Unlucky Casanova (new story)

Unlucky Casanova

By Ramvo 

Disclaimer: all characters in this fictional story are of legal age, 18 or older.

Evan couldn't believe his luck. After flirting shamelessly with two towering young black women at the club, here he was, strolling arm-in-arm with them toward his beachfront hotel room. Though he was pushing sixty, an aging, balding tourist with a paunch and a perpetual leer, he'd always fantasized about bedding young, exotic girls, even borderline underage ones. This tropical paradise seemed poised to make his sleazy dreams come true.

The sisters were locals, stunning and statuesque, each standing well over six feet tall, dwarfing Evan's five-foot-four frame by more than a foot. Their names were Tyra, the elder at nineteen, and Naomi, her eighteen-year-old sibling. Both were visions of voluptuous perfection: massive, gravity-defying breasts that jutted out proudly, heaving with every step; impossibly narrow waists that flared into wide, fertile hips; long, powerfully muscled thighs and calves that were still unmistakably feminine and inviting; and enormous, perfectly rounded asses that jiggled hypnotically as they walked. They also had beautiful african features including brown almond-like eyes, high cheek bones, thick lips, and long, black, curly hair that fell down to the middle of their luscious backs.

They'd met at a pulsing nightclub on the resort strip, where the air was thick with reggae beats, sweat, and cheap rum. The sisters wore skimpy outfits that left little to the imagination: tiny crop tops straining against their overflowing cleavage and flimsy thong g-strings that barely concealed their smooth, glistening ebony skin. Evan, buzzed from several cocktails, had mustered the courage to approach them. His corny jokes and bold compliments made them giggle, their full lips curling into playful smiles. He'd heard rumors that women here were "easy" for wealthy tourists, and tonight, it felt gloriously true.

As they danced, the alcohol fueled his bravado. The sisters pressed close, allowing his sweaty hands to roam freely over their plush, firm buttocks, squeezing, kneading the warm, silky flesh and appreciating the sheer size of them. 

In return, they teasingly ground their enormous breasts against his flushed face, smothering him in soft, scented warmth until he was drooling with lust. 

On the walk back, they mischievously palmed his crotch through his shorts, giggling at his insistent erection.

In the dimly lit hotel room, things heated up quickly. They made out hungrily in the doorway, the sisters taking turns devouring his mouth with their thick, probing tongues, wet, insistent invasions that left him breathless and coated in their saliva. Evan groped their lavish asses greedily as they backed him toward the king-sized bed, their hands exploring his body with ardent fondness.

"We've got a little surprise for you later, papi," Tyra had whispered seductively back at the club, her voice a sultry purr as she and Naomi groped each other teasingly in front of him.

Now, alone in the room, the sisters excused themselves to the bathroom to "freshen up." But before they entered the bathroom, Evan knelt behind them and kissed both of their luscious, lavish asses several times making them giggle amusedly. “You’ll be kissing a lot more later” Tyra said, “not only our butts”. The sisters let Evan worship their butts for a few more seconds as his lips were pressed eagerly against the soft but firm skin of their astounding, well-muscled butt-cheeks, then they entered the bathroom giggling mischievously.

Evan stripped eagerly, his modest erection throbbing as he sat naked on the edge of the bed, heart pounding with anticipation.

When they returned, they'd shed their tops entirely. Their colossal breasts bounced free, dark, heavy orbs capped with thick, erect nipples the size of silver dollars, swaying hypnotically just inches above his upturned face. Evan gaped, mouth agape, as they flanked him on either side.

"Ready for our surprise, little man?" Tyra asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

He nodded dumbly, transfixed.

The sisters exchanged a knowing glance, then slowly peeled off their g-strings. Evan's eyes widened in shock. Instead of the slick, inviting pussies he'd imagined, two massive, fully erect black cocks sprang free, thick as soda cans, veined and throbbing, nearly as long as his forearm. Their swollen, baseball-sized glans glistened with beads of precum, bobbing menacingly as the sisters flexed their hips.

Below hung heavy, grape-sized balls in smooth, hairless sacs, swaying like pendulums. Evan's own dick shriveled in comparison, looking pathetically small.

His drunken haze evaporated into cold terror. This wasn't a nightmare; he was wide awake, staring at two enormous shecocks owned by these beautiful, dominant teens.

The sisters grinned down at his horrified expression, amused.

"What do you think of our little surprise?" Naomi teased, licking her plump lips.

Evan couldn't speak, his throat dry, his body paralyzed.

"Do you like them?" Tyra giggled, stroking her shaft slowly, making it even bigger and more menacing.

He glanced up at their smirking faces, then back to the threatening members inches from his nose. The sisters laughed, shaking their wide hips to make their thick meat poles dance. They made him lie on the bed, and that was when Evan felt that they were much stronger than him!

They moved closer on the bed, until they knelt on the bed at his sides. They began playfully slapping his cheeks with their heavy cocks, hot, velvety skin smacking wetly against his face. Tears appeared in Evan's eyes as panic set in; he was utterly helpless against these towering amazons.

"Our shecocks are thrilled to meet you, Evan," Tyra cooed, petting his hair mockingly. "My sister and I love short, white bitches like you, slutty and submissive."

"We especially love making them worship our big black cocks," Naomi added cruelly, "and pounding their tight asses until they squeal like impaled pigs."

"You're gonna learn to love them," she continued, slipping a finger into his open mouth and swirling it around. "Why don't you start by giving my cock a nice kiss, papi?"

She pressed her leaking glans against his trembling lips, smearing hot, sticky precum across them. Evan shuddered in revulsion and regret, but he was too small, too weak to resist.

"Kiss it, bitch!" Tyra growled, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing his head forward.

Eyes squeezed shut in shame, Evan puckered up and planted tentative kisses on Naomi's swollen cockhead, hot, salty skin yielding slightly under his lips. She moaned softly, encouraging him. After some more kisses, Naomi pressed her own flesh-mast against Evan’s lips, and he had to kiss its swollen head several times too.

Soon, he alternated between them, spending several minutes plastering wet kisses on their massive glans, even lapping precum from their slits as commanded. The sisters slapped his face hard with their rigid shafts, giggling at his winces.

“This bitch has sucking lips,” said Naomi, “and he will be using them soon! Tyra added as both giggled mischievously.

“Lick our she-cocks too,” Tyra ordered, and Evan had no choice but to oblige as his tongue began going over the soft, silky surface of both of their enormous black she-cocks.

“Lick the chocolate,” Naomi said, “and you’ll get to the creamy center,” she added as she guided his mouth on her cock and her sister’s.

"Lick my balls now," Naomi ordered. She draped her heavy cock across his face like a blanket, then lowered her pendulous sac onto his mouth. Grabbing the back of his neck, she smeared her musky balls all over him, wrinkled skin dragging across his nose and lips, forcing him to inhale her potent, intoxicating scent.

"How do they smell, slut?" she taunted. "Like 'em?"

Tyra laughed as Evan, humiliated, extended his tongue and began lapping obediently at the smooth, salty orbs. Naomi shivered in pleasure while Tyra painted his cheeks with more precum.

Evan struggled to hold both of Naomi’s huge cum-filled orbs inside his mouth. 

“Looks like a squirrel,” Tyra teased him, “a squirrel with his mouth full of nuts… princkazon nuts,” she added as both sisters laughed at him.

“Use your tongue now,” Naomi commanded, and Evan began caressing her testes with his tongue. “Good bitch…” Naomi moaned as she enjoyed his ministrations on her swollen testes. 

After some time of more ball worshipping, Naomi felt that Evan was ready for some serious she-cock sucking. 

“Time to impale your face,” Naomi announced as they put him sitting on the bed. Evan beheld in awe and sheer terror as Naomi stood up and her erect flesh-monster approached his terrified face.

"Open wide for my sister's lollipop," Tyra commanded next.

Evan parted his lips as far as possible. Naomi's glans alone stretched his jaw painfully, but Tyra sat behind him, her massive tits pressing into his back, thick thighs encircling his waist, and pushed his head forward relentlessly.

"Wider, bitch!" Naomi roared. Evan felt his jaw almost dislocating as he tried to accommodate Naomi’s huge, solid phallus. More tears fell from his eyes, and his forehead got covered in sweat.

With a brutal shove, the bulbous head popped in, bulging his cheeks obscenely. Tears streamed down his face as he gagged, struggling for air. Tyra held him firm, whispering filth in his ear while rubbing her own cock along his spine.

"Suck it good," Naomi demanded, winking down at him as he looked up in despair. "Jerk me with both hands."

His tiny hands barely encircled her girth as he stroked and sucked clumsily. 

“This bitch will learn soon how to please a real cock”, Naomi said, making her sister giggle. 

Evan felt completely owned and soiled as he struggled to suck Naomi’s inflated glans. He was already drinking her abundant precum when the towering black princkazon began moaning louder and louder.

“Suck harder bitch” Naomi roared. “I want to fill your slutty mouth,” she said as she pinched his nostrils, making Evan struggle to breathe. “No air until you suck harder,” she said cruelly as she held him this way for several seconds until Evan began sucking harder and harder on her glans.

“That’s a good bitch” Naomi said as she finally let him breathe. “Keep sucking this way or I’ll make your lungs burn,” she threatened him.

“He is a natural slut” Tyra said as she pushed Evan’s head to make him take more of her sister’s aroused she-cock.

As more inches of Naomi’s she-cock entered through his lips, it became harder for Evan to keep sucking, but he had already seen how cruel these towering, amazonian princkazons were and he tried his best to please Naomi’s hard-as-steel mast.

For several minutes, his hands worked on the length of Naomi’s she-cock while his mouth kept sucking. Minutes blurred into an eternity of slurping and gagging until Naomi tensed, moaning loudly.

"Yesss!" she cried, erupting like a volcano. Thick ropes of hot, viscous cum flooded his mouth, overflowing down his chin and forcing him to swallow gulp after gulp. She gripped his hair, milking every drop into his belly. “Take it all slut, take all of it!” Naomi said as she held Evan’s head firmly in place and more and more of her she-cum erupted from her she-cock.

“Look at me bitch!” Naomi said as she slapped one of his cheeks painfully, “Look at your teenage princkazon conqueror while she uses you as a living flesh-light,” she added as more and more of her she-cum went through his throat and down to his stomach.

Evan looked up at Naomi as she finished cumming inside him. He looked up only to see her beautiful eyes and her cruel smile as she kept his face impaled and he felt his stomach bloating. His humiliation was deeper and his shame bigger as he felt completely helpless at the hands of these two dominating, horny, princkazons sisters.

Finally, Naomi removed her spent, but still huge, she-cock from Evan’s mistreated mouth. But he still had to kiss it once more as she made him lick the final drops of her cum from its slit. “Kiss it goodbye for now,” she said as Evan’s lips smacked its tender surface. After this final kiss, Naomi bent over and spit directly into Evan’s open mouth. “Take this too slut” she said while Evan swallowed her warm saliva and felt even more soiled and subdued.

“It's time for you to please my sister, bitch”, she ended as she gave him a final slap on one of his sweaty cheeks.

Now it was Tyra’s time. They easily maneuvered Evan’s body and put him across the bed with his head hanging on the edge. Tyra straddled his face immediately, her pillar-like thighs framing his vision as she fed her steel-hard cock into his aching mouth.

"Time for a proper skull-fuck, sissy," she hissed as she began pistoning in and out of it.

“Love skull-fucking a little slut” she roared as her meat-mast filled Evan’s mouth and began probing into his throat. “Don’t puke on me, bitch,” she added as he felt his gag reflex. “Not yet, until I fill you to the rim.” She ended as her she-cock began probing deeper and deeper. She placed her hands on his chest, pushing him strongly down and keeping him trapped while her gargantuan love-maker went in and out of his painfully outstretched mouth rhythmically. 

While he suffered under Tyra, Evan took a glance at the mirror on the other side of the room. The sight he viewed was that of a pathetic old man being completely owned and subdued by a huge teen princkazon. Her huge muscular buttocks trembling and shaking as her ample hips moved forwards and backwards on his face.

After some time, Tyra’s she-cock finally went through Evan’s throat. “Yesss,” she hissed triumphantly, “I knew you were a natural-born shecock sucker!” she said, “you will be throating our cocks very soon!”.

She pistoned her hips, ass cheeks clenching and jiggling above him, while he gagged helplessly.

Tyra enjoyed ravaging Evan’s mouth and throat for several minutes. She slapped his face and talked to him condescendingly, “You’re just a little white bitch for us to use and misuse”.

Meanwhile, Naomi began probing into Evan’s ass with her hard-as-steel shecock. “I’m gonna make you scream like an impaled pig, slut” she announced as she kept pushing, trying to break into Evan’s tight anal ring.

Evan screamed, but his voice was completely muffled, utterly by Tyra's smothering ass and thrusting shaft while searing pain tore through him. Naomi sank deeper, stretching him impossibly, sighing in bliss at his tightness.

While Naomi got her shecock deeper and deeper into his bowels, Tyra had her big balls plastered on Evan’s sweaty forehead.

“Yess!” Naomi sighed, “I’m already all inside this bitch” she added triumphantly. “His throat is so tight around my shecock” she said while squeezing Evan’s throat and feeling her meaty monster completely buried inside. Not able to move, scream or fight, Evan closed his eyes in shame as Tyra began rubbing her huge testicles all over his face and her enormous shecock went in and out his throat faster and faster, and lots of precum went directly into his stomach.

He barely was able to breathe and was in pain as his anus and rectum were assaulted by Naomi’s impressive shaft.

"So fucking good..." Naomi groaned as she began pushing more and more of her erect member through Evan’s painfully distended anus and rectum. Tyra helped her sister by pulling Evan’s legs up, bending him. Evan groaned in pain and discomfort, but he couldn’t do anything to stop her.

After a few more moments of pushing, Naomi finally got her balls plastered against 

Evan’s sore ass.

Evan squirmed and thrashed in despair, feeling completely humiliated as he had become nothing more than the subdued bitch of two young princkazon teens. 

The sisters synchronized their rhythms: Tyra face-fucking him savagely, Naomi reaming his ass with long, punishing strokes. Evan thrashed in agony, but their superior strength held him pinned.

After many more agonising minutes for Evan, Naomi began sighing and moaning louder and louder. He was able to feel her meaty monster begin pulsating. 

Tyra screamed loudly as she injected shot after shot of her shecum inside Evan’s battered body.

"Good slut. Mouth's nice... but your ass will be heaven." Tyra said as she finished cumming inside Evan’s stomach.

Suddenly, Tyra also began shooting into him, making his belly bloat as her copious shecum filled his bowels completely.

“I love this bitch’s ass!” she said joyfully, “my shecock and his butt are a perfect fit!!” she added as she kept cumming into Evan for several seconds more. Tyra spanked Evan several times making him squirm.

After this, the tweens made Evan pose in different ways: holding their impressive shecocks with his smallish hands, kissing their balls, licking and kissing their swollen glans, kissing their toes, or kissing their big perfectly rounded butts.

“Look up bitch” Tyra commanded as she began taking pics of his face as her sister plastered her semi-rigid cock against one of his cheeks. “Smile, show the world what a shecock lover whore you are!” she added. Then, Naomi turned around and presented her meaty butt to Evan. “Open my sister´s buttocks and worship her hole,” Tyra said and Evan obeyed as he sank his face into Naomi’s ass crack and began kissing and licking her tight butthole.

“Mmmmh, he is such a good ass-kisser,” Naomi said, licking her luscious lips. “You can do better slut, get your tongue deeper,” she added as she used one hand to push Evan even deeper into her crack. “Now use your nose to rub my buthole” Naomi said, and Evan used his nose to massage and rub the wrinkled and tender surface of Naomi’s anus for several moments, making her sigh and moan in sheer pleasure.

“Good bitch” Naomi moaned, “now continue with your tongue and lips”.

Evan got his face completely buried between Naomi’s mammoth ass-cheeks as he began probing deeper and deeper into her opening anus. Meanwhile, Tyra was recording this humiliation. “Now give my sister’s asshole some sucking kisses, bitch” she said. “I want to hear how you suck her,” she said and Evan began gently sucking and kissing Naomi’s tender butthole, making her moan and sigh with pleasure. Naomi’s cock got hard again, as well as Tyra’s, as they watched Evan’s debasement.

Suddenly, Naomi sighed louder, and turning around, she gave Evan a copious white shower that covered all his face. Tyra held his head firmly in place as Naomi kept shooting her viscous she-cum until Evan’s face was completely covered.

“Smile, bitch. Facialized bitch,” Tyra giggled, and Evan obeyed as his face was glazed by Naomi’s thick fluids.

“My turn,” Tyra said after taking many pics of Evan’s cum-coated face. She ordered Evan to lie on his back, and then she squatted on his terrorized face. “Open your slutty mouth for my balls. It’s tea-bagging time!” she ordered, and Evan got his face stuffed with Tyra’s big cum-filled testicles. “Suck them gently,” she added. Meanwhile, Naomi was taking pics of Evan’s stuffed face as he sucked and licked her sister’s cannon balls. 

After some more minutes of balls-worshipping, Tyra drew her wet testicles from Evan’s mouth and engulfed his face with her huge and muscular glutes. “Time to kiss butt,” she said joyfully, “use your tongue and lips on my rosebud,” she added. 

As his tongue probed deeper and deeper into Tyra’s rectum, she began moving her hips in tight circles on Evan’s face, trying to get his tongue even deeper.

In short time, Tyra’s huge shecock exploded too. She lifted her lavish ass from Evan’s sweaty face and inserted the tip of her aroused member through his sore lips. As she injected her hot she-cum into his esophagus, Evan’s belly bloated painfully.

Evan wrongfully thought that the twin teen princkazons would be satisfied, but, to his dismay, his torment was just beginning.

The ebony teen princkazons swapped positions multiple times that night, making Evan ride their cocks reverse cowgirl, his small body impaled and bouncing helplessly; bending him over for doggy-style poundings and hard spanking that left him sobbing; sandwiching him between their sweat-slicked bodies for double penetration attempts that nearly broke him. 

Evan lost all track of time as he was continuously subjected to the pain and humiliation of being sexually abused by the towering horny princkazons.

To add humiliation, they incorporated filthy games: they continued forcing him to rim their musky asses deeply, tongue-fucking their tight holes while they moaned. They also used his mouth as a urinal when they needed relief, golden streams filling his belly, and even made him beg for their cum as "dinner."

By dawn, exhausted and broken, they tied him with his own belt and dumped him in the bathtub. Before crashing on his bed, the cruel sisters stood over him, unleashing hot streams of piss that soaked his battered body. As their piss covered his body, the teen princkazons looked at Evan with cruel smiles on their gorgeous faces.

Evan thought that he had hit rock bottom, but when the sisters began feeding him chocolate bars and candy that they had previously inserted into their tight sphincters, he knew that things could get much worse.

They placed him on his knees on the floor and made him watch how they shoved a chocolate bar into their anuses. “This is your snack,” Tyra informed him cruelly. “Let us melt it a little for you” she giggled. Evan beheld in disbelief as both amazons pushed the chocolate bars until their rectums completely engulfed them.

Then, they ordered him to come closer to their butts and to open his mouth. “Open your mouth for your snacks,” Naomi said happily, “I’m sure it’s yummy!”  A trembling Evan put his mouth on the slick surface of Naomi’s butthole first and opened his mouth as she began pushing the semi-melted chocolate bar through his lips. As he felt the warm chocolate bar entering his mouth, Evan closed his eyes in shame and helplessness. The worst part of his debasement was that two young teenage girls had made him their cum-eating, ass-worshipping, and living flesh-light slut! “Enjoy your snack, slut” Naomi said as she forced more and more of the chocolate bar into Evan’s quivering mouth. “Enjoy it, I want to hear you munching it,” she added and Evan began munching and savoring the semi-melted chocolate bar inside his mouth.

When she finished feeding Evan, Naomi shoved a finger through her butthole and moved it around collecting the chocolate remains, and then she told Evan to lick her finger clean. “Clean it good bitch” she said, and Evan began sucking her sticky finger.  

Then, Naomi shoved her finger inside her sphincter again. “Put your tongue out” she added, and as Evan obeyed her, she used his tongue to clean her finger, rubbing it on his tongue’s pink surface for several moments.

Finally, Naomi was satisfied. “Now eat the one inside my sister’s butthole,” Naomi said, and Evan had to suffer the same humiliation as Tyra pushed the warm chocolate bar through his lips, and then made him rim her butthole, taking the remaining chocolate from her musky anus and rectum.

After this, the sisters hog-tied Evan and put him between them as they called it a day. Evan hardly slept as he had continuous nightmares of huge chocolate bars that transformed into huge, black erect cocks and testicles.

Evan awoke hours later to Tyra straddling his face again, her fat shecock buried in his throat. "Good morning, bitch! Time for breakfast cock-sucking!" she chirped merrily, pinching his nose shut to force deeper thrusts. Another nightmarish day had just begun!

The dominant hung princkazon duo kept their older plaything captive the entire weekend, turning his luxury suite into a private dungeon. They ravaged him in every conceivable position: missionary with legs pinned back, standing carries where his feet dangled uselessly, even tying him spread-eagle for hours of teasing edging. They also fed him more morsels from their buttholes: grapes, bananas and candy bars. They kept using his mouth as their personal urinals and also gave him copious white showers and facials.

While lounging naked and triumphant, they maxed out his credit card on room service feasts and deliveries—lobster, champagne, desserts—devouring it all in front of him. Evan begged for scraps, but they only fed him copious loads of their thick she-cum, straight from the source, and quenched his thirst with their piss poured directly into his open mouth.

By Sunday night, as they finally dressed and prepared to leave with his wallet lighter and a promise to "visit again soon," Evan lay curled on the floor—a shattered, cum-crusted shell of his former sleazy self. His "lucky" night had transformed him into the sisters' permanent tropical bitch, and deep down, in the haze of submission, he knew he'd crave their return.

THE END

THERAPY 2

Therapy – Part 2

By Ramvo

Sunday Morning

Timmy lay utterly spent, broken and tamed, on the softest surface he had known in days: the crumpled crotch of Dr. Maggy Kilmister’s worn satin panties. He was trapped inside one of the deep mahogany drawers of her bedroom dresser, surrounded by the heavy perfume of her lingerie and the lingering musk of her body.

Since Friday afternoon, when his own mother had casually deposited him—shrunken to barely three inches tall—into the suffocating crevice of Dr. Kilmister’s enormous ass, his life had become a feverish nightmare. The memories were both blurred and razor-sharp: the heat, the pressure, the endless slick darkness, the way the giantess had used him again and again without mercy. He had never imagined that “therapy” could be so degrading, so utterly dehumanizing.

Once his mother had left, laughing as she closed the door behind her, Timmy had become Dr. Kilmister’s personal plaything—and not just hers. Other women had visited the house over the weekend, curious friends and clients eager to sample the living toy Maggy kept in her drawer. But his real training, the systematic breaking of his will, had begun with Maggy’s young assistant, Jenny.

Jenny was a petite, deceptively sweet-looking psychology student—barely 5'2", with long golden-blonde hair, innocent blue eyes, and a body that seemed designed for sin. Her breasts were absurdly full and heavy for her tiny frame, straining against every top she wore, and her round, heart-shaped bubble butt jiggled hypnotically with every step. At normal size, Timmy would have worshipped her from afar. Now she was a playful, merciless goddess.

She had arrived only minutes after Timmy’s mother departed. The two women greeted each other with hungry kisses, hands already roaming, and carried the terrified boy straight to Maggy’s king-sized bed.

The First Session

The bedroom was bathed in warm afternoon light filtering through gauzy curtains. The air smelled of vanilla candles and feminine arousal. Maggy and Jenny stripped each other slowly, savoring the ritual. Maggy peeled Jenny’s tight denim miniskirt down her smooth thighs, revealing a tiny black g-string that disappeared between those perfect plump cheeks. Jenny, standing on the bed to reach, unclasped Maggy’s bra and let the doctor’s enormous, olive-skinned breasts spill free—heavy, pendulous, capped with wide dark areolas already stiffening in the cool air.

Timmy stood frozen on the duvet, staring up at the two giantesses locked in a slow, ravenous kiss. Maggy towered over Jenny like an Amazon, her curvaceous six-foot frame dwarfing the petite blonde, yet their bodies fit together with practiced intimacy. Their tongues danced visibly; soft moans filled the room. Timmy’s tiny cock, traitorous as ever, throbbed against his will.

Finally they broke the kiss and turned their heads in perfect unison toward him. Four gleaming eyes fixed on the little man. Identical wicked smiles curved their lips.

Maggy lay back against the mountain of pillows, her dark hair fanning across the silk. With two enormous fingers she plucked Timmy from the bed as casually as a crumb.

“Time to begin your real therapy, sweetheart,” she purred, bringing him close enough that her warm breath washed over him in humid waves. Her full lips glistened. “You’re going to learn respect. Obedience. Worship. And Jenny here—” she glanced at the grinning blonde—“is my lover and my very enthusiastic assistant. You’ll serve her just as eagerly as you serve me.”

She passed the trembling boy to Jenny, who cupped him in soft, manicured hands.

“Hi, Timmy,” Jenny cooed, voice sugary but dripping with menace. “Be a good boy and this will be fun for all of us.” She dragged her warm, wet tongue slowly up his entire body—head to toe—coating him in a glistening layer of saliva. He shuddered, equal parts terror and unwanted arousal.

Then the games truly began.

Jenny knelt between Maggy’s spread thighs and used Timmy like a living massage tool, rubbing his body in slow circles over the doctor’s massive breasts. The skin was warm silk beneath him; the scent of her perfume mingled with faint sweat. Whenever he slowed, Jenny pressed him harder against a thick, erect nipple the size of his head.

“Suck,” she ordered playfully. “Open wide, little man.”

She forced his face against the swollen bud until his jaws ached, his mouth stuffed with salty, rubbery flesh. Maggy moaned above them, arching her back, her enormous tits quivering with every breath.

From breasts they moved downward—across the taut ridges of Maggy’s abdomen, into the deep well of her navel where Timmy was repeatedly dunked like a toy in a pool. Then lower still.

Jenny positioned him directly at the entrance of Maggy’s pussy. The outer lips were plump and slick, framed by a neatly trimmed triangle of dark curls. Heat radiated against his skin; the musky scent was overwhelming. Jenny pushed him forward until he was wedged helplessly between the dripping folds.

He screamed—sound muffled instantly as Jenny’s fingertip sealed his face against the yielding flesh.

“Shhh,” she whispered. “First rule: toys don’t talk unless spoken to.”

With deliberate slowness she worked him deeper—feet-first—until only his head remained outside, framed obscenely by Maggy’s labia. Jenny admired her handiwork, then gave one final push.

Timmy vanished completely into the hot, rippling tunnel.

Inside was a living nightmare: slick walls pulsing around him, squeezing rhythmically, coating him in thick juices. The more he thrashed, the tighter the tunnel gripped, and the louder Maggy moaned overhead. When her orgasm hit, the muscular contractions nearly crushed him. A gush of fluid blasted him outward; he shot free like a cork, dangling upside-down by one ankle, coughing and sputtering, drenched in her release.

Jenny plucked him up, dangling him in front of her smiling lips.

“Rough first ride?” she teased. “Don’t worry. The next one’s even more… intimate.”

Maggy rolled onto her stomach, then lifted her hips, presenting her magnificent ass. The cheeks were smooth bronze globes, impossibly round and firm, parting slightly to reveal the deep shadowed cleft. She looked back over her shoulder, dark eyes glittering.

“Remember Friday, Timmy? When your mommy tucked you in here for safekeeping?” She wiggled; the cheeks clapped softly together. “This time you’re going much deeper.”

Jenny laid him in the sweaty valley of Maggy’s crack and spent long minutes kneading and spanking the gigantic buttocks, making them bounce and quake around the helpless boy. Sweat beaded and rolled down the cleft, soaking him anew. The scent was dizzying—musk and heat and faint traces of the doctor’s earlier arousal.

At last Jenny guided him downward until his face pressed against the puckered ring of Maggy’s anus. It flexed greedily, already slick. The heat was intense; the smell earthy and forbidden.

“Please…” Timmy managed to sob.

Jenny only laughed. “In you go, little butt-plug.”

She pushed—slowly, inexorably—feet first into the tight, clenching hole. The ring stretched around his ankles, his knees, his hips. Every inch drew a fresh wail from him and a throaty moan from Maggy. When his head finally slipped past the ring with a wet pop, darkness swallowed him whole.

Jenny left her finger buried a few inches inside, wiggling it to seat him properly, before withdrawing with a satisfied sigh.

For what felt like hours Timmy fought in the crushing, slimy tunnel. The walls rippled and squeezed in rhythmic waves; whenever his struggles slowed, Maggy clenched deliberately, forcing him to redouble his efforts. Jenny lay sprawled across Maggy’s back, kissing her neck, murmuring filthy encouragement.

At last another thunderous orgasm rippled through the giantess. The rectum contracted so violently Timmy blacked out, his last sensation the deafening roar of Maggy’s pleasure echoing through her body.

When he came to, Jenny’s lips were sealed around Maggy’s anus, sucking gently. Inch by inch she drew his limp, slime-covered body out like obscene taffy. When his head emerged she bit down lightly on his torso—just enough to hold him—then shook him playfully from side to side while both women laughed.

They deposited the half-conscious boy on a silk pillow to recover and immediately turned their attention back to each other—kissing, grinding, fingers buried deep—whispering about all the lessons still to come.

The therapy, they agreed, was progressing beautifully.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Therapy Part 3

 Therapy – Part 3 

By Ramvo 

Domination by horny mistresses continues

Sunday Evening

The bedroom reeked now: heavy vanilla undercut by raw sweat, spent sex, and the faint metallic tang of fear-sweat that no candle could mask. The lamps had been dimmed to dying embers; long shadows stretched like fingers across sweat-damp sheets.

Timmy no longer lay peacefully on Jenny’s breast.

He was pinned facedown across the thick, ridged center of Maggy’s right nipple—arms and legs splayed wide, wrists and ankles lashed tight to the pebbled areola with fine black threads torn from one of Jenny’s ruined stockings. Every shallow breath Maggy took lifted and dropped him like a living yo-yo; every heartbeat thudded through the rubbery flesh beneath him, rattling his teeth.

He had screamed himself hoarse hours ago. Now he only whimpered—small, broken animal sounds.

Jenny knelt astride Maggy’s waist, facing backward, her plump bubble-butt hovering inches above Timmy’s tiny prison. The blonde’s cheeks were flushed crimson from earlier spankings; handprints still glowed angrily across both globes. Between them, her asshole winked—still slick and slightly gaping from where Maggy had spent twenty savage minutes fist-fucking her while Timmy watched, helpless, from the headboard.

“Time to turn up the volume,” Maggy said, voice low and gravelly. She pinched her own nipple between thumb and forefinger—slowly increasing pressure until the tender bud compressed around Timmy’s body like a fleshy vise. His ribs creaked audibly. A thin scream tore from his throat.

Jenny giggled—high and cruel—and lowered herself until the sweaty cleft of her ass swallowed the tiny bound figure whole. Maggy’s nipple disappeared between those plump cheeks with a wet squelch. Timmy’s world became crushing darkness, suffocating heat, and the obscene musk of Jenny’s most private places. Her asshole flexed once—deliberately—kissing the top of his head before sliding down to trap his face against the puckered ring.

“Feel that?” Jenny purred, grinding in slow, filthy circles. “That’s where bad boys go when they stop being fun.”

Maggy released her nipple. The sudden release of pressure sent a jolt of blood back into the swollen flesh; Timmy convulsed as the areola swelled around him again, mashing him deeper into Jenny’s crack. The blonde moaned and rocked harder—smearing him back and forth across her twitching hole like a living wipe.

“Beg,” Maggy ordered.

Timmy tried. The word came out mangled, muffled by sweaty skin and pulsing muscle.

“Louder.”

He screamed it this time—raw, shredded: “Please—please—please—”

Jenny lifted just enough to let him breathe, then slammed back down, smothering the plea mid-word. She laughed, delighted.

“He’s still got some fight,” she said over her shoulder. “Let’s fix that.”

Maggy reached between Jenny’s thighs and spread the blonde’s dripping cunt wide with two fingers. The inner lips parted with a sticky sound; a thick rope of arousal drooled onto Timmy’s upturned face. Jenny shifted forward, aligning herself, then sat—hard.

Timmy’s head and shoulders vanished into Jenny’s soaked pussy in one brutal plunge. The walls clamped like a fist. She didn’t give him time to adjust—she simply started riding, bouncing with short, vicious strokes that slapped her ass against Maggy’s mound over and over. Each descent drove him deeper; each lift dragged him halfway out only to ram him back in again. The wet, rhythmic squelching filled the room like obscene applause.

Maggy watched, eyes glittering, one hand fisting her own cunt in time with Jenny’s rhythm while the other reached back to spread her own ass cheeks wide.

“Deeper,” she growled.

Jenny obeyed instantly. She rose onto her knees, angled her hips, and dropped with all her weight.

Timmy disappeared to the waist inside her spasming channel. Jenny froze there—impaled and trembling—then began to grind in slow, punishing circles, stirring him like a swizzle stick inside her molten core.

Maggy’s voice cut through the wet sounds: “Now the other hole.”

Jenny lifted off with an obscene pop. Timmy dangled from her cunt lips for a heartbeat—coated head to toe in thick, glistening cream—before Jenny flipped around and presented her ass directly over Maggy’s waiting mouth.

Maggy didn’t hesitate. She sealed her lips around Jenny’s still-gaping asshole and sucked—hard. Timmy’s body was yanked forward by the vacuum until his face mashed against the inside of Jenny’s rectal ring. The muscle flexed once, twice—then opened.

He slid inside headfirst, dragged by the powerful suction of Maggy’s mouth and the greedy clench of Jenny’s bowels. The tunnel was tighter here, hotter, dirtier. Ridged walls rippled around him like a living peristaltic wave, pulling him inexorably deeper with every swallow.

Jenny moaned—long and broken—as Maggy’s tongue speared inside alongside Timmy, forcing him even farther up the spasming chute. When the doctor finally pulled back with a wet gasp, a glistening string of saliva and ass-juice connected her lips to Jenny’s hole. Timmy’s kicking feet were just visible—framed obscenely by the stretched pink pucker—before another hard clench sucked them out of sight.

Inside, the pressure was apocalyptic.

Every heartbeat slammed through the walls like artillery. Every breath Jenny took dragged him forward another fraction of an inch. When she clenched—deliberately, viciously—the tunnel became a crushing fist that squeezed the air from his lungs and forced a thin, reedy scream from his mouth.

Maggy lay back, pulling Jenny down on top of her so their bodies aligned chest-to-chest, cunt-to-cunt. She wrapped long legs around the smaller woman’s waist and locked her ankles.

“Ride it out,” Maggy whispered against Jenny’s ear. “Make him feel every inch of what he’s become.”

Jenny began to grind—slow at first, then faster, harder—using the tiny body trapped in her ass like an internal dildo. Each roll of her hips drove him deeper; each clench made the tunnel spasm around him in violent waves. Maggy matched her rhythm, grinding their soaked pussies together until the wet slap-slap-slap became a continuous roar.

When Jenny came, it was cataclysmic.

Her asshole clamped down like a steel trap. The muscular ring convulsed in long, rolling waves that dragged Timmy helplessly back and forth through the spasming tunnel. A hot flood of her juices poured down around him, coating the walls, making every slide slicker, faster, more punishing. She screamed—raw and animal—hips bucking so violently that Maggy had to pin her down to keep her from flying off.

Maggy followed seconds later. Her own orgasm triggered a sympathetic clench in Jenny’s bowels; the two women’s bodies locked together in a shuddering, sweating knot while Timmy was battered between contracting walls like a rag in a washing machine.

When it finally ended, Jenny collapsed forward onto Maggy’s chest, panting. Maggy stroked her sweat-soaked hair with surprising gentleness.

A long minute passed.

Then Jenny reached back, spread her cheeks wide, and bore down.

Timmy emerged—slowly, reluctantly—ejected headfirst from her gaping, quivering asshole in a rush of hot air and thick slime. He landed on Maggy’s sternum with a wet slap, limp, coated head to toe in ass-juice and shame.

Neither woman spoke for several heartbeats.

Finally, Maggy lifted his tiny, broken body between thumb and forefinger and held him up to the lamplight. His chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged gasps. His eyes—wide and glassy—stared at nothing.

Maggy smiled—a slow, satisfied predator’s smile.

“Say it,” she commanded softly.

Timmy’s lips moved. No sound at first. Then, barely audible:

“…thank you… Mistress…”

Jenny purred and kissed Maggy’s neck.

“Therapy complete?” she asked.

Maggy turned Timmy slowly, inspecting him like a piece of jewelry.

“Not yet,” she murmured. “But he’s very, very close.”

She lowered him between their joined bodies—nestling him in the hot, slippery crease where cunt met cunt—then pressed their mounds together one final time, sealing him inside the suffocating furnace of their combined heat.

“Sleep there,” Maggy whispered. “Dream of how small you are. How useless. How owned.”

Jenny giggled sleepily and clenched once—softly.

Timmy twitched once inside their joined sexes.

Then he went still.

Perfectly still.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Garden of Delights I

 Garden of Delights: Friday Afternoon

In the sun-drenched backyard of the Grupper house, the air hummed with the scent of blooming roses and freshly cut grass. Sam's mom, Mrs. Grupper, stepped out onto the patio, wiping her hands on her apron. "Sam! Sam, where are you?" she called out, her voice echoing through the garden.

A mischievous giggle floated back from behind the tall hedge. Peering around it, Mrs. Grupper's face lit up with a knowing smile. There, sprawled on a colorful beach towel under the relentless summer sun, was her son Sam—tiny, no bigger than a doll in this new world where women towered like goddesses over shrunken men. And manipulating him with gleeful abandon was Misty, their bubbly teenage neighbor, a blonde bombshell of 16 with curves that could eclipse the sun itself.

Misty had Sam's naked body pressed firmly against her slick, shaved pussy, rubbing him up and down like a living vibrator. Soft moans escaped her lips as she ground against him, her juices already drenching his skin and matting his hair. Sam's discarded clothes lay crumpled nearby, forgotten relics of his former dignity.

Oh God, no—no, this can't be happening, Sam thought, his heart pounding like a war drum in his tiny chest. I was just looking, just a peek at her sunbathing... she's so huge, those curves like mountains. Now I'm naked, slick—her juices everywhere, sticking to my skin, my face, my dick. It's hardening against my will, traitorous body! The warmth, the pressure... it's suffocating, intoxicating. Stop it!

Spotting Mrs. Grupper, Misty didn't miss a beat. She flashed a wicked grin, holding Sam up like a trophy. "Hi, Mrs. Grupper! I was just playing with Sam a little bit..." She giggled mischievously. "I caught him staring at me while I sunbathed, so I thought I'd show him my body a little closer."

Mrs. Grupper chuckled warmly, unfazed. "That's great, Misty. I know you're a teen girl now, beginning to explore your body and all the sensations you can get from playing with boys and men."

"Men can't help themselves, right?" Misty added, eyeing Sam's glistening form—and the raging boner that betrayed his helpless arousal despite his protests.

She sees it—Mom sees it! Sam's mind screamed, humiliation crashing over him like a tidal wave. My own erection, mocking me while I'm used like this. And Mom's... smiling? Why isn't she horrified? Betrayal stabs deeper than Misty's grip.

"They can't help themselves indeed," Mrs. Grupper agreed, her tone matter-of-fact. "But we have to teach them to behave and obey our every whim. After all, since all females are now gigantic compared to men, it's only natural."

"Help! Help, Mom, please tell her to stop!" Sam cried out, his voice a pathetic squeak as he dangled from Misty's fingers, slick and dizzy. Please, Mom—save me! I'm your son, not her toy! Rage boils in my chest—I'll fight this, scream louder!

Mrs. Grupper shook her head gently. "I can't tell Misty to stop, Sam. She found you spying on her, and as a giantess, she can use you to satisfy her needs if she wants."

She can't? She won't? The words hit like a sledgehammer, shattering his hope. Abandoned. By my own mother. Terror coils in my gut—what if I can't escape? What if... part of me likes the warmth, the power pressing me? No! Stop that thought—it's poison!

"Yuppie!! You heard that, Sam. Your mom has given me explicit permission to play with you now!" Misty cheered, twirling his body in the air until his head spun. "Now listen, Sam—you're a grown man, and I'm entitled to play with you if I want."

Twirling... dizzy... world blurring, Sam reeled internally, nausea mixing with unwanted sparks of arousal from the motion against her skin. Permission? I'm hers now? A grown man—reduced to this. Pride crumbling, fury fading to despair. Her giggles thunder in my skull. I was somebody once...

Mrs. Grupper nodded approvingly. "Exactly. Have fun, you two. I'll be inside if you need anything."

With that, she sauntered back to the house, leaving Sam to his fate. She's gone. Just like that. Shock numbs me—heart still racing, but the fight... it's slipping. Humiliation burns eternal. What have I become?

Garden of Delights: Friday Afternoon (Lotion Duty)

The afternoon stretched into a haze of humid delight for Misty. She rolled onto her stomach with a contented sigh, her massive, sun-kissed ass arched high like twin moons begging for worship. The sheer scale of her cheeks loomed over Sam like endless golden hills, their smooth curves glistening faintly in the sunlight. "Time for your real work, little spy," she teased, her voice a playful rumble that vibrated through the air. She plucked a dollop of tan lotion from the bottle—the globule easily the size of Sam's torso—and plopped it onto her left cheek with a wet splat. "Rub it all over my booty. Every inch. Make it perfect."

Hours? This can't be hours, Sam thought, staring up at the vast expanse before him, his body still slick and trembling from her earlier use. My arms already ache from fighting, and now this endless ass—smooth, hot, coconut-scented hell. It's everywhere, her scent overwhelming, musky and sweet. I'm just a bug sliding on skin. Disgust churns in my stomach, but... that warmth against me again. No—focus! Obey or else. Exhaustion weighs me down already. Why does obeying feel... inevitable?

Trembling, Sam waded into the lotion puddle and began working it into her flesh. His tiny hands and body slid across the alluring surface, spreading the creamy white across her curves. The heat of her skin enveloped him completely, her natural musk mixing with the tropical lotion to flood his senses. Minutes blurred into what felt like eternity as he climbed, rubbed, and smeared—his muscles burning, sweat mingling with the slick mess.

Keep going... up this mountain of ass. Her purrs vibrate through me—pleasure? For her. Shame floods me; I'm degrading myself, worshipping a teenager's booty like it's my job. But my dick throbs again, traitorous, rubbing against her as I move. Hate it! Hate this heat building inside me. I was a man with a life—now her lotion boy. Creeping shame: Part of me... likes the softness? No! Rage flickers, but it's so tired...

After what seemed like hours, Misty hooked a finger into her tiny g-string and peeled it off with a flourish, tossing it aside like trash. The fabric fluttered down nearby, a mocking reminder of her casual dominance. The air shifted—muskier now, more intimate—as her bare crack came into view, a deep, shadowy valley between her massive cheeks. "Good boy," she cooed. "Now do my crack too. Deep as you can go."

Sam froze for a heartbeat, staring into the dark crevice. Oh fuck, the crack—dark, musky, endless. That scent hits like a wave, earthy and overpowering. My heart races—disgust twists my gut. Do I have a choice? Mom said obey... Swallowing bile, he obliged, slathering lotion deep into the valley. His body sank between the cheeks, the walls of flesh pressing warm and yielding around him as he worked.

Misty sighed contentedly, her body relaxing under his efforts, a low purr rumbling from her throat. "You're doing such good work on my booty," she said happily, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She glanced back over her shoulder, her blue eyes sparkling mischievously between the massive, rounded globes that dwarfed him completely. "Now... I want you to rub my butthole too!"

Her butthole? Sam's mind reeled, horror crashing through the exhaustion. No—no way. That's too much, too intimate. The smell intensifies here, thick and forbidden. My stomach lurches—disgust, pure and raw. But her eyes... commanding, expectant. Unwanted spark: That tightness I glimpsed earlier... No! Stop!

Before he could even squeak a protest, Misty reached back and spread her cheeks wider with both hands, exposing her puckered entrance like a gateway to another world. It winked at him, warm and inviting in her mind, terrifying in his. "Get your arm inside my ass!" she ordered, her tone brooking no argument—cheerful yet ironclad.

Arm inside? Up to my shoulder? Panic surged, his breath coming in tiny gasps. It's pulsing, alive—tight, hot. The walls will clamp me, own me. Humiliation burns: I'm about to fist a teenager's ass. Rage screams—fight her! But his body betrayed him again, moving on autopilot. Trembling, Sam plunged in. His arm sank up to the shoulder into her tight, warm rectum—the velvet walls clenching around him like a living vice, sucking him deeper with rhythmic pulses.

Oh God—it's everywhere! Tight, pulsing, clamping so hard I can't pull back. Her heat suffocates, her scent chokes me—musky, intimate hell. Nausea roils, but... that grip, massaging me too? Dizzy, trapped. My boner rages harder—why? Her power? The forbidden thrill? Self-loathing floods: I'm aroused by this degradation!

"When you have it all in, start moving it around!" Misty demanded, her voice breathy with anticipation. "Massage me good, little toy!"

Sam obeyed his teenage conqueror, twisting and thrusting his limb deep inside her. The tight rectum clamped rhythmically, gripping his arm as he stirred her most intimate depths. Misty shook with pleasure, her moans echoing through the garden like thunderclaps—waves of ecstasy rippling across her giant form. "Ohhh, yes! Deeper, little toy! Just like that!"

Her moans shake my world—each one a earthquake. She's quivering, blissed out, and I'm the cause? Nausea mixes with... sparks? Her pleasure echoing in me, stirring something dark. Exhaustion peaks—arm burning, body slick with lotion and sweat. Pride shattered completely: I was somebody. Now? Her ass puppet. Creeping resignation: Obeying feels... natural. God, forgive me—arousal wins. I hate this. I need it to end. But her purrs... they pull me deeper.

By the time she finally released him—panting and spent, her skin glowing with a perfect tan—Misty scooped him up and planted a sticky kiss on his lotion-smeared face. "Perfect work, Sam! You're my favorite toy already." She giggled, oblivious to the war raging in his tiny soul.

Done... finally. Collapsing inside—physically spent, emotionally gutted. Humiliation eternal, a brand on my psyche. That unwanted thrill lingers, mocking me. What have I become? And the weekend's just starting... Despair whispers: No escape.