Weird Scenes Inside the Bimbo Room – Volume II

I paced restlessly through the room, my sexual appetite driving me crazy. I’d had a girl here last night, but she saw something in my eyes that had scared her, and she’d bolted like a rabbit chased by a hound.  Little Krissie. Or Krista. Maybe Michelle. Whatever. She’d left before I had a chance to sate my hunger, and it was definitely going full steam now. I would have to teach her some proper sex etiquette today if she had the courage to return today. The first lesson: never leave your partner unfulfilled. From the way I was throbbing down there, I was definitely unfulfilled.

I glanced around the room, more out of habit than anything else. I knew everything in this room like a lion knows his den. For years this room has been my second home, my refuge in sexual need. And a big boy has big needs.

I threw a log on the fire. I knew we wouldn’t need the heat from the blaze to keep us warm, but the dancing flames might help to keep her calm. Or at least just keep her here, period. The girl is skittish like a colt. And like a colt, she needed to be broken. And, after last night, I was in the mood to do the breaking.

I opened the top drawer of the dresser and looked inside. Bulk-sized boxes of condoms, jumbo size. Check. Lubes and lotions. Check. Three more drawers full of necessities? Check. And I’m good to go.

I briefly considered filling up the hot tub in the other room but decided the hell with it. In my state of anxiety, we’d never make it that far anyway. And if I decided to wait until after I was done, the water would be cold. It seems several hours is enough for any water to cool down.

At last, I heard them coming down the hall. At least, I heard her coming down the hall. Derek had been a good student. You never heard him until it was too late, and his muzzle was locked around your neck, his growl the last thing you’d ever hear in your life. The sound of a free trip to hell.

I heard Derek knock on the door. The two soft wraps announced he awaited me to acknowledge his presence. It was almost like a code between two people who could read each other well.

Knock Knock. I am here; what is your wish?

Ah, dinner is served. At last.

Sire, please take what I offer you.

Of course. Perhaps I could leave you the spoils!

Enough games. “Enter!” I roared, setting the tone from the get-go. With that one command, I told her that tonight there would be no running, no matter what my eyes told her.

The door practically flew open. As heavy as it was, it flew inward and stopped only when it slammed against the wall. Derek looked aghast at his lack of control over the door and gave a respectful bow of his head in acknowledgment. Good boy.

“My Liege!” he all but barked, his pride stung. “Your company for the evening is here. Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?”

“No, Derek. You’ve done well.” I couldn’t overdo it; while he needed encouragement for his fubar, laying it on like honey on cornbread would be too much. Best just to let him go.

“You may go.”

Derek moved away from the door, gesturing for the girl to enter the room. He was always polite. That’s why he had the position he did. The others couldn’t figure it out. But then, they didn’t need to.

The girl came in. Girl, hell. The woman came in. She was beautiful. Not exotic like most of the ones I took to bed; beautiful. She wore a skin-tight outfit again tonight, in deep red. The contrast between her true blonde hair and pale skin against the dress was delightful. The low-cut scoop of the dress just let the slope of her breasts peek out, and the eyeful of cleavage made my manhood throb in anticipation. It was more than obvious that the dress was the only thing, her flesh and mine. She’d lost the stilettos for the night – no loss to me. I wasn’t into sex with shoes. It also showed the enamel painted on her nails off to perfection; deep red, just like the dress. I wondered if it meant something.

“Krissie,” I said. She only stared at me blankly. Hmm, recollection problem?

“Krista?” Again nothing. Dammit – I should pay more attention to introductions, but when pussy calls, I get distracted!

“Christine,” she said with a slight smirk. “Same as last night.”

“Oh, good.” I felt like an imbecile. “I was worried your sister came in your place. You ran out of here so fast last night that I couldn’t catch your name.” Oh, shit – that was lame! Even though she stared at me like she had grown an extra head, she spared me a barb.

I reached over to her and took her hand in mine. Since we’d taken care of the niceties yesterday, I could move in for the kill. I pulled her against me and pressed my lips against hers. I was in full heat, and I was grateful that as I moved my tongue against her lips, she opened them up. As my tongue plunged and retracted, hers followed mine with eerie precision. Our tongues flowed in and out of each other’s mouths and twisted around the others as though they were joined.

Still standing, I moved out of her embrace and grabbed the hem of her dress. I pulled the fabric up and over her head with a well-practiced air. I threw it on the overstuffed couch and took another step back, and took in her nakedness.

Everything I had felt for Christine last night was amplified tonight. She had the body of a goddess, and like a goddess, I knew she had to be adored. Adoration I could do. And then some.

Once again, I pulled her to me, kissing her lips, then down her exposed neck and shoulders. I reached for her breasts, cupping them in my hands. Her breasts were huge but as firm as melons for their size. I squeezed and caressed them, making them mine. I bent over enough to take the nipple of one breast into my mouth, savoring the texture of it. The little nub perked up as I took it gently between my teeth, biting it ever so gently. I moved over to her other breast and moved my hand to lay a circle of kisses around it, sucking little marks into the pale skin. Cupping it again in my hand, I squeezed the breast into a flesh cone to take the nipple into my mouth and suck it into submission. I figured from how she began to moan that it must be working.

Standing back upright, I moved her over to the bed. The size of it always surprised my guests, but I needed a lot of space in cat form. Not that I planned anything that kinky for Christine. Sometimes in the heat of passion, accidents happen. ROAR!

When we reached the bed, I lifted her up and laid her on her back. Even in this position, her breasts withstood gravity, her nipples pointing proudly at the bed canopy. My cock throbbed at the site of it, and suddenly I felt as if my manhood were trapped in a foreign land. I grabbed the sweats and yanked them off. Another pair down the tubes. Tough titty! I was on the hunt, and the prey was waiting!

“Wait here!” I commanded. I glared at her through half-lidded eyes so she couldn’t see the gold overtaking the gray. No way we were having a reenactment of last night. Tonight my cock would revel in its conquest of the forbidden fruit. I would die my small death in the heat of her sex.

I walked away from her and over to the dresser. In the third drawer down was exactly what I was looking for. Leather cuffs and leather straps. Just what the doctor ordered! I pulled the equipment from the drawer and spun quickly to catch her reaction.

If she was worried, she hid it well. And the twinkle in her eyes suggested she was no stranger to bondage. Things were definitely looking up for me. I would be giddy with lust if I weren’t the Beast Lord! Oh, fuck it! Who am I trying to kid; I was giddy with lust!

Once back at the bed, I hooked the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, making sure that she was secure without being hurt. I strapped the thin leather ribbons to the cuffs and secured the other ends to the bed pillars. The bed canopy was a waste, but it gave an excuse for having the pillars present. I made sure that when the straps were secured, she was spread open like a sacrifice for an angry god. Her arms were stretched away from her body at forty-five-degree angles, keeping her upper body exposed and at my will. Her legs were open in a wide “V,” guaranteeing I had plenty of room to maneuver between them, giving me full access to her wet, warm pussy. I grabbed a huge pillow and, lifting her head up off the mattress, placed it beneath her head. I wanted to make sure she caught all the action.

I stepped back and admired my handiwork. Everything looked good. Especially Christine.

“Leather cuffs and leather straps – it’s a good look on you!” I was practically drooling at the thought of what was coming. “Of course, it doesn’t look as good on you as I will.” Oh my God – where do I come up with these lame lines? Just kill me now!

With a light spring, I pounced onto the bed, landing in a couch just between her legs, below the knees. I dropped into a kneeling position, facing her. I deliberately stared into her eyes, letting the cat peek out. Look what daddy has for you, baby!

I leaned forward, cupping her breasts in my hand again, and, leaning my head down to her chest, began sucking on those sweet pink peaks. I switched from one nipple to the other when the one I was working on was stiff and long, sucking them like a newborn child trying to get milk out of a stone. It was surprisingly fulfilling, and the intensity of the action made my cock ache even more. With an effort, I broke free of her breasts and slowly kissed my way down to the sweetness of her sex.

“Here, Kitty Kitty!” I growled into the smoothness of her womanhood. There is just something about a shaved kitty that makes my blood boil. And her kitty was positively shaved. Smooth. It sure looked yummy, but I had to know for sure; time for a taste test then!

I worked my way around her pussy lips, kissing and licking as the mood took me. She was writhing in anticipation of the next kiss, the next long lap of her sweet sex. I finally moved in on her clit, spreading her lips apart with my fingers to ensure I had full access. I sucked the little nub into my mouth and rotated between gentle rollings of my tongue and lips to full-bore biting. She bucked against her restraints as I worked her sex, and, screaming a howl into the room, she shook the bed with her orgasm. Liquid fairly squirted from her pussy in a stream, drenching not only me but the bed as well. Christine howled again and again until the last trace of orgasm had fled. Damn – another set of sheets shot to hell! I’d never get the stains out of them.

I got back up to my knees and grabbed my cock in my hand. I don’t know if the old adage comparing hands to organs is true, but I was huge. I carried a good fourteen inches in length and could barely wrap my hand around myself. My hands are huge, too. I truly hoped I didn’t break her while pushing my cock into her sweet cock sleeve. I had to remember that slow and steady won the race. If I were to try to push it in all in one thrust, the evening would be over.

I looked at Christine as I stoked myself, ensuring I was at my full potential. How this girl made me feel, I wanted to ensure she was well cared for.

I moved closer to the “V” of her legs and, with a solid “thunk,” brought the head of my cock down onto her clit. Her eyes went glassy, and the sound of skin meeting skin bounced around the room. I brought the head down on her clit, again and again, the sound of her growing emotions drowned out by the slapping of her skin.

I knew the time was ripe when she raised her hips off the bed and thrust them at me as best as she could through her restraints. I grabbed a condom pack off the little table next to the bed and, with hands trembling with desire, ripped the package open. I worked the rubber down over my cock, careful it didn’t rip. Even the jumbo-sized condoms were a tight fit.

I moved in closer to her and placed the tip of my cock on the wetness between her legs. As she arched her hips again, I began to push my way into her sex. It was tight, and I didn’t want to hurt her, but my body screamed for release. As she raised her hips, I plunged my hardness into her, stopping only when I was buried to the hilt in her pussy. She screamed, in ecstasy or pain, moaning louder and begging for more as her orgasm neared fruition.

I roared right along with her. I’d never had a woman take me so completely and still scream in pleasure. I plunged into her repeatedly, working like a madman towards my orgasm, barely keeping the beast contained. And then, in harmony, we both came. I gave a final thrust and buried myself as deep in her sex as I could and held it there, basking in the pleasure of a tight pussy squeezing my shaft. I felt wave after wave of cum squirting out of me, keeping time with the pulsing of my blood. And she matched me in orgasms, time after time.

At last, I fell forward, cradling her the best I could, considering the leather-bound her to the bed. I had no words to say. I was completely in awe of the woman under me.

She looked at me and coughed a little, begging my attention. Her eyes were glowing with satisfaction, even as she breathed heavily. She fought to catch her breath.

“You know,” she said mischievously, her eyes flashing in amusement. “If you could spare a minute to get this gear off, I’ll show you how to really ride someone!”

I was dumbfounded. I had no words to say, but I sprang up to do her bidding, my heart pounding like a freight train.

“Oh,” she cooed when the cuffs were off. “Make sure you have plenty of lube; there’s an ass that needs some taming.”

To be continued…