The BBW and the Rock Star

by Shameless Malloy

  Her tone changed and not in a good way, “No, I don’t think so. And you didn’t remember the one, simple rule, did you?”

  Stan gulped and watched nervously as she began slipping into her dominatrix uniform. She first turned her back to him and bent over, her legs apart enough just enough for him to see her red haired snatch in all it’s glory. She eased the miniskirt up over her thick calves and then stood and brought it up over her large ass. Candy smiled at him over her shoulder and winked. He wasn’t sure if he was in for pleasure or pain, at that point, but didn’t care. This was the most fun he’d had with a woman in as long as he could remember. She then took the leather bra and fastened it under her tits.The bra pushed her tits up in a way that made them look as if they could float on their own. Stan wanted to bury his head in them, to wrap the gigantic beasts around his head and scream. How did I ever miss them being that big before, he wondered. Candy took her left boot and slipped her leg into it, carefully pulling the zipper all the way up her leg. She repeated the process with her right boot and then finally stood, her transformation complete.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes ma’am,” Stan gulped.

  Candy reached back into her bag and came out with a long piece of red velvet rope and a small cat o nine tails.

  “I’d ask you what your safe word is, but honestly Stan, I just don’t care. I want to hurt you. I want to make you scream for all the stupid little girls you’ve brought in here and abused. I want to hurt you for that girl you just fucked in the ass and threw away like garbage.”

  Stan gulped again. Pain it was going to be.

  Candy walked to the bed and stooped by his groin, taking his cock in her hand once more and stroking. It was harder than anytime in recent memory despite the booze and cocaine. Once she was satisfied with it’s strength she pulled his balls up and gently looped the red rope beneath them. She then pulled the loop tight around the top of his cock and cinched his balls up against it. She then continued to loop the rope around, covering his cock in rope. She stopped when all that was left was the head of his dick, a thick purple bulging mushroom above the red rope condom.

  She grinned at him and leaned over and licked the tip in slow, deliberate circles. He stared at her in disbelief and wanted to scream out. The blood forced into the head of his cock by the rope made it the strongest sensation he’d ever experienced. He wanted to come, right then and there, but couldn’t because of the bind his balls were in.

  “I like having this done to my tits, Stan. Maybe one day, if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you.”

  Stan couldn’t wait for that day and decided that he’d do whatever it took to get her to let him do that to her.

  “But when you’re bad,” she began but didn’t finish. Instead she took the whip with the little leather strands and plastic spikes and swiped it across his groin quickly and violently. He screamed out despite himself. The pain in the head of his dick was quick and agonizing.

  She laughed and he thought that she would stop. Instead she did it again and again, swiping at his dick from the left and then from the right, over and over again. Tears formed in his eyes, not so much from the pain but from the knowledge that he’d displeased this woman.

  “Please,” he begged through clinched teeth, “please stop.”

  His voice seemed to infuriate her, “did I give you permission to speak, slave?” The speed of her attacks increased, and each swipe against the head of his dick made him arch his back in pain and scream out. The erection was still strong, the strongest he’d ever had, and he wished like hell that it would go away.

  When she finally finished they were both breathless. The head of his dick throbbed and she bent to it, taking the rope covered base in her hands. “Oh your poor baby,” she said, her tone changing from an instant. “I’ve hurt you.”

  She licked the head once more, first taking it in slow, deliberate circles. Stan sank back into his pillow, the line between pleasure and pain blurring. She took the whole head in her mouth, pulling at it hard, and once more had he been in a position to come he would of. He had a sudden vision of holding her head in his hands and pushing his cock into her mouth until she chocked on it, filling her mouth with cum. Yes, he thought, I want her to gag on me.

  “Nope,” she said quickly, stopping. “You don’t get to come until I tell you that you can.”

  The fantasy was dashed but replaced by hope. She might let him come, he wondered? That would be awesome. He wanted to come in her, or better yet, on her face. Yup, he thought, that would be absolutely perfect.

  She went back to her bag and he watched intently, wondering what devices she’d come back with next. His dick was throbbing, both from the rope and her beating of it. When she turned back to him holding a pair of spring loaded clamps she was grinning widely.

  “I hear you like to bite girls. Is that right?”

  Stan wasn’t sure how to answer. He did like to bite girls. Just like fucking one in the ass he liked how they grimaced and pretended to like it. But what to tell Candy? “Yes,” he gulped. “I do.”

  “That’s okay, Stan. I like to bite too. Some times I even like to be bitten.”

  She knelt over his chest, her massive breasts brushing against his stomach, and leaned in to his right nipple. She licked it slowly at first, bringing it to full attention, and then nibbled on it lightly. He gasped, expecting her to bite down hard, and prepared himself for it. He was surprised when she didn’t and opened his eyes, staring down his chest at her. She switched back and forth between his nipples, looking back up at him. It was one of the most erotic things he’d ever experienced. He started to think that maybe she wouldn’t bite him, that she wouldn’t hurt him any more. He lulled himself into a gentle rhythm, laying his head back and and again imagined what it would be like to fuck the big woman.

  “You like?” she asked around her lusciously long tongue. He could just imagine it licking up the base of his cock.

  He forgot himself once more, forgot the rules. “Fuck yes.”

  She bit down hard enough to draw blood and, as he yelped out in pain, pulled back. She wiped the small bit of blood from her cheek and smiled. “You didn’t say yes ma’am, Stan. You are a naughty, naughty little boy.”

  Candy gingerly placed one of the clamps on his right nipple and it bit in hard. He yelped again but she wasted no time placing the left one. The clamps hurt, badly, but some how felt good at the same time. He was in a triangle of pain and pleasure.

  “Do see how quickly and simply pleasure can go to pain? And do you see how pleasure can be the same things?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Stan gulped.

  Stan didn’t see her take the dildo from the bag and was surprised to see it in her hands. He sighed in relief when she wrapped her lips around it, pantomiming what she could do to him. It was shocking at just how far she could take thing in her mouth. She worked it several times and, for a moment, he thought he could come just watching the big girl work the dildo orally.

  “You think it’s lubed yet?” she asked innocently and, before he could answer or react, she had it darting between his legs, forcing it into his ass. It didn’t matter how hard he clenched his cheeks. Candy was stronger. The dildo popped in with surprising ease and he screamed out as she began working it back and forth.

  “That’s right, Stan. You take it in the ass. How does that feel?”

  Despite his discomfort he didn’t want to tell her that the sensation was exhilarating. In the span of a few minutes she had broken him down and done exactly to him what he’d been doing to the groupies. She was in complete charge of him and he suspected that, even with out the torn pillow cases binding his hands, he would submit. It was very hard to get used to at first... but then it was... it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

  “So you do understand? I am in control here. This is my show now. I am the rock goddess. Are you ready for the grand finale?”

  “Yes,” Stan replied with abandon. His testicles were aching,
the urge to come was so strong.

  “Good,” Candy told him. “I’m glad we’ve come to this understanding. So now, with the understanding that I can instantly cause you pleasure or pain. So now it’s your turn, Stan. It’s your turn to actually put out some pleasure.”

  With that she crawled onto the bed and straddled his face, lowering her self down on his mouth. He gulped as he smelled her deep, earthy scents long before her flesh touched his face. When she finally settled into place, he gasped for air, but was struck by the smooth texture of her skin and the absolute lack of hair anywhere in her nether regions. Her vagina was long and meaty, her clit already at full attention. He took it in his mouth first, sucking it like a child would a lollipop, He swirled around in her pussy, reveling in her flavors. So rich, so real... so unlike the little harlots he had to his room each night. This was a real woman.

  “That’s right Stan,” Candy said between breaths. He could tell he was pleasing her and that pleased him. “You lick that pussy. You lick that pussy good. You lick that pussy good enough and maybe, just maybe I’ll let you come too.”

  Stan did his best. He forced his tongue as far up in her as he could to the point it was numb. She rocked back and forth on his face and, finally, bent over, spilling her large breast over his stomach. She tickled at his cock with her tongue, licking at the swollen, purple member in slow, succulent circles. He would come, right then and there, he knew, if it wasn’t for the rope constricting his balls. That his hands were still tied was maddening. He wanted to reach up and feel the supple lips of her pussy. He wanted to finger the tight little bunghole, to spread her wide and get his face further in. As she danced on his face she began to untie the rope at his penis, never moving her mouth too far away. By the time the rope was gone he could tell she was on the verge of coming, sweat dripping down her large thighs and moistening his face.

  She took his cock fully in her mouth, slowly at first and then faster. Suddenly her body trembled, her orgasm coming quickly and powerfully, and she was quickly even more wet than before.

  “Go ahead Stan, let it go,” she ordered between breaths. “Let it go.”

  Her permission was all he needed and he unclenched, letting his come erupt from his cock. It was the most powerful ejaculation he could remember and Candy didn’t miss a drop of it, swallowing it up as if it were manna from heaven. He buried his head in the pillow and let out a shout of triumphant exultation.

  Candy slid off him gently and then turned to him, kissing him on the cheek. “You see Stan? You can have fun without those little bitches.”

  He sensed the game was over and it was safe to talk to her normally again.. “Candy... that was... it was incredible. I’ve never...”

  She placed her finger over his mouth, gently, and said, “don’t spoil it by talking Stan.” He watched as she returned to bag and slipped out of the red leather outfit. Standing there, naked and sweaty, in all of her beauty, was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. He wanted her even more. He was disappointed as she began putting her street clothes back on.

  “Don’t leave,” he begged and it was begging. He could have any woman he pleased, at any time he desired, but all he wanted was to be in bed with the red haired demon packing to leave his room.

  “Maybe later, Stan,” she said with a wink and headed for the door.

  His heart dropped a couple of beats. “Wait, Candy... you can’t leave me like this.”

  He was still tied to the bed, the dildo still in his ass.

  Candy grinned and laughed at his predicament, “Catch you later, Stan.”

  As the door clicked and Candy left, he settled back in to the bed and wondered how long it would be before someone found him. It didn’t really matter. The first thing he was going to do, when he was freed, was track that girl down and beg for her to do that to him again.