agreement. He fed her his hairy balls, and she breathed him in deep, knowing that he had marked her, knowing that he now owned her. She didn’t care, except that she was excited about it. She wanted everyone to know. She wanted Kendall to know.

James held her in place, allowing her to nurse him and tongue him. It was a big job to clean his spent cock, and Allyson was both inexperienced and hesitant. Though she was loyal, James knew it was a lot to ask. He didn’t mind her ****, only having dominated Paige before her. He had little to compare her depravity against and felt confident that he would see Allyson equally loyal in time. For the moment, at least, she was obedient if distracted, and once he was adequately cleaned, he climbed off the bed and held his dick to her face for her to kiss before dressing.

James left Allyson after that, hardly paying her attention. Allyson laid in the mess, her pussy open, weeping semen, her body already sore. The arousal was still there, but it had died to cinders rather than the inferno it had once been. She climbed carefully from the bed and walked slowly to the shower for a long, hot soak, and she had just finished when she heard knocking at her front door.

Still leaking semen, she felt giddy as she rushed to the door in only a towel. She still hurt, but she was excited thinking that James had returned for another fuck. Instead, she found the wrong James on the other side and that eager excitement left her within the space of a breath. She stared at him dead eyed, adjusting her towel to hide her body from his prying eyes. “Oh. It’s you.”

He smiled meekly at her, his cheeks red as he eyed her form. He hadn’t noticed the semen running down her thighs and was too bashful to examine her closely. The sight of her voluptuous body barely contained by the towel was enough to have him hard, Allyson noted in disgust. “Sorry, is this a bad time,” he asked, looking away.

James would have already been inside and had her towel off, she realized, and she felt even more perturbed. “I guess not.” She turned to walk away, leaving the door open after her without inviting him in. She went to change, quickly pulling on regular panties and a bra before finding her heaviest, longest sweater and slipping into it. With curves like hers, it was impossible to hide them completely, but she made no effort with him. With a wimp like this James, he would be too ‘polite’ to check her out. Even if he did, he would only see her leaking pussy. She felt so wrong for wasting so much time on him.

Feeling suddenly hungry, Allyson passes him in the living room on her way into the kitchen. He closed the door behind him and followed her like a sad puppy. She was just stuffing something frozen into the microwave when he entered the kitchen, and she stopped him with a glare. “Do you need something?” She almost said his name, but she felt like he didn’t deserve it anymore.

“I just thought we could hang out,” he said. “I haven’t seen you all day.”

“I’ve been busy,” she said, and she returned to the fridge. That fuck had been hard and rough, and it had taken a lot out of her. Now that she was certain that James wasn’t returning, she felt the need to fuel up for the next time she saw him. Adrenaline had carried her this time, but now it was fading and the ache was setting in. She wanted a warm supper, a cold dessert, and an ice pack to see her through the night.

She closed the fridge and looked at her boyfriend. “I’m sorry, could you go? I’m really tired, and we can talk later or something.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he said, showing himself back to the door. He seemed sad, but he didn’t say it or show it much. He did stop at the door to stare at her. “Hey, uh, one question, what’s that smell in here?”

Allyson, thighs wet with semen, grinned to herself. The entire apartment stunk of sex. It was, honestly, one of the few things keeping her going. “Don’t know,” she said, and staring at him with haunted dismissal, she muttered a goodnight.

He left, and Allyson locked the door after him. Certain that he was confused, she was also glad to see him gone. She didn’t really care how he felt anymore. Really, she hardly saw him as much of a boyfriend, and she certainly didn’t feel like his girlfriend. No, she told herself, she belonged to someone else, someone much better and far more deserving of her time.

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