Mandemic: Kathy Saunders

"Strip, bitch," he commanded. Quickly, Sarah shed her dress and tossed it aside. Through watery eyes, I could see that she decided to go without panties and her pussy was glistening with her juices. She was as hot as I was.

She began to roll the thigh-highs down when he pressed his foot down on my throat. "Those stay on. You're a goddamn slut and you're going to look the part."

"As for you..." he grabbed my hair and pulled me up roughly. This wasn't playful, this wasn't a man who took a "safe word" for a second. I was in serious shit...and I loved it.

"Ow, fuck!" I squealed as his grip tightened.

He slapped me again, but held me up by the hair. "You speak when I say so. You blink when I tell you to, your entire body is mine. You won't get to fuck around like that ever again. You're just some dumb cunt who is designed, from birth, to be my personal whore."

To make his point even stronger, he slapped me, very hard, right across my breasts. The sensation was shocking, but I had no time to think about it as he threw me, by the hair, onto the floor. I still hadn't quite caught my breath from the vicious kick he laid on me, but he gave me no time to think.

He pulled off the tie and stuffed it in my mouth. Robert's hands flew across his shirt and then his pants, leaving him nearly naked. His body wasn't spectacular at all. The average physique matched the rest of his appearance. Even the bulge in his boxers wasn't that impressive. It was still glorious, but couldn't be more than six or seven inches.

And my eyes were locked on it. My mouth watered in anticipation and I felt my own juice began to slide down my stockinged thigh...and he hadn't even touched me in a sexual way.

"Pull them down," he said in a voice that was quiet but still had some thunder to it. "Let your lesbian fuck-toy see the cock she can't have."

Holy shit this guy was unreal. He was going to make both of us suffer. Me physically, her mentally. I crawled towards him, got up on my knees, and (with shaking hands) pulled down those boxers. What waited for me was entirely unimpressive, but the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. I reached up for it, but he slapped my face again.

"Goddamn slut, you are eager, but stupid."

Yes, I was stupid. He was brilliant, beyond brilliant, a goddamn genius while I was a goddamn slut. My whole body quivered as a heavy silence settled in. I was visibly shaking, my breasts aching for his touch, his caress, his slap, anything, just TOUCH ME!

"NOW you can stroke me, but she has to watch," he growled.

Even before the Mandemic, it had been a while since I actually stroked a cock. I switched to the ladies for a while, but it all came back to me. This wasn't just a cock, it was HIS cock, a magnificent cock and he was allowing me the honor of touching it?

Sarah's eyes grew wide as one of my hands wrapped around it. It was so warm, so firm. My hand moved back and forth and with each stroke he grew harder. My other hand cradled his balls, giving them a soft squeeze. His eyes were locked on Sarah the entire time, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Your lesbian lover seems to prefer meat in her diet," he chuckled.

With a sudden movement, he grabbed me by the hair, causing me to cry out in shock and pain. That opening of my mouth was all he needed. A quick thrust of his hips and I was penetrated. His cock shoved down my throat, almost making me gag.

And then...he just held it there.

Most blowjobs that I've done were a rapid back and forth, but there I was, on the brink of gagging, and he just held firm. After a moment or two, I began to struggle, but he held me in such a strong grip I could hardly move. My nose was pressed into his skin, his balls resting on my chin, his scent was everywhere. My hands slapped the carpet, I struggled wildly as breathing through my nose wasn't getting the job done.

I nearly passed out...which is exactly when he released me.

I fell to the floor, coughing and sucking in air by the lungful, but my mind was locked on getting that cock back in my mouth as quickly as possible. I needed that taste, that forcefulness, that sheer domination. I needed The Beast.

Robert's hands moved quickly, taking hold of my arms and shoving my head to the floor. My ass was straight up in the air and I felt a few drops of my pussy juice hit the carpet. I was wetter than a water park and nearly had an orgasm as he ripped, literally ripped, my thong from my body.

"I will admit, you have a pretty pussy," his cock twitched for a moment and I thought for sure I would finally feel it shoved into me once again. Instead, Robert seemed to read my inner-thoughts again and he smacked my ass with the force of a bulldozer.

I couldn't help myself, I cried out. Sarah looked concerned, aroused, horny, scared, and desperate all at the same time. Her hands gripped the sides of the chair, not daring to move.

"Too bad you don't have much of an ass," he sighed and I was instantly ashamed. He was disappointed in me? Shit! How could I improve my ass to be more appealing in the next five minutes?

Another slap on my ass, then another. My face became buried in the carpet, but the next slap made my whole body jump. He forcefully spread my legs apart and slapped me right in the clit.

It was a dead center slap and before I had a chance to scream, he shoved three gorgeous fingers knuckle-deep into my pussy.

I came instantly.

The sensations were just too much. I let out a primal groan as my pussy shook and clenched around his digits. He began slamming them deep into me and each thrust from his hand was met with an audible "squelch" as my pussy coated his fingers.

"You're wet enough, but not nearly loud enough," he said. "Let's change that."

He pulled my arms behind me, forcing me up on my knees and looking directly at Sarah Greene. As Robert maneuvered behind me, he whispered into my ear.

"No bitch like you should be quiet. You will not moan, you will scream. You will not talk dirty, but instead you will shout things that would make a street-walking whore blush in shame. In this house, you are my slut and my sluts are NEVER quiet. Now...do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

My mind froze. The very thought of him blessing me with sex was unreal. I turned back to him and whispered "God yes, please fuck me."

In another fast movement he shoved me face down into the carpet. I collapsed off my knees and he unrolled my stockings. I was sad for a moment because Elizabeth had said that those were his favo...

He ended the moment by wrapping the patterned $500 stockings around my throat and jerked me up back to my knees again. Robert tugged on the ends tightly and my breath left my body. I grabbed at the nylon now choking my neck, but he smacked that hand away.

"You!" he pointed a finger at Sarah. "The rules say you don't get to get in on this, but if you're going to sit there like a fucking statue, you might as add some excitement. I hereby grant you permission to fuck yourself. If I don't think you're going 100% at your cunt, I'll take it out on her!"

"Un-fucking-believable", he growled, focusing his attention back on me as his grip tightened ever more. "What did I just say to you? What did I JUST SAY?"

My vision became blurry, but my pussy became even wetter than before. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt the pulse in my clit throb in time. "Don't..." I gagged.

"If you pass out, I'll still fuck you," he said and my eyes began to roll back into my head.

To this day, I don't know how I summoned the energy, but something inside me snapped and I roared as I never had before: "Don't...be...QUIET...!"

The thigh-highs dropped from my throat and his cock slammed into my pussy at the exact same time. His hands wrapped around my forearms, pinning them behind my back. The explosion from within me from getting my breath back, being fucked by a sex god like Robert, and having my fantasy fulfilled gave me the single greatest orgasm of my life.

I screamed.

Robert's pace was furious and I was completely helpless. Every thrust within me caused my pussy to gush more and more. The smell of sex was intoxicating and Sarah was ravaging her own body with speed I had never seen before. She had flung her short legs over each arm of the chair, her pussy splayed out before me, fingers pumping in and out until her own moans began to fill the room. She took another hand and pinched her nipples, twisting them around.

"Look at her!" Robert commanded. "Tell her you love this cock!"

My eyes locked on my lesbian lover, whose pussy I devoured and whose face I had grinded my own cunt into time and time again.

"I love this cock! I need this cock! I want this cock!" I shouted at her, which only drove her even crazier. I felt a few drops of her pussy juice splatter onto my heaving tits as she squirted out an orgasm.

I felt like he would dislocate both arms, but I didn't care. All I wanted was him. He could break my arms and who cares as long as his cock keeps destroying my pussy. There was now a puddle beneath me, my cum congealing and mixing with my sweat.

He released my arms and I fell forward, but he didn't miss a beat. I began to cry from sheer joy as a flood of emotions washed over me. It felt like one long, steady, orgasm for me that didn't end. The pain from where he had kicked me had mingled with the choking, the slapping, the absolute beat down I had experienced...and fantasized about for so long. I continued moaning so loudly as to please him and let out the repressed sexuality.

"Cum!" I demanded. "Please Robert give me your cum! Oh FUCK I NEED IT!"

"Beg for it you Hollywood whore or I'll cum on the carpet and waste it all!" his voice thundered over my screams and Sarah's moans of ecstasy.

Tears began streaming down my cheeks as juice streamed down my naked thighs. "I was wrong tonight!" I shouted. "I fuck people over every day, but this is what I deserve! Please Robert, please please for the love of God I don't want your cum, I fucking NEED it! I'll die without it! Please fuck your cum into me!"

That was what he was waiting for.

With one more savage thrust, his cock released just as it was buried balls-deep into me. He groaned loudly as rope after rope of the most beautiful thing I have ever felt penetrated through my body, my mind, and my soul.

Another primal scream erupted from my lips before I lost consciousness. The last words I heard were from his incredible lips.

"This is just our first night..."