Chapter 63: Putting her in place

For a long second, Vanessa just stared.

She had already seen Arthur’s cock multiple times, yet it somehow looked bigger now, more imposing. It pointed upward proudly, carrying an unmistakable musk. The pulsing vein, the angry throb... it all made it seem almost overwhelming.

It was so perfectly big and manly that Vanessa’s tongue reached out unconsciously, her face drawn to it. But she held back at the last minute. This was not what she wanted; as tempting as giving him another blowjob sounded, she wanted to move on.

"I see I underestimated your energy," she purred, looking up at him, her face partially obscured by his big cock.

She slowly rose, so she could stare right into his eyes, her lips hanging close to his neck. Finally, Vanessa leaned in and decided to challenge him once again, whispering in his ear.

"If you really think you can put me in my place, then rip this dress off me and claim me. Or are you all talk?"

Arthur hesitated for a second; he could tell her dress was expensive. Besides, understanding Vanessa’s mind was not easy. He knew she was just testing him once again, but it was hard to be sure of what would be the right answer.

But ultimately, he knew what he wanted, and there was no point in thinking about anything else.

Just as Vanessa was smirking, thinking he would back off, Arthur moved with ferocity. He gripped the edges of the dress’s cleavage window and pushed them to opposite sides, releasing all the anger he was feeling over Vanessa’s provocations at once.

His muscles clenched as he tore the fabric in half. It was harder than he thought at first, but the fabric finally tore open.

Vanessa gasped from shock, her eyes going from surprise to horny in an instant. Arthur fisted a hand in her blonde hair and pulled her close.

"On all fours, now."

"Yes, sir." The words slipped out before she could stop them, and she loved it.

Vanessa almost broke out of character to praise Arthur for taking the lead this time, but that would ruin the mood. She was so happy that even her teasing smile faltered for a moment.

Instead of obeying the order outright, she took her time sexily unhooking her bra before the man’s eyes, and did the same with her underwear, revealing her wet cunt.

Finally, she turned around on the bed, facing away from the man, smiling as she got ready to show off her best technique.

Arthur gulped at the sight of her on all fours, her fat ass pointed at him, so perfect and full he almost couldn’t hold himself. But he didn’t know this was just the beginning.

Vanessa arched her back as she began to sink low. Her arms slowly gave out, and she let her upper body sink down until her chest and stomach were pressed flat against the mattress.

Her hips, however, stayed high in the air as her spine arched upward, bending her back into a deep, shapely curve.

She parted her legs just the right amount, so her glistening cunt would be visible, while pushing her ass out completely, making her huge butt look even bigger.

The woman had spent years going to yoga class, just so she could pull off this and other tricks during sex.

"Like the view?" She even gave it a little shake, looking back over her shoulder, because she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Yes..." Arthur answered with a grunt, already aligning his cock with her pussy.

It would be their first time together, but he didn’t give it much thought. He pressed the head against her soaked entrance and pushed, and immediately met resistance.

Vanessa was tighter than Iris, but he still pushed.

Her walls stretched around him inch by inch, the burn of being spread open rippling through her. She wasn’t used to anything this size, nothing had ever prepared her body for this. And she didn’t want it any other way.

"Fuck... yes..." she gasped, fingers twisting into the sheets, pushing her hips back to take more. The sting only made her wetter.

Vanessa could actually feel the tip of his dick reach her cervix, her body needing to adapt to his size, inner walls clenching before relaxing.

A single thrust had left her out of air, but hadn’t been enough. Clenching her cunt hard around his shaft, she wiggled her butt and provoked him again.

"Come on," she panted, pushing back against him. "Is that all you’ve got? If you want to make a slut like me cum, you need to slap my ass hard."

Smack. His palm landed on her right cheek, sharp and loud, leaving a clear red mark. Arthur had already slapped her harder than anyone ever had before, but Vanessa bit her lip and held back her moan.

"That’s it? I said properly. Come on, really hit me, boy."

SMACK.

This time, Arthur put his whole arm into it. The slap exploded against her ass with a sound like a whip, powerful enough to jolt her entire body forward, and a scream of pain almost tore from her throat.

Vanessa’s eyes watered, her cheek burned like fire, and her pussy clamped down on his cock so hard he groaned.

And even after all that, the brat in her refused to die. Slowly, deliberately, she wiggled her stinging ass against his hips and looked back with teary, defiant eyes.

"I see you’re getting into it. That was almost good enough to be a warm-up slap."

Arthur said nothing.

That was the scary part. The banter, the teasing, the back-and-forth, all of it had stopped, and what was looking down at her now was a man completely done with her games.

SMACK.

His palm came down on her left cheek, even harder than before. The impact rippled through her gigantic ass like a stone dropped in water, the fat flesh jiggling in waves all the way up her spine.

The sound echoed off the bedroom walls, and this time Vanessa’s moan broke free before she could stop it, long and shameless, her eyes rolling back.

"This is what I call a spank. Now show me what you got," Vanessa teased, breathless, pushing her burning ass against his hand.

SMACK.

Arthur gave her one last hard slap, and in response, her pussy clenched down hard, gushing around his cock.

"There it is," Arthur growled, watching the red handprints shine against her skin.

Then his hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking deep into the yielding flesh until the fat dimpled around them, and he started to fuck her.

He pulled out until only the head remained and slammed back in, hard and deep, his hips crashing against her ass.

Vanessa tried to provoke him again, but every time she opened her mouth, a thrust knocked the words right out of it, leaving only moans and the shameless sound of their bodies colliding.

The pressure built fast, her walls fluttering, her thighs trembling, her orgasm coiling tight in her belly, she could feel a really hard orgasm coming, one she had been looking for all these years...

However, he stopped.

Buried to the hilt, on her cunt, Arthur stopped moving and smirked. Vanessa whimpered, pushing her hips back desperately, trying to fuck herself on his cock, but it was useless.

"This ass is mine now," he growled, landing one last slap on her burning cheek. "If you want to cum, say it."

Vanessa almost came from his words alone. Arthur had her folded beneath him, dripping, desperate, begging without words. He was, without question, the absolute perfect man for her in bed.

"It’s yours!" she screamed, completely gone, her pussy clenching around him. "This ass is all yours, stud! Mark it, ruin it, cum deep inside me and make me your slut!"

"With pleasure."

Arthur gripped her hips hard and fucked her again, bringing both of them to the edge again in a matter of seconds.

With one last brutal thrust, Arthur buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding her pussy pulse after pulse, and the heat of it set her off one final time.

Vanessa shattered beneath him, her scream muffled against the mattress, as her whole body trembled in pleasure.

Her whole body was still trembling. For an instant, a feeling of peace and fulfillment shot all over her body, and she felt dangerously nostalgic.

Her eyes shot to Iris, who was lying on the bed, looking at them. She wondered what her friend was thinking. Sharing that night was one thing, but how long had Iris been ready to accept what that relationship meant?

And what about Arthur? Her gaze shifted back to him as she tried to guess what was going on inside his head. He would probably have a more rational view of things, but still, she really needed to talk with him properly.

But none of these worries mattered right then, not with the way she could feel his huge cock slowly sliding out of her insides, leaving behind a weird emptiness.

Ring!

The ringing of her phone cut the moment completely, an annoying sound that ruined her perfect climax. Vanessa frowned, her eyes snapping to the discarded equipment she had left somewhere on the mattress.

She just wanted to reach for it and turn it off, but then she saw the name on the screen.

"Fuck..." she mumbled. It was Kat.