MY MIRACLE MISTRESS By DamienDeath20

Chapter 1: First Date With Mistress

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Sam nervously tapped his fingers against the half full shot glass. Typically you're supposed to drink a shot with one swig, but his alcohol tolerance wasn't exactly the best and the bourbon in the cup was really just serving more as liquid courage at this point. It had been YEARS since he'd been on a date, let alone with someone he had never actually met.

About a week ago, Sam woke up one morning and realized that he was miserable. He'd been single practically all his life, only going on a few 'dates' in high school. If you could call going out with multiple friends, one of them being a girl he asked to come that he had a crush on, a date. He had yet to experience that...spark! With anyone, and with college classes plus working his job as a cashier in a run of the mill gas station, he never had time to actively seek a relationship.

That didn't stop him from being lonely.

So that morning he hopped on the computer, double checked to make sure his anti-virus software was working and googled dating sites. Now we all know internet relationships didn't exactly have a great reputation, but when you're as desperate as Sam was, you'll take what you can get.

After sifting through the cavalcade of 'No credit card! Sign up today! Fuck tonight!' and 'Hot horny singles in your area waiting to fuck!' sites, he stumbled upon this one called: Miracle Mistress Meetups. The tagline of said site was, 'She won't keep you waiting...' Now initially Sam was going to simply gloss over this site as just another quick sex one, but the posted reviews on its home page told quite a different story. Apparently, it was receiving user submitted rave reviews all from men stating that it was exactly what they needed.

They consisted of, 'I was a lonely bastard till I found this site, now I've been with my one and only for three years and counting. Highly recommend! 5 stars!' 'Using this dating site was the best decision of my life. I've never felt so right. 5 stars' and 'I would do anything to please my Miracle mistress, I'd be lost without her, thank you Miracle Mistress Meetups! 10 out of 5 stars!'

Nearly perfect ratings all across the board, user-friendly, and completely free. Sam couldn't deny his curiosity was peaked, plus on the home page it showed close up pictures of absolutely gorgeous women not scantily clad or anything. But actually with their boyfriends whom they met on the site, with the date of how long they had been together. Four years, five years, eight years, ten years, it seemed too good to be true. But since he had nothing to lose, Sam decided to take a chance and made a profile.

He filled out the form, "Name, Samuel Mercado. Age 21, ethnicity Puerto Rican, hair color, black chin length..." Clearly he would post a picture of himself too, but he wanted to make sure he was an open book on the site. Even though the next fact he'd have to fill out was a bit embarrassing. "Height...five foot two..." Sam was subconsciously hanging his head in shame as he typed that, he was far below average height for males. Even below average height for females! That was probably a contributing factor in the severe lack of girls interested in him.

Fighting through the slight apprehension, he filled out the rest of the details for his profile, interests, body type, hobbies, etc. And with only a single thought of backing out, he watched his finger click down the mouse button over the 'Finish' icon on the screen.

Within a second his full page popped up in front of him ready to go. His high school graduation photo set as his profile picture staring back at him with a big smile. He blew air out from between his lips, "And now we wait."

Now the first few days went by with no bites, his lonely page just remained in the 'seeking my Miracle' status despite him frequently checking it. According to the rules of the site, the men were supposed to just make a profile, and wait for the women to select their 'prey'. Sam briefly wondered why the men were called prey at first but brushed it off as a simple flirty term used by the website.

That's when it finally happened, after coming home from class Friday night. Sam went about his usual ritual of dropping his book bag in the corner of the tiny studio apartment then flipping his laptop open to check his email. And there it was.

A tiny little red dot notification beside an email with a picture file attached. 'A Miracle Mistress has selected you!' Sam felt his heart instantly skip a beat, although he made the profile in hopes of maybe meeting someone new and possibly starting a relationship. He never really believed that he would get any actual people interested in him and be reaching out to make contact.

He then thought it might be a bot just updating him, or a prank of some kind. Some guy trying to catfish him for the fun of it. But upon opening up the email, he was greeted by one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

It read, 'Hello there Sam. I've read over your profile and seen that you are close by and you're quite the cutie. I'd like to get to know you more, and possibly meet up if you're interested?' Write me back, -M. Alicia.'

Sam must've re-read the email a thousand times, not believing his own eyes. This Alicia was gorgeous! She had long black hair, tied into a ponytail, with piercing brown eyes behind a pair of black rimmed glasses and a pearly white smile. The rest of her body was hidden as the photo appeared to be just a standard selfie, but man was she beautiful. Plus something about that stare she was giving him through his computer, like she was staring right through him, made his heart skip a beat.

That was how it started, he quickly messaged her back ignoring the possibility of it being some type of ruse or prank, telling her that he thought she was beautiful and he was indeed interested in getting to know her more. Within an hour she replied and the two started exchanging information about each other, she was the one asking most of the questions though. Some seemed like typical getting to know you small talk type like, what his favorite color was, or his favorite meal. But then she asked some odd ones too, like what he thought his pain tolerance was, how flexible was he, and how long he could hold his breath. These should've sent up red flags in Sam's mind, but he was too intrigued. Too interested in learning more about this mystery woman to question her.

Eventually, the suggestion of actually meeting up was brought forward again. And Sam was far too excited to re-think the situation at all, everything she said to him made him want to learn more about her. They messaged back and forth that whole night until Alicia told him 'Ok that's enough foreplay, I want to meet you now. Tomorrow night, Bridge's Bar, Ten. It's been far too long since I've had a boy like you in my grasp. I'm not letting you get away.' Her tone shifted from questioning to demanding, and he was taken aback for a second reading that. But being the oblivious boy he was, he again completely missed what would've been a red flag to anyone more aware than himself, and instead he felt almost a slight twinge of excitement from her statement. Since she seemed so eager for the two of them to meet, he replied to her agreeing to go.

And now here he sat, Bridge's, 9:58 P.M. on the clock as he nervously sipped down the rest of his bourbon.

"Can I have another shot please?" The bar was a quiet place, wooden furnishings in old casual style with a karaoke box in the back corner playing some distant tune that he wasn't paying attention to. His bartender refilled his glass with a deadpan expression and shunted it over to him. Sam idly toyed with it again, the weight of what he exactly agreed to starting to finally hit him.

He had agreed to meet a total stranger, sure it was a dating site and meeting strangers was how they worked, but what if it was a prank? He might be sitting here wasting money on alcohol for no reason. Or even worse, what if some greasy grotesque guy showed up and was about to roofie him. Then take him back to his medieval dungeon of torture where he would spend the rest of his days flogged while tied to a radiator in perpetual darkness.

The thought caused a half-hearted snicker to come out of his lips, but as he further pondered it, it made him quickly toss back his third shot, now needing it more than ever before. If worse came to worse and she didn't show up, well at least he could drink his loneliness away for a while.

However, just as he was about to order another shot, fully prepared to just get smashed in preparation for disappointment. He heard a candy sweet voice speak up from behind him.

"Samuel?" He swiveled in his stool to look for the source of the sound. His eyes found her belly first, big, round and creamy white flesh with her belly button exposed beneath a button up white shirt. Then his gaze traveled up, and up, and up, and up, and up, pass two massive breasts, unlike any size he had seen before until he finally found the same face he had looked at through a computer.

"Holy..." The boy thought finally seeing Alicia in person. Now because of his small stature, Sam was used to having to look up at girls. But he was definitely not used to having to crane his neck in order to see them. She was huge! The top of her head nearly reached the ceiling fan she was so tall, she had mentioned in her emails that she was a little on the big side, but Samuel had certainly never expected it to this degree.

Thinking back, he probably should've read over her profile page a bit more. "Alicia?"

The woman nodded at his guess, "You're here early." She smiled, the gawking boy was just as cute as she hoped, then moved beside him to sit down. "I'm glad to see that you're punctual." She spoke so smoothly, like caramel candy cascading through his ears.

Even sitting down she towered over him, Sam had to take this moment to scan her over. She was definitely bigger than himself, both in mass and height. Using his own height for reference in his head he guessed that she had to be about maybe 6'10, plus the black stiletto heels she wore added another three or four inches to her total height, making her literally two feet taller than him! She wore a black dress coat open over her button up and a black mini skirt showing off her thick thighs and black fishnet stocking clad legs.

Sam had never really considered himself interested in bigger girls, he preferred them closer to his own size due to obvious feelings of emasculation. But something about Alicia, how she was SO much bigger than him, dwarfing his entire body like this. Something about it was...exciting. He couldn't explain why, but it was there. His heart was already picking up just looking at her now. Never had he seen a woman of her stature before.

"Uhh..." He stammered a bit before finally getting some words out of his mouth. "Y-yeah, I wanted to...make sure I was here on time for you."

His 'Miracle Mistress' used one finger to push her glasses down and peeked over them at him. Again with the same stare she used in her profile, it gave him goosebumps. She then leaned over closing the small distance between bar stools, Sam immediately felt like he was shrinking the closer she got. "You nervous Sammy?" It suddenly became very hard for him to breathe, why did she get this close to him? Less than an inch away from his face, lips so teasingly near. He felt his face getting hot as he quickly nodded. "Is this your first time meeting someone like this? Like me?" Again he nodded earning another sweet sounding giggle from her, "Don't worry sweetie." She suddenly ran her finger down the front of his own white shirt, tracing a line from the collar down to his belly. "You're gonna have fun tonight, I promise." She then backed up enough to give him back some of his personal bubble but didn't completely leave it. Sam felt his cheeks possibly turning pink, unsure if it was from the liquor he consumed finally working into his system or from the sudden closeness, but was happy he could at least breathe again. Alicia stayed leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. From this angle, Sam accidentally stole a glance down her tightly fitting blouse and into her cleavage. He had no idea what size her breasts were but they were big. Triple D? Maybe bigger? He wasn't sure, but just that single glance was enough to make him want to drool. "Are you looking at my tits Sammy?" Her voice again came out of nowhere snapping him out of his trance. "I don't recall giving you permission."

Sam's eyes shot back up to her own, they were giving him a knowing look. "Uh! I...I'm sorry I-I just...I...I didn't mean..." He stammered like a child who had been caught with his hand stuck in the cookie jar.

Alicia pursed her lips, "Shhh...bad boy." Sam wasn't used to all this, and again he was unsure if the bourbon was making him tipsy or if it was the pet names that were causing his head to swim. "Looking at things you shouldn't be...I think I'll have to punish you for that."

Sam's eyes widened, "Wh...what?"

"You heard me." Her voice suddenly hushed as she leaned down to him again. And before Sam could blink, he felt her larger hand cupping his crotch. His mouth went agape as she squeezed his flaccid boyhood almost painfully. Just her hand alone was enough to cover his entire length and his balls encased in his blue jeans. Both his arms froze in midair, unsure if they should flail and try to slap her hand away or not. No one had ever grabbed him like this. No one. "Listen up Sammie sweetie." Her voice came out as a whisper which made Sam realize that they were in a bar filled with other patrons, his eyes quickly searched around looking to see if anyone was watching. Oddly enough, even though the bar was reasonably stocked with customers, no one seemed to be even sparing a glance in this direction.

A loud snap of her fingers in front of him drew his gaze back to her. "Don't look at anyone else, just me. Now I'm not gonna beat around the bush Sammy. I've been waiting waaaay too long for a cute little boy like you." He could smell her minty breath as she spoke, she was so close. "I'm not here to take you on a date, I'm here because I want to fuck you..." Another hard squeeze to his now quickly getting rigid dick made him wince. It hurt a little with her immensely strong grip, but it was also very intense. This was definitely not how he expected this night to be going.

"Y-you..." Words were getting harder to form out his mouth, "You w-want to...f...fuck me? B-but...I...I've never..."

She shushed him this time placing her lips onto his, not kissing him but close enough so he could just barely feel their glossy texture on his own.

"Yes." She said, "I've been so horny ever since I saw your face on the site." Her free hand came up to twirl with a lock of his long hair. "I've been wanting to make you mine for days." She bit her lip, "Mmm, just thinking about it now. I can't wait anymore. So no more talking. Either yes or no, would you like me to be your Miracle Mistress baby? If yes, then let's go into the bathroom right now, and I'll fuck you till you can't remember your fucking name. Or, say no. And maybe I made a mistake choosing you, but I'll walk out of this bar and you'll never see me again. Yes or no?" His mind was going a million miles a second, this was all happening so fast, she kept squeezing him through his pants and his cock was now at full mass. Eager to come out to play. He wasn't lying when he was saying he was a virgin, this was the most sexual he had ever gotten with a girl. And he was too becoming horny as hell. Her fresh smelling perfume, her tight grip, her flirty voice. It was driving him mad with desire, but he barely knew her! He had to think of something to say, something to object with. But his brain wasn't working, all it could think about was being taken by this sexy Goddess before him. Never did he think he would lose it to someone so much larger than him, but then again life never did go the way we planned it to. "Yes...or no..." She repeated, seeming to grow impatient with his awestruck silence.

Well, you only live once right?

Feeling his head rock back and forth he breathed out, "...Yes."

Her eyebrows raised for a second, almost as if she was surprised he had actually agreed to do it. But then her lips pulled up into a teasingly wicked grin, "Correct answer sweetie." Her hand then sadly left it's spot between his thighs and moved to grab his hand, "Come on now. Jimmy put his drinks on my tab." She nodded to the bartender who simply raised and lowered a shoulder as she pulled Samuel from his chair.

"She knows the bartender by his first name?" He thought for a moment but was broken out of it as he now saw the true height difference between them both. He barely came up to the underside of her gigantic breasts.

Alicia guided the clueless boy away from the bar counter and around the side towards the restroom. In addition to the boy/girl sign nailed to the center, there was also a sign on the door that said, 'rear exit.' Sam was hardly able to pay it any mind however as he was pulled through it and into the dirty bathroom. There was, in fact, a second door on the far wall with a glowing 'Exit' sign above it. Beside that a single mirror with a sink in front of it, just two bathroom stalls to his right, and one lone urinal. The floor was a bit dirty, not disgusting but it appeared as if it had been cleaned just enough to pass a health inspection with a C-.

Rather roughly, Alicia pulled Sam into the room shutting the door behind them, then into the closest stall. Once more closing the door behind them and latching it, she definitely dominated most of the room in the cramped space the stall offered, further cornering the young boy in her grasp. "Alone at last." She said before cupping his face and leaning down to capture his lips with hers.

"Mmm!" Sam tried to speak but her hungry mouth very easily silenced his. Her tongue darting into his cavern, eagerly exploring its new home. He had to stand on his tip toes despite her leaning down in order to reach her. She started moaning into the kiss, her hands practically enrapturing his head while she molested his mouth. The boy felt his eyes drift shut, his first full kiss, stolen by this mysterious, Miracle Mistress.

The way her warm appendage darted around felt as if she was raping his mouth. But before long she broke their contact with a wet smacking sound, then turned their bodies so Sam's back was facing the door and she was in front of the toilet. "Now boy..." She purred, moving her hands from his face down to his shoulders. "It's time for you to get a good look at what you've gotten yourself into." She finished with a sultry giggle. Then began applying pressure to the tinier of the two, sending him down onto his knees before his Mistress.

He looked up at her confused, "Wh...what do you mean?"

Her perfect white teeth shined as she bared a delicious grin, "I can't wait to see his face..." She thought moving her hands to unclip the side of her skirt. "Well...you see Sammy sweetie..." One clip came undone, followed by another, each one making a tantalizing 'click' sound. "There's a reason the website was called, Miracle Mistress Meetups. Cause you see...there aren't many girls out there like me. I was gifted with quite the miracle growing up."

Sam tilted his head, "Miracle?" He asked just as the final clip came undone.

"Yes..." She pulled her skirt away and out flopped her massive, huge, thick, uncut cock. It practically smacked him in the face with the momentum it had from the swing. "The miracle of being blessed with a giant girl cock." She said with a wink.

He actually jumped as it leapt upward, clearly happy to finally be free while Sammy flinched backward pressing his back to the door. He slapped his hand over his mouth in shock, not only was this beast attached to what he thought was just a woman seconds ago. But matching her abnormal height, it was gigantic! It stood up proudly with a large pink mushroom shaped tip, easily over a foot long. Maybe fourteen, fifteen, or even sixteen inches in length, and much thicker than Samuel's arm. Two hefty balls dropped below it wrapped in a smooth hairless sack, also insanely big. Maybe the size of baseballs or oranges, if he had one in his hand it would easily fill out his palm, he couldn't hold both of them in one hand if he tried. The whole thing twitched, and pulsed excitedly. How it even had the muscle power to hold up its own weight like that was a complete mystery to Sam, he couldn't even get his own sad little prick to stand up like that for this long without straining, yet she was doing it effortlessly. Plus his was probably less than a fourth of her size.

"How...I...I don't understand! What is that!? Why do you have that...that..." He spoke, unable to fathom what exactly he was looking at.

"Cock?" She finished for him. "Well that's a simple question sweetie, I have this cock to fuck you with." Alicia almost laughed at the look of genuine horror she earned from him at that.

His little lip trembled, "N...no...I...I can't do that! I'm...I'm straight! This can't-" He tried to object, but before he could finish his sentence a fistful of his hair was grabbed and he was jerked forward towards her terrifying baseball bat sized meat.

"That's enough talking. I've got a better use of that pretty little mouth of yours in mind." With one hand she held Sam by his hair, and with the other, she grabbed her thick shaft and began to rub it over the boys face. Smearing the scent of its underside all over him. It invaded his nostrils, her musky scent infecting his senses like a plague. He squeezed his eyes shut and locked his lips, but she rubbed it everywhere. He could feel the texture of it all over his cheeks and lips, a smooth fleshy feel kissing every inch of his features. It was so long that the head of it was able to go over his face and hair to rest practically on the back of his neck.

She yanked his head away again then reared her hips back enough so that she could present her tip to his still sealed lips. Sam frantically shook his head, not daring to audibly protest and risk opening his mouth as she prodded at it. There was some clear liquid leaking from it and oozing out, trying desperately to get by his clenched teeth. It smeared over his quivering lips leaving just barely a residual salty taste.

"Come on sweetie. Open up for Momma." Her pushing started to get more insistent while she held his head there. He tried to struggle against her, bringing his hands up to push against her thick legs and trying to wring his head away. But her grip was unbreakable in his hair, "I said, open up!" She suddenly demanded and without warning, he was met with a hard smack to his right cheek.

"Ow!" Sammy yelped, that side of his face stinging where she had just whacked him, and that was all she needed. His lips parted just long enough for her to push her hips forward and into his hot wet mouth. Her tip forcing it's way beyond his teeth and the underside of it pressed down on his tongue letting him get a good long taste.

"Theeere we goo..." Alicia cooed finally feeling what the inside of his mouth felt like, she'd been fantasizing about it ever since she first found his profile. And now she finally had it. But the stubborn boy continued to try and resist, he shook his head more trying to spit her back out. She held him in place, his strength compared to hers was like a butterfly trying to wrestle a wolf. Only a few inches were in right now past the head and she clearly wanted more, but his thrashing and pulling would make it difficult. She didn't want to hurt him...too much. And if he kept fighting like this he would most likely hurt himself, so she reached down and pinched his nose shut restricting his ability to breathe.

Again the boy panicked, "Mmmmm!" He truly started flailing trying to free himself.

She briefly enjoyed his terrified look of fear before speaking. "Stop, and look at me," Alicia said sternly, frantically Sammy's brown orbs met her own. "You're going to suck my cock now, if you keep struggling or if you bite me, I'm not going to let you breathe. Do you understand me boy?" His eyes were getting glassy, clearly he wasn't good at holding his breath. "Nod your head if you want to breathe." His head practically vibrated with the speed that he nodded and she released his nose allowing his to gasp plenty of air through it. "Good boy, keep being good and I won't have to do that again." His teary-eyed expression only served to stir up the raging arousal in her pelvis. "Now..." Her stern look was replaced with her sly smirk from earlier, "I hope you don't have a gag reflex." He blinked back the tears threatening to come out, finally becoming aware of his fate.

Now able to use both hands, she sifted them through his long dark hair and pulled him forward onto her massive dick. Sammy kept both hands up on her thighs attempting to brace himself as best he could while he was fed more and more of her. He felt as if his jaw would need to unhinge in order to accommodate her sheer girth. Her taste wasn't unpleasant, a bit salty with a hint of something else he couldn't really identify. "Is that what precum tastes like?" Either way, she didn't taste bad, but that still didn't quell his fears as inch by inch continued to sink into his moist mouth.

"That's it..." She whispered getting about a third of her shaft in before stopping for a second to rock her hips and let him adjust. "You ready for more?" He looked up at her as if she was completely insane, "Oh of course you are, you are gonna be a good boy after all right?" Sam immediately nodded in response, afraid of what might happen if he said no. Alicia giggled again then resumed pushing even further down onto her shaft.

Sam's mouth was beginning to reach maximum capacity now, about five inches had made it inside and more was following, he wasn't even halfway yet! Upon realizing this he tried to protest, mumbling up to his captor. "Mmm! Mmbllm-Gllrk!" He was ignored as she held him in place, now seeming to hold him even firmer than before. The tip hit the back of his throat triggering his gag reflex and trying to resist the invader.

With a familiar chesty giggle, he heard Alicia say, "Okay baby here we are, the moment of truth." She rocked her hips again, teasingly poking at the gates to his gullet. "Just relax your throat for me."

Again Sammy tried to shake his head, "There's no way! I'll choke! Please stop!" He tried to telepathically plead with her, but he received no response as her hips seemed to prepare to thrust forward.

"Relaaax..." She hissed, and with one good thrust forward. She harshly breached past his gag reflex, forcing her huge member down into his throat.

"GLUCK-!" Fresh tears immediately poured from Sam's eyes as over half of her cock plunged down his petite throat locking up his airway regardless that she was no longer pinching his nose shut. It's fat size completely plugged his esophagus and from that point on, it easily was slipping even further down. His only resistance was broken and she now had his neck at her mercy.

His tiny tight passage ever so lovingly wrapped around her shaft sending a delightful chill up her spine. "Ooooouu that's what I wanted, that's what I've been looking for." Now not caring how much air he was getting, it was time to get the satisfaction that she had been waiting all day for. Using his hair as a handle, she rocked her hips again, this time with more gyration to it, sawing her cock in and out of his mouth. Every time she pulled out she left the tip right at his throats entrance, keeping it sealed and clenched up, causing him to swallow with every push forward. It milked her cock so sweetly, he may not be having the easiest go of it, but he was certainly making her dick feel nice.

For a few moments she kept going like this, enjoying his pitiful cries from below as his hands feebly slapped at her legs. She wanted to go deeper, but because of the angle and her size, her cock was beginning to bend uncomfortably to make it further down. She needed it to be so she could get her shaft all the way in. Plus she wanted to hear more of the cute noises he made while he had his first deepthroat.

So forming an idea in her head she released the poor soul below her, pulling her meat free from the welcome embrace of his mouth. Sam instantly retched, and coughed up a slew of spit onto the floor. "Ugh!..." His chest heaved, finally taking in some much-needed oxygen. However his relief was short lived as he suddenly found himself being picked up by his arms and literally lifted off the ground to be face to face with his tormentor. His weight seeming to compare to a glass of water in her hands as she effortlessly brought him up to her level.

"Having fun yet sweetie?" She teased, but the boy couldn't form a reply. He was still trying to clear his throat and coughed a few more times. "I sure am." And with that, she suddenly flipped his body around causing Sammy to quickly shriek in shock as his world was turned upside down. His feet now hung up beside Alicia's face and his face once again being tapped by her monster cock. Her arms held him in a bear hug style by his waist, locking his own limbs there by the wrists so this time he couldn't struggle. His hair hanging far down below as his eyes begrudgingly ogled the cock head glistening with his spit from before. "Now this should work muuuuch better." Alicia said raising his body up a bit, preparing to take a second plunge into him. Only in this direction, his throat was a straight passage, and she was sure it would be able to go even deeper.

He shook his head, still terrified of her menacing tool, "Wait! Please I-" His plea fell on deaf ears as she dropped him down low enough for her dick to dive beyond his protesting mouth, and far enough down into his throat for a nice sizeable bulge in his neck to be seen from her point of view.

She had sunk over two-thirds of her schlong in with little to no resistance at all. "Ffffuck yes baby!" Alicia's head tilted back feeling electricity rupture throughout her large frame.

Sam felt his lunch try to rise up out of his stomach from the continued abuse of his gag reflex, but as it tried to travel up her dick forced it right back down. His eyes began to roll back as once more his ability to breathe was stolen away from him, plus vertigo from being flipped off the ground made it even more disorienting. He felt her lift his body up like a rag doll over several inches of her member, then lower it back down again. Using him as some sort of fuck sleeve for her own pleasure while he suffered for air. His feet idly bounced in mid air while she picked up a rhythm, raising him and dropping him back down. Sam struggled a bit trying to squirm away, but it only served her as his movements sucked her flesh even more, eliciting several pleasured moans from his mistress. "I can't breathe, I can't breathe!"

"Hmm...let's get these off of you." Using only one arm to continue moving him, she began working on the button of his jeans then unzipping them free. Although Sam's vision was starting to get blurry, he was still aware enough to feel her beginning to strip him. Easily she tossed away his converse shoes and ankle socks, then worked on pulling his pants free exposing his smooth tan legs with his briefs soon to follow. Weakly he tried to kick his legs, but it was in vein as his smaller cock finally was freed from its prison and his undies were discarded. "Oh my! Look at this cute little thing!" She spoke opting to rutt her hips forward now instead of manipulating his body, so she could still fuck his face but get a good look at his tiny cock. The boy felt his face starting to get extremely hot, not sure if it was from being deprived of air, or the shame of being half naked in front of her. Her hand also went around to grab and squeeze his pliable ass, "And such a nice bubble butt too. Mmmm, I'm gonna have fun with this." A dark giggle came from her as she gave a quick slap to his ass. The soft cheek jiggling with the sudden sting of it while she asked, "If I'm soooo cruel to you, and you really hate this. Then why is this pathetic little prick so rock hard?"

That's when he realized, despite his own drool beginning to leak down out of his mouth, over the meaty shaft of her dick and down her dangling balls, even over his face into his nose and eyes. Effectively blurring his vision and stuffing his nose up. Despite it all, he was...so turned on.

His boyhood had practically been throbbing the entire time. From the moment her huge she cock sprang free, to the moment he was choking on it while she held him against his will. His mind wanted her to stop, but his body wanted more. He could actually feel the slight dampness on his pelvis from where is own dick was dripping a clear drop of precum. "Mmmmmm!" He tried to moan, but all that came out was a throaty gurgle as his vision went black.

"Okay, I think you're ready now." Without warning, she unceremoniously jerked him up off her throbbing member, fresh air immediately rushing to Sammy's suffering lungs, and dropped him letting his body flop down to the floor. His naked booty slapping the tile as he again erupted into a coughing fit, spitting out his own drool that had mixed with her salty cock fluid. As his vision cleared however, he looked up between the legs of his tall lover. And saw something that only served to confuse him more.

Behind her balls, was a pink slit with puffy lips that glistened wet. "Is...is that a pussy?" He thought gasping for air, his mind racing. "She has both girl and boy parts?" What is she?" Unfortunately he didn't have the time to think it over for very long as his Mistress bent over to snatch his shirt and ripped it up over his head, leaving him naked below her. "Wait!" Sam yelled in between gulps of air.

"I'm done waiting sweetie." She returned clearly unsympathetic, leaning forward and scooping him up over her shoulder like a sack of flour. Sam couldn't believe just how strong she was, obviously her big size gave her merit over him. She then opened the stall door exiting the cramped space with the boy feebly kicking and batting at her back. After picking up the rest of his clothes and her own skirt, she made her way to the rear exit. But not before nonchalantly tossing the boys garments into the trash bin along with his shoes saying, "You won't be needing those anymore."

After watching his belongings be thrown away like that, Sam felt like he was being carried to his doom as they entered the alleyway behind Bridge's bar. The cool night air causing Sammy to gasp as it washed along his bare body. It was a narrow spot between the two buildings with a dumpster right beside them and a clear view of the parking lot a ways down. Alicia dropped him onto his back on top of the closed dumpster causing him to let out a little 'Oouf', her height and the size of it put his lower half level with her still twitching dick. His own prick was standing rigid, looking like a pathetic toothpick compared to her unnatural size.

His mistress pulled him down so the small of his back rested on the edge of the dumpster with his tush hanging off it. As the realization of what she was about to do hit the poor boy, he felt as if his blood ran cold, and his cock pulsed with excitement. "Please stop! I've never-" She slapped him again like she had before, making an echoing clap sound in the ally.

"I told you I'm done waiting, never make me tell you twice slut!" She scolded him before tapping the tip of her cock on his plush bottom. "I've wanted this ass from the moment I saw it. God, it curves in all the right fucking places and now it's mine." Alicia looped her arms under his knees and lifted his bare legs at a ninety-degree angle, spreading them enough so his cute little star was in her sights. She pressed the tip of her meat against it kissing it seemingly sweetly. His drool coated her cock head along with it's constantly seeping precum that seemed to never stop dripping out, and she rubbed it along his bud teasingly. "Mmmm this is gonna be tight. You better hope you lubed me up enough bitch."

The boy was afraid, terrified, he stared at her, arms above his head helpless. His lip trembling, his nipples hard as diamond and his dick still twitching. "...Please..."

Alicia reared her hips back like before, and mercilessly shoved herself in.

Her cock tore through his anal ring and into his sweet virginal flesh, stretching it out roughly. Sammy arched his back immediately and screamed out in agony. It felt as if she had torn him in half, a ripping sensation that caused him to shriek in pain then weakly sob while Alicia sighed in relief. "Aaaahhh...that's good." She cooed, his inner muscles tightly squeezed over half of her huge member. "Mmmm...yes." Barely giving him enough time to fully absorb what just happened, she already started moving her hips again. Pulling her cock out only till the tip remained inside, then stuffing it back into his pulsing little love hole.

Like his throat from before, his belly began to show a slight bump up every time she shoved it in. His entire body lurched forward and the dumpster groaned with the force of her merciless movement immediately picking up speed. Sammy was practically going into shock, his ass burned, it cried for relief wanting her to pull out this invader. The end to his suffering seeming to be nowhere in site.

But why was his cock still hard?

It seemed like with every thrust she went deeper and deeper. But it also seemed like there was no end to her enormous she-cock, and she would just keep stuffing him full more and more until it came out his mouth.

Alicia began to grunt, seeming to be concentrating hard and leaning forward over his much smaller frame, thrusting harder. Sam felt the wind being knocked out of him with every motion, but it wasn't until one particularly harsh shove when he felt her huge swinging balls spank his ass, and his poor little tummy bulge even more, that's when he lost his breath completely.

She bit her lip as her pelvis met his perineum, "Yes baby. Mmmmm, you feel that? I'm all the way inside you now." A sadistic laugh came out of her at the slack-jawed expression he replied with, "You're doing soooo good sweetie, taking it like a good boy should for Momma." Not stopping her movements, she fully leaned over his body putting his legs further back and nearly over her shoulders. Stretching his flexibility near to its limit. She took hold of his chin and ran her thumb over his lips. "I've been saving this load up just for a good little slut like you. Feel my heavy balls baby?" He could, he felt them every time they slapped his soft cheeks. "Just FULL of cum for you."

His eyes were locked into hers as she leaned down again and kissed him hard, her tongue easily slipping into his wide open mouth while she smothered him with her big breasts.

Both of them moaned into the kiss, Sammy's mind was blank, it still hurt. His stomach was being stretched uncomfortably from her cock. But something else was happening. Something deep inside his tight pulsing core, that made him feel all tingly. Something that sent a surge from his pelvis, up his swaying legs to the tips of his toes causing them to flex and curl. Up his torso sending a jolt through his nipples as her covered tits brushed against them. And all the way up to his head making him even dizzier than he already was.

He had felt this feeling before, but never when he had something so huge crammed up his rear end. He couldn't believe it but, "I...I think I'm going to..."

Before he could finish the thought Alicia released his mouth and redoubled her efforts on shoving her shaft into her little fuck sleeve. "Fuck! That's it slut! Here it comes, Momma's almost there. Here it comes!" Her shoves forward shook the dumpster hard, clanging it against the brick wall and flopping Sam's body without abandon.

He started making crying out sounds, loud almost girly squeals, and moans as his sweaty hair matted to his face. But they were not pained anymore, no the uncomfortable stretching was still there. But the frequent friction of her harsh treatment was now only serving to make his cock shudder with delight.

"I'm-I'm...I'm cumming!" He knew it in his head, but all that came out of his mouth was a weak moan of submission.

"Fuuuck!" Alicia growled as she buried her length in somehow even deeper than before as her pent up sexual frustration finally burst free of the prison within her balls. Thick hot white cum shot free from them and poured into the poor boy's bowels like a geyser. Again Sam arched his back as he felt the heat of her load fill up his belly with copious amounts of boiling hot seed. His belly distended and swelled as she pumped what felt like a gallon of cum into his body, with the bulge from her cock and the now swell of his full stomach, it looked as if she made him pregnant.

His head tilted up craning his neck to look at the wall, eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he cried out in insane ecstasy, his tiny rod spewing forth it's own load of his pathetic cum. It spurted out onto his belly in several milky white jets, Alicia had never once touched his cock. She hadn't even breathed on it, yet somehow he was able to reach a climax. His vision was white, and his toes went stiff.

He had to have lost his mind.

The two milked each other for every drop they had, she grinded against the smaller body several times allowing his tunnel to squeeze every ounce of her love milk into his tummy.

After she had finished depositing her load, Alicia sighed with satisfaction. Sating her pent up lust for now, and withdrawing her huge hunk of girl meat from the abused boy's asshole. As it popped free, the yank of it pulled Sammy down off the dumpster and he collapsed face down on the ground at his Mistress's feet. His belly squished onto the floor and her cum squirted out of his ass for a quick second before it slowly oozed out, covering his spent and deflating cock and balls.

He was exhausted, his ass started to burn again and he heaved for breath on the cold alley ways floor. Above him he could see Alicia staring down with an evil smirk, her monster prick and now empty ball sack dangling down past her knees.

Before he could say anything though, suddenly her foot came up and stepped down onto the back of his head holding his cheek against the ground. The heel of her shoe digging into his cheek while the toes portion pressed onto his temple a bit.

"You just came without permission Sammy..." She shook her head and clicked her tongue, "Naughty, naughty boy..." Her tone was low and chastising as if she was scolding a child. "You're going to have to be punished for that."

Sam had no strength left, but he whined upon hearing this. "Please..." He heaved each word between gasps. "Please Alicia...I'm so-" She stepped down on his head harder, hurting only a little but enough to get the message through.

"You do not call me that slut! You will refer to me as Mistress from now on, do you understand?" Sam nodded frantically. "Good boy." She let up some of the pressure on his head, but did not remove her foot. "Now, since this was your first time I'll let you off easy for now. I'm going to give you a choice." From below his teary brown eyes stared up, clearly worried about what his options were going to be this time. "Number one, you get up off of that sweet butt and come with me to my Uber ride in the parking lot. I'll take you to my home, clean you up, and we can pick up right where we left off. Because I'm still horny." Her hanging cock seemed to have a mind of its own as it very slightly jumped excitedly. "Or...number two..." His Mistress reached between her breasts and produced a key out of them, which she used to reach over and lock the rear entrance to Bridges.

"How...?How does she...!?" He thought baffled, she knew the bartender by name and she had her own key? She must've had this all planned for who knows how long.

"Or..." She dropped the key between the huge twin mounds on her chest. "I drive away, you'll never see me again, and you can have a nice walk home naked." The boy looked at her with an 'are you kidding me' expression as she stepped back off of his head. "It's up to you. What's it gonna be?" Sam laid there in stunned silence, he lived over five miles away. And he took a cab to get here. Plus his phone was in his pocket, of the pants which she tossed in the garbage inside the room of the door she just locked. She knew he wouldn't have a ride home because he foolishly told her he would have to call for a ride when they were messaging each other earlier. He wanted to bury his face in the ground, he couldn't bare the embarrassment of running through the bar to try and fish his phone and clothes out of the bathrooms disgusting trash bin, or of walking so far in the complete nude. He could get arrested! Or mugged, so she, in reality, was only giving him one option. "Well...don't keep me waiting." Her foot tapped on the concrete and her cock swung teasingly as she did so. Sam felt his shoulders sink knowing there was nothing he could do. But on the bright side of things, despite the horror of what just occurred. He couldn't deny, that was the best orgasm he had ever had. So hanging his head in shame, he weakly pushed on his arms to sit on his knees. Not ready to stand yet as his legs felt like jello, and he gave one quiet whisper. Too quiet for anyone to hear. "Oh I'm sorry what was that?" She asked teasing him again. Bending over and cupping one hand over her ear, "Say it louder, so Momma can hear."

Shamefully Sam swallowed his pride and responded, "...Yes...Mistress..."

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