I drove into her from behind, each thrust a power statement. My hands were gripping her raven hair as I slammed into her with a force that made her moan my name. Her name was Chloe, and her massive tits bounced with every single fucking pound. Her ass was a masterpiece, round and tight, and I was claiming it.
In front of us, her boyfriend, Mark, watched. His hand worked his pathetic little cock, his eyes wide, glazed over as he watched me take what was his. The look on his face, the mix of shame and lust, was intoxicating.
"Fuck, James," Chloe gasped, her voice raw. "You feel so much better than he does."
I grinned, a cruel smirk spreading across my face. "Tell me again, baby. Tell me how much bigger I am."
"Yes..." She moaned. "I can't even compare him with you. You're... Oh, god..."
I sped up, the tempo becoming a frantic, powerful rhythm. "This is what a real man does, Mark," I said, my voice low and full of contempt. "This is how you own a woman."
His hand went faster, and with a pathetic gasp, a small splash of cum hit the floor. It was a joke, a dribble, nothing more.
"That's it?" I laughed. "That's how a boy cums. Watch how a real man does it."
I slammed into Chloe harder and harder, burying myself in her with every thrust until my own body was on fire. I couldn't hold back. I pulled out of her, my cock dripping, and started to stroke it myself, a slow, confident rhythm. I felt the climax build, an agonizing wave of pure fucking pleasure. I let go, a huge load of thick, hot cum exploding from me. It shot out and spattered across the back of Chloe's hair, a trophy of my conquest. She moaned, a low sound of pure satisfaction.
I exhaled a cloud of hot air and kept rubbing my cock, feeling the last of my cum ooze out.
"Clean that up," I ordered, gesturing with my chin to the cum on her hair. Mark's eyes shot up from his limp dick. "Go on. Get a towel. I want to fuck her again."
He scrambled to his feet, a dog eager to please. He went into the kitchen and came back with a towel, his hands shaking slightly as he began to gently clean the back of Chloe's neck and hair. The sight of him, a broken man dutifully cleaning up my mess, was the biggest fucking turn-on.
I pulled a smoke from my shirt pocket and lit it, watching the entire pathetic scene unfold. The smoke tasted sweet. I took a deep drag and watched as Mark, with a quiet desperation, finished his chore.
"That's enough," I said, my voice like a hammer. I pushed him away roughly, grabbing Chloe's hips and biting her ass slightly. She gasped, and I pushed my cock against her tight asshole. It wouldn't fit.
"Get the oil," I commanded Mark. He rushed to the nightstand, grabbed a bottle, and without a moment's hesitation, poured the slick liquid over my cock and her ass.
The oil made it slide right in. Mark sat on the edge of the bed, his knees drawn up, his own limp cock now twitching with a helpless desperation. He watched as I finally, slowly, buried myself to the hilt in Chloe's tight ass. She screamed, a sharp, piercing sound that was more of a jolt than a cry of pain, and a low, satisfied laugh rumbled in my chest. This was it. This was the moment I'd been working toward. The look of agony and envy on his face was a feast for my eyes.
"You like that, Mark?" I taunted, my voice a whisper of pure malice. "That's your girl, screaming for me. For my cock. You gonna do anything about it?"
His pathetic dick gave another twitch, a final, futile protest. The sight of it was pathetic, and Chloe, feeling his weakness, turned her head slightly. She spat right on his cheek, a slick glob of saliva landing with a disgusting wet sound.
"Look at you," she sneered, her voice full of loathing. "You're pathetic, Mark. All you can do is watch. You're watching your girlfriend's ass get destroyed, and all you can do is sit there and jack off. What kind of man are you?"
He didn't answer. He just sat there, his shoulders hunched, his eyes fixed on the sight of my hips pounding into his girl. The weight of my body felt perfect against hers, and the friction of her tight ass around my cock was a sensation so intense I thought I might burst.
I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I drove in and out, the rhythm becoming a relentless battering. I fucked her with a controlled violence, letting her know who was in charge. Each thrust was a possessive claim, a statement that she belonged to me, not him.
Her ass was tight, so fucking tight, and I felt the heat of her core surrounding me with every single thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, a pure, uncut high that went straight to my head.
I watched Mark's face as he sat there, trapped in his pathetic reality. His eyes were wide, and I could see the tears welling up in them as he watched me own his woman. The sick pleasure I got from seeing him so broken was better than any high. I was the man she wanted. I was the man she was moaning for. And he was just a spectator, a prop in the ultimate show of my dominance.
I pulled out, just enough to expose the slick, wet hole I had made. It was a perfect, gaping O, a dark tunnel waiting for me to enter again. I looked at it, satisfied with my work, then plunged back in, burying myself to the hilt once more. Chloe screamed again, her back arching, and I laughed. The sound was as sweet as her screams.
I continued to fuck her, my rhythm now a steady, powerful beat. She moaned, her body shaking under mine. The feel of her ass clenching and unclenching around my cock was hypnotic. I was lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the sound of our skin slapping together, her moans, and the sight of her pathetic boyfriend jerking himself off in front of us. It was a masterpiece of humiliation.
After what felt like an eternity of pure pleasure, I came to a halt. Mark let out a low groan, a sound of misery and helplessness. I pulled my cock out, the slick sound echoing in the silence.
"Get up," I ordered Chloe.
She stood slowly, her body still trembling, her ass dripping with oil and my cum. "Turn around. Put your hands on his shoulders."
Her eyes went wide for a moment, but she complied. She turned around and, without hesitation, placed her hands on Mark's shoulders. She arched her back, her ass in the air, a perfect target for me. Their faces were inches apart, their noses almost touching. He looked at her, and she looked back, her eyes filled with a cruel, mocking smile. This was the final humiliation.
I stood behind her, my cock hard and ready. I grabbed her hips, my hands squeezing her ass cheeks as I buried myself in her once more. This time, I could feel her entire body pressed against his as I fucked her. The rhythm was slow and deep, and I could hear her moans mixed with Mark's whimpering. Her face was right there, right in his, her eyes looking at him as I pounded into her, fucking her with a slow, powerful rhythm.
I hammered away inside her, her hands on Mark's shoulders, her face inches from his, and I wasn't holding back.
"Tell me how my cock feels inside you," I grunted, my voice a low, commanding growl. "Tell me, while you look at him. Tell him what a real man's cock feels like."
Chloe looked him dead in the eye, a cruel smile on her face. "It feels perfect, James," she said, a low purr in her voice. "It fills me up completely. You feel so much bigger than he does." She leaned forward and spat on his face.
He didn't even flinch. He just sat there, and with a slow, trembling hand, he reached up, wiped the spit from his cheek, and put his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers clean.
My hips were moving like a piston, a rhythm of pure, dominating power. "Look at him," I said, a disgusted chuckle rumbling in my chest. "He's so fucking broken he'll take your spit and swallow it."
Chloe's smile widened into a full-blown grin. "He loves it, James. He loves watching me get fucked by a real man. He's a good dog."
I grabbed her by the legs and lifted her up, holding her in the air as I stood, taking her into me deeper. My hips were at eye level with Mark, and he could see everything. He could see my cock sliding in and out of her stretched asshole, the dark, slick hole of her ass gaping open with every thrust. I was a few feet from him, and he had a front-row seat to his own humiliation.
"Look, Mark," I sneered, each word punctuated by a hard thrust. "Look at how your girl loves this. Look at how my cock looks inside her. She says it's better than you. Is it, Chloe? Is my cock better than his?"
"So much better," she said, her voice full of a sweet, vicious malice. "Your cock is everything he isn't. You take what you want. He just sits there and watches."
I was close. I could feel the burn in my balls, the need to erupt. My thrusts became faster, a frenzy of pure lust. Chloe's hips began to twitch, her body convulsing in my grip. I kept fucking her, faster and faster, a look of pure pleasure on her face. Then, with a gasp and a moan that filled the room, she came, a powerful stream of cum squirting from her, hitting Mark's face and chest. He just sat there, eyes closed as the warm liquid covered him. She laughed, a high, cruel sound of triumph.
I kept going, pumping into her, feeling the last of her orgasm ripple around my cock.
"OH, FUCK. I'M… I'M…'
Then I let go.
A wave of pure, hot cum burst from me, filling her to the brim. I kept grinding, trying to get every last drop out of my balls, even after I had emptied myself.
"I'm not done with you yet, little boy," Chloe said, her voice dripping with disgust. She looked down at Mark, and her eyes narrowed. She didn't even say a word, just let her body go limp, and with a hiss, began to urinate. The warm liquid streamed down from her body, splashing onto Mark's face, her chest, and his hands.
Mark's entire body tensed. He let out a low, miserable groan, a sound of pure, helpless degradation. He didn't move, just sat there as she pissed all over him. He was a broken man, a fucking shell.
"Look at him," I scoffed, holding her in the air as she finished. "He just takes it. That's all he's good for. Taking a beating. Taking my cum. Taking your piss."
I laid her gently on the bed, her body still trembling from the climax. I threw myself on the bed as well, I was fucking exhausted. She sighed, her head falling onto my arm as she nestled close. I reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and lit one, taking a deep drag. A moment later, she did the same.
"You better clean up, little bitch," she said, her voice soft but cold. "The floor's a mess. And I don't want to get my feet sticky."
Mark didn't hesitate. He kneeled down, bowed his head and began to lick the floor, his tongue lapping up the disgusting mixture of my cum and her piss. His quiet sobs were a faint background noise as he cleaned every last drop.
"Look at him," Chloe said, exhaling a plume of smoke. "He's like a pathetic little animal. A dog. My dog."
"He's less than a dog," I corrected, a smirk playing on my lips. I took a drag from my cigarette and watched him. He was so thorough, so meticulous in his humiliation. "When you're done, get me a beer, boy," I ordered, my voice a quiet command.
He didn't even look up, just nodded his head once and kept licking. His obedience was almost beautiful in its simplicity. Chloe draped her leg over my cock, a slight pressure there, and began to slowly move it up and down. She kissed my neck, her lips trailing down to my chest.
"You're not done with me yet, are you, baby?" she whispered.
"Not even close," I said, my fingers finding her slick clit. I began to tease it, a slow, gentle pressure that made her moan. "You're all mine now. All of you. Your body, your mouth, your soul. And him."
She giggled, a puff of smoke hitting my face. She laughed at him, and I laughed with her. We watched Mark rise, his face still streaked with filth, and head for the kitchen.