Weird Scenes Inside the Bimbo Room – Volume III

I had had a lot of women before. Hell, you weren’t the Ruler of the Free Beasts without some awesome perks. I could call on any clan and have a group of hot women sent over like Chinese Takeout. I could line them up starting at the door to the Slut Hut and stretch the line along the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door of the Keep, into that ratty patch of dirt, we called a parking lot. I could, but I wouldn’t. It was once said that with great power comes great responsibility, and I could appreciate that. So I only had them delivered occasionally and one at a time. And I always tried to take them out to dinner first. So what if I didn’t let them have dessert until we returned to the room?

Well, that had been true until it came to Christine. In fact, I didn’t even know where she had come from, let alone what clan she belonged to. Normally I can just tell by the scent, but with Christine, the only scent that came to me was lust. When she was around, I was lost in it completely. I guess this is what the wise men meant when they said, “you’re thinking with your dick.” It was the only head I listened to or worried about when she was around. Well, hers was nice, too, especially when it was working on my special one.

When Christine was around, all I could think about was that long blonde hair cascading over her pale shoulders like pond water, running relentlessly over a cliff and splashing into the water below, my fingers entwined in the richness of the folds. I thought of those firm, lush handfuls of breast being squeezed in my hands like perfectly ripe melons and caressed by my lips. That delightful smorgasbord of smooth shaved kitty, those beautiful full lips calling me in for a taste of clit – Meow! Add on those pert little nipples, the nubs standing at attention when aroused, easily an inch long and calling my name – wait a minute! I’d need to be careful around them – they could put my eye out when aroused! Oh well, it was a chance I was willing to take. When she spread those long, beautiful legs, she could call me to my doom, and I’d willingly go to meet it.

I stood there and wondered how I had reached this point, mesmerized by a mere woman. Held in thrall by someone who would never share my quarters as partner or mate. How someone I knew so little about had my heart in her hand like a hunter’s trophy. And as I stared at her, kneeling on the bed and rubbing her wrists where I had taken the cuffs off, I knew how. And I knew there was no way one time would be enough with her.

I prowled over to the bed, a growl working itself from my throat. Christine knew I wanted her again; I could see it in her eyes, the deep Violet of the iris seeming to sparkle in the dim light. And if I was reading her right, I knew once wouldn’t be enough for her, either.

I reached across the bed, grabbed her under her cheeks, and gently lifted her against me. Once again, I was fully erect, and the head of my cock was pushing against the wet opening of her warm kitty. I pressed my lips against hers and let my tongue push its way into her mouth as she wiggled her hips seductively, sending waves of pleasure down my shaft and into my body. As my blood pounded through my veins, I could feel my cock answering, pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

Christine broke the kiss, pulling her head back so she could get a few quick breaths of air. I took the opportunity to gaze at her face. Her small almond-shaped eyes gave her an almost eastern look. Her thin Aquilonian nose was situated perfectly between her cherubic cheeks. Her lips were full and begging to be taken by mine again.

As I leaned forward to take her lips with mine again, she tilted her face slightly to the side. She moved her head forward until her mouth was next to my ear, and she tenderly took the lobe between her teeth and gave it a little nibble, playfully tugging it away from my head.

“I want you on the bed,” she whispered in a breathy, almost hoarse voice. “I want you on the bed, on your back. I promised to show you how to ride someone, cowboy!”

I learned two things early in life and remember them to this day. One was when opportunity knocks, open the door. The other thing was, don’t be slow about it!

I set her down on the floor and crawled onto the bed. As excited as I was, I could feel my muscles rippling as I moved across the bed toward the center. I moved sensually, hoping her watching me would keep her in the mood.

It seemed to take forever to get into position on the mattress, laying on my back. I stared up at the cloud-white canopy, and waited for Christine to make her move. She seemed to be dragging the moment out, staring at my body. I could feel my erection jumping with the pounding of my heart. It almost seemed like it was larger than it had ever been, anticipating the coupling that was soon to come.

She climbed up on the bed, keeping her eyes locked on mine, almost as if she was trying to create a mind-to-mind connection. Then she moved between my ankles, spreading them apart enough for her body to fit. She stopped when I could feel her breath on my cock, her body resting on her knees and elbows. She paused there, letting her breath warm my manhood.

Slowly, deliberately, she moved her head closer to me and took my testicles into her mouth. She sucked them in like a concubine sucking some ripe grapes off a vine. Once in her mouth, Christine rolled her tongue over and around them, just firm enough to produce a small amount of pain; and a small amount of pleasure. She worked my balls over until I was ready to scream, my panting so loud that I knew it had to be heard outside the room!

I was almost mindless with the ecstasy being foisted upon me from her mouth working on me, so I almost wasn’t sure if I felt a little bit of pressure at my anus. It felt like she was pushing a finger up into me, helping to add to the pleasure I was already experiencing. I didn’t know how far she planned to take this, but I figured I would keep quiet for now; I could always stop it later.

She pulled her head back, my balls still in her mouth, my sack stretching from my body as she did so. With a pop it pulled loose from her mouth, forcing a scream from my throat. She then grabbed my cock in her hand and opened her mouth as wide as she could, taking the head of my cock into her mouth. As she forced as much of my shaft into her throat as she could, I felt her push her finger up my ass and find the prostate gland. She worked her finger over the gland as she moved her head up and down my length as best she could. I had never felt anything like that in my life! I couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling wracking my body.

Just as I was ready to let loose and shower Christine with come in the aftermath, she pulled her finger out of my ass and my cock out of her throat. I almost roared my disappointment in being denied my little death.

I was ready to say something to her when she held up her hand and shook her finger in a “Nuh-uh” gesture. I closed my mouth before I got myself into trouble.

She hand-walked herself up my body, stopping when her hands were on my chest. I watched her face as I flexed my chest muscles. I felt like the school geek trying to impress the lead cheerleader. If you’ve got it – flaunt it!

She smiled at my playfulness and squeezed my breasts like I’d done hers a little while ago. She leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth, biting down on the nub. She let go and then licked it to make it all better. She switched to the other side and gave it some serious work with her lips, tongue, and teeth.

I was so involved with the chest action that I hadn’t even realized she had managed to get herself high enough up my body to mount me. With her hands still on my chest, she hitched her hips until the head of my cock was resting against the heat of her lips, and with a push of her hips, she let me into her warm, wet box.

I watched her as she took more of me in, the look on her face a cross between pain and pleasure. I knew I was large; I could see it myself. And I have been told many times that I was just too big to give most girls pleasure because of my size. And yet Christine continued to take more and more of me and groaned as she did so, her face an unreadable mask.

When she reached a point that seemed to please her, she moved her hands from my chest onto her own. She cupped her breasts and then took her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and began to roll the nubs between them. I watched, relishing the sight of it. I’d never been with a woman who was so free with her actions during sex.

As if guessing what was in my mind, she slid one hand across her stomach to her sex. She took her middle finger and began to circle it around and then over her clit. As her thrusts on my shaft increased in both speed and depth, the motion of her finger on her clit increased along with it. Every so often, she would raise a finger to her mouth and, with a pouty look meant to keep my interest, would lick the finger and then move it back to her clit and resume playing with herself.

Both of us were now past the point of no return. She began to buck on my shaft like a bronco at the rodeo. She would cry out in satisfaction, and my cry would echo hers. Our breathing was fast and labored, like runners completing the marathon.

She raised her hands in front of her, and I raised my hands and, taking her hands in mine, entwined my fingers with hers. I held them like she might think to bolt, knowing she had to stay and finish the moment.

She gave a final thrust down onto my cock, taking it all in. She screamed in primal joy, and her body repeatedly convulsed as her orgasms rocked her body. I knew what she was feeling because I came with her, my deep-voiced roar rocking the very foundations of the Keep. God help anyone in the room below us because I knew the ceiling there was caving in!

“Yipee-Kai-yay, mother fucker!” I screamed, channeling my Bruce Willis.

Christine, now spent, collapsed on top of me, still impaled on my hard length. Her breathing was still heavy, as was mine, and our arms wrapped around each other like lovers locked in their first embrace. Aside from the enormous feeling I had for Christine right then, there was the feeling that something this good couldn’t last. It made me sad.

After we both were settled, Christine raised herself up and off of my cock. I knew everything was OK when she smiled at me and crawled out from between my legs. Life at this point in time was good; all of my responsibility and care were washed away in this girl who was beside me, sharing herself unselfishly.

Christine slid off the bed like a she-panther, all grace and seduction. It wouldn’t surprise me if she weren’t in Jim’s group; she drove me crazy like the cats.

Slowly she strode over the dresser, each step a choreographed dance move. As she reached her target, she half-turned so I could see her profile and the little lift of her lips at the edge of her mouth. Oh, how I lusted after her! I would kill for her, then drop the carcass at her feet to display my affection. She acknowledged my look, seeming innocent enough in her gaze.

She turned back to the dresser and slid open the toy drawer. She bent over, giving me an unobstructed view of the kitty peeking out between her legs. She must have known I was staring because she wiggled her ass! She laughed a sultry little laugh, then began to dig through the contraband buried within.

After a moment, she grunted in satisfaction and fastened something around her waist. After a couple of small adjustments, she dug through the drawer again. With a shriek, she reached in, and then she spun around and faced me, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Around her waist, she had on the biggest strap-on dildo I have ever seen. It must have been the Adam & Eve John Holmes special; it looked a couple of inches shorter than I was sporting, but the girth was as much as mine. I was cringing just knowing someone had made a monster like that. It didn’t help my agitation that she was pointing that thing in my direction,

And then the truth dawned on me. Someone in the pack had been naughty! I had never put that thing in the toy box! When this was over, heads would roll!

Christine must have seen my attention wane. She held her arms higher in the air and shook the objects in her hands to bring my full attention back to her. In each hand, she held a bottle. One looked like an oversized jar of oil. From the size of it, it could have been a quart of Boy Butter. In the other, she held the mother of all KY tubes.

Things were beginning to come into focus in my sex-addled brain. I might be slow after sex, but not even I was that slow. It all began to make sense as I went down the list to find out where I stood in the scheme of things.

Christine’s smart-assed grin – check! Giant strap-on dildo, white, semi-hard – check! Copious amounts of various lubes – check! My bare naked ass on a giant mattress– Yikes!

“Now,” Christine said seductively, almost willing me to do whatever she asked. “Why don’t you assume the position and tell me your flavor of lube? I’ve still got an ass to train!”

To be continued…