An unforgettable week

You spent the first night folded under the rich fat-ass.
He took so many energy drinks that he kept going till dawn, and even then he was still hard when he fell asleep... well, at least he had enough decency to roll over and have you sleep over him instead of squashing you down. After all, that could have easily been lethal... no jokes, his weight should be at least three or four time yours.

It was then that you would have found out the wonders of a chubby boyfriend... should you have not been as fucked as you were. Your mind was so far down silly lane that a few hours in the shagging you kept alternating among cumming and fainting, and by the time he was down you were too.
If there was someone who never went down though, that was his cock.

His manhood never left your hole and stood harder than hard the whole night, keeping you stretched as if indeed wishing to make sure your pussy would take his shape, and by the time the guy woke up he needed no morning wood to fuck you all over again.
He was in fact the first to wake up again, albeit late in the morning... was it because he drank so many stimulants? He sure was energetic first thing in the morning. Just like you were as horny since the aphrodisiac aroma lingering in the air had been exchanged with a new one, assuring you'd be as ready to fuck as the previous night.

That morning you stirred to the rhythmic slamming of a cock deep in your pussy, and the first thing you saw was the fat-ass taking you in missionary position while helping himself to your tits, making them roll around in his hands "Good morning" he greeted, not stopping his hips however as he kept shagging you without a care in the world.
There is to note, that this was the first thing that came out his mouth that wasn't a grunt. Maybe because both of you were so horny, the previous night the two of you just mated like animals in heat and just like them only used groans and glances to exchange your intentions. Now that he had gotten some jizz out, he seemed more willing to share some words... not that you could return the greeting, not while climaxing from a particularly aimed thrust.

Despite your lack of answer, he still seemed pleased to keep you in a daze with just his dick, so he kept shagging you like that for another while before pumping the umpteenth load into your womb.

Just in time, as someone brought some breakfast in your room before making himself scarce.

"Oh, now, that's some nice grub we've got here, don't you think?" you were still too out of it to actually think, so he kept babbling on his own... not before pulling you up however, making you straddle his sitting form just like a koala. As usual, he kept his cock tucked safely into your flower.

"I asked them to get us both some liquid help to keep the mood hot... time to see if it's really as mind-blowing as they said. Wouldn't wanna end our honeymoon early, right my baby?" In your daze you just nodded, accepting his kiss and swallowing his... saliva? No, he drank something before the smooch so the liquid going down your throat must have been something else. Well, you were in heat anyway so you swallowed it all down before entangling your tongue with his.

The frenching lasted for a while, and by the time you were done... your body was burning, you felt so thirsty, so... cock-crazy.

"Damn, that's a nice look you have" so he said, noticing how you'd jump him if his cock wasn't already as balls-deep as he was. But while you subconsciously began to gyrate your hips, he took it easy and shared some food "Eat, or you won't have the energy you need to keep going... believe me my baby, you're gonna need it. Oh, how you're gonna need it..."

That was no lie. When you were both done, he pushed you down the bed and another sex marathon began.
This time he didn't limit himself to a mating press, no, after he got his fill of missionary he turned you over for some doggy-style.
He seemed to especially like that along the ass-up-head-down, treating you like a sow turned him on so much that even the dirty talk all settled on you being his breeding bitch and accepting your place as such.

Oh, the things he made you say... worshipping his cock, splaying your slit open and presenting yourself, begging him to knock you up... there was no end to the obscenities and his depraved imagination.
But there's no denying he sure knew what he was doing, and even if having no inhibitions and being in heat had some part in it... by the end of the week, you were properly trained into a submissive bitch.

His bitch.

Even without being ordered to you'd sneak in between his legs to orally serve his cock, or you'd start waving your ass at him in an attempt to get some dicking... your expression as you bounced over his cock riding him cowgirl style was indeed that of a properly trained slut.

As for the secrecy of your real identity... that was story too.
It took him a few days to fuck you out your costume, and he sure was pleased at the visual difference among your two sides.
A raven beauty and a blonde bombshell.
For him, it was like hitting two pigeons with a single stone. Or fucking two pussies with a single cock.
By the end of the week, he could easily order you to switch identities so depending on his mood he could fuck a different "girl".
Moreover knowing this would all end up on tape... there were no more worries about this being the first and last time he fucked you.
Since he had your real identity, he could easily use it to add you to his collection...