My Boyfriend's Bac

She heard the shrill cry of Liza from her bedroom. With alarm, Nell ran to the kitchen door and opened it swiftly. Poor Liza was backed into the corner of the deck attempting to keep “Miles” at a safe distance from her.

“Miles” was Nell’s cat who ran away last winter and turned feral. He occasionally came through the yard on his hunt, a lone wolf. “Liza” was Nell’s sweet little girl cat who lived in the house with “Miles” until he went wild.

Nell was angry with Miles, such a big bully. “He is so mean” Nell proclaimed to Liza who was hiding under the bed licking her wounds. “ He is just like his father.”

Nell was referring to her ex-boyfriend, Greg, who at one time was a part of her family. She had given Miles to Greg and Greg had gifted Liza to Nell. They lived together and loved together; at least that’s what Nell thought.

When she found out that Greg was actively pursuing relationships with other women, Nell, with wounded heart, had to let him go. She couldn’t help loving Greg, even after his deceitful behavior and sometimes secretly hoped they could be together. Tonight Nell was furious with Miles and especially with Greg; after all they were the same crude, wild, bullying mean animal.

Nell’s brain flooded with the fantasy of Greg coming over in much the same manner as Miles had visited that night. She dreamed of Greg sneaking into her house and forcing his brutal, harsh sex upon her. Goose bumps rose and tingled her entire body; her pseudo rape dream unfolded. Thoughts of her strong muscular lover holding her down and pounding his hard rod into her very soul made Nell yearn for his hot body. Masturbation with her favorite dildo and slow circular slippery massage to her engorged clit was a quick fix and allowed Nell to sleep.

She was awakened abruptly, unable to catch her breath. She gasped for air and suddenly opened her eyes wide. He was standing over her with his giant hands wrapped around her neck. “Oh my God, did I really want this to happen” Nell questioned her half asphyxiated self. Greg stepped back, smiled his demon smile and spoke softly, sensuously to his love slave. “I’m here because you need to know who the boss is in this relationship.” “I think you’re too big for your bloomers, little bitch, so I’m going to take you back where you belong”

Greg pulled Nell from her bed by her short blond hair and forced her head and shoulders back against the closet door. “What are you doing in that ugly nightshirt?” “Go take a shower, slut, and put on something sexy.” “I want to see you in the Royal blue lace panties and the crimson patent leather shoes and I want it quick. “Don’t be more than five minutes in the shower or I’ll come and drag your pretty little ass out.”

Nell escaped his grasp and quickly ran toward the bathroom. Greg lustfully gazed at her tight ass and shapely legs as she fled her perpetrator. His large dick flushed and his balls ached with anticipation of disciplining his momentarily independent, disobedient bitch of a girlfriend.

Nell emerged from the bathroom looking meek yet beautiful. Her eyes were made up like Cleopatra, and her new bob haircut added to the effect of the great Egyptian queen. She slowly slithered into the blue lace panties and bending at waist, reached down to her ankles to hook the straps on those ruby slippers.

Greg was waiting for Nell with clothes off, steel muscles of an athlete glistening in the dim lamplight, and a rock hard purple cock standing upright and straight. His thoughts of degrading his beautiful woman made him so horny he was almost out of his mind.

With mad eyes, Greg spotted a stretch band for isometric exercise on the knob of Nell's closet door. He snatched it and threw Nell on her bed, her head nearly missing the headboard. Nell yelped as he tightly grasped her hands and wrapped her tiny wrists with the giant band. Securing the band to the head of bed, Greg stood back and admired his work. He stood at the bed foot and stroked his cock and once again spoke to the wild nymph. “You are my whore, and only my whore.” “Don’t even think about fucking another man or I’ll beat you to a pulp” “I’m the last man you’ll ever be with bitch, you got that?” Nell whimpered the correct answers to Greg as he went on with his tirade.

He fondled her toes and admired the blood red nail polish that had been carefully applied. He moved slowly up to her ankles, legs, thighs, and belly, barely touching, tickling her skin. This sensual touch aroused Nell; her nipples began to rise and her shaved pussy started to swell and ooze love nectar. Greg arrived at her titties and pinched her nipples with a gentle squeeze at first. Each time he touched her nipples, the pinch became firmer until Liza could feel the pain/pleasure of his locked grip. As she let out a cry, he released his grip.

With cock in hand, Greg penetrated Nell’s mouth. He was rough and shoved it in deep. “This is your lot in life, whore.” “You were put on this earth to pleasure me.” “I own you, bitch.” As he straddled her on the bed, Greg pumped his cock in and out of Nell’s luscious mouth and deep into her throat. He held her head in his hands and shoved her pretty face up and down the shaft of his hot cock. Nell began gagging and choking as he fucked her. Her mouth was dripping with saliva as if she had cum from her throat. Greg moaned with guttural pleasure.

“Want me to fuck you, bitch?” Nell nodded without hesitation; knowing he would drive his cock inside so deep she could feel it in her belly and penetrate her heart. “Yes, please fuck me master, and fuck me hard and fast.”

Greg, on his knees, grabbed Nell’s legs and folded them over her; pretty, ruby slippered feet knocked on the headboard of her bed. He entered her naked, slick pussy with force and filled her full of his hard thick rod. Nell moaned with desire as she spread her legs wider. With fury, Greg pumped his bitch’s pussy as her feet slammed against the headboard. The bed was shaking and squeaking, as Greg and Nell became one mass of unruly chaotic energy. The room was charged with electricity as the two lovers fucked madly.

Nell felt Greg push down onto her pussy and begin to rub her clit with his slick sweaty body as he drove his impressive cock in and out of her swollen cunt. “I want you to cum, whore” “Cum for me the way you do with all your other boyfriends, lying bitch.” Nell could feel his cock growing thick inside her hot pussy. She was swollen to the point that Greg was beginning to rub her raw. She couldn’t hold back any longer; his nasty words turned her on, and his wet body sliding on hers drove her over the edge. Nell let out a shrill cry as her body convulsed with pleasure. She came, and came, and came some more. She pulled Greg’s cock deep into her body, never letting him go, holding onto him as an appendage of her own.

Greg felt her body tugging at and pulsating with his own muscular form. He knew he had her where he wanted her. Now he would cum deep into her hot slippery pussy and claim ownership on his little wild animal. His cock got so thick it almost became lodged in her cunt. A wave of ecstasy overcame Greg and he exploded. Wads of cum came spurting out of him and into the depths of Nell. He held her down and continued driving his wild cock until he unloaded every last drop of cum.

As the two lovers lay in a huddled mass, entwined and completely content, the eerie wail of a wild cat penetrated the silence of the dawn. Kim Mead My Boyfriend’s Back Kym M. Maury 1382 words

She heard the shrill cry of Liza from her bedroom. With alarm, Nell ran to the kitchen door and opened it swiftly. Poor Liza was backed into the corner of the deck attempting to keep “Miles” at a safe distance from her.

“Miles” was Nell’s cat who ran away last winter and turned feral. He occasionally came through the yard on his hunt, a lone wolf. “Liza” was Nell’s sweet little girl cat who lived in the house with “Miles” until he went wild.

Nell was angry with Miles, such a big bully. “He is so mean” Nell proclaimed to Liza who was hiding under the bed licking her wounds. “ He is just like his father.”

Nell was referring to her ex-boyfriend, Greg, who at one time was a part of her family. She had given Miles to Greg and Greg had gifted Liza to Nell. They lived together and loved together; at least that’s what Nell thought.

When she found out that Greg was actively pursuing relationships with other women, Nell, with wounded heart, had to let him go. She couldn’t help loving Greg, even after his deceitful behavior and sometimes secretly hoped they could be together. Tonight Nell was furious with Miles and especially with Greg; after all they were the same crude, wild, bullying mean animal.

Nell’s brain flooded with the fantasy of Greg coming over in much the same manner as Miles had visited that night. She dreamed of Greg sneaking into her house and forcing his brutal, harsh sex upon her. Goose bumps rose and tingled her entire body; her pseudo rape dream unfolded. Thoughts of her strong muscular lover holding her down and pounding his hard rod into her very soul made Nell yearn for his hot body. Masturbation with her favorite dildo and slow circular slippery massage to her engorged clit was a quick fix and allowed Nell to sleep.

She was awakened abruptly, unable to catch her breath. She gasped for air and suddenly opened her eyes wide. He was standing over her with his giant hands wrapped around her neck. “Oh my God, did I really want this to happen” Nell questioned her half asphyxiated self. Greg stepped back, smiled his demon smile and spoke softly, sensuously to his love slave. “I’m here because you need to know who the boss is in this relationship.” “I think you’re too big for your bloomers, little bitch, so I’m going to take you back where you belong”

Greg pulled Nell from her bed by her short blond hair and forced her head and shoulders back against the closet door. “What are you doing in that ugly nightshirt?” “Go take a shower, slut, and put on something sexy.” “I want to see you in the Royal blue lace panties and the crimson patent leather shoes and I want it quick. “Don’t be more than five minutes in the shower or I’ll come and drag your pretty little ass out.”

Nell escaped his grasp and quickly ran toward the bathroom. Greg lustfully gazed at her tight ass and shapely legs as she fled her perpetrator. His large dick flushed and his balls ached with anticipation of disciplining his momentarily independent, disobedient bitch of a girlfriend.

Nell emerged from the bathroom looking meek yet beautiful. Her eyes were made up like Cleopatra, and her new bob haircut added to the effect of the great Egyptian queen. She slowly slithered into the blue lace panties and bending at waist, reached down to her ankles to hook the straps on those ruby slippers.

Greg was waiting for Nell with clothes off, steel muscles of an athlete glistening in the dim lamplight, and a rock hard purple cock standing upright and straight. His thoughts of degrading his beautiful woman made him so horny he was almost out of his mind.

With mad eyes, Greg spotted a stretch band for isometric exercise on the knob of Nell's closet door. He snatched it and threw Nell on her bed, her head nearly missing the headboard. Nell yelped as he tightly grasped her hands and wrapped her tiny wrists with the giant band. Securing the band to the head of bed, Greg stood back and admired his work. He stood at the bed foot and stroked his cock and once again spoke to the wild nymph. “You are my whore, and only my whore.” “Don’t even think about fucking another man or I’ll beat you to a pulp” “I’m the last man you’ll ever be with bitch, you got that?” Nell whimpered the correct answers to Greg as he went on with his tirade.

He fondled her toes and admired the blood red nail polish that had been carefully applied. He moved slowly up to her ankles, legs, thighs, and belly, barely touching, tickling her skin. This sensual touch aroused Nell; her nipples began to rise and her shaved pussy started to swell and ooze love nectar. Greg arrived at her titties and pinched her nipples with a gentle squeeze at first. Each time he touched her nipples, the pinch became firmer until Liza could feel the pain/pleasure of his locked grip. As she let out a cry, he released his grip.

With cock in hand, Greg penetrated Nell’s mouth. He was rough and shoved it in deep. “This is your lot in life, whore.” “You were put on this earth to pleasure me.” “I own you, bitch.” As he straddled her on the bed, Greg pumped his cock in and out of Nell’s luscious mouth and deep into her throat. He held her head in his hands and shoved her pretty face up and down the shaft of his hot cock. Nell began gagging and choking as he fucked her. Her mouth was dripping with saliva as if she had cum from her throat. Greg moaned with guttural pleasure.

“Want me to fuck you, bitch?” Nell nodded without hesitation; knowing he would drive his cock inside so deep she could feel it in her belly and penetrate her heart. “Yes, please fuck me master, and fuck me hard and fast.”

Greg, on his knees, grabbed Nell’s legs and folded them over her; pretty, ruby slippered feet knocked on the headboard of her bed. He entered her naked, slick pussy with force and filled her full of his hard thick rod. Nell moaned with desire as she spread her legs wider. With fury, Greg pumped his bitch’s pussy as her feet slammed against the headboard. The bed was shaking and squeaking, as Greg and Nell became one mass of unruly chaotic energy. The room was charged with electricity as the two lovers fucked madly.

Nell felt Greg push down onto her pussy and begin to rub her clit with his slick sweaty body as he drove his impressive cock in and out of her swollen cunt. “I want you to cum, whore” “Cum for me the way you do with all your other boyfriends, lying bitch.” Nell could feel his cock growing thick inside her hot pussy. She was swollen to the point that Greg was beginning to rub her raw. She couldn’t hold back any longer; his nasty words turned her on, and his wet body sliding on hers drove her over the edge. Nell let out a shrill cry as her body convulsed with pleasure. She came, and came, and came some more. She pulled Greg’s cock deep into her body, never letting him go, holding onto him as an appendage of her own.

Greg felt her body tugging at and pulsating with his own muscular form. He knew he had her where he wanted her. Now he would cum deep into her hot slippery pussy and claim ownership on his little wild animal. His cock got so thick it almost became lodged in her cunt. A wave of ecstasy overcame Greg and he exploded. Wads of cum came spurting out of him and into the depths of Nell. He held her down and continued driving his wild cock until he unloaded every last drop of cum.

As the two lovers lay in a huddled mass, entwined and completely content, the eerie wail of a wild cat penetrated the silence of the dawn.