[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]
"What was that you called me?" he asked her, stopping what he was doing to her.
"Nothing," she mumbled. "Don't stop, Alton."
"I thought I was a 'traditional male chauvinist pig'. Do you want this pig to keep going, or not? It's not clear to me."
"Yes please. Keep going."
She wanted to say 'pig', but she thought it might be counterproductive to her much stronger desire for him to pick back up where he left off.
"What should you say when you've been rude?"
"Sorry?"
"I think you can do better than that."
"I'm very sorry Alton. Please don't stop," she said urgently.
"What don't you want me to stop?" he asked her.
"Please don't stop what you were doing."
"What was I doing Delphi?"
"Sucking me."
"Sucking your what?"
"My breast."
"Say, 'please suck my enormous tit, Alton, I need you'," he teased her.
"No," she half-begged him.
He gave her breast a quick tug and a suck, earning himself another desperate moan of pleasure.
"Say it," he ordered.
"Please suck my enormous tit, Alton," she whispered in humiliation.
"I need you," he reminded her.
"I need you," she murmured.
"Louder," he smirked at her.
"I can't," she whispered in embarrassment, her eyes closed against his intense dominating stare.
He gave her nipple another deep suck and a quick little bite, then dropped her boob and put his hands behind his head, looking at the ceiling, waiting for her to do as he asked.
She opened her eyes when there was no more pleasure forthcoming, and she saw that he had withdrawn from her.
That wouldn't do! She needed him now! Any price seemed reasonable for the potential reward.
"Please suck my enormous tit, Alton, I need you," she said more loudly, pleading with him.
"That's better girl. It all goes easier for you, if you'll just do as I say."
Being submissive to this beast seemed to heighten her pleasure, she realised.
God knows what kind of perverted problem that meant she had. Probably some depravity inflicted on her by the Emperor's early abuse, she reflected.
She hated to admit it, but his dominance and humiliation of her seemed to be directly connected to the pleasure centres in her brain, lighting her up like a Christmas tree. And it seemed they were a matched pair, because he clearly got off on doing it.
Alton pulled her other breast out from its hiding place on his chest, and sucked on both of her nipples together, sending shooting contractions of pleasure through her pussy.
He let her breasts go and pushed them away, where they fell to each side of his chest.
"What else have you got for me, Delphi? Do you have anything left, or are you conceding defeat? It seems like you don't want to concede, so you can prolong our skinship. Do you ever plan to hop off me?" he sounded bored.
She groaned, feeling very close to orgasm and not at all in the mood for more wrestling.
She tried to pull herself together, perhaps she had a chance to avoid his punishment if she took advantage of this moment.
She pushed herself to her hands and knees, where he noticed with satisfaction that her breasts were so big they pooled on his chest as they dangled. He gave them a little swing with the backs of his fingers, watching them wobble back and forth with delight, like a child playing with a new toy.
That nearly brought her undone, but she pushed ahead with her plan. She tried to pull her dress back up to cover her breasts, feeling like her boobs were too pendulous in this position instead of pert and pretty, but he gripped her wrist with an iron grip that brought a gasp of pain.
"Uh, uh. They stay out where I can keep an eye on them. God knows what they might get up to on their own…"
She reached down and grabbed his boxer shorts, trying to drag them off him.
Unfortunately, his half-exposed cock poking out made it impossible to shift them, holding snuggly to them like an arm in a sleeve.
"At last," he breathed. "I wondered when you'd finally try to grab my cock. He's definitely been waiting for you, Miss Chastain."
"I'm not trying to grab your cock; I'm trying to pull your boxer shorts off and win this fight!"
"Don't try and bullshit me, Miss Chastain," he deadpanned. "Here, let me help you out."
He undid the buttons of his fly and pulled his cock and balls free.
Then he flipped her over onto her back and climbed on top of her in the '69' position, where he rapidly patted her clit, rendering her senseless with pleasure.
He mashed his cock and balls into her face, and she vaguely felt him rubbing pre-cum all over her cheeks and then sticking his balls up against her lips, but she was completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her clit. He seemed to be playing it like a snare drum.
"Open your mouth Delphi," he ordered.
She immediately opened her mouth, not at all willing for him to stop what he was doing.
He shoved his entire ball sack into her mouth, and she started to gag.
"Suck and kiss them Delphi," he demanded.
She did as she was told.
After a minute or two, he replaced his balls with his cock, pushing it in so deep she started to choke. He started to thrust in and out of her mouth. Saliva trickled wetly from the corners of her mouth, but she was largely oblivious as the man played her like the priceless violin she reminded him of.
As she exploded into her climax, arching her back, he grabbed her big curvy ass cheeks and squeezed, pushing his cock to the back of her throat where he emptied himself into her mouth, pumping cum straight down her throat.
He moaned with relief and pleasure.
My God, he had needed that so badly…
He thought, not for the first time, that this woman would literally be the death of him.
Instead of getting his fill of her, his obsession seemed to be deepening with each encounter.
Before he collapsed, he ripped her dress in two and tossed it aside; just in case she tried to split hairs about who won this match…