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Johnny Rock, the cur that worked as the doorman at the front entrance, recognized him and let him through without any hassle. True to the rumor, war curs don't forget faces. Matthew was given a polite greeting by the other security guys working the front and was promptly shown in and was wished a pleasant evening. Matthew was certain he would, too. The girl at the front desk was a different girl from the one he'd met last time he was here. She was a human girl in her twenties similarly aged to him. He had to show her his credentials to get past her desk and into the establishment. Again, Matthew had found himself at the doorstep of Every Man's Sin, the place where every sin both legal and not could be found and enjoyed. Aptly named, it was.

He remembered the layout of the building from his last visit. It wasn't difficult this time to find his way around, either. The first time he'd been here he had been so nervous that he'd been walking on autopilot using the directions from employees as his only guide. This time he was picking up on all the signage and directories without fail and making mental notes of where everything was. A number of the staff asked him if he needed any help, but he politely declined them all as he knew his destination already. The last time he was here he had exhausted his imagination on the woman he was again paying to sleep with him. She had been an eager counterpart to the loss of his innocence and now, weeks later, he was back to see if she would be a willing counterpart to his growing experience.

Matthew had found that life after his birthday had an element of emptiness to it. It was a bit of a painful discovery if he was being honest. Porn just wasn't the same for him but his libido had taken a... rather intense turn. He'd been given a taste of paradise and the smut on his computer screen was no longer enough to satisfy him. His satisfaction was no longer guaranteed, to pervert the aging phrase. His hand was a failure each time. He would certainly climax under his own direction, but it was just a dull release. Worse yet there were times when he'd just give up on trying to find release. The climax just didn't feel worth the effort. Everything just felt sub par! It lacked the potency he had achieved that night. His heart wasn't left racing and he was left utterly let down like an anticlimactic ending to a film he'd had such high hopes for.

He wanted to experience that intense release again. The gravity of Every Man's Sin was calling out to him and drawing his thoughts back to that place. His imagination was a poor substitute for the reality that lay within its walls. The place where he'd lost the last vestiges of his innocence and left him walking away a man. He needed to be here at Every Man's Sin again to feel that again, that sweet release. The pull was too great for a common man like Matthew to fight and now it was here on its well trod carpet that he now stood.

There were several private kiosks in the casino side of the building. He used one of them to check on his reservation. He'd checked it before he arrived, too, but again he was making certain. He felt his hands grow sweaty as he saw that room number 34 was reserved by Patron 3404. That was his number. Logging out and moving on he passed by one of Every Man's Sins other sex workers as he made his way down the next hall. Matthew knew what she was because of her outfit. None of the patrons were so under dressed and all of the other employees were in suits and maid get ups. The girl was pretty and pleasant, and he gave her a polite smile and nod, but beyond that he was disinterested in her. How could he ever be interested when he was drawing ever closer to that lacquered door? Matthew couldn't even remember the girl's skin color, or if she was even human. He hadn't been paying attention. He just remember a tight blue dress, and that was that. A piece of him felt guilty for being so dismissive, but a stronger part of him was pressuring him to walk faster.

Matthew followed the familiar hallway and passed by another one of the working girls, but paid her only enough to attention to remain polite. He took a mint from the bowl, in the same place as before at the hallway's intersection, as he rounded the corner. He could smell flowers now, but he couldn't remember there being any kind of perfume in the hallways before. He doubted it was for him, but it felt unusual to be picking up so many more nuanced details as he walked the path for the second time. Perhaps he had really been out of sorts back then and now his head was on straight to free up his senses.

He didn't even count the numbers on the doors this time. Matthew remembered where to go and he was knocking at the door before his feet could even settle themselves into a full stop. There was a pregnant pause, and he felt himself go unsteady like his balance was giving way to throw him toward the door to be caught by the the lacquered wood. He breathed deep and righted himself with effort. He was just nervous and he fought back the butterflies . Then the door opened to him and he felt again like he was to fall head over heels.

“I guess I did my job right, didn't I sweetie?" Those were the first words out of her mouth after the door was opened. The woman, the magnetic Jupiter, leaned herself against the doorframe and stared at him with a coy smile and narrow gaze that bordered on sultry. “Well, do come in, sweetheart."

Matthew stumbled into the room, but she was kind enough to ignore his lack of grace. His heart was pounding, too, but he put in an effort to keep himself composed. She drew him deeper into the room where he had spent his last visit. It was the same, but this time he paid attention to his surroundings. She shut the door behind him and in moments she was then standing at his back and wrapping her arms around him. The room was warm with richly colored wood and fabrics bouncing from shades of roguish oranges to spicy reds. It was a cozy palette to be surrounded by. Cozy like her arms wrapped about him like the softest of scarves.

“I don't often get repeat customers, you know? Most men treat me like a bucket list." she commented while burying her face into his hair with affection. Her hands rubbed his shoulders firmly and he felt himself falling into her grip without any hesitation. His knees felt weak as he inhaled and took in all of that rich perfume aroma. Buried within that scent were the hints of her fur. Earthy and rich with flowers sewn within it. It was feminine and primal at once.

“I…" Matthew began to speak only for him to fall silent once more. What was he going to say to her? Was he going tell her that he couldn't get himself off and enjoy it without her being the root cause of his release? That his every climax felt hollow and empty without her there to draw it from him herself? How much of his pride could he stomach to swallow this evening?

“Why are you here for a second helping, hmm?" She cooed and whispered in his ear while taking care of his neck and shoulders with a firm rubbing and squeezing that worked kinks out of muscles he hadn't noticed were there. He was just tense, is all. It was understandable given his circumstances, after all.

“I don't know." he lied, and the cold feeling of guilt swam through his gut. She nipped at one of his ears and chuckled lightly. Oh, she felt so warm there at his back, he thought to himself and was glad that only he alone could hear his thoughts.

“You liar." She told him quietly. So she knew, or maybe she didn't know, but she knew there was a reason. Prostitutes must have the skill of knowing when their clients have reasons for going to them. How else would a working girl get customers to keep coming back to her if she couldn't find their needs that needing fulfilling or their weaknesses that could be exploited?

“I want to cum with you." He confessed to her awkwardly, like a bad effort at sexting. He had visited her to finally have his first chance to climax with pleasure in weeks. Then he felt it, the chill and the heat. At once like ice dipped into water dialed to a roiling boil. Confessing his sin to her of his personal failure did not feel liberating for him at all, it felt sham-

“Of course you do." She silenced his thoughts with a cut from her voice. It was like the most delicate and deadly of knives. “Tell me why you want to cum."

“You were perfect." Matthew told her, and he truly believed that he wasn't lying just to please her. Hearing it spoken out loud made him tremble a little. It sounded so cliche and tired. She'd find him to be just another underwhelming manchild coming to nip at her heels. How many men really do chase her, telling her flattery and compliments, he wondered. The word 'perfect' felt too overused and tired to describe what he had felt with her, but he couldn't think of any other word that would fit her any more accurately.

“I was a war cur. A dirty dog bitch." she told him, which was something he knew many would say to her, but just listening to her say the words aloud stung him. Matthew felt the sting of that slur as if he was a cur himself. It hurt to hear because she was not… she was much more than just a callous slur. She abandoned his neck and shoulders and placed them down onto his hips. “There are other girls here. You could have shopped around. Miranda said you didn't even look at other profiles when you made your reservation."

He started to panic. Could they really see what he looked at and who he'd browsed. Well of course they could! It was their website. Every time he logged him they were watching his every click and scroll. Watching, learning. What better way to milk a man of his money than to study his vices… Jupiter would of course know that he'd made a beeline straight to her and her alone. There was no downplaying his motivations now. He felt trapped within her gentle yet almost claustrophobic embrace.

“I can't enjoy myself without you." Matthew whispered. His admission felt like a death sentence on his pride. He felt helpless with her overtaking his senses one synapse at a time. The room was once again forgotten as she engulfed him in her arms and the warmth of her body bled into his own. Caressing him, rocking him side to side with a subtle sway of her hips, Matthew drank deeply of her presence near him.

“Was I that good for you?" Jupiter asked him with her sweet yet husky voice. She was kind to him in her caress, caring and affectionate. “Maybe I was too good?"

“I… nothing is the same… Miss Jupiter." he told her sincerely. She chuckled down at him. Her hands found his chest and she strokes him slowly. Her thumbs casually brushed over his nipples with just enough firmness for him to know that she was intentionally stroking them idly as her hands roamed to and fro.

“What did you love the most about me?" she asked of him. Her fingers found his hair and she traced her digits across his scalp. He shut his eyes for her and savored the attention she was giving to him. “Hmm, sweetheart?"

“E-everything." He told her weakly.

She turned him around and leaned forward, forcing him into a kiss. Her tongue dug deep until he gagged. Jupiter pulled back, but only just a little. She was owning his mouth with her own as her hands explored him again. He was wearing a similar outfit to the one he'd worn before, and she was quickly finding her way into it.

“Name something." She told him. His shirt was being unbuttoned as he struggled to think of one thing out of the great list of things that were there to be mentioned. Could he name her breasts, heavy as they were and so perfect in their shape? He could tell her about the warmth that radiated from her body like the ripples of heat off of summer soil. Her hands were playing with his belt buckle while his shirt lay open in front of him.

“I, uh," his voice sounded pitiful to his ears. Empty noises with no strength of conviction. Jupiter was easing his pants down. Should he tell her about how he loved her gorgeous curves, then?

“Take off your shirt, sweetheart." she told him. He shrugged and let the shirt fall off his shoulders to drop down to the floor in a pool about his feet. His pants joined his shirt at the floor shortly thereafter.

“Step out." She told him and he did as instructed and stepped free of his pants. She had undone his shoes and held fast to them so his feet could easily slide free of their grasp. Now he was only left to stand awkwardly with only his socks and underwear.

“I don't know know what to say." he finally told her. He was unable to settle on any one thing that he felt could satisfy her. He didn't even know if it was possible to satisfy her with how much there was to gush and praise her for. The overabundance of choice had left him speechless.

“You can't even think of one thing you like most?" She told him from her knees in what sounded much like a playful pout. Her hands were tracing fingers around the hem of his now tented underwear. The more she stroked across the fabric the tighter it was pulled by his growing erection.

“No! I mean, no, you're- Everything about you is-" He started.

“Shh." She cut him off and he fell silent for her. Jupiter's eyes were locked onto his crotch, he could see. She looked up at him as her head drew nearer to his tent. She inhaled a breath at the fabric barrier separating his rigid staff from the careful embrace of her lips. “You smell so lovely tonight."

“Why don't I tell you what I like instead." she said to him just before she nuzzled his groin. Her face was buried into the fabric as she rubbed against him with firm strokes of her face. He gasped as the pressure grew. Like a cat bumping its head into its master's leg Jupiter was rubbing and pressing her face into the center of his masculinity. From Matthew's vantage it was like she was trying to soak her very fur with the essence of his scent. Letting him claim her in the primal ways of old, the aroma of a male painting his female as his property. She looked up at him devilishly.

“Oh-ok…" he replied. What on Earth would she say to him?

She hooked her thumbs in his underwear and tugged them down until out popped his cock from under the elastic band. It bounced in front of her face, which seemed to delight her. The dark furred cur actually licked her chops as she stared at it. Wordlessly, she guided his underwear off his body and instructed him via her hands to step free from them, which he did with bated breath.

“I like…" she began slowly, but then stood up quickly to reach her full height. Her breasts bumped across his face as she did so. “How you do what I say."

She pushed him gently on the chest and he was forced to step backwards. She kept pushing at him until he was nervously walking backwards with her hands resting on his chest. His heart fluttered in a panic as she guided him along at her own pace.

“Lay on the bed." She told him, but he didn't have any choice either way as she had walked him back so far that the edge of the bed caught him behind the knees and he dropped backwards. With legs dangling off the edge of the bed Jupiter planted her hands on his thighs and slid them all the way down until his ankles were in her hands. Her eyes never lost their focus on his own. She pulled off his socks with a quick motion.

“You were a very good boy last time. I like young men that know how to listen." she said, and just like a good boy he listened. His heart was racing within his chest. “Do you want to listen tonight, too? I have lots to say."

He felt himself nod before he could register the thought to make the action. What would she say, he thought? He felt foolish for even wondering. Matthew knew not the words she'd use, but given her behavior she knew he was going to be in for a different sort of night than the last. It fucking excited him!

“That's lovely, sweetie. Now watch me strip. Just for you." she instructed.

And so he watched. She was like a heavenly body in motion just like her namesake. Her outfit was sublime and a perfect snug fit for all of her gyrations. Her hands slid up and down her figure as she moved for him and with every touch she nudged and tugged at her wardrobe until, bit by bit, pieces began to fall like autumn leaves.

Somehow she made every action erotic. Even when she wiggled and tugged her dress over her head she was slithering like a serpent ready to strike and he was captivated like he was the victim of the charmer's song. Her serpentine motions, so mesmerizing, were nearly hypnotic.

Jupiter was then left bare as a babe for him of all her articles save her stockings. With a step she crossed the gap she'd maintained between them during her dance and took him by the neck gently. With strength he could not hope to measure she pushed him back and his will was now squarely her's. Shoved back without ceremony she had him prostrate on the cushioned bedding below.

“I'm going to have my way with you, tonight." she said to him as a matter of fact. Jupiter accentuated her words with a lick of her teeth and a smile from her lips. There he lay, naked and helpless before her, a deadly cur licking her chops like a wolf before mutton. He shivered for her as his heartbeat quickened further.

“Ok." Was what he managed to whisper.

“Yes, ma'am." She corrected him and he could only nod for her.

“Yes, ma'am." He did manage to amend himself after a dry swallow. He was beginning to sweat profusely.

“That's much better. Now, if you behave yourself I'll do things to you that will have you coming back for a third time." She promised him. Without another word she began crawling over him like he was her prey. Her body was so much larger than his that it had him feeling like a kitten before a lioness. Jupiter touched her hot and wet tongue to his navel and drug it up to his neck in a single motion where she could then lap at his chin playfully. “You taste divine, my sweet and salty man."

Her knees sank into the bedding as her weight settled fully onto the mattress. Matthew felt her grab him around his waist and with an effortless motion she hoisted him aloft and tossed him into the center of the bed with a flick. Eyes wide with surprise he was trapped again by her captivating body. Jupiter sank lower and lower down his torso with head brought low and rump lifted high like a feline set to pounce upon a target with laser precision. Her breath touched him before her lips could embrace his shaft. A hot wave of air washed over him to be quickly followed by the most moist of velvets. He was inside her and he felt a rush of air force its way out of him as he gasped. She was electrifying him with her skill!

Her oral skills had his toes curling and hands pawing at the comforter. She was too good and she was only getting better now she had found the combination to his climax. Jupiter planted a firm hand in the center of his chest when he began to squirm too much for her liking. Now pinned in place he discovered that her free hand was now snaking its way between his legs and underneath his rear.

“W-wait!" Matthew jumped when he felt the polished and blunt tip of a fingernail probe at his backdoor. Her other hand shoved him harder into the mattress to put an end to his struggle, and he nervously fell limp even as his body wanted to wildly squirm away. Matthew watched her with eyes wide as she glared up at him from her post upon his cock. Her gaze allowed for no argument from him and he began to pant as the smooth and cool nail sank within him until he could feel the blunt tip of a finger grace his entrance. He gripped the sheets and struggled under the power of the hand on his chest.

She was inside him and Matthew was awash with sensations he didn't know how to process. The tongue rolling across the shaft, the suction upon his cock, and now her finger probing and shifting inside his virgin ass left him gasping. She let go of his cock with a pop and heavy breath. Her tongue returned to his groin to hunt for his balls and when one was found she licked it heavily before engulfing the delicate nut in her maw. Then, with hands free skill she joined it with his second testicle. Humming for him she nursed his sac for a moment before dropping it free. Matthew could feel the saliva cooling all over his cock and balls from her sloppy and deliberate attentions.

“M-ma'am!" Matthew panted for her and squirmed under her palm as she probed and molested him. He reached his hands to his chest and grabbed at the hand binding him to her will. Jupiter's hand was bigger than his own and stronger despite her having seemingly delicate fingers. Her wrist became a handle for him as the cur shoved herself deeper inside him until all that was left was the final knuckle of her middle finger. It hurt, but she was touching at him in places he was now curious to understand. A sensation foreign but not unpleasant to him. He understood what she was doing to him now that the surprise was wearing off. She knew what she was doing and Matthew would trust her that she was going to give him pleasure.

Jupiter engulfed his cock again and suckled him with a powerful suction that left him confused with her intentions until she drug her mouth slowly off his cock. With every inch she pulled back the pressure and hold grew until she finally broke free from his tip to send his cock flipping free and slapping Matthew against his stomach.

“Do you like what I'm doing, sweetie?" She asked him. Matthew didn't know how to respond to her. “I'm not being bad, am I?"

“N-no!" Matthew quickly responded to defend her. “I-I…"

“Shh. Remember to say 'ma'am', sweetheart." She stopped and corrected him. Jupiter slid her digit free of his backside and lifted herself up to loom over him. “It's MY turn, sweetie."

Matthew nodded, the aftershocks of her attentions still rippling through his groin. “Y-yes, ma'am."

With that said Jupiter shifted and crawled across the bed until she was ahead of him and closer to the headboard. With grace he could never match she lightly touched and brushed across his face and let her fingers trace across his features until her fingertips found themselves underneath his chin. She quickly tapped at his chin.

“Come, scoot." She told him. He obeyed by shuffled backwards until he was further up the bed. She stopped him once the hand that was at his chin was now hovering over his chest. Again Matthew felt her hand pin him to the bed with a palm. “Good boy, sweetie."

“Stay right there. It's my turn to feel wonderful." Jupiter told him and Matthew watched as she lifted her hand off of his chest and began a slow seductive turn away from him on the bed until he had an ample view of her rump. She leaned over his crotch and gave his member a polite kiss before lifting up her leg and throwing a knee over to straddle him. Jupiter was over him and her new position gave him a face full of what lay nestled between her thighs. “Now eat."

With that one word she sat and Matthew was overtaken by her rump as she settled herself over his face. The folds of Jupiter's pussy pressed against his cheek to leave a slick spot before she began to rock her hips back and forth to drag her cunt across his face. She soaked him from one cheekbone to the other and smeared her love across everything in between. Matthew grabbed at her legs and in response Jupiter sank more weight onto his face. “No no, sweetie. The only part of you that gets to touch me is your face. Let go."

Matthew hesitated, but obeyed her command. He grabbed the bedspread instead and tried to breath. He got a lung full of her hot and heady aroma. Her juices were slick against his lips and he was already tasting her. He felt her hands wrap around his wrists and she pulled them away from the bed. She guided his hands under her and to his stomach where she planted them firmly and held them there with her own. Matthew would be going nowhere now. “Now eat, sweetheart."

And so Matthew started eating her. All he could see was grey and black. Her fur was now mashed and matted against his face as she sat fully onto him. He couldn't move and she refused to free his wrists. Jupiter kept both of his hands firmly planted over his stomach while she rocked and gyrated her cunt over his face with little care to his needs. It was his mouth that did all of his breathing as his nose was nestled firmly into the sopping folds of her pussy.

She was literally his entire world at that moment. There was no room, no building, not a single thing beyond the hot cunt dominating his senses. He free his nose from her mound and found her clit with his lips as a reward. Matthew sucked on it between his gasps for air. He tried to please her as she had bade him to do but he was unskilled and talentless. All he knew how to do was suck, lick, and kiss at her blindly. She wouldn't free him until she had an orgasm and he knew this almost as if it was an instinct he'd had since time immemorial. She'd dragged these instincts from a blistering ancient past no living man should have or remember, like a force of nature summoning deep from within him the means to satisfy her destructive need.

“Eat it, sweetie, you can do better than this!" She told him from up above. As if to punish him she let her weight sag a little more on him and he sank deeper into the bedding. She felt like a plush anvil settled over him to slowly smother and crush his body. The cool air of the room was tickling his cock as it stood at attention, totally ignored. His lover and now mistress would not touch him until she herself had been touched and pleased aplenty.

She growled up above him and let loose little noises and notes of pleasure. This made him flush red and skip more than a few heartbeats. Dry humping the open air he struggled to bury his face harder into her folds as he devoured every centimeter of the female flesh she had offered to him. He wished he had use of his hands so he could dig into her folds and poke and prod at her inner walls. His entire body was reduced to just being a desperate extension of his mouth as he writhed beneath her. As Matthew lashed her wildly with his tongue and lips his legs lashed at the bedding and his back arched like a cat on the verge of yowling.

“Good, boy, sweetie! Good!" Jupiter said and caressed his body harder with her weight. Matthew had to gasp for air repeatedly as she engulfed his head with her thighs. “You dirty boy!"

Taking a turn for the worse Jupiter shifted forward and rolled back again. The cur was rubbing and grinding her cunt against his face no differently that she would have ground herself into his hips. He was reduced to being but a toy as he lay trapped beneath her with the folds of her lips slipping and sliding over his nose and mouth faster than he could keep up with.

She moaned and whined over him as her hips rocked and bounced against him. With all her weight settling onto him he felt like he would surely break under the pressure. Consumed by her fleshy rump and mound above him, and devoured by the creaking bed below, Matthew was at her vicious mercy. She was as mighty as the crimson storm that tore apart the surface of her planetary namesake. With every lift of her hips he gasped only to be quickly cut off by the drop of her ass. Matthew was growing light headed. He was being slowly smothered by the heavenly body whose gravity he'd been pulled into.

When the light from the room seem to fade it all flooded back to him with bright startling light. The light fixture hanging above the bed fed his bleary eyes with so much of its glorious incandescence that he was left blinded. Even as his chest heaved with the intake of so much needed oxygen he was groping out with his hands, now freed, to pull his lover back to him.

The bed shook slightly and his hands were met with Jupiter's own. She laced her fingers between his and he blinked and saw her facing him. Straddling him again she dropped her hips onto his and sat atop him. Like horse and rider she rode him silently with gentle motions of her hips. His rigid cock lay trapped between her cunt and his stomach.

“Such a good boy you are, sweetie." Jupiter panted. The look in her eye seemed manic like she was sitting at the edge of climax when she pulled herself off of him. “Now I'm going to break you in!"

She cooed and smiled at him with a terrible lusty look. With her hands trapped in hers she kept him helpless. The cur growled, and he felt himself shiver. It was a deadlier growl, and she broke free of his hands to hoist herself aloft with one hand being planted firmly on his shoulder. The other found his cock and aimed it at her folds. Her lips kissed his tip and he was quickly consumed to the base by her heat.

With both hands finding a place on his shoulders he was left to weather the experience of a frantic pace. Jupiter continued her low growl as she sharply ground her hips into his as she punctuated her every spark of pleasure with a happy whine. Matthew reached for her and found her thighs. The powerful muscles hidden beneath her soft fur and skin drove his heart wilder in its pace. So much power! The war cur using him for her pleasure was a beast feasting on his cock with the most hungry of mouths.

She did not seem to pay any attention to him as she began to thrash more wildly on top of him. Her motions swung her tits and rocked the entire bed in greater and greater extremes. If she wasn't growling or whining her voice was singing out the most lustful of moans or the sharpest of barks. She was so feral it drove him to try to buck his hips up into hers to join her in her lust, but he found his and hips unwilling participants. He could hardly move himself beneath her let alone even trying to thrust up into the cur above him.

The headboard was starting to rock back and forth just like Jupiter's own swishing tail. Something about how she was throwing her weight around was ripping and tearing at the bed frame. The realization that she may very well rip the bed frame apart sent sparks through him. Elation and fear drove him wild! With every collision between her hips and his own Matthew felt the wind being squeezed out of his lungs as if he was nothing but a sponge to be rung out of his essence.

Jupiter, with all her veteran strength and size, was throwing a barrage of hammer falls onto his bruised thighs.

“Don't cum!" She shouted at him as she bounced atop him. The grip on his shoulders tightened more and she clenched her eyes shut as she rode him violently with a growing passion. He wouldn't dream, couldn't dream, of finishing before her. Matthew was swept up and mesmerized by her primal lust. The fear that stroked him cold only increased the tension he felt from the raging erection desperately twitching between her soaking hot lips. The discomfort and pain rolling over him from his legs and hips was nothing compared to the pleasure trickling up through his spine from the vice tight grip the cur held fast to his prick.

“Y-yes, ma'am!" He told her, loudly. Matthew clenched every muscle he had below the waist as she rode herself to climax on him. He clutched at her knees as she hoisted herself aloft only to let her full weight drop over him. Each time the bed rocked and creaked with the mattress crumbling underneath them. The corners of the mattress were lifting with each drop of her hips. Matthew felt like she'd surely break him if she kept this blistering pace up for too long.

“Not enough!" Jupiter lifted herself and his shaft left her clutching folds. He watched as she shifted onto the balls of her feet and her hands left his shoulders to plant themselves down to either side of his head. She sat on him. “Put me back in, sweetie! Now!"

Matthew immediately groped at himself to shove his cock back inside her impatient vice. Once she was satisfied with his spear again inside her she started her assault on him again. Repeatedly she dropped herself down onto his hips, and with the position changed to one with her straddling him on the balls of her feet. Her motions were more akin to the falls of a sledgehammer against the anvil of his poor pelvis. The sound of wet cunt gliding over a cock and that of hips colliding against one another was the music to which the room moved.

“Grab my wrists!" She ordered him. Matthew obeyed. Her wrists were strong and taught, as well her arms as she steeled herself for a steady flow of attacks against his body. “Don't you dare let go, sweetie!"

It was so difficult to weather and endure. Matthew clenched his teeth until they hurt. His hips ached and he felt the many places where he would surely be bruised the next day, and his cock throbbed with a painful need to release. His body was one with pleasure and pain but no matter what Matthew could not give in to one or the other. He could only give in to the demands of the heavenly celestial body destroying him in the wake of her titanic lust.

“Oh! Oh, sweetheart! Make me cum with your dick!" She shouted at him. Her face was contorting and twisting with pleasure and pain. Her legs were shaking and that same tremor was spreading to her abs and arms. Her body was slowly giving out on her, but she pushed onward through it to claim her orgasm from him. “Now! Do it!"

But Matthew could do nothing! He was at her mercy, forbidden from moving, forbidden from cumming, all he could do is exist and allow her gravity to pull from him whatever it wished. She scream sharply, but the noise was short lived. Matthew watched as well as felt her body slam itself into him one last time before watching her shake from her toes to her nose as her climax hit her. Jupiter bit down on her lower lip and whimpered over him whilst she stared at the ceiling through drunk and fluttering eyes.

Her orgasm was lengthy and his cock was angrily throbbing at him from the terrible denial it was suffering. Matthew was hungry for release, too, wasn't he! Would she let him pull from her the pleasure she had pulled from him? He prayed that she would, that she could! Finally then she spared him. With her body still trembling around his member she pulled herself free of him.

Panting, she allowed herself to fall to her side and roll onto her back. Laying side by side Matthew felt like he couldn't move. His toes worked, and his knees seemed to respond, but his hips felt brutalized. He couldn't lift his legs if he tried. He didn't want to try, he didn't have the strength. All he felt was the soreness and ache from her blistering pace and the angry throb of a cock left unspent. Deep within his groin he felt the pain of an orgasm that had been denied for far too long. He was left to be the Neptune to her Jupiter.

“Good boys get rewards, sweetheart." She said with an exhale. Matthew wanted to laugh but he didn't have the breathe to do so at the moment.

He felt her slip her arm under his back and in a slow motion she rolled him on top of her so that he against her belly to belly. “Fuck me, sweetie."

He wanted to, but every part of him felt tired except his groin. It was such a strange feeling to want something so badly and yet not having a body that was willing to doing it. He hugged himself to her and she spread her legs under him. It was natural for him to shift between her legs, but he didn't make any effort to do as she'd asked. He was almost content to lay atop her, having been used like a toy, and just enjoy the warmth of her company.

“Fuck. Me. Sweetie." She told him firmly. Her hands fell onto his shoulders and he felt her apply pressure. With her legs spreading further she pushed him up onto his arms and he caught her eyes. She looked tired, but she was not letting him off the hook. She was still in charge and she was telling him what to do. His 'reward' was just as much a command as everything else she'd put him through.

He paused. His arms still had strength, but he would have to move his legs and hips if he was going to fuck her. He'd had thought that he'd be out of adrenaline by now and yet his heart was again trying to pump more of the drug through his blood as if the cur had willed it herself.

“You are going to fuck me, understand?" She asked him firmly, and on the inside he understood, but he didn't know if he had the energy to do it. Jupiter reached for his cock, still stiff with hot blood, and she plugged her hole with him. He groaned over her. Everything was sensitive. She had groaned too.

“You didn't look like a pussy last time you were here." She insulted him. He looked at her, feeling hurt. She was glaring at him with a look in her eye and a smirk. “Sure, you were a virgin, but you had me convinced you'd learn how to really fuck a bitch like me, and put her in her place."

Matthew opened his mouth, but no words fell out. He was confused and didn't know what to say. She clenched the muscles of her cunt and he felt them around his cock. They flexed and he bit back another groan. “You let me use you like a fucking dildo. Did I fuck you so hard you forgot how to be a man?"

“Why-" He finally asked, he was feeling himself go soft. She stopped him by putting both arms around him to grab his ass firmly.

“I just made you my bitch! Aren't you going to make me regret, sweetheart?" She questioned him with whine. Matthew felt more confusion. Her hands groped him harder and she flexed her cunt around him again without letting up. “I've been a cunt, sweetie."

“Yeah…" He whispered to her. She rocked her hips under him. He was beginning to understand, he thought.

Parts of him protested whilst others rejoiced as he started rocking his hips into her. It was difficult to begin but watching the cur under him bite her lip and grinning up at him tugged at his desire. He did want to fuck her! Matthew was just going to have to grit his teeth and make himself do it. He would make himself enjoy it against the protests of his wasted body.

“Grope me, sweetie!" She begged him as her body wriggled underneath his to tease at him more. Against all odds Matthew felt his blue balled cock begin to respond for him once again. Recovering from her insults, steeling itself. The hard ball of discomfort lodged deep in his groin was making its complaints well known to him, but the wiggling and rolling hips under his own and the hands gripped to his ass weren't allowing him any course to plot except to thrust forward. “Pant for me, please!"

Pant Matthew did. He pushed himself up to his elbows and brought his hands to her heaving tits. Her plump nipples were still flushed with arousal and made for adequate handholds.

“Mmm, yes." Jupiter moaned under him. “Teach me a lesson, sweetie."

He thumped into her with a slow and steady pace. Matthew could feel her fingernails leaving red marks in the skin of his ass. The wet cunt rolling up and down his shaft was drawing him into her. The need that had not been fulfilled by her conquest of him was rearing its head reluctantly, but it would not be easy to get himself off with her.

“Fuck me, sweetheart. I've been a terrible whore. Be rough with me!" She whined for him. One of her fingernails managed to pinch at his ass and he jerked forward in reflex making the cur squeal through a bitten lip. Matthew was indeed panting for her, but he could do much more than give her a slow rock of his hips.

He tried adjusting his position. One sweaty palm slipped off her tit and landed on her shoulder. He grunted with another thrust inside her and let both hands fall to her shoulders where he had to stretch a bit to keep his hands up there while his cock pistoned down over there.

“Harder, sweetie! Punish your whore!" She pleaded with him with another feminine whine. “Don't be a pussy, sweetie, fuck me!"

She grabbed his wrist. “Fuck me!" She squeezed until it almost began to hurt. Matthew groaned under the strain and tried fucking her harder. He was burning. “Fuck your dirty whore!"

Her hands pulled his own off her shoulders and he felt her neck fall below his palms. “Are you-" He squeezed and her voice sharply ended into a whistling whine. He was going to fuck her! Everything burned, but he persisted. Matthew kept fucking the whore he'd paid for just like she was asking him to. She struggled to whine and let go of his wrists to grab at his sides.

“Fuc' 'ike a 'ussy!" She squeaked out and let drool run down from the corners of her mouth. She was insulting him! His grip was tightening naturally and she squeaked out more of her little struggling whines as her hands gripped tighter at his sides. He was struggling himself!

Matthew felt like he was in some kind of unearthly rage. He held onto her neck like it was his own personal handle for the vehicle that was her quivering cunt. She grunted and choked under him as her hands started clawing up and down his sides leaving hot red trails in his skin. He didn't care and the burning sensation at his sides didn't matter in light of his livid furious need to fuck her! All that mattered, all he needed, was that he kept pounding himself inside her harder and harder. Punish her, brutalize her! He wasn't fucking her hard enough and yet she was beginning to wail and grunt under the tightening grip of his hands with vocals becoming more strained and laboured as she forced them out of her compressed voice box. His double handed grip held fast to her throat, he had to tighten it. He needed more leverage! Use it like a fucking handle!

He squeezed, she choked, he thrust into her again. He used his arms as anchors to pull himself into her smoldering heat while shoving himself into her desperately with his aching legs. He kept choking her without any sense or reason in his mind. The only thing that kept him going was the terrible desire to orgasm and he was struggling so hard to claim that sweet release! He felt utterly and truly spent. She, his lovely Jupiter, had drained him dry. He grunted in pain as his body ached more and more as he milked himself with her cunt. The more he ached the more she clawed at his sides and kicked her legs against the bed.

She whimpered under him again, she twitched beneath him, she convulsed for him. Everything about her shuddered as she made noises ranging from choked wails to staccato grunts half formed in her throat. She was falling limp under his assault with her arms sliding weakly down his sides as he fiercely pushed and pulled himself into her cunt with ever greater and terrible urgency. He felt the distant tingle in his loins, but it felt so far away. It was like his body was in full reluctance and would only be coaxed to release the last tiny droplets of his remaining seed at his most desperate of urgings.

He didn't feel her arms fall away from him, but he did finally feel his cock jump for him. It hurt like a kick to the groin. His dick was in pain, his balls hurt, everything groaned, and his legs died right under him. His arm, too, gave out as he felt the pounding in his gut and crotch punish him for taking his lust beyond his mortal limit.

He'd never felt this way. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced. It was pain and pleasure melded together in an unholy alliance. His anger faded as did his meager release. A mixture of frustration and utter contentment as one came over him like a blanket. Intimacy given to him in the form of ambivalence, the union of two diametrically opposed forces. He sagged into her body breathing heavily with a body that weighed him down like solid bars of iron.

She breathed raggedly, almost like a wheeze. She was still limp under him. He was limp, too. They continued to lay together in near silence until her felt her hands touch his shoulders. She enveloped him in her arms soon after, and he felt her nose press into the hair at the top of his head.

“You are a dangerous man to arouse, Mr. Matthew." She whispered to him. Jupiter was still breathing quickly like she was catching her breath.

“You're the dangerous one here, ma'am." He told her. She laughed low and quiet.

“I've never been choked so hard in bed I almost passed out." Jupiter told him. He thought about what she said, and the realization of his past actions trickled into the forefront of his mind. Matthew now remembered. He shifted against her and tried to rise off her, but she prevented him from doing so with the strength of her arms.

“I- I'm so sorry!" He told her. She laughed again. Matthew felt her slid her legs and she hooked them into his own possessively.

“Nothing to be sorry about. I came very hard. You might should warn me next time though, sweetheart." She told him plainly. “I might have to pull you in and do the same if you don't."

She laughed at him when he didn't immediately reply.