The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 04

I felt Troy responding by increasing his fucking to a turbocharged level and I felt his spear force itself yet further up my rear passage as I grabbed hold of the sofa and howled at the top of my lungs.

I was nothing but a piece of flesh being used. Used and abused by a man who was fucking me so hard that I was now in a constant state of orgasmic delight. I truly was Troy's bitch now, being fucked like a dog.

Fucking was too soft a word for what Troy and I were doing. We were rutting, like two wild animals. It was rough. It was nasty. It was sweaty. It was painful. It was brutal. It was filthy. But by god I loved it and knew that my life would never be the same. Having experienced this fucking of a lifetime I would be forever changed.

Then all of a sudden I felt Troy's pipe swell up, even fatter as it bombarded my rear end. Next second he had spun me round again and I heard him bellow as he finally unleashed his cannon full force. The first rope of cum hit me flush in the eye, dribbling down my face and smearing me with his thick, sticky man juice.

Then more shots were fired in quick succession and I was covered in a rain of semen, which quickly plastered my face and hair. I had never thought anyone could cum as much as Troy did then. By the time he was finished my whole upper body was plastered in his white residue, which was dripping down my body.

As I reached up to wipe my eyes I saw him before me and my mouth for the umpteemth time that day hung open as I looked on in awe at the sex god stood in front of me, still panting from our exertions. He was now covered in sweat, which was dripping down his body but this only gave him a deeper, more bronzed tan and emphasised his incredibly muscular physique.

He had a huge grin on his face as he looked down imperiously on me as I lay sprawled on the sofa covered in his seed. Then he stepped forward and gave me an order.

"Clean me up, babe."

I kneeled forward instantly and he pushed his dripping dick into my willing, waiting mouth.

I didn't even think for a second about how disgusting this was. Sucking a dick which had just spent half an hour pounding my own asshole. It was filthy and degrading. But I didn't care anymore. Troy wanted me to do it so I wanted to do it.

After a few moments Troy seemed to be satisfied with my work and he collapsed onto the sofa next to me.

"Aren't you gonna eat your dinner, babe?" He asked playfully.

It took me a moment for me to realise what he was talking about and as I lay there dazed and confused he tauntingly pointed to his face.

Suddenly I understood and without asking another question I began to scoop up the white deposits he'd left on my face and started shovelling the thick, viscous liquid down my throat.

I'd never tasted cum before. Whenever Brandon had spewed a few drops on me I'd always been disgusted and ran to wipe it off with a tissue. It was bitter and I didn't like it much, but I still gulped it down. In my post-coital high I felt lucky to have been fucked by Troy and given the honour of having his nector.

It took me quite a while to consume all the spunk which covered me and there was quite a bit in my hair which was impossible to extract. Troy just sat and watched his green eyes sparkling as he saw me so eager to do his bidding.

"How do you feel, babe?" He asked when I had finished and my eyes had returned their focus to his.

"Empty."

The word fell from my lips without a second thought. But now that I had said it I knew it was true. Both my cunt and my ass still felt sore and red from their abuse at Troy's hands (or rather at Troy's dick). But that was nothing to the feeling of emptiness. Despite the soreness and how long our already marathon sex session had lasted I still wanted Troy inside me again, and felt incomplete without him.

Troy laughed again. "As soon as I saw you this morning I knew you were an absolute cock-slut, but even I didn't realise how right I would be. It just goes to show I suppose that once a cunt has had a dick like mine it can't help but want it again and again, whether that cunt belongs to a rich chick like you or the busty cheerleader without two cents to rub together that I fucked last night."

As I listened to him I couldn't help but agree with what he said even though I knew that my old self would be horrified by the sentiment. But even more shockingly I noticed that as he spoke his hand had reached his now soft, fleshy tube and as he stroked it I saw it rising anew, seemingly ready for more.

Even after a day filled with surprises I was shocked yet again. How could Troy be getting hard again after we had been fucking for hours and he had just fired about a gallon of cum over me? But my shock soon gave way to excitement and need as my cunt twitched in anticipation of being fucked again by his huge sex column.

Seeing the look of excitement in my eyes Troy said, "You really are a horny bitch, aren't you?"

"I am now." I said eagerly.

"Good, cos as you can see I've got quite the sexual appetite," Troy said smirking while nodding towards his now fully re-inflated prick which looked ready for action once more.

Before I could respond Troy had lifted me up in his big, strong arms. He quickly manoeuvred me into position so that my legs were splayed around his torso, smearing his abs with my still leaking cunt juice.

Troy was holding my waist and was effortlessly controlling my position as though he had picked up a doll. I was using all my strength to lift my upper body and keep contact with his captivating emerald eyes.

They were sparkling again with a sense of eager anticipation. And suddenly I felt his hips press forward and he was inside me again.

This time my cunt was better able to accommodate him and using my wetness as lubrication he easily slid a good two thirds of his porky pole inside me. The force of his thrust knocked me backwards and my head fell away from his glistening body.

The only things supporting me now were his big strong hands and the powerful muscle which he was planting inside my desperate cunt. Despite the position being precarious I felt incredibly safe in Troy's hands, reassured yet again by his immense strength.

Troy hit top gear quicker this time, hitting my pussy with shorter quicker strokes as though his appetite for release had increased. All I could do was lay back and take it. He was in complete control, using his strong hands to move my body so that our hips both smashed together in perfect rhythm.

Each stroke sent a wave of pleasure which travelled right to my core. I might have had no control, but I didn't want to. Troy was playing me so well that I was happy to be at his mercy and within just a few strokes I was again screaming at the top of my lungs as I felt another orgasm building.

As Troy continued to relentlessly fuck me with his impossibly large schlong I felt my cunt straining under the pressure as it was stretched this way and that, subjected to such incredible stimulation that it was only a matter of a few minutes before I was again shattered by another powerful orgasm that powered through my body and seemed to go on and on and on as Troy kept pounding away.

Perhaps it was that orgasmic bliss that meant I didn't hear the noise of the car engine. Perhaps it was my screams which meant I didn't hear the front door opening or the feet running across the house at the sound of the commotion Troy and I were causing.

But suddenly, just as I felt the familiar feeling of Troy's swelling rod inside me I saw the last person in the world appear in the room, panting and out of breath: my mother.

I saw her upside down in the doorway as my head lolled backwards. For a moment the only sound which could be heard was the rhythmic slapping of hip on hip as Troy kept blasting his rod into my squelching cunt.

While my screams had been extinguished in shock at my mother's appearance, it seemed as though Troy wasn't going to let it get in his way.

Eventually it was my mother who broke the silence.

"What the hell is going on here? Grace?"

I tried to speak but my mouth was dry and for the first time in my life I was speechless and it was talking all my effort not to resume my raucous shouting at the pounding that Troy was administering.

"That's pretty obvious, isn't it maam. I'm banging the living shit out of your daughter and she is absolutely loving it."

Troy spoke in a calm voice, as though this sort of thing happened every day and really wasn't something to get worked up over.

"Excuse me young man but st-st-stop that right now and get out of my house!!"

My mother's was trembling and I could see her sway slightly. Even though some of that was probably my dizziness I could also see that she was intimidated by Troy and by the looks of it was distinctly the worse for wear after her drinking session with the other trophy wives.

"And why would I do that, when I'm having so much fun?"

All the while Troy carried on his rhythmical fucking as though nobody had disturbed us and the room rang out with the clapping sound of his balls which were now slapping my ass.

My mother was really losing her composure. "G-g-g-et o-o-out! You discusting boy!"

"First off maam. I'm not a boy, I'm a man as I'm sure your daughter could tell you if only she could speak. And second, there is no need to get jealous. There's plenty of my dick to go round."

As Troy said these words he intensified his fucking so that his pipe was thrust in and out of my now constantly spasming cunt at an even faster pace.

"I-I-I mean it. Release my daughter at once!"

"Well if you insist."

In one fluid movement Troy yanked me off his prick which had now swollen to monstrous proportions and flung me to the side, discarding me like a piece of trash and I hit the floor with a sickening thud.

Just a second later the inevitable happened, what I had known Troy had been building up to for the last minute while he spoke to my bewildered mother.

He unloaded a huge rope of thick white cum. It flew into the air at incredible speed so all that I could see was a blur as I looked up, unconcerned by the pain caused by my fall. But despite the blur its trajectory was clear. It arced up into the air before being pulled downwards by gravity until it hit its target, landing on my mother's chin despite the fact that she stood a good thirty feet away.

Of course Troy didn't stop there. His huge cannon kept on firing his white spunk and as its velocity dropped he swaggered forward aiming his dick like a gun and using my mother for target practice. She just stood there, seemingly immobilised by shock at what was happening to her as her whole face and chest became covered in Troy's splooge.

When he eventually stopped issuing his seed he was stood just a few feet from my mother. I scrambled off the floor eager to clean him up, to take up my role as his dutiful cum rag. But he knocked me a way with a gentle slap of his hand and I fell back to the floor, looking up at his handsome, rugged face.

Troy was grinning from ear to ear while my mother, from what I could make out under her white mask, was terrified.

"Not seen a dick like this one before have you ma'am? Bet your husband isn't packing like this is he?" He grabbed the base of his prick to emphasis the point and I saw in astonishment that it was still rock hard. Troy was obviously getting off on putting on a show for my mother.

"In fact I bet you've not seen one like this in your entire life, have you? Even in your wild college days." Troy was walking towards my mother now and she was backing away but in her disorientation she was walking towards the wall, rather than the door. Her back hit the wall and she jumped out of fright before redirecting her attention to Troy and his humongous appendage.

I saw her eyes bulge. And in that moment I could see what was going to happen. I saw what Troy was going to do. Perhaps this had been his plan all along. Perhaps this is why he had decided to fuck me in the lounge rather than in one of the house's many bedrooms.

Troy's actions and intentions should have repulsed me. Should have caused me to rise up and fight against him. But the old part of me was still there and I couldn't help but be impressed by his ruthless aggression. And my new self felt her cunt shudder again. The more evil Troy became the more I wanted him. It seemed that I was a sucker for a bad boy. And Troy was the baddest of the lot if he was about to do what I thought he was going to do.

"You must think you've got a pretty good life." Troy continued, "Living in this huge house. Going out to lunch with your rich friends while your husband goes out and earns the money. But I reckon that's not enough for you, is it? I don't think your daughter is the only repressed slut in this family, is she? I think you've been desperate to escape your suffocatingly boring existence for years now, haven't you? Well now is your chance to find out what you've been missing out on."

My mother either couldn't or wouldn't say anything in response to Troy's speech. In the meantime he had continued to walk towards her and as he did so her eyes stayed fixed on his huge dick.

"Now is your chance to get fucked properly. Not what your husband tries to do maybe once a week if you're lucky. This is your chance to get fucked by a proper man. Look at what I've done to your daughter."

When my mother refused to look at me Troy stepped forward and grabbed hold of her face, still sticky with his cum and pointed it in my direction.

"What do you see?" He asked tauntingly.

"I-I-I. I don't ..."

"Don't play stupid with me. You know exactly what you see. You see a slut. A mindless, cock hungry slut who has just been fucked out of her tiny little mind. But you're not angry. You've had plenty of time to run for it, to call for help but instead you stayed and watched while I was hammering your own daughter's cunt."

My mother looked as though she couldn't speak even if she had wanted to. But I could see from her eyes that she was starting to lose it. She was still buzzed from her lunch and I could tell from her involuntary twitching that she was turned on by Troy and his trash talk. She was trying to deny it to herself. She was trying to regain control. But she couldn't, Troy had her exactly where he wanted her and her defences were crumbling as he continued an assault which I knew wouldn't stay verbal for long.

"No you're jealous. You want a big fat dick slammed up your MILF pussy. Don't you? You want a young, hung stud to fuck you hard unlike your useless, worthless husband. You've convinced yourself that you're happy in this fairytale life you've constructed but you'll never be as happy as your daughter is now without being dominated by a strong alpha male. And you know it. Well today is your lucky day, babe, cos you're not going to find a bigger stud than me to give you the drilling that you're so desperate for. So why don't we stop playing games and get down to business?"

Even under the translucent glow of the cum which was now congealing on her face it was clear that Troy's dirty talk had made a profound impact on my mother. She was panting now and her face had turned a scarlett red and the earlier terror in her eyes had been replaced by a gleam that I had never seen before except in a mirror a few hours ago in my own face. It was the gleam of a slut who was desperate to get fucked.

"Strip babe, I want to see if you're as hot as your fine daughter underneath those clothes."

This was the moment of truth. My mother could still walk away. I knew that she wore a panic button that my father made sure she always carried with her. She could press that and security would be here in minutes. Or she could make the same choice that I had a few hours earlier and submit herself to Troy and let him use his massive tool to turn her into a desperate slut willing to do anything to get her next fix of his dick.

I also realised in that moment that she never really had a choice. I was my mother's daughter after all and we had a lot more in common than either of us cared to admit. Troy had hit all the right notes. He had obviously done his research well, and my dopey brother had probably given him all the ammunition he needed.

We both knew that our parents marriage was a sham. My father put up with it because he knew he couldn't do any better even with all his money. And my mother put up with it because without it she'd be penniless. She was trapped in a loveless marriage which if she was anywhere near as horny as I was must have been hell for her. And now here was Troy, promising to give her what she had been yearning for. Well, there was only going to be one outcome.

And sure enough after a second of hesitation my mother reached down and pulled down her black skirt. Troy had taken a few paces back now and was stroking his dick as he watched appreciatively as my mother submitted herself to him. As I watched I wasn't overcome with anger at what Troy was doing. No my overwhelming emotion was jealousy. I wanted Troy to be watching me, wanking over me, fucking me, not my past-it mother.

But I knew better than to try and interfere. It wasn't my place to try and interfere even if I had the power to do so. A man as strong and virile as Troy made up his own rules and so instead I decided to enjoy the show, placing my fingers inside my sloppy, leaking cunt and playing with myself as my mother continued her lewd strip show.

Her top had now been discarded and so she stood wearing just a red bra and thong, matched by her scarlet heels. I saw in Troy's excited face that he liked what he saw and I couldn't blame him.

My mother still had a great figure despite her age. Her legs were long, shapely and toned from spending hours in the gym. Her abs were firm but all eyes were fixed on her full, large breasts which were barely concealed by the lacy bra that she was wearing.

Suddenly she seemed to realise that she was the centre of attention and that she had a red-blooded, horny stud who had his attention solely focussed on her. I saw a spark light up in her eye. She wasn't used to male attention like this except from the old, balding men at the boring social functions she attended.

So she started to show herself off, her hands roamed over her curvy body seductively and she leaned forward, giving Troy and eyeful of the boobs that my father had spent so much money on over the years. She started to wipe the cum still splattered over her face and chest and rubbed into her body, making it gleam.

Her hands cupped her firm breasts and started to push them together, making them appear even larger. Troy was watching her now hungrily. His hands were tugging at his prick in his excitement at the lewd show my mother was performing for him.

Slowly and seductively she lowered her bra until it had been removed entirely, revealing her hard, erect nipples at the centre of her small areola. While one hand continued kneading her busom, the other reached down and slowly lowered her thong which dropped to the floor and was kicked away.

As she did so she gave us both an eyeful of her clearly wet pussy which had a neatly trimmed bush above it. Now completely naked my mother straightened up again while her fingers worked their way into her tight cunt, exposing her pink inner folds which glistened in her juices.

My mother had been waiting a long time for this and now that she had made her decision, to lose herself in this depravity, to surrender to her fantasy she was not holding back.

Then suddenly Troy leaped forward, evidently unwilling or unable to hold himself back any longer. He immediately grabbed hold of her ass cheeks with both hands and effortlessly lifted her off her feet, dragging her across to the sofa where he had fucked me just minutes before.