She blows him in the changing room.

James smiles, hands on her ass, and continues groping her. He molds her cheeks, squeezing them, shaping them, enjoying their contradictory nature. Kendall 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.

Kendall 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 impassioned 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. Kendall 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 Kendall and feeds those fingers to her. Sucking them obediently, Kendall stares at him, ****, 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. Kendall 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 Jackson, to Kendall’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 **** afterward. Giving three smacks in total, he then pins her face to his crotch. Kendall, 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, Kendall. This is all that matters. You please me.”

Undoing his pants, James lowers his briefs and lets his half-erect cock fall heavily over Kendall’s shoulder. Kendall gasps, staring sideways at it, stunned by his size and girth. He is heavy on her shoulder, and she is **** 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.

Kendall 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.”

Kendall 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, Kendall 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 **** 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 Kendall most. Even without a smack, Kendall 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, Kendall 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 remembers Jackson. 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, Kendall 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, Kendall 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 accounts 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 contact, 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, Kendall 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.”

Kendall smiles because that she can agree with. Even in her hatred, she can objectively find beauty in their union. Kendall, 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, Kendall, where’d you learn to suck a dick like this?”

Still smiling, Kendall 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 dick-drunk 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, Kendall?”

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