Black and Blue

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Beatrice

I finally moved, closing the gap between us, before grabbing one of his arms and pulling him back onto his wobbly feet.

"Come on. Let's go." I told him, the fake deep voice was completely gone. My regular, lighter, demanding voice remained.

Taking his hand, I pulled him along with me. We exited the subway and continued down the street. I was still processing everything.

This was no longer just touching on the train. It was more. There had to be more. And I was going to make sure of it.

The tension was burning deep between my legs. It was like the flames of desire had turned every sensation up to a raging inferno.

I wanted, no! I needed him, now!

"W-w-where are we going?" I heard him stammer out, his voice shy and trembling.

"A hotel. We're not done yet." I said sternly.

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Puck

Before long, I was being pushed into a suite of a love hotel - the door closing behind us.

My body shivered out of anticipation. I needed this. My insides begged for release. Nervousness sat like a bucket of sand in my stomach.

I swallowed hard as they turned to face me. They stepped over to a small table in the corner, not paying me much mind, and started undressing.

I watched as they shed their outer layer. Sunglasses, a hoodie, and a hat were tossed on the table.

Long flowing black hair curled over soft shoulders. The woman was now just dressed in a bra and baggy pants from before. Turning, her sharp brown eyes met mine, and I was at a loss for words.

She was gorgeous, probably in her thirties. Much taller than me, with fair skin and beautiful breasts, her body covered in freckles.

I wasn't sure what it was, but she seemed so familiar.

"Strip." She ordered nonchalantly, messing with her items on the table, finally having broken the silence of the room.

But I didn't react. I couldn't. I was so transfixed by her. She looked too familiar. I'd definitely seen her somewhere before. Like in a commercial or on the cover of a magazine?

She turned to me and cocked her head to the side, giving me a curious gaze, though rough passion also burned behind her eyes.

"I think I know you?" The words softly slipped from my parted lips as I wracked my puzzled brain.

She seemed a little frustrated now. "Okay, strip!" She demanded, trying to get on with it.

But it had come to me. "You're Beatrice Black," I said before covering my mouth. "Oh, my God!" I couldn't believe it.

"Jesus." She quietly spat between clenched teeth, her eyes rolling again.

Before me stood, the, Beatrice Black. CEO of Black toys. An adult sex toy manufacturer that was based right here in the city.

She was a celebrity in the sex toy community. I'd recognized her from news articles as well as a few online forums.

Her face now looked furiously annoyed; my amazement quickly turned to terror.

She stepped towards me. So close that I could feel the warmth of her body and smell her scent.

I looked up at the tall woman, my eyes being level with her perky breasts.

We locked eyes only for a second, as I immediately felt overwhelmed. Up close, she was much more imposing. I felt my legs start to tremble.

"I said, strip!" She growled. Her domineering voice scared me.

I quickly reached back. Feeling scared, My fingers fumbled with the dress's zipper.

"I hoped this would be different, but same old s***. I can't catch a break, can I?" She deeply sighed under her breath, seemingly annoyed at being recognized.

I finally got a hold of the zipper, unzipping my dress and letting it drop to my feet. Keeping my eyes pointed to the ground, I stood there in just my flats, stalkings, and panties. The cold air of the room made my naked torso shiver.

It was silent for a moment, so I glanced up at her. She was watching me intensely, scanning every inch of my body.

"Keep going." She ordered, taking a step back, and I quickly complied.

I tossed off my flats before biting my lip. My panties were next... I swallowed hard, looked up at her again, my fingers at the brim of the panties, as I hesitated. I shifted in place; a nervous whine left my lips.

Oddly enough, she was lightly chuckling to herself, looking down at me before rolling her eyes playfully. A smirk now painting her lips where an angry snarl just sat.

I was shocked; she wasn't angry with me. Maybe she was enjoying this, watching me nervously fumble with getting undressed.

She reached down and, with a finger, tugged on the waistband of my panties. "These need to go." She said with the evilest smirk.

I swallowed hard; her lust-filled grin frightened me as much as it excited me.

I slid my thumbs under the waistband with shaky hands. Slowly, I pulled them down, past my hips, over my butt, and away from my bulge. The damp panties dropped to the floor.

She moved a hand, pushing some of my long hair out of my face, cupping my chin. I almost thought the heat of her hand was going to burn me.

She tilted my head to the left and right, scanning my features. Her fingers moved through my hair, then down my neck and shoulders. I felt helpless under her warm touch and hungry gaze.

Her hand moved down my chest, sliding over my nipple. I almost jumped at its sensitivity, which made her chuckle. She continued dragging her fingers over my stomach.

I was still riled up from before, and her touch was making it worse. I felt like a small mouse being toyed with by a hungry lioness, about to be dinner. My whole body was trembling now.

Her hand moved even lower, cupping my bulge. She held them in her hand effortlessly, looking over them.

"It's so small; how adorable!" She finally said with a malicious mocking laugh.

My whole face went bright red, and my eyes dart away. A wave of embarrassment hit me hard, as I had just leaked precum all over her hand when she said that.

"Oh, wow! You really are a masochist, aren't you?" Her voice was smooth, dripping with lust as she talked down at me.

I shamefully glanced up at her. Shaking my head, trying to deny it.

She looked down. "Oh, come on. You can't deny it now. It's too obvious." She laughed.

I gasped. "I-I'm not a masochist." I pleaded, trying my best to lie.

"I work in the industry, Hun. You can't lie to me. I know exactly what perverted little boys like you are like."

My parts throbbed at her words. She had discovered my buttons so easily and was planning on abusing them.

She chuckled, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "Or should I say, little girl? You're definitely not a boy with a dick this small."

I let out a whining moan, and my body shivered, leaking more of my fluids onto her palm. The smirk on her face told me she knew I was putty in her hands.

"Admit it." She ordered.

I kept my mouth closed, not wanting to say a word.

I felt her hand close, clamping down around my parts. "Come on, say it." She gave me a light squeeze.

"Ahh~ I... I'm a masochist.." I squeaked out. My face red hot.

She held her evil smirk proudly. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Now I want you to admit you have a small dick." She ordered teasingly.

My whole body was trembling now. I shook my head no, not wanting to say it.

"Admit it, you little slut!" She squeezed harder.

I moaned at the pleasurable pain, "I... I-I have a small... Dick..."

She cupped my chin with her other hand and lifted my face to hers.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"I... have a small dick~" I repeated for her, my eyes darting away, my face bright red as my balls pumped out another dribble onto her hand.

She smiled. "Perfect. Now that you know your place," she quickly pushed me down, forcing me onto my knees in front of her, "I'll show you a real cock."

I looked straight ahead, finally noticing the enormous bulge that stretched halfway down one of her pant legs.

Out of a mixture of desire, curiosity, and fear. I watched as she unbuttoned and let her pants drop to the floor.

Her nimble hands lifted the massive member that hung between her legs, sitting its whole length over my face plus extra.

My mouth gaped at the size of it. My eyes tracked down the long shaft to the base. A large pair of balls hung heavy in between her legs.

"This is a real dick! Not that adorable excuse for a cock you've got." She said, looking down at me.

She was right. Her's was so much bigger than mine both in length and girth. My mouth couldn't help but water just looking at it. The heavy luscious scent of her superior girl cock was overwhelming. I bit my lip, trying to contain myself.

I heard her giggle, and I came back to reality. "Such a horny face and your dicks leaking all over the place!? All this from being face to face with a real cock? I knew you were a slut, but this is a surprise."

If I were in the right mind, I would have jumped up and run. Or denied my inappropriate reaction, but it was too late for that. Much too late. I was losing my mind.

All I could think about was the massive cock that sat on my face and what it could do.

But the thing that impressed me the most was that though it was so big, I could tell she wasn't even fully hard yet.

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Beatrice

Dear lord, if you would have told me today that a beautiful boy would be on his knees in front of me with my cock on his face, I wouldn't have believed you.

I looked down at him, just watching. His whole body trembled; his face was bright pink and warm to the touch. I could see anticipation burning in his eyes.

From his reaction to my whispers earlier, I'd deduced his affinity for degrading and decided to try my hand at it. But I was more then surprised at the outcome.

Oh, god! The sight was too much to bear - the eager boy biting his lip just looking at my cock with that face.

I reached a hand down, cupping under his chin. I ran a finger over his plump lips, pulling them apart. He so obediently opened his mouth, looking up at me with those big begging eyes.

I didn't even have to ask; I could tell he was ready, as ready as I was. His tongue gave soft little licks to my thumb.

I grabbed ahold of my member with my other hand, taking a step back to put the tip against his lips.

I watch as he closed his eyes, puckering those pink glossed lips and giving my tip a soft kiss.

Opening his mouth, he ran his wet tongue over it. The way he kneeled on the ground with his arms between his thighs made him look like a little puppy obediently enjoying his favorite treat.

The look on his face seemed so pleased, and the softness of his mouth made me groan.

He placed licks and kisses on and around the tip. The warmth of his mouth on my dick was driving me wild.

"Open," I ordered, and he obeyed. Eyes still closed, he opened his mouth for me, waiting for me to use it as I saw fit.

F***! This boy~

I placed the thick head of my cock in his mouth, and he eagerly closed up around it.

His hot wet mouth sucking as his tongue flicked and rolled over me. He let out a soft hum of pleasure, and so did I.

I ran my fingers through his hair, watching him so joyfully suck me off. I slid a little more shaft into his mouth.

He began moving, bobbing his head slowly, stroking my tip with his whole mouth.

I moved my hips to match his rhythm. Making him take a little more each time.

It didn't take long before he was taking it in strides. His head hungrily bobbing back and forth, I felt my cock rhythmically hitting the back of his throat, his mouth only taking 1/3 of me.

But that wasn't good enough. His mouth was too good; I had to have more. I held the back of his head and moving my hips, quickly felt his throat open up to me.

He gaged for a second. Probably not used to having this tight throat filled. I was about to pull out when he sucked me in farther. He had taken as far as half my cock with pride.

Jesus! He was amazing!

He finally opened his eyes and looked up at me. Hearts seemingly formed in his irises.

"Can you take me deeper?" I asked, partly with surprise.

He gave me a dreamily nod, and his eyes rolled back as his head bobbed more and more, taking me deeper and deeper.

I watched his throat bulge, drool dripping down his chin, before I threw my head back, clutching at his skull.

"F***!~ This mouth is amazing!~." I moaned, not being able to hold back anymore.

It wasn't long till he was down to my base. I held him there, feeling my cock enveloped by the wet warmth of his throat. He looked up at me pridefully.

His eyes sparkled, though he looked lost in his own pleasure. God, he was enjoying this more than I was!

I began moving my hips, holding his head. F***ing, his throat was no problem.

Moaning out, I rammed down his throat again and again. I felt his hands move up and cup my balls. Lightly massaging them, holding one in each of his small hands.

"God! I'm gonna cum!~" I moaned, feeling a week's worth of cum bubbling up, ready to dump into his tight throat.

I slammed him to my base, unloading round after round into him.

After a minute, I pulled out, spilling another gallon of thick gooey fluid onto his face, his stomach full.

I watched as he tried to catch most of it with his hands. His mouth overflowing as he had trouble swallowing it all.

I took a step back, breathing out a steamy exhaled. I looked down at him, watching my work. His face, painted in pleasure and creamy white, as he's sat in a small puddle of his own thin cum.

"Damn, you look even cuter with your face painted." I said, biting my lip.

He seemed like he was in a trance, a spaced-out look in his eyes.

"You love this, don't you?" I asked, and he responded with a slow, tranquil nod.

It made me laugh how pleased he looked. All that from sucking my cock, I felt honored.

"I'll go get you a towel," I told him before heading to the small cabinet across the room.

I turned back around with the towel in hand, only to find him now on the corner of the bed.

He was on his knees with his butt pointed towards me. His face, buried in the sheets as he used his hands to spread his hole open for me.

Jesus!

I think I must have broken this kid's brain or something.

He had used my cum to lube himself up and was now wagging that round a$$ at me.

I moved over to the bed, not wanting to pass up the free anal, especially seeing how I was still rock hard.

Standing behind him, I slid my cock between his cheeks, rubbing my rod over his hole but not entering him just yet.

He let out a frustrated whine.

"You want it?" I teased, and he nodded. "Then I need you to beg for it."

He shifted for a moment before he spoke. "Please destroy my b**** hole with your fat cock~." He let out a whining moan.

I hit him with a hard spanking as he finished his sentence, causing him to let out a yelp of pleasure.

"That's a good slut," I said before leveling my tip to his hole.

I was thicker and much longer than the toy he was using earlier, but seeing his performance just now, I didn't worry.

I pushed my tip against his entrance; he was so tight I couldn't get in.

Near my feet were the bags he had with him. I figured there should be some kind of lube in there, seeing as he had a sex toy with him. And reaching inside, I was right.

I slathered on more lubrication, realizing I'd need it just to get in. I leveled my cock again, pressing the tip against his hole.

He moaned as I feel his tight hole stretch, trying to fit just my tip.

I grabbed hold of his hips; he was taking this cock, all of it! And with one good thrust, I rammed into him.

I watched as his back arched and tightly gripped the sheets, letting out a high-pitched guttural moan. Streams of white cum dripping from his small cock onto the bedsheets.

"All that from me just putting it in?" I watched as his body blush a dark red as it quivered. My cock was still not all the way in. "Well, I'm not done yet," I smirked, slowly sliding the rest of the long length into him.

He moaned again, digging his fingers into the mattress as his stomach bulged, taking all of me.

He whimpered and whined, his voice high and girly."You're so big~" He moaned.

I didn't want to show any mercy to the little masochistic slut. Grabbing his thick hips, I plowed into him over and over relentlessly.

The bed shook, slamming against the wall as he bore the wrath of my lustful cock.

I watched on as he bit the pillow, his small cock twitching and spitting drips cum with every thrust.

He clamped down around me like a vice. But I had to do as he wished and destroy this a$$.

The room filled with our moans, and I pounded him over and over again.

After a few minutes of plowing him from behind, I stopped to take a breather. His body had gone limp, his back arching all the way, his stomach touched the mattress even though his a$$ was still in the air.

I smiled, watching my work. But we weren't done yet. I flipped him over, my cock still entirely inside him, laying him on his back as I climbed on top.

I moved my hand, rubbing his cock and balls. They just kept leaking all over his stomach. His juices no longer even white, just clear as his balls were fully drained.

I could tell I had been hitting his sweet spot with every thrust by the addicted, absent look on his face. If I didn't break him before, I sure as hell did now.

I started up again, slamming into him. He took my cock like a pro, his stomach rising and falling as my cock poked it from the inside.

"God, you were born to be a f***ing cock slut!~" I moaned as I pumped another load into him.

Though I still wasn't done. I wanted to fill him with every drop I had left. I watched his stomach lightly swell as I poured gallon after gallon of my thick cum into him.

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Puck

I could barely open my eyes; everything was all hazy.

I was out of breath, and my breathing was ragged. I tried my best to survey my surroundings.

My skin was beaded with sweat as I laid in the hotel bed.

My lower back and legs feel sticky and gooey as I felt hot liquid ooze out of my sore hole.

I bit my lip, just enjoying the feeling for a moment of how my body tingled in all the right places, the yummy soreness deep inside me being the best part.

I finally opened my eyes and glanced around. Ms. Black was by the door, putting on the last articles of clothing, ready to leave.

"Oh, you're awake. You passed out at the end there for a bit." She said with a smile on her face.

I went to sit up, but all the energy in my body was gone. My elbow buckled, and I flopped back down.

"You probably shouldn't get up just yet; you took a serious beating. I went a little... overboard, sorry." She gave a nervous chuckle.

I tried to open my mouth to speak, but my throat was hoarse.

"You should rest up. I'll add a few extra hours to the room. So take as much time as you need. They'll bill me."

I weakly nodded, laying my head back down. From where I was lying, I could see my clothes had been neatly folded and placed on the edge of the bed. I could also hear that the faucet in the bathroom was running, the tub starting to fill up for a hot bath.

My eyes moved back to Ms. Black, now standing at the open door, ready to leave.

I wanted to stop her, to say something, but I couldn't. I wanted her to stay.

Before she left, she stopped and looked back at me for a longing moment.

"And..." She paused, "if you want to contact me, my cards on the table." She closed the door behind her, leaving me all alone.

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Beatrice

I sipped red wine and looked out over the city from my penthouse window. The sun was setting, and the view was beautiful.

But I couldn't help but feel somewhat empty. It was Friday once more. A week had passed since my encounter with the boy on the subway.

I hadn't heard from him since. I didn't know his name; I had no way to contact him. And at this point, I felt like giving up hope.