Ladies of the Knight 2

“You have nice tits,” Bruce said. His voice would’ve been a purr, only it was so deep, husking out of him less like a cat and more like a panther. “Especially for such a young woman. So young, and yet your breasts are all ready to be sucked and kissed and bit…”

He dropped his head down to her chest, his hot mouth sucking at her sensitive nipples. Shivers ran all through Carrie, getting hotter and hotter, until the heat was everywhere. She grabbed the back of Bruce’s head and held him right where he was.

“Suck me!” she moaned. “Shit, you don’t know how good that feels! Suck my tit! I never want it to stop, never!”

Bruce opened his mouth wide and Carrie felt more of her flesh meet the pleasure of being suckled by him. His broad tongue rubbed at her taut nipple, circling it and sparking against it until Carrie couldn’t believe her entire tit hadn’t burst into flame.

“Oh yes! You’re making it feel so good! You know just what to do to me!”

He bit at her nipple, then sucked at it as the nubbin flared in pain. He kept suckling at her tingling flesh until Carrie didn’t know how he was keeping the pressure up. No one else had ever sucked on her this hard, like he was milking her. It made her whole body throb like she thought only her cunt could do.

“Fuck, fuck, it feels incredible!” she gasped. “So good! You really know how to please a girl!”

“Don’t say that until I’ve started pleasing you,” Bruce growled, his hands moving down her slender back and under her curvy ass. His grip was firm and strong. She couldn’t resist when his commanding fingers dug into her buttocks. He picked her up so that she was pulled against him, feeling the thick bulge at his crotch.

“Mmmm, that feels good too,” she moaned.

“What feels good?” Bruce teased her.

“You know what.” Carrie smiled, revealing gleaming white teeth beneath her plump lips. “Your cock feels good. Your big fat cock feels good rubbing against my skin.”

“It’s going to feel better rubbing against the back of your pussy.”

His hands explored her supple ass, his roughly callused grip going down the backs of her firm thighs and back up to caress her buttocks—curvaceous, yet trim enough to fit into his big hands. He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, tugging at the skin between her buttocks, which tingled sweetly. Her cunt was on fire, her juices soaking her flimsy panties.

“Kiss me!” Carrie gasped. “Gotta kiss me if you want to play with my ass!”

“Oh?” Bruce asked, brushing his lips against hers. “I thought you were such a slutty little whore that you’d let me do anything I want to your ass, just as long as I didn’t leave it empty. As long as I fucked it.”

“Ohh…” Carrie moaned and he kissed her, driving his tongue deep into her mouth. 

She rubbed her tongue against his, felt his erection pulse between their bodies. His hands took hold of her ass again, thumbs on her hips, fingers all the way between her buttocks. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh of her ass until she felt like she would scream.

Bruce went back down to her aching breasts. He mouthed the tip of one breast, his tongue laving back and forth across her engorged nipple, then he left it alone to drive his teeth into the roundness of her tit.

“God!” Carrie sighed breathlessly. “God, you’re driving me crazy!”

He yanked her panties down her legs, then opened her thighs with his hands. Carrie could barely believe the view she was giving him of her spread pussy. Bruce scrutinized it like a work of art.

“Beautiful,” he said. “Absolutely gorgeous. I can see it waiting for my cock…”

Leaning over her as she sprawled on the couch, he put his hand between her legs and with that hold, jammed her against the cushions. His fingers stroked her labia. Carrie felt herself clench like a fist, a hunk of red-hot metal at her core that was growing hotter with every second. Her ass moved in a slow circle, dancing to the rubbing of his fingers as if he were puppeteering her.

“Put it in me!” she panted. “Give me your cock! I’m so hot! Do something, baby! God, fuck me!”

Her legs were open as far as they could go, letting his fingers slide as far as they wanted to into her cunt. He worked them in and out of her until Carrie was writhing in pleasure. His fingers dripped with her wetness when they came out of her.

“Oh shit, yes!” she cried. “Finger me! Finger my little pussy! You’re making me go wild!”

Another of Bruce’s fingers entered her, Carrie’s eyes rolling back in her head as she felt his three joined fingers fucking her like a cock. His other hand reached around her, groping her ass, and she felt like she was being fucked in both holes like a porno slut. Her eyes opening wide, Carrie came on his fingers.

“Ahhh!” Carrie gasped over and over again, her entire body electrified by the throbbing pulses that coursed through her hot pussy, surrounding his ravaging fingers. “I’m coming! I’m coming, Bruce! You’re fucking me with your fingers! You’re making me squirt! Oh God! God! God!”

He took his hand away, moving it to her gasping mouth instead, smearing her own juices over her open lips. Carrie could taste herself, smell herself, feel the same heat that was animating her cunt now covering her face. Bruce had proved it—he owned her. He could make her come practically whenever he liked. She was his, unless she wanted the pleasure to stop. And she couldn’t bear that.

“Turn around,” he hissed at her. “Bend over.”

More of her lust gushed from Carrie’s sex as she positioned herself over the arm of the couch, bent over it so her ass was on display. She wanted Bruce to have a straight shot right into her seething pussy. She burned inside and she knew only Bruce’s long, girthy cock could put out those flames.

That wasn’t what happened, though.

Carrie let out a whimper as she heard Bruce’s leather belt wisp out of the loops of his trouser.

“You just came without my permission,” Bruce said, and the belt sang through the air.

Carrie bit her lip and a streak of fire flashed through her buttocks, penetrating into her, tearing through her sensitive flesh. Despite her clenched teeth, she cried out in pain.

“You are not to come without begging for it first,” Bruce said coldly. 

He gave her another lash. The belt crossed her last welt, cutting deep, making Carrie let out a shrill cry that echoed off the walls. She could only imagine Bruce had the room soundproofed. She couldn’t believe such a controlling man wouldn’t have accounted for every possibility. 

“I’m sorry, Bruce! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Make it up to me,” Bruce said, starting the job of undressing that had begun with him taking off his belt. Despite herself, Carrie looked at his naked body emerging from his clothes. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of his chiseled flesh. “You’re a hot one, but you lack discipline. You’ll need a lot of training if you’re going to cut it at Wayne Enterprises. I think I’ll take a personal hand in showing you the ropes. With my help, you’ll work out just fine.”

He was naked. Carrie immediately liked his hulking, muscular body. He had almost enough hair on his arms and chest to be a caveman. But it was his beautifully swollen cock that really got her attention.

“Ever sucked a man off?” he asked her, aware both of her enthralled gaze and how she rubbed her stung ass ruefully.

“Not as big as you,” she answered with thoughtless honestly.

Bruce chuckled. “Then let’s see how you are as a cocksucker. Personally, I think you’d look really nice swallowing a load of cum.”

Carrie nodded frantically. She had been thinking about sucking cock non-stop since feeling Bruce’s manhood throb against her, wondering what it would really be like to have him in her mouth, spurting his cum down her throat. The thought filled her with both apprehension and lust.

She slid her hands up his thick thighs, wrapping them around the swollen length of his member. He put his hands on her head, ushering her down so she was bent to his prick. Instinctively, she licked at the engorged knob.

“That’s right, Carrie,” Bruce husked. “You know what to do. That sweet little mouth was meant to suck.”

She sucked the heady flavor of his prick and trembled as it hit her taste buds. Salty precum anointed her lips; she lifted her head off him to quickly lick it away. Then Bruce pushed her back down onto his erection. She opened her lips to surround his cockhead, sucking away more of the strong taste that crackled on her tongue.

“Good, Carrie, very good,” Bruce groaned. “That’s it—I want you to lick and suck every inch of my cock. Get a real good feel for it; you’re going to have it in your mouth a lot from now on.”

And that was just what Carrie wanted. Ever since watching that Helena woman on the tape, she couldn’t stop thinking about his cock. The reality was far better: his throbbing erection shaking her jawbone, the taste of his precum promising her a sumptuous feast when she made him burst. And having Bruce’s hands on her head, making it clear he was in control, aroused Carrie much more than she cared to admit.

He pushed her further down his member, putting himself halfway into her mouth. She teased his knob with her tongue, finding the slit on the tip and raking her tongue against it. His body tensed. Her eyes widened in fear as she worried that he would force his way into her throat and bury his cock all the way in her belly!

“Suck it all, girl,” Bruce heaved out. “Suck every inch of my cock. The more you get between your lips, the more I’ll give you in your cunt.” He petted her short red hair. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? This big, hard cock fucking your pussy? Making you come? You’ll have to earn it, Carrie. You’ll have to prove you’re a big enough slut to take all of it.”

She lifted her head up against Bruce’s hands; he made them slack, letting her pull herself up off his cock. But any disappointment he might’ve felt at her stop was mollified as she moved to lubricate his massive erection. 

Carrie ducked her head down and tongued the veiny underside of his cock. Running her tongue over his balls and up the length of his shaft. Lavishing her tongue all over his cockhead while her hands ran over his staff, rubbing her saliva into it. Soon, all of it was glistening with her saliva.

“You love it, don’t you?” Bruce’s hands collared her head, one palm brusquely chopping at her cheek. Not hurting Carrie as much as a slap, but reminding her of his power over her. It washed over her awareness like the casual pain trickled into her senses. “You’re not just giving me a blowjob. You love my cock. You love being the kind of whore that has it in her mouth, down her throat, coming hard into her belly so you can carry the memory of it around with you, warming you for hours. Suck it, cock slut. Get my cum. Beg for it with your throat.”

She moved her hands to his balls, massaging them with both hands while she licked all around his swollen cockhead. Carrie didn’t stop until she heard him moan with pleasure. Then she opened her lips wide and took his knob into her mouth. 

For a moment, she just let herself feel how he throbbed into her mouth. Then, her lips closed around his shaft, she pulled her head back, dragging her mouth off his erection. Bruce grunted and closed his hands around her head, holding her tightly at the tip of his member. Clearly, playtime was at an end. It was time for her to suck.

“Swallow it all, my little whore. Take every fucking inch in your mouth and down your throat. Don’t stop until I come.”

Carrie opened her mouth wide enough to pain her jaw and pushed herself down his shaft. His stiff cock ran over her tongue and into the back of her throat. Carrie couldn’t believe she’d gotten it so deep. It was a bit uncomfortable, having so much of him in her mouth, but Bruce’s hands were rigid on her head. She wouldn’t be backing up one inch.

“That’s it. Show me what a slut you are,” Bruce moaned. “I love it. That hot fucking mouth belongs on my prick.”

Now he showed her what her throat could take, pulling her head down as he thrust with his hips, cramming his manhood into her gullet. Carrie gagged and sputtered, unused to being impaled—totally used for another’s pleasure—and Bruce let out a satisfied exhale. 

He hadn’t come yet, but Carrie’s submission was almost satiation enough. Looking down at the beautiful sight of her face wrapped around his cock, the pressure in his balls mounted. He wrapped up her close-cropped hair with one hand and with the other, he stroked the portion of his long cock that Carrie couldn’t yet manage to throat. 

She sucked, lips pressing tightly to his shaft, while his precum spilled out of him with every pump of his hand. Bruce could see it, mixed with her saliva, running out of the corners of her mouth.

“You’re a whore, Carrie. My dirty little slut. You live to suck cock. Yes, that’s good. That’s real fucking good. Be my cum dumpster. Get off on it. You love my cock in your throat.”

With her silken hair between his fingers, he moved her as he wanted on his cock. Bringing her burning mouth closer and closer to his heavily laden balls. As inexperienced as she was, it’d been a long time since he’d felt anyone sucking him so ardently. Carrie was exactly what he called her: a cock slut. Soon, he’d see how much she liked his cum.

“Good girl. Good,” he said. “You’re learning well. Learning how to blow me. Learning how to swallow all of my cock. Yeah, your throat feels good around my prick!”

The muscles of his forearm clenched as he moved her head faster, so fast that her teeth scraped against his burgeoning erection. Her hands stayed on his scrotum, feeling as if in disbelief how his cum roiled in his balls. His cock throbbed in her mouth, its pounding slapping against the insides of her cheeks.

“Yes, Carrie, that’s what I want. Fuck, it’s like you need my cum. Like you’ll die without it!”

She took her hands off his balls and groped for his cock so passionately that Bruce let go of it, settling his free hand on the side of her throat instead while she wrapped her fingers tightly around the base of his prick. Carrie squeezed and rubbed, pleasing the length of his cock that she wasn’t experienced enough to take yet. Still, she gagged on what his muscular arm was forcing her down on, spittle running off her lower lip each time he worked her back. 

“Shit, you’re going to get your cum now, Carrie. I’m almost there. Almost coming in your slutty mouth.”

Carrie no longer had to do anything, nor could she. Exhausted and overwhelmed, she was just a slack mouth that Bruce used, ramming her up and down on his hardness, pumping himself into her mouth. Lightheaded to the point of exhaustion, she let go of his cock—her hands fell limply at her sides. She could only gurgle as his cock went deep down her throat. He made her feel every throbbing inch of it and Carrie loved it, even though she knew she couldn’t take it.

“Are you ready for my cum, bitch?” he demanded. “Are you fucking ready to be a cum dumpster? You’d better be ready. Here it comes, my little slut. Here it fucking comes!”

She felt him growing bigger, throbbing harder, and then her throat was full of cum, flowing everything inside her. She had to swallow again and again, her entire mouth filling up no matter how much she gulped down. She couldn’t swallow fast enough. It ran out of her mouth, around the swollen fullness of his cock.

“Take it all, slut,” Bruce muttered. “Yes, feels good coming in that whore mouth of yours. Just keep swallowing. I want to look at your tight little body and know it’s full of my cum.”

He eased his grip on her, letting Carrie move her head, and she found herself acting as whorishly as he’d predicted. She pulled her head back, then plunged her mouth back down his cock, eager for more of his cum. Instead of shame, pride filled her young body. She had done it. She had made him come. And she loved having his seed running down her throat to fill her belly.

“Oh Carrie,” Bruce moaned, stroking her hair. “Good girl, Carrie. You’re a good slut. You don’t know how wonderful it felt, coming in that dirty little mouth. I think I’ll keep you around, just so I can see that mouth and know it’s built for my cock.”

“Are you going to do something for me?” Carrie goaded him. With the overpowering awareness of Bruce’s lust fading from her mind, she could now feel how turned on she was. Her pussy was clenched far harder than before she’d come on his fingers. He could belt her all he wanted, she just needed Bruce to make her come.

“I’m giving you the position,” Bruce said, ruffling her hair. “But you’re going to have to wait a few minutes before I give you anything else. You did too good a job. All that hardness went right your throat.”

Carrie could see that as impressive as Bruce’s cock was, it wasn’t hard anymore, its length hanging limply between his thighs. It didn’t seem fair. Blowing him had been what turned her on so much. He couldn’t possibly have needed it as bad as she needed it now.

The intercom buzzed. Heedless of her, Bruce went to press the button on his desk. “Barbara, your timing’s impeccable. I just finished.”

“Turn on the news, Channel 11. You’re going to want to see this.”