Rosanna was the most beautiful girl he’d ever known. Why she had married him five years ago, he would never understand. Scottie was average in every possible way. His build, his face, his finances. If anything he was a little less than average. She was a model. Literally. Small time, clothing ads and whatnot. It had never been enough work to pay the bills, but she was ravishing! Green eyes, a petite frame at five feet tall on a good day. With thick, layered curls that flowed around her freckled cheeks and bounced about as she walked. It was the color that was most striking. The most vivid, natural red anyone had ever seen. It brought her endless compliments from everyone she met. It had strips of deep, dark, cherry red mixed with brighter highlights of an almost blond/orange. If that was a thing. When she slipped through the sunlight it erupted into a blaze and flames framed her face.
If Scottie had been average in life, he was even more so in the bedroom. Could you blame him? She was bewitching and insatiable! How could he possibly last longer than a popcorn commercial? She often made use of toys to bring herself satisfaction and he was okay with that. He loved to watch when he could. He knew she wanted more, but he was giving her all knew how to give. So one day he sat her down and said he was open to trying new things if she wanted. He just wanted her to be happy and fulfilled. And not dispose of him like a crumpled, old Kleenex. She smiled sweetly and said she had something in mind. Friday night they would give it a try.
His favorite part of the day was coming home for his end of day shower. Where he could wash away the sophomoric insults, forget about the boss, and finally relax. As he got out and began to dry himself Rosanna stepped in wearing a bright pink, school girl uniform. She liked to tease him because she knew it conflicted him. As the high school history teacher, and a deacon at his local congregation, it felt wrong to defile a little girl who looked so much like one of his students. Her long white stockings ending well before the minuscule, pink, plaid skirt. She sported a tiny white top with pink lace, a collar, and a light pink bow that kissed the stud in her belly button. She twirled and tilted her head down. Large, round eyes caught his own and she flipped that wide smile he loved so much.
He was hard, very hard. Rosanna commanded with an authority he didn’t know she possessed, “Get on your knees.” A little shocked, he obeyed. Her itty bitty frame spoke with the confidence of someone accustomed to exercising dominance, “You’ll do what I tell you. And you’ll like it!” He nodded his head and realized he was sucking deep, heavy breaths. He wanted to last long, limitless hours, but knew that wasn’t likely. She continued, “I want you to suck it!”
Just then a man stepped into the bathroom. No, not a man, a mythological beast! He had to be nearing seven feet tall with 350 pounds of pure muscle. He barely fit through the door and hanging down low, was the most massive package Scottie had ever seen. Now just inches from his face as he knelt on the floor. And the beast wasn’t even hard yet! His own package now shriveling and trying to hide from what was to come.
Rosanna slapped him across the face and the sting radiated down his spine. She wrenched his chin to pierce deep into his eyes with a look he’d never seen, “I said suck it bitch!” Scottie waddled on his knees up to the beast and took a tentative lick of that warm, salty shaft. Then a burst of pain across his back cheeks! He whimpered and gazed over through eyes swimming in tears. There he saw Rosanna holding her small, perky breast in one hand and his thick leather belt in the other. “Suck it!”
Scottie slowly took the beast into his mouth and clumsily bobbed his head back and forth. The beast was growing inside him. Growing and growing and growing! Just the tip was enough to fill his mouth! He looked up and saw an evil lust flickering in the beast’s eyes. Rosanna’s tone changed slightly as she giggled, “Good boy.” He reminded himself he was doing this for her. To keep her and please her. A hand, as big as the wheels on his Subaru, wrapped around Scottie’s skull and fixed it in place.
The beast’s hips flew back and forth and Scottie’s throat was on fire. He could feel the beast deep inside his stomach! He was gagging and gasping. He couldn’t breath! Sweat and tears and saliva mingled in an odd orgy and splashed around his world like a Pollock painting. The beast spit full in his face. Rosanna giggled again, obviously enjoying his pathetic state. “Good little cocksucker,” she mocked. He was going to burst! He tried to cry out, but couldn’t. Tried to take in a taste of the oxygen he was starving for, but couldn’t. He tried to focus on anything but the salty appendage stretching his esophagus, but couldn’t. After an eternity the beast let go.
Scottie collapsed in a puddle gasping for breath and weeping like a child. A scuffle and a little gasp. Then a scream! A repeated thump, thump, thump grew louder and louder. The shivering voice of his beloved addressed him, “Look at me bitch!” He tried to wipe the water from his eyes as he lay prostrate on the floor. His world was red and blurry, but he could see the most beautiful girl in the world. The girl he loved and adored and showered with compliments, affection, and every good thing he could provide, bent over before the beast. Her hands were bound in his, raised high behind her back and her hair was a raging flame. She whimpered and screamed as he pounded her with a force so hard Scottie knew she would shatter. She weighed less than 100 pounds, she couldn’t take this kind of abuse! She wailed and whined through stuttering lips, “Y-Yes, yes, yes! Oh God, F-F-Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh! B-Better than that c-cock-cocksucker! Harder…Goddammit!!!” Then her words morphed into unintelligible spasms of gratitude. The beast stared at him with that evil lust that made him extremely uncomfortable.
Still convulsing, drowning in his own tears, Scottie knew he should be jealous. He should be upset. He should feel the desire to rip the beast apart with his bare hands as Samson had the lion. To take his little wife and give her the railing she so clearly needed. Yet, Scottie felt none of that. He just felt…inadequate? Inadequate yes, but even more than that he felt relief. As the beast devoured his wife before his eyes he cried tears of sorrow and joy. At least it wasn’t him bent over before that monster.
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