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They kissed deeply, I saw his lips on hers, pressing her back, her opening to his tongue. The kiss went on, punctuated only by soft moans as he explored her naked body.
She broke the kiss, moving away ever so slightly, and smiled.
“I think it’s time,” she said, “to reveal that great big beautiful cock.”
He chuckled, turning her around, so that her ass was nestled in his hips. She smiled wantonly, grinding into his cock, bending forward a little as he cupped her breasts.
“Do the honours?” he told her.
“I’d love to.”
Kayley turned back to face him. She paused for a moment, just looking at him, then she tenderly ran her hands through his hair, and stepped in to kiss him, a gesture so sweet it broke my heart. Those were the worst parts, not the lust and hunger, but the moments of casual tenderness, the unguarded look that spoke affection, the gentle caress, the touches that seemed so natural and loving.
She stepped back, taking one hand, and undoing a cuff. As she did so, Leroy looked directly into the smartphone, directly at me, controlled, confident, triumphant. It was beyond gloating. As Kayley undid his other cuff and unbuttoned his shirt, he simply looked like a man enjoying what was his all along.
Kayley slid his shirt off reverently, there was something almost profound about the unforced, worshipful way she undressed him.
She knelt automatically for his pants. Of course she would, and she brought the same reverence to undoing his belt, unbuttoning, unzipping, to sliding down the legs. He stepped out gracefully as she knelt, Leroy’s cock full and rigid in front of her.
Kayley reached out carefully, taking his cock in her hand, and gently kissed the tip. Then gracefully, she bent her head, pressing it briefly to her forehead. For a moment, it was almost as if she prayed to it.
Then he took her hand, and raised her to her feet. Looking reverently at him, she backed into the bed, crawling backwards, until she lay on her back in the center, legs spread, propped up on her elbows, waiting for him.
I realized I’d been holding my breath.
“Fucking exquisite,” Leroy breathed. “Just fucking exquisite.”
“And yours…” she whispered.
Leroy stepped forward, kneeling on the end of the bed. In the video image, his cock was massive, a conquering juggernaut, waiting to claim its tribute.
“Mine,” he whispered.
He stared for a moment, breathing her in, clearly thinking about his next move.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered Kayley, despite his desire there was nothing urgent or frantic in his voice. Her eyes never leaving him, she complied, her thighs parting smoothly.
“Wider, as wide as you can. Bring your knees up, feet straight, like you were in ballet. Lift… Perfect!”
Leroy turned to look directly into the video.
“Sam,” he said. “I want you to zoom in on Kayley’s pussy. Get real close up.”
I turned the smart phone’s camera on Kayley’s vagina to maximum zoom. It filled the screen.
Leroy moved forward, until he knelt between her legs, looking down on her like some benign God surveying its followers. Kayley looked up at him with a half smile that spoke of expectancy.
He glanced at me, not so much me personally, I’d become irrelevant. But rather, at the phone I was holding, the video recording him. I had the sense he was seeing himself, somehow, on the video.
“This,” Leroy narrated, “is an exquisite pussy. It’s fucking perfect, inside and out, and I know, because I’ve been inside. Just look at it. Smooth as silk, perfectly shaved, not a stray hair, no blemishes, balanced pubes, lips made for fingering. And that clit? Gorgeous!”
Leroy’s finger moved into frame, pulling back the clit hood.
“There it is,” he whispered, “Kayley’s perfect little clitoris, her sweet little bump. Isn’t it lovely.”
The finger gently prodded it. Kayley gasped, her hips rocked, and the image moved in frame.
“And so very responsive. You treat this little button right, you can make her do anything. It’s not just the clit, she’s so responsive. Watch.”
The finger moved down almost to her anus, and teased her lips apart gently, from the bottom, working its way up, in little side to side motions. Kayley gasped and rocked.
“Look at that,” Leroy said, “she opens right up, her lips just part. Can you see the shine? She’s wet.”
Leroy’s finger slid down between the lips, coming away slick.
“She’s so wet. She’s dripping. She’s excited. You can tell, you know, when a woman is really wet. They walk a little different, their hips move a little more. Their bodies are lubricating and all they want is something sliding up. They need it. They give off these little signals.”
“The minute I saw her today, I knew she was wet. She was hopping, moving. And all day long, it’s been getting worse and worse. She’d just been getting wetter and wetter, as we come closer and closer. She wants this so badly. It’s all she can think about right now. How much she needs a cock. How much she needs to be filled. And she doesn’t just need to be bursa escort filled, she needs to be owned by a cock.”
“Owned,” Kayley’s voice came. Heavy with lust.
“By a big cock,” Leroy said.
“A big hard cock,” Kayley murmured.
“Now,” Leroy continued, “here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to put my cock right up against those beautiful pussy lips, and I’m going to slide it in. I’m going to go so fucking slow, a millimeter at a time, because I want to feel every bit of her. I want her to feel it, every single degree, as she’s conquered.”
“This is the conquest of Kayley,” Leroy whispered. “This is her surrender. This is more important more pivotal, more significant than even losing her virginity. After this, she won’t even be the same person.”
He glanced at me. “So I want you to keep that video steady, and record every millimeter, every fraction of an inch, as she gives herself up to me.”
“And Kayley,” Leroy addressed her, “when it happens, you’ll know. I want you to describe everything. I want you to describe every sensation, I want you to describe your feelings, I want every detail as you feel your body surrendering to me, as you feel me taking possession of you, until you’re my property. Can you do that.”
“Yes… sir,” she whispered.
Her thighs trembled, swinging a little, her pussy lips parted an infinitesimal bit wider. It was almost unnoticeable, but the video caught it. And so did Leroy.
He laughed, pure joy and power. “You’re so ready.”
Leroy moved closer, his cock approaching. She watched it, with a tight, fascinated ghost of a smile.
I could only stare in horrified enthrallment, the video zooming in as Leroy’s swollen cockhead moved closer and closer to my love’s exquisite pussy. Three inches now. An inch. Half an inch.
As gently, and powerfully, as a rocket descending, the round tip of his cock head landed on her exquisitely shaped pussy lips. The lips parted, almost as if embracing the head of his cock, the pink folds on either side pressing, almost creeping around the head, enfolding it. The corona, the smooth curve and arch was still outside her lips, visible and lowly pulsing. But the tip, the urethra and its bead of precum was now hidden.
I was breathless again, totally consumed by what I was seeing. Leroy’s willpower was incredible, to hold it there on her, the slightest twitch from entering.
Kayley sighed, staring.
“I can feel it,” she said, “against me, ready. I can feel my lips against it.”
Leroy looked at her.
“Still time to change your mind,” he teased, his grin malicious.
Slowly, Kayley lifted her eyes from the cock head half enfolded in her pussy lips, to meet Leroy’s gaze.
“Fuck changing my mind,” she grinned, teeth bared, her eyes flashing.
“You sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Riveted, I watched and recorded the interplay. I had been completely forgotten. The world had been forgotten. Their universe was reduced to them. Her, spread, open, ready, and him demanding, driving. His cock, her cunt, and a relentless gravity between them.
“The consequences?”
“Fuck consequences,” she said.
Leroy laughed.
Then Kayley gasped, her eyes widening. She looked down, seeing his cock head advance, pushing her lips slow wider, the folds creeping over his glans as he opened her.
He moved so slowly, she had time to gasp three times, staring wide eyed all the while.
“Uhh-huh! Uhh-huh! Uhh-huh!”
Then the head of his big cock was inside her, the curving arch just barely covered by her pussy lips. He stopped.
“Holy shit,” Kayley whispered, there was a wondering breathless quality to her words, she couldn’t take her eyes away. “I can feel it.”
She licked her lips.
“I mean,” she said, her voice gasping slightly, “I can really feel it. I can feel the contour perfectly, the underside, the curve, the crest. It’s just inside, and I can feel its shape intimately, every detail. The texture and smoothness. I can feel the heat of it, the pulse. I can feel it oozing precum…”
Her head arched back and her eyelids fluttered as if in some kind of religious trance.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered. “It’s amazing, I’ve never… It’s… It’s…”
“Most of the nerve endings are close to the front,” Leroy said softly. “When you’re ready…”
At the sound of his voice, Kayley looked up at him, eyes wide. Her gaze running down the shaft of his cock, and then slowly up from his crotch, up his belly, his chest, his neck and chin, until she was looking directly into his eyes, her mouth was open, her features slack, in a kind of awe.
She nodded.
“Do it,” she said. An instant later, her eyelids fluttered and she gasped loudly, her thighs parting wider.
Shifting the video back to her pussy, I zoomed. Leroy was slowly pushing his cock deep, curve of the head was no longer outlined by her lips, he’d slid further into her. Kayley was gasping again, now the shaft was almost half an inch inside her.
Again, bursa eskort bayan I was astonished at Leroy’s iron control, to thrust into her so slowly, to make her feel every fraction of an inch as he claimed her body deeper and deeper. I was stunned, her pussy had been pristine, a delicate thing of soft lips. Now it was distorted, the shape of her pussy had been deformed by the thick cock opening her. The narrow band of her vagina was now forced wide, her exquisite lips stretched tight around the shaft that violated her. And the deeper he went, with every millimeter, with every passing inch, she surrendered. He sank deeper, deformed her body, reshaped her around his cock, and she welcomed him.
“Oh god, Leroy,” she gasped. “I can feel it. I can feel you stretching me apart, opening me, bit by bit, the further you go.” She threw back her head, her eyes closing. “It feels incredible. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can feel everything, I can feel you in me shaping me around your cock as it goes in.”
On some level, I knew this was just sex, and to some degree, every cock reshaped a cunt as it entered, that large men, many men, fists and childbirth could re-size a woman down there, remake her from what she had been to someone else.
I had never witnessed the process so intimately, from so close, I had never seen the image in zoom on video, or seen it happen so slowly and meticulously. I had never thought to imagine how profound that transformation must be.
“Oh god, Leroy,” she panted. “This is different. This feels so different. This feels consequential. It’s not just fucking, this is more profound. It’s on deeper levels, more levels.”
His cock was literally reshaping her vagina, remaking her, not in his image, but as an object for his pleasure. Leroy was literally changing her body, changing the shape of her pussy, with nothing more than his will and his cock. She’d been petite, tight and narrow, now she was being opened. There was nothing of her choice in this, he was doing it, his body reshaping hers to its will.
He was doing it slowly, deliberately, making sure that she felt everything, every stretch of tissues, every defeat and loosening of vaginal wall and muscle as it gave way to the invader now claiming it. Thrusting so slowly, he was making her feel him, feel him as a pervasive presence slowly occupying her body, stretching and opening her, making her focus on it in a way she never had before, with an acute awareness. Suddenly I understood her fixation on conquest, invasion and surrender, when she talked of sex. Every time she spread her legs for a man, she submitted to conquest.
“…I want it, I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. I need it. I can’t explain. It’s like a compulsion, an irresistible compulsion, a drive. And although it scares me, I can’t resist it. I don’t want to resist it.”
But this, for the sheer size and brutality of his cock, for the psychological preparation, and now for the glacial but relentless pace of his invasion and shaping of her body, was a conquest like no other, deeper, more profound, of meticulous awareness. In that moment, she knew her body belonged to his, not just to be possessed, but to be remade. It was a vivid, visceral awareness that she would never be able to escape.
“I can feel your cock in me. I can feel what’s happening. You’re taking possession, you’re taking ownership of me, of who I am, what I am. I won’t be mine any more. I’ll be yours, your property, I will belong completely to you.”
His massive cock continued its slow patient occupation of her helpless body. Her pussy continued to deform as I watched, spread and reshaped. Already half the shaft had disappeared inside her and still its relentless progress went on. She was impaled on his cock, her hips and pussy, fixed in place, pinned under him. But the rest of her body was frantic, her breathing came in rapid spurts, her head turning side to side, eyelids fluttering, mouth yawning. Arms and legs shivered with tremors. Her chest rose and fell. Her muscles twitched, went taut with the strain of his slow intrusion and occupation. I watched her grit her teeth, features drawn, the tendons of her neck rigid with tension.
Leroy stared down at her like she was an insect. His eyes were cold, his face beaded with sweat, intent on his task. There was no compassion, no mercy, only the meticulous drive to overcome and subdue. To bend and then break her on his erection.
“When I finish, you will belong to me,” he rumbled. You won’t be a person, you’ll be my property. And you will love it.”
The video recorded it all, every helpless gasp and grunt, every twitch, every bead of sweat, barred teeth or fluttering eyelid. Was this willing surrender, I wondered? With her body in seeming rebellion, fighting a futile, doomed reflexive battle that it’s owner had already relinquished. Because despite the tension and trembling, Kayley gave herself to him, her gaze shifting constantly from his face to the invading battering ram that was his cock. Despite being despoiled, she only spread her legs wider.
As he passed three quarters way of his cock’s brutal violation of her most sacred temple, she only whispered, “Do it! Take it! Take it all!”
“Yes,” he told her.
Finally, he was all the way. His balls swinging against her ass, his pubic bone grinding into hers, pushing her down further and deeper into the bed, relentlessly driving for those last millimeters of penetration. As he bottomed out in her, she released a loud moan, a deep sound of submission and surrender, of abandonment.
That was when he bent down over her. She looked up as he brought his face to hers. There was no love or kindness in his expression. He was the conqueror, marching past wrecked walls and ruined defenses of a broken city, indifferent to the destruction and the defeat, but simply striding past to the very heart of his prize, to take a throne, and pronounce his dominion. That was how he kissed her, without a shred of mercy, as her new ruler.
In turn, she surrendered to the kiss, accepted her defeat and subjugation to his will.
“It’s done,” Kayley finally gasped, as he released her. “Is it done? Have you taken everything?”
“No,” he told her. “It will be done, when you come.”
His cock was already pulling back, still slow, but smoother and faster.
A ghost of a smile passed under her, her chest twitched, as if she’d wanted to laugh but lacked the strength or will.
“It won’t take long,” she whispered, as he reached his apogee, and began to drive in with cruel determination.
It took only three powerful strokes of his cock to make her come.
As he bottomed out for the third time, Kayley’s back arched, her body going stiff and rigid, her arms flung out, her head twisted from side to side. Reflexively she wrapped her legs around his hips, then flung them open. An animal howl tore its way out of her.
He pulled back and plunged in, her body rose and fell, she gasped for breath, her mouth making guttural noises. She started to squirt, pulsing waves of liquid gushing uncontrollably as he bottomed out in her again, and again withdrew. Her orgasm ran on and on as he pulled back once more, and drove savagely in so hard it seemed he wanted to punish her, break her in half. She howled, her body spastic, squiring wildly, as he bottomed in her. Then she went limp, only able to pant in helpless exhaustion.
His cock deep in her, Leroy looked town, surveying his prize, her body plundered, pillaged, looted. He smiled deeply, swollen with triumph, his cock pulsing in her despoiled womb, awaiting the command for further destruction.
Finally, after he’d caught his breath, Leroy, without taking his cock from her, still hovering over her prostrate body, suspending himself on his arms, turned to me and the video. He smiled, looking directly at me.
“It’s done,” he said. “She’s not yours any more. I’ve taken her. I’ve made her mine. She’s my property now, Sam.”
Kayley laughed, a giggle that shifted to a peal of musical laughter. Leroy and I stared at her as she stretched, exhausted but languorous. Luxuriously, with an incredible smile of joy and satiation, she reached up, to throw her arms around Leroy’s shoulders.
“To think I ever hesitated,” she drawled. “You were right. You were always right. I should have surrendered completely to you, the first time you fucked me and never looked back. My whole life, my purpose was to be here, on the end of your cock, your property.”
Mollified, whatever it was that had flashed through Leroy evaporated. Instead, he grinned in renewed triumph.
“Fucking right,” he grunted. “Absolutely fucking right. You’re mine now, whore.”
“Oh god,” her sigh was long and exhausted. Her eyes opened, she looked up at the ceiling. Staring into oblivion.
“It’s done,” she said. “It’s over. I can feel it all the way down to my core. I’m different now, I’m owned, completely and totally owned, a possession, a piece of property, an object.”
She turned, and looked me right in the eye.
“I’m Leroy’s.”
She reached up, pulling him down. He kissed her, not as a conqueror, but simply hungry. She kissed him back, “I’m a whore now. Your whore. You own me.”
She paused.
“What will you do with me?”
Leroy laughed humourlessly.
“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you!” He began to fuck her exhausted body with brutish, pounding thrusts. Helpless, Kayley could only cry out in ecstasy submitting to his body and his will, each more unappeasable than the other.
As I watched, overpowered by what I’d seen, as he fucked her, I felt something happening to me. I felt an unearthly sensation, that left me feeling both urgent and weak. It was the strangest thing I’d ever experienced. It almost felt like I was coming, it was a sensation like orgasm or ejaculation, but where that climbed rapidly to a peak and fell away, this felt diffuse, and unfocused. Like I was coming and yet not coming. Like maybe the beginning of an orgasm, the early stages. I glanced down, my cock was rising and falling, and ropes of semen were oozing or leaking from it with each rise. My legs were shaking, the muscles weak, like my blood sugar was dropping away. Unlike an orgasm, it went on, instead of coming to a peak, it dragged on and on.
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