He has her strip but finds out that she hasn't waxed yet.

James, meanwhile, watches calmly until he sees her in a state of glassy-eyed acceptance. That is when he pushes. First, he demands a second beer from her, and then when she returns, he stops her with a hand on her waist. “Now, I wanna see that fine ass body of yours again.”

Kendall obeys, standing before him with her hands at her side as he touches her all over. She watches impassively, a faraway stare on her face as James gropes her breasts. There is pleasure in his hands, greater pleasure than another man could bring her, but she feels it at a distance, like echoes of echoes. Her brain, still overwhelmed with the taste and smell of his toes, is lagging in processing his touch.

James lifts her top up over her breasts, exposing them to his view. It is not the first time he has seen them, in his life or since his return, though their shape and weight continue astound him. Despite their size, they remain upthrust and perky, capped by swollen pink nipples on large areola. He sets his beer aside to squeeze them hard before moving to her shorts.

Kendall, drunk on him, forgets to be afraid as he strips her shorts. Her crotch is wet against the fabric, and her labia is gleaming when exposed. James parts her lips to examine them and teases her with his thumb. He is careful to avoid her clit, to avoid her climax, holding her labia apart to examine her not to please her.

Satisfied with her appearance, he turns her again to examine and grope her ass. His big hands are the only ones that can contain it, and he takes advantage, squeezing both cheeks roughly before spanking her. Then, parting her legs, he forces her to bend at the waist again before giving another, harder swat. “The fuck is this, Kendall?!”

Kendall winces, pleasuring passing through her, using pain as its conduit. She releases a held breath and remembers herself in that moment. The tension, and the distance, leave her as she is pulled back into reality. Panting and dripping with arousal, she holds her legs for support. “I’m sorry, James.”

James swats her ass again, this time harder. The shape of his big paw can be seen on her ass after the blow. “No, not sorry. The fuck haven’t you gotten waxed yet?”

Whimpering, Kendall bites back a cry. After a deep breath, she continues on the edge of tears, “The earliest appointment they had was for tomorrow evening. I’m so sorry. I know you hate it, but I’ll get it done. I promise.”

“Damn straight you will,” James says, holding her cheeks apart to glare at the few hairs he finds there. He gives her another slap before releasing her. “Fucking pathetic. Well, you ain’t getting fucked today, I can tell you that much.”

Kendall whines as her heart sinks. She had been consoling herself in her obedience that she would be rewarded with one of his hard, deep fucks. That she won’t get that is disappointing to her, though not nearly as disappointing as his anger is. James has abused her daily and, though she has angered him in recent memory, she has never disappointed him, and that hurt the most.

“Stand the fuck up and turn around,” James grunts, and Kendall does. Turning to face him, she finds his partially erect dick out and swaying. Animal hunger settles in her as she stares at his manhood, mostly erect and already standing. He is impressively large, even when he isn’t at full erection, and the way he has teased and hurt her has him plump. Lifting his hips as she watches, he removes his pants and briefs with one movement and then sets his bare ass on her couch, giving her a full view of his long, fat shaft and his heavy testicles.

James grins as Kendall stares at him, her arousal clearly written by the blush of her cheeks and the gleam in her eyes. She is fascinated by the physics of his body, watching his hairy testicles settle between his fat thighs. She swallows, a sudden hunger for his sperm swelling inside of her. She may not be able to fuck him, but there are other ways to have him inside of her, and she is **** for each of them.

“A goddamn shame,” James growls, staring. “Seeing as how I came here to fuck you, it’s a real disappointment I can’t cause your stupid ass couldn’t get waxed. You better make it up to me.”

Kendall stammers. Nipples hard and pussy wet, she stands shaking with her hands still at her side. Every part of her screams to kneel down and suck him, to undo his disappointment with pleasure of another sort. She hates James, but on a primal level she wants to see him happy. It is animal instincts, she tells herself, a need to serve the superior male, and it is directing her every movement. Whining, she moves closer to him. “I’m so sorry, James. I’ll get it fixed tomorrow, I promise.”

James grunts again. “You better,” he says, pulling her closer by the waist. He moves her onto his lap, holding his legs parted as he lines her up with his dick. “And you should be sorry. I wasted my time coming here if I can’t fuck this tight puss,” he says, settling her with his breasts in her face and his heavy manhood sliding along the exterior of her labia. Kendall moans, climaxing against his rigid length without any penetration to help her. This makes James smile and seems to ease his frustration. “Even when I ain’t fucking you, you come,” he says. Moving his hands up her body, he holds her by her heavy bosom and squeezes roughly.

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