Introducing Kate…

…and her Buffet of Bulls

Okay, so I have a confession to make. I fed this latest hucow stuff into ChatGPT to get a summary of what I wrote.

Most writers will tell you that AI is absolutely shite for writing erotica and they are correct. First of all, it doesn’t wanna do anything dirty. Secondly, it comes out all robotically flowery. I guess I can best describe it as it looks and feel like and artificial plant and hand crafted erotica is more like a real bush. HA!

Free Rosie Story Below!

It’s actually really funny what the computer spit out about my writing. Here it is in all its glory. Oh, and I’m running the free version of ChatGPT.

Now, if we are talking about blurbs, the above writing is about as sexy as a steel bristle brush in the wrong context. However, it does say something pretty powerful about my writing and where its focus is.

So, if you read my stuff, awesome. More power to you both literally and figuratively.

This one features a reverse harem structure where our sweet Kate just keeps taking on more and more bulls. She’s simply insatiable.

But then, what good hucow isn’t?

Okay. The first book will be coming up for free probably next week. Enjoy it on KU for now :-).

Rosie’s Pamper Night…complete story (if you are here from Reddit—HI!)

“Rosie, will you meet me for dinner?  I have an idea I think you will like.  Let’s do that little French place down by the art gallery that you like so much.  If you can’t meet me at the bar at seven, call me.  Otherwise, I look forward to seeing my one there.  I love you, darling.  Be good and wear your black collar and matching thong.  You know the one I like.”

The message started off innocuous enough, but when Dominic mentioned the collar and thong, she pressed pause on the voicemail.  The black collar and thong were for punishment and punishment for her meant a hella good time waiting just around the bend. Her stomach and cunt clenched in unison.   He had never asked her to wear her punishment collar in public.  It was a big, thick black leather one with an actual D ring in the front.  Not discrete.  However, she had an idea for an outfit that would knock his socks off.  If he could play the secretive game, she could sure as hell goad him into making it a good one.

At five till seven she entered the bar dressed in a white button up oxford, tight denim jeans, and her black leather corset with the silver buckles over the top of her slender hips.  The shirt was unbuttoned to show her pushed up cleavage and the collar, which she was wearing backwards with the buckle on the front to match the embellishments of her corset.  She had never worn it out of the house or their role play, but over the shirt and jeans, it was definitely modest enough for her tastes.  With her short spiked boots, she looked like a goth version of a playgirl bunny.

To Dominic, she was a vision.  He had gotten there early and found a spot where he could see but not really be obvious.  He wanted to watch her; it was part of the way he worshiped her–from afar, when she didn’t know she was being inspected.  She was so effortless.  He thought that she genuinely  appeared to float on those long sexy legs of hers like one of those Russian ballerinas.  He would need to worship those soon to remind her of how beautiful they were. The silly thing so quickly forgot.  He shook his head and gently laughed into his drink.  She was prone to her silly seasons, but she was also one of the deepest, most brilliant women he had ever spoken to and he knew exactly how lucky he was to have her even considered to be in her life.  The games they played were fun and stress relieving, but Dominic knew that there was no one he would rather partner with in life with, to have his back and help him make his way in this crazy world.  She was his perfection.  It was again time for her to convince herself of that.   

As she sipped her extra dirty martini, he took out his phone and sent her a text.

“You are the most beautiful woman in this room.  Thank you so much for joining me tonight.  When you get the gift from the waiter, take it to the bathroom and insert it.  I’ll be at the bar when you return.”

“Oh, and P.S. nice work around for the collar.  However, consider it displeases me so I am adding it to the list for your further punishment tonight.  I love you, my sweet one.”

A thousand butterflies took flight in her stomach as the waiter approached with a beautifully wrapped gift box.  Fifteen years together and he still found ways to surprise her.  She gave a sweet sigh as she took the box off the proffered tray.    

“Looks like someone is off to a good night.” The waiter joked as he continued on to inquire about her drink and ordering food.  She brushed him off, downed her drink,  and excused herself to the restroom.  Inside the ornately wrapped cube was a set of anal beads.  These beads were different from her others though because they very obviously had a remote controller designed to vibrate and torment her poor ass all through dinner.  

This WAS starting to look like a good night.  

She used the included small pack of lube and gingerly fed the beads through her sphincter one by one.  They gradually increased in size as she went, so by the fourth and last bead, she had broken into a slight sweat in the bathroom stall and was bracing herself with her hand. When the largest ball passed through her narrow hole, she yelped slightly.  Slowly, she felt the device settle deep into her rectum.  Taking a deep breath, she tucked the cord up and through the back of her thong–the fabric working to help keep the demeted device in place while she walked and moved.  

Just as he promised, Dominic was at the bar laughing with the waiter who had delivered the gift when she returned.  When she approached, he stood and greeted her with a warm hug, swinging her around to put her back at the bar.   While he was leaning in to kiss her cheek, he reached down and put his hands down the back of her pants directly to the crack in her ass to see if she had obeyed him and was wearing the device. 

“Well done, little one.  It is almost too bad that I have to punish this hole so harshly tonight. However, I know you will enjoy it in the end–so to speak.  Thank you for playing tonight.”

And with that, the waiter was gathering your coat and things and motioned you both to follow him to the private dining rooms.  These rooms were set up for one to four people and could be reserved in advance for private affairs.  Dominic had obviously reserved this one for a party of two.  As the waiter pulled back the velvet curtains to the doorway, Rosie let out an audible gasp.  The room had been decorated with yellow sunflowers and blue hydrangeas–their wedding flowers.

“Wait.  Did I forget our anniversary, Dominic?  No.  It’s the wrong month.  What’s going on?”

Dominic pulled out a tip and gave it to the waiter who bowed and pulled the curtain behind him as he left.  

“There is absolutely no reason I need to cite to pamper my wife.  I can simply do it on a whim as I like.  Is this not true?”  Dominic had that funny little quirky set to his smile.   It was the one Rosie had fallen in love with so many years ago.  She would never understand what she did to deserve this truly adorable man. As he thumbed the device in his pocket to life, it came alive in her ass sending a wave of vibrations deep into her core and then straight down to her clit.  “Now, stop questioning me, my one, and sit down on that sweet little ass of yours.  I hope you are prepared for tonight.” 

His eyes sparkled in the light of the ornate candelabra–the yellows and blues of the flowers highlighting the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes.  “However, if the truth be told, I may feel badly that I have been remiss lately in my, uh, Dominant sexual activites.”  Dominic began cutting up bits of tomato from his salad and loading his fork up with a bite.  After chewing thoughtfully for a moment, he set down the fork and took her hand. “Let us be frank, my dear.  It has been far too long since you have asked me to take your ass.  I have waited patiently, but, if I’m not mistaken, it has been approximately two months since you have begged me to use that passage.  It displeases me, I need to know if something is wrong to cause this to happen. Is there anything I can do to make sure you are analy fulfilled?  I’m hoping this device and our activities tonight are a start.”

Rosie smiled and sipped her wine.  The device in her ass was humming deliciously against her insides and she was having trouble not reaching down to play with her clit through her thong.  And that bastard Dominic knew exactly what he was doing and was playing her like a lute.  Oh, what a pretty song she would sing for him tonight.  Putting down her glass and placing her hand over his, she looked directly into his eyes and said, “My husband, I have only been busy with life and have neglected my needs for your cock.  It is my fault.  I do love you there; I have just been too stressed to perform my duties. It is right that you are teaching me my lesson, my Master.”

About that time, the waiter threw open the curtains and brought in the second course: a lovely winter squash soup and homemade bread.  The robust smells were almost enough to get her mind off the buzz in her ass. Rosie quickly dropped her head and looked at the table avoiding eye contact as if the waiter had heard every word.  They had never had an impromptu scene in semi-public and the tension of the dynamic had her wringing her napkin in her lap. 

When they were alone again, Dominic took her face in his hand and turned it to look him directly in his eyes. “I hope you are enjoying those vibrations because they are only the beginning of your punishment tonight.  We are going to eat and enjoy here, but you are not going to cum.  You are going to save that orgasm and all that energy for when you beg me to fuck your ass.  And since I’ve had to go through all those to get you to beg for me, I’m going to take it out on that gorgeous little hole of yours by finally using this.”  Dominant reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a root of ginger like one could get at the grocery store.  “Keep enjoying the intrusion in your ass right now.  This my dear, is about to be inside your ass burning the ever loving hell out of your tight hole.  According to what I’ve read, after only five minutes or so with this up inside any orifice, you will not only be begging me to remove it, but you’ll also be asking me to fuck you there to help rid you of the devilish burn.”

Rosie looked at him, amazed and astounded by his proclamation.  This was the Dom of her dreams. This was a man who knew exactly what she wanted.  To be taken, hurt, controlled, used, and have her cavities burned and opened for his pleasure.  He had read about figging to her before and told her that he was going to do it to her.  Making her beg part was new, but she didn’t mind it.  She adored begging for him, crying for him, whaling until he allowed her to cum with the kiss of the crop on her clit.  It was all she ever asked or wanted. Well, that and health insurance.  And, maybe a bit more impact play.   Taking her hand to his face, she leaned in and kissed his lips as softly as spring rain.  “Yes, my love.  Please.”

“Of course, my darling.”  He pulled her into a passionate kiss. Pausing, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her to face him.  “I figured you would like this, but I want you to speak your safeword, my love.”

“Red, Master.”

“Now there is my good girl.  Now, let’s do our best to enjoy this meal and get home.  I’m truly looking forward to making you scream in both pain and pleasure tonight, girl.  Waiter!”  

Home

“When I come from upstairs, you need to be cleaned and in position.  We are now into your punishment space and I am going to refer to you by your more derogatory names.  Do you understand, my darling? I know you have a preference for rough and I am about to give it to you.  Are you there with me?  Are we good?”  He held her face and looked deeply into her eyes.  She was beautiful and she was his.  He played these little games for her and when they did, they were synchronized, him giving and her receiving.  She deserved that at the very least.  

Rosie, however, after being tormented by the vibrations of the plug for the better part of two hours was more than ready to begin.  “I understand and I am green, my Master.  I am ready.”

Dominic chose that moment to grab her by the waist and force her to bend over his arm.  Holding her there, he pulled up her skirt, and ripped at the fabric of her thong covering her sex.  He could see her dark hole still vibrating while holding the beads in place.  But her slit and the fabric of her panties were soaked.  Moving it further to the side, he slid his fingers through her wet folds and she moaned.  Immediately, he smacked her ass three times in the same place with as much sting as he could muster from his hand.  

“No, whore. Is this how you react to being told I am going to torment your ass until you cry enough tears to drown me?” His fingers slid back and forth gathering her slick.  He then pulled back and smacked the same spot as before on her butt. “This is punishment.  Not enjoyment.  None of that or tonight will be even worse for you than I had dreamed.  I didn’t particularly think I would bruise your ass with whelps tonight, but it is not out of the question. Now tell me you are a whore and apologize”

“I’m sorry, Sir.  I am a whore for my Master’s cock.”

“That was my hand, slut.  Are you a whore for that too?”

When Dominic was met by silence, he flipped her up to face him and grabbed her cheeks. “Please say it, whore.  Say you are a whore for my hand.  It sounds so much worse.  I mean, just the thought of you so desperate that you are humping my hand.  You.  Are.  Such.  A.  Whore.”  Dominic punctuated each word with a soft kiss on her face as he held her by her neck. “You are MY beautiful whore.  Only mine.  Tell me, Rosie.  Let me hear you know your place.”  

“I am Your whore, Master.  I am Your whore.” Rosie hung her head in resignation and embarrassment.  The humiliation had to be a part of it.  But it didn’t feel like humiliation when he made her do it.  It felt like identification and libration of who she really was deep down inside.  She was a whore.  She was also a wife, leader, and a damn good cook.  Wanting to beg for his cock and his cum made her a whore, not a loser.  It was simply acknowledging a big part of who she thought she was.  She didn’t want to be everyone’s whore.  She wanted to be his.  Completely and totally his.  

“I know you are, my love.  I just wanted to hear you say it.  Now, go and wash yourself and the toy that has been up there for a while now.  I am ready to punish your ass and I would like to get on with it.”  With that, he patted her on the same sore spot he had swatted earlier making her wince.  As she tottled off to the bathroom to start his cleaning regime, she heard opening the cabinet and testing the cane with simply horrendous swishes.  

Thoroughly cleaning her ass before anal sex was something she and realized her desire for it quickly when Dominic had expressed his interested in claming her there.  After playing around with some smaller toys, he had told her that she was unique in that she could orgasm anally as some women struggled to orgasm that way.  When Dominic had discovered this, he was elated.  Anal was by far he lesser favorite of her orifacies, but it just offered up such variety in combination.  Not only that, but by punishing her asshole, he upped the orgasm for her. She truly was perfect.

She had learned that saline worked best for her cleaning her dark passage, so she began her process that started with internal rinse and ended with a quick soak in the tub to clean herself.  As she lowered herself down into the bathtub, Dominic appeared carrying a tray.  Rosie thought of the sting of the water against the spot he had chosen to torment earlier.   Setting it down on her vanity, she could smell the ginger coming from a small bowl in the array.  

“Now, darling, While you soak that pretty bottom and get it ready, I will prepare your mind for what I am about to do to you.  You already know the history and “old time” uses of figging on horses and slaves and the like, but what I want you to consider is this.  I am going to use this. “ he held up a root of ginger that was about three inches long and an inch wide. It had been peeled and carved with a flare in one end to keep it from going up inside of her, “You are going to put this in your rectum.  It is going to burn you like fire, my sweet Rosie.  Oh, how you will cry.  But it will do no permanent damage, so you will keep it in for three minutes before I start your punishment spanking.  Unfortunately for you, I want you to keep it in for your strokes.  All of them.  Everytime you clench your gorgeous red cheeks, it will torment you with its burn just a little more.  Perhaps you can learn not to clench so much and take your spankings better, hmm?  Maybe two birds with one stroke, as it were?”

Rosie felt her stomach drop.  She looked down into the water and wondered what she had gotten herself into.  This might be more than she could take.  She had never used her safeword with him, but honestly didn’t know if she could.  

“Rethinking your dilemma, my love?  Good.  Perhaps you will not allow your ass to go unfucked for so long in the future.  Now.  I’m tired of waiting.  Stand up, turn around and spread your cheeks.  When you get into position on your couch, I’ll start the timer, but the ginger goes in now and you may not go to your punishment couch wet.  No need to speak, just do it, slut.”

Rosie got up dripping from the water and bent over to give her master access to her ass.  She pulled her cheeks apart and sighed as the cold ginger root pierced her tight ring.  As it slid into place deep in the recesses of her bowels, she could feel the ginger root streak a line of heat deep inside of her.  It started as a cold intrusion and quickly warmed.  Soon, it was a molten ingot of heat inside her and she wanted nothing more for it to be removed.  But, begging was hard; it was so hard for her. Then she remembered, the act of saying exactly what she needed was part of his regime and training.   

The burn was starting to really hurt now.  She quickly got her towel and dried off.  In her ass, she struggled not to clench the offending object. But, when she clenched, her clit got a little bit of pressure.  So the ginger was truly horrible as it made her pay for just gleaning pleasure from the situation with a stabbing heat in her ass.  She started to swing her hips involuntarily moving in time with the heartbeat she could feel deep in her guts corresponding to the burn from the root.  

“Well done, whore.  Now, lean over so that your tits are hanging off the side.  While we are waiting for the timer to go off, I’m going to see if I can put those nipples through a little treatment.  Hold yourself up so that I can get to them now.”

Rosie thought only of willing herself not to clench her ass.  How could it still be getting hotter?  She moved to get her arms out in front of her and had to change positions to get herself forward. Fire raced through her entire being.  Her head flew up and tears threatened to enter her mouth as she searched for him.  Surely this was destroying her ass.  Surely, she would be harmed by this; the pain was simply too great.  

“I know, slave.  I know.” Dom took a seat right in front of her at eye level and grabbed both of her nipples harshly and began to twist. The twisting made her want to clench even more, forcing her to voluntarily relax into the pain from her breasts.  “I know, “it burns, it hurts” he said mockingly.  Then, giving a swift tug to her already tortured nipples he whispered, “and you love every bit of it.”  Kissing her deeply, he reached for clover nipple clips. I’m using these, slave, because they tighten when you pull at them.” Roughly tugging her nipples he cruely snapped the clamp down on her reddened nubs.  By this time, she was openly sobbing.  “Not over yet, slave.  Since I know you like to squirm and I figure it will be worse tonight, I’m going to tie you up by those sweet tits of yours.  See, the chain from the clamps loop here around the rope I usually use for your feet.  If you move too much, you are going to rip those poor little nipples right off.  Or, at least, you will will feel like you do if you try to get too far out of position.”

As the clamps pulled her nipples down she did her best to hold her position with her ass over the side of the chaise lounge.  She bit her bottom lip as she fought between the pain in her tits and the ever rising heat in her ass.  She was squirming badly when she saw Dominic pull out the implement drawer and select the wooden spoon. His favorite.  Well, at least it wasn’t the cane?

Dominos swished the wooden spoon through the air near enough for her to hear it.  He honestly enjoyed the little thing.  Although it came from the “household” section, he thought its versatility and ability to make her cry was worth the crossover.  He could weld like a madman, peppering her upper thighs, fleshy butt, and sides.  Or, he could be specific, targeting her sit spots and hitting them over and over and over until she was nothing but a screaming mass of tears and sobs.   

The moment he lived for was when her body relaxed into the blows and didn’t resist them any more.  When she stuck out her ass further and begged him to make her scream harder..  

As the timer finally went off, he aimed the first strokes at the tops of her thighs.  Quick smacks landed with intakes of breath from her.  They weren’t that intense.  

“Now, whore.  I’m going to deliver these next swats with a bit more heat, you could say.  Hold still.”

As the first stroke landed across her ass, she felt herself clench and a streak of lightning started  in her ass and ran directly to her clit.  She felt a white hot flame of pain deep within her bowels.  It itched, it burned, it felt like she wanted to turn her insides out and rub herself to get rid of the horrid root.  At the same time she had jerked up from the shock and her tits were now screaming in pain as they were tugged by the bite of the clamps.  

“I warned you about clenching and moving too much,  slut.  Now, I’m going to light your ass up.  No need to count.  These are more for me than you.  Prepare yourself.”

Rosie took a deep breath and tried not to think of the ache deep in her gut and her neglected clit.  She spread her legs a little and got a sharp smack on her thigh.

“I’ll do your clit soon enough.  Stay for me.” He flicked the wretched stick to smack her newly exposed slit.  She yelped and got back into position trying desperately to keep the pull off her tormented nipples and her burning ass in the air.  It was starting to be too much.  Her ass was in a puddle of pain, her tits were stretched and pinched, and every time she clenched to try to get some pressure on her clit, her ass flaried in agony even more.

He lit into her ass with a quick succession of strokes applied to her buttocks and her upper thighs.  She was unable to control her squirming as he started the second round on her sit spots and she finally pulled free of the nipple clamps with a yelp.  

Dominic stopped and got a glass of water from the table beside the chaise lounge.  “Put them back on, slave.”  He chugged the water as he watched her carefully hold her prone body over the lounge and roll her tender nipples to attach the biting clamps, grimacing as they claimed her nipples and pulled them taught beneath her.  

Dominic was not without sympathy, but he was watching her involuntarily wiggle her ass back and forth trying to dislodge the assaulting ginger.  He laughed, leaning down to kiss her deeply.

“Are you really so desperate not to beg for my cock in your ass?  By my estimation, you should have started begging me about two minutes ago.  Don’t you want my cock, little one?  Wouldn’t my cock help relieve that horrible pain for you?”

Rosie was almost exactly at the right point internally.  She was in complete and total agony with the majority of her erogenous zones getting attention. She wanted it to be over, she thought, but the uncertainty must have been in her voice.  “Yes…Yes, Master.  Please.  Will you use my ass? Please put your thick cock in my tight hole and fuck this pain out of me.  Please, Master.”

“Oh, that was sweet, slave.  So sweet.” He kissed her deeply again and looked her dead in the eye.  

“No.  You will be thoroughly punished before I give you pleasure.  The good news, you only have to get through the paddle and I will remove the fig.  Fortunately, it will continue to burn for up to an hour, so you’ll have that to look forward to as I fuck you so deeply you taste me tomorrow morning.  Do you understand, girl?”

“Y–yes, Master.  Thank you, Master.”  She hung her head and Dominc saw as she finally relaxed her shoulders and upper back. She was getting close.  

He tapped the paddle on her rear to give her a small warning, but then, he pulled back and delivered her a solid smack squrely on her reddening bottom.  He knew its strength as he heard the small holes he had lovingly drilled whistle with the air passing through them.  

Her entire body lurched forward and pulled her nipples painfully away from her chest. He could tell she couldn’t help but clench after that heavy of a hit.  She hissed in pain and counted out, “O–One, S-Sir.  Thh-Thank you, S-Sir.” Hiccuping slightly, he put his hand on her shoulder as he laid another stroke firmly across her ass causing her to yelp.  

“T-Two, S-Sir. Thh-Than..oh, please, Sir.” Rosie was unable to control the involuntary tightening of her hole around the infuriating intrusion.  The burn was reaching up into her stomach and actually causing her neglected clit to ache.  “Please fuck my ass.  I can’t take the heat any more.  I need your cock, Sir.  Please.”  

“That’s more like it, my whore.  Now, was that so hard?  Keep counting.”  He pushed her lower back down and made her display her ass.  He looked as saw her lips glistening.  Parting those folds with his cock would feel so good.  He had to wait just a little longer.  

Another loud whistle-crack filled the air. Rosie let out a cry from the base of her throat.  When he held his hand over the spot he was repeatedly hitting, he was adored, feeling the warmth of her skin and seeing her redness.  Lightly whisking his fingers over her sit spots, she hissed before she spoke.

“Th-three, S-Sir.  Thh–Thank…” Then, finally, she let her head drop down all the way and relaxed herself over the end of the lounger.  “Th-Thank you, S-Sir.” Her breath shuttered in her throat, marred by her tears and the pain throughout her body.  

“Very good, slave.  No more counting.  Just feel them, please.  And know that each one shows my devotion and love to you.  Do you understand?  Tell me your color and what I said.”

“Yes, Y-Yes, S-Sssir,” she slurred.  “I am gg-reeeen, Siiir.”  She sighed and moved her body forward involuntarily dry humping the cushshin.  “You l-love me annd I ww-want you to f-fuck my a-a-ass, Sir, pl-please, Sir, th-the b-burn, Siir.” Her voice became a whine towards the end.  

Dominc let himself go and began to use the paddle as it was intended as a maximum impact implement.  She wanted and needed the deepness of it.  Less of a sting.  More of a body moving assault that would make her sore in her body as well as her behind.   He did not need not to count.  He only had to watch her body as the sounds of the large wooden paddle slapping her ass filled the room. Her bright red flesh he had created there filled him with pride.  When she was fully slumped down and not lifting anymore—not moving to meet him or resist him nor humping, he gave her one more strong stroke and ripped the plug of ginger out of her ass.  Moving to release her nipples from their painful traps, he lifted her drooling blissed out face and kissed her sweetly on the lips.  

“I am ready for your ass, my sweet one.  Are you ready to beg for me one more time?”

Rosie immediately perked up and began to beg, “Pp–pllleese, Masssster.  Plleease, fuck my ass.  I’m soooo sorry, Masster.  Please please fuck this slut’s ass, please, please.”

“Oh, of course, my love.  I would be simply delighted. Since this is your punishment and not mine, I am going to use a condom tonight so you won’t be able to feel me spill my seed in your ass.  Just consider it part of your punishment.”

With that, Dominc got up and pulled his painful erection and a condom from his dress pants.  Silently, he mused that these sessions weren’t a picnic for him either.  The planning, the execution, the care and attention to her.  This was hard work.  

Good thing he got an excellent reward from all her kinks—-He got to plowing her tight hole and cum over her tits and face.  Although it was not his favorites (really, what compared to vaginal sex? He was still looking for a betterment to that one), he would make the best of the situation.

“Open your self slave, I need to be able to see the hole I’m going to split open.”  

Rosie reached back and gingerly pulled her tender red cheeks apart.  She squirmed as she felt Dominic pull her sphincter apart and squirt lube down her passage, using his finger to deposit it deep into her bowels. Then, finally, he used another generous drop of lube on the top of the condom and used his fist to work it up and down the now sheathed shaft.  

“Ask me nicely, Rosie.  Ask me to do this to you, my love.”   Dominic had one hand wrapped around his cock and the other pressing her lower back down forcing her hips up.  Gazing at her glistening slit, he again regretted not being able to have his favorite tonight, but looking up at the puckered tight hole awaiting him, he put aside his own pleasure and plunged forward to fulfill his duty as a Dom.  

Stopping just outside her small ring, he pressed her back harder into the bed.  

“Do it, Rosie.  I’m about to take your ass and relieve this pain, ask me to put my cock so deep into your ass you will cry from splitting alone.”

Rosie moaned and began to perk up and blubber with her head hanging lower as she pushed up her ass.  “Please, Sir.  Please, please, please, ple….”

Dominic shoved the head of his cock inside her tight ring.  She was hotter and tighter than usual.  The chemicals of the ginger root having inflamed her now tortured hole.  The thought of it made him move his hands to grab her hips.

“Now, I’m going to take your ass slowly, my love.  Just a slow inch at a time.  Trust me, this will be harder for you than for me; be patient my love.”

Achingly slowly, he began splitting her open. She wailed at the second inch and at the third, she was pushing so hard with her sphincter trying to get him out, he had to pull her down onto him. 

“Oh, Sir.  Please, sir.  Move, more.  I need it, please.” She wiggled and tried to push herself back on his cock. 

Dominic spanked her on her sore spots.  “No. Slut.  Take my cock as I give it to you.  You will have your fill so deep you will be cursing me tomorrow.”  Dominic relished the next two and a half inches and managed to stretch out the insertion until Rosie was crying in frustration beneath him.  Taking pity on her, he reached up and pinched her clit between his fingers.  

“There, there, girl.  Almost there.  You’ll get your ride.  Would you like to play with your clit now?  I won’t even make you ask, because Rosie, once I decide to let you play, I’m going to take my orgasm from your tight ass.  Do as you wish with the front, but hang on because I am about to own this whole for the first time in waaaaay too long.  Feel free to cry or beg, but I’ll be done when I’m done, so be ready.”

With a loud smack on her ass, Dominic swiftly pulled out and plunged into her.  Moving his hand to the back of her neck he squeezed her as he felt her passage relax and begin to rhythmically tighten as she stroked her clit towards her own orgasm.  

“Please, Sir.  May I come now?”  

“Oh, yes, my Rose.  Cum as much as you like, love.”  Dominic was lost in her ass.  Pounding her and hearing her screaming in ecstasy was almost too much.  After five or six more powerful strokes he felt her orgasm crest, riding her through it he ripped his dick from her used hole.  Pulling off the condom, he moved to her front and spoke in his command voice, “Open your mouth, my Rose.  Take my cum.”

Rosie did as she was told and opened both her mouth and her eyes just in time to feel his warm spend splash across her face. Watching him tug his erect cock and sending another wave of seed across her chest, she continued to stroke her clit in a rolling session of orgasms.  As one ended, another began, all she had to do was keep pressing and rubbing and it wouldn’t end.  It was Divine.  It was the embodiment of her sexuality clawing to life within her.  

Dominic watched Rosie rub herself and saw her cunt squeeze around nothing as the orgasms wracked her body.  Dropping to his knees, he kissed her fingers and clit softly with his lips.  

Soon, he was stroking her thigh and beginning to hug her center as she came down from her high.  

Crawling up her center to her mouth, he kissed her deeply and looked into her eyes.  

“How are you, my sweetest love?  I do okay?”

Rosie smiled and took his face in her hands, “I’m amazing. Thank you, my husband. Everything is burning, but it’s going down a bit now.” She put her hand over her mouth mischievously.  “I’m soooo hungry.”

“I’ll grab those  leftovers from dinner and that half a bottle of wine from the fridge?” Dominic suggested as he grabbed the towel and washcloth and started to run the warm water in the sink to wipe her off.

Rosie threw back her head and laughed.  “You had me at “leftovers,” love. Let’s wash up, put on our p.j. \’s and play that new video game we got, you know, that team one where we play together?”

Dominic moved to her side handing her the warmed washcloth and kissed her forehead gently.  Wiping her face, he spoke softly but looked directly into her eyes intently.

“You are my beloved, wife.  Now, let’s grab those leftovers.” 

More Dominic and Rosie

Thank you so much for reading about Dominic and Rosie–you “get” me (which may be more of a curse than a blessing, honestly).  Sorry about that!

If you’d like to read more about their relationship and adventures in the bedroom, please check out their series of shorts on Amazon all over the world. 

If you’d like more information on Xassie and her adventures in life, please head over to XassieXhali.com to get all the details about her and the rest of

 her upcoming works.  

If you’d like to tell Xassie about what Rosie and Dom should get up to next, drop her a line at lipsmackingsmut@gmail.com (it’s Xassie’s email for all smut, not just Rosie and Dom). 

Dominic and Rosie will return–promise.