Billy's self degradation

"Tell me honey...what do you really want?...".

Stacy's question had hit Billy like a ton of bricks. The chilling tone in her voice was both nerve-wracking and alluring. Though driven by a compulsion to fulfill his fetish, he now yearned to experience the taste of her body.

Billy had already wasted precious time, and the best way to answer her question was to act decisively.

Before she could comprehend, Stacy was scooped up by Billy's iron grip, struggling to maintain her footing. He had perfectly cupped her butt cheeks and raised her to his level...

...and pressed his lips against hers.

A moment of hesitation passed, before Stacy embraced the warmth of Billy's sinewy frame.

Stacy, with her arms now coiled around Billy's neck and fingers entangled in his hair, was pushing her tongue against his, the two wet muscles wrestling for dominance.

Lucy's office echoed with passionate grunts. Both of them couldn't care less about the world outside.

While Stacy's fingers were tracing the contours of Billy's muscles, he had cunningly slipped his fingers just beneath the waistband of her shorts. His tongue was cherishing the delicacy that was her mouth, but his mind was fixated on whether she would pull his hand away from her shorts.

Seconds passed but the intensity of her kiss remained unchanged. Ever so slowly, Billy slid his fingers further, this time relishing the soft fabric of her panties.

After his heart's content, he pulled the rear of her underwear sideways to get access to the real treasure.

Billy felt Stacy's gasp escape through their sealed lips as her wrinkled hole twitched at the mere touch of his digit. The sensation of her butthole trying to clasp around his finger was enough to drive him mad.

Stacy pulled her mouth away from Billy's, her breath now tormenting him more than ever.

"Where were you all this time?...", Stacy's words slurred, as if she were under the influence.

This was the moment Billy had been waiting for since Linda's fateful punch. It was time to release the mounting pressure fueled by his kink.

"You do like my body...huh?...", Billy chose his words carefully, as he had to tread his steps cautiously.

As if an answer to his question, Stacy traced her fingertips on the sharp edges of his chiseled chest, while nodding her head in agreement like a little girl.

Leaning in close to her ears, Billy whispered, "...then you must see it all...". A shiver ran down his spine, thinking of the consequence of what he was about to say.

"...strip me down like you own me...", he continued, dread lingering in his voice.

This was it, the first step towards his debasement. The huge hunk who could charm any girl out of her clothes was now begging this milf to strip him down naked.

"Bi...Billy...what did you just say...", Stacy stuttered, stumped by his choice of words.

"S...strip me down Stacy...", Billy replied.

Stacy couldn't resist hissing out a "yes" as she grabbed the waistband of his loose shorts. With a menacing frown, she flicked them down in one swift motion.

Billy's cock popped out like a released spring. Stacy's eyes remained glued to his dick as it bounced comically up and down.

"Stacy...what is it that gives you so much power over me?...", Billy asked in a low, gravelly voice, carefully choosing his words to plant a specific thought in her mind.

It wasn't clear whether the question had registered with Stacy, as she was too busy staring at his cock.

"Damn it Stacy...listen to me", Billy cursed under his breath.

Stacy was still spellbound by his girthy cock, a stupid smile etched on her face.

Billy gritted his teeth as he contemplated the disgusting act he was about to perform, just to fulfill his fetish.