Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 03

As she bounced, her huge breasts were bouncing even more. But luckily, his large hands were there to hold them in place, squeezing them greedily as they jiggled. Bruce groaned in pleasure as he fucked up into her ever so slightly. Her wet, tight cunt felt incredible around Bruce's massive dick, but she was still being tentative. Sure, she was going a bit faster, and taking a bit more of his length every time. But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted this bitch to bounce on his entire length as hard and fast as possible, moaning like a whore, and screaming out every curse word in the book. And if she wasn't gonna do that herself, he figured he ought to just show her.

Lacey was startled as Bruce suddenly pushed her to the side, causing his swollen dick to slide out of her as she fell face first against the couch cushion next to him. As this happened, Bruce slid out from beneath her and stood up, leaving her face down, ass up on the couch. As he discarded the rest of his clothes, the young wife pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and looked back at the older man, confused. But this didn't last long, as Bruce kneeled on the couch behind her and roughly shoved her upper half down against the couch cushion. He sidled into place behind her, his sex-juice soaked dick pointed at her entrance again.

"Time to show you what you're made of," he growled insidiously. He then grabbed her hips and flexed his hips forward, pushing his weapon into her tight quiver again.

"Oh!" she sighed as her temporarily empty pussy began to be refilled with excessive amounts of dick. He knew she could take it, so he wasn't patient in the slightest, quickly sliding his entire length deep inside her once again. "Oh my god!" she sighed again, having to wiggle and angle herself to allow the man entrance inside her again. Somehow, in this position, his already huge dick felt even bigger. "Fuck! Jesus!" she sighed as her pussy adjusted to his size again. But this time, he wasn't gonna give her any time to get used to it.

Snarling like an animal, he eased himself back till only the head of his girthy cock was still lodged inside her. Then, without mercy, he drove himself forward into her roughly, heaving his entire length inside her in savagely.

"OH! GOD..." she yelled out, her eyes widening in shock as her pussy stretched around his massive size again. Before she could fully recover, he was already sliding his cock back out to the tip before slamming it back in again. "UGH! OH MY GOD!" she screamed as she panted for breath like a woman giving birth. Still gripping her hips, he drove into her again, and again, and again, driving her entire body forwards. "OH! AHHH! UGHH!" she groaned as she took it.

"Take it!" he growled. "Take that dick, bitch!" He kept pumping his full length into her, again and again and again. His hands were gripping her hips as he drilled her, pulling her back into him as he drove into her, his fit stomach slamming into her ass every time. Her ass jiggled with every thrust as he kept pumping into her, stealing his gaze for a moment.

"Wait... wait... slow down," she called out, looking back at the merciless older man. But he was ruthless, picking up the pace despite her pleas for mercy, fucking her harder and harder. She began lifting her head ever so slightly, seeking kindness. But instead, he only grabbed her silky hair roughly, pulling her back hard. "Ah! AHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" she moaned as her entire body felt like it was on fire thanks to his efforts. Despite the rough treatment, she couldn't deny the electric jolts of pleasure coming from her dripping pussy.

"Don't act like you're not loving this!" the older man growled. "Talk to me, bitch! Tell me how much you love it!"

The sounds of meaty slapping as her ass slapped against his stomach filled the room. Her pussy was spasming around his swollen pole as he fucked her faster and faster, harder than she ever thought possible. Her gorgeous face was a mask of pleasure as her mouth remained open in a silent moan. His muscles were flexed as he gripped her hair with one hand and her hip with the other, drilling her roughly.

"Tell me you like getting fucked like a fucking whore!" he demanded, pumping into her, his cock like a blur as he fucked her brains out. She remained silent, her body tensed in pleasure. Bruce filled her with his entire length on every thrust, causing his sizable balls to slap against her clit.

"No..." she sighed softly, eyes closed, somehow clinging to some semblance of dignity despite the current circumstances.

"Haha!" he couldn't help but laugh at how silly this sounded. "Why? Cause you're married?" he asked mockingly.

"Married..." she repeated, eyes clenched shut, barely able to think straight as he kept filling her with dick, her ass kept slamming against his stomach as he did so. He couldn't help but notice her pushing back against him ever so slightly. Despite her soft pleas for mercy, she was clearly loving this rough treatment. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every thrust, and her juices were leaking obscenely from her cunt as the older man worked his magic, drilling her harder and harder. Bruce leaned forward, yanking her further back as he brought his mouth near her ear.

"Talk to me, bitch!" he growled into her ear, still drilling her. As he fucked her, her massive tits were hanging down between her arms, rippling and bouncing as he pumped into her roughly. Reaching beneath her, he dug his big palm into her soft, luscious titties again. "These big, perfect tits? They are mine now! I don't care that you're married! I don't care if you pledged yourself to that pussy of a husband! These tits belong to me now!" he growled, groping her hanging jugs roughly.

"Oh my God!" she groaned, barely able to handle the rough treatment. She didn't know if she could agree with it, but God, did it ever feel like this old man had taken ownership of her huge breasts, stealing sole possession of them away from her husband. It sounded bad, but the thought of it made her pussy even wetter. But no... if she gave over total ownership of her body to this man, she would be his bitch forever. She couldn't do that.

Not yet.

Giving him no response, he opted to grab one of her hard nipples between his calloused fingers and twisted it hard. "AHHHHHH! Oh!" she screamed out, humping back at him further.

But still, she was holding back.

Growling, he pushed himself back, releasing his hold on her and leaving her on all fours in front of him. For a few moments, he savored humping into the young wife's eager cunt. Her body was loving the brutal, hardcore treatment, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to break her mind! He wanted to show her what she was built for. He wanted to teach her a lesson about the lust she inspired in so many men.

At this, his eyes drifted down to look at her firm, juicy white ass driving back into him, jiggling as he drilled her. The red g-string was still there, the tiny string lodged between the cheeks. Her snowy skin was glowing, coated with the sweat of exertion. That ass... that jiggling, juicy ass... it was taunting him. Jiggling. Bouncing. Fuck... so firm. So mouthwatering. So unblemished.

He realized he didn't just want to teach her a lesson.

He wanted to punish her.

Rearing back with one hand, still holding her hips with the other, he got to work.

SPANK!

"AHHH!" she moaned out in shock as the older man swatted her rear end. Despite the shock, an electric bolt of lust coursed through her from the firm contact.

SPANK! SPANK!

"OH!" she moaned out again. Holy crap! She was shocked at how good that felt!

He delighted in spanking the hot young wife's rear end. Such a perfect, bouncy rear end was built to be spanked and punished.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Mmmm!" she groaned, trying her best to suppress a very loud moan. No man had ever done anything like this to her, and the pleasure that was coursing through her at such an illicit, humiliating act was insane. She had never felt anything like this. Everything this older man was doing to her was driving her crazy, and despite the fact that she was a married woman letting an older man spank her g-string clad ass as he drilled her roughly, she couldn't stop herself from keeping on letting him do whatever the hell he wanted to her.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Ahhh..." she sighed, her body lighting up with pleasure.

"Damn, what an ass..." he groaned, admiring the way her snowy white ass began turning pink due to this harsh treatment. He ran his hand over the warm, pink flesh, groping her perfect rear end freely as he kept drilling her. "It was always gonna end like this..."

"Whuh..." she said, confused, glancing back at him, the pleasure that was still coursing through her putting her in a fog.

"You know exactly what you were doing, don't you?" he asked, before delivering another crisp spank.

SPANK!

"Oh!" she sighed in pleasure, her cunt squeezing down on his big dick as he kept pumping her married cunt. She was trying to seek out any source of strength, anything to deny this evil old man's assertions, and her mind went to her husband. Derrick. Sweet, kind Derrick. She tried to remember the strength of their love and marriage, but she had trouble focusing, Bruce's driving cock inflaming her thoughts of pure, unadulterated lust.

"Every time you go out in public, and act all nice and sweet, but we both know the truth..." he growled, spanking her again. She sighed in pleasure again. "You know exactly what you do to men..."

SPANK!

"OHH!" she screamed out as Bruce swatted her g-string clad ass even harder. She had to resist. She had to stay strong. She had to think of Derrick. She had to remember her marriage. But God, this felt so good! Why did this have to feel so good.

"You act like this little goody-too-shoes married sweetheart, but you know men check you out," Bruce stated, spanking ass loudly again. She groaned in a mix of pain and rapturous pleasure. "You know men stare at those huge tits and this perfect ass of yours."

SPANK! SPANK!

"Guhhh!" she groaned, jumping in shock but not moving away, staying in place, letting the older man continue to have his way with her body. Damn, this felt good! Stay strong! Think of Derrick!

"You know that every move you make makes men want to BAD things to you, hahaha..." he laughed insidiously, spanking her ass twice in succession, one across each cheek. "Fuck! Oh! Guys you went to school with... men you work with... any man that catches a glimpse of you. They want to run their hands all over you. They want to spank this hot ass, just like I am..." he said, swatting her ass firmly again. "They want to squeeze these big tits, like I have," he said, spanking her again. "They want to fuck your brains out and make you their bitch... like I'm going to."

SPANK! SPANK!

"Oh my God!" she cried out, never feeling more alive. She was on fire right now! Bruce kept pumping into her, ravaging her body with his big dick. No! She had to resist. Remember... ugh, damn! Bruce's cock was so big! No! She had to think of her, ugh... oh... she had to think of her husband. Damn! So good! Ugh! She had to resist. Stay strong. Think of her husband.

Whatever his name was.

"You bounce and jiggle around those men and you act like you're this little princess," he continued, driving into her hard. "But we both know what you really are. Damn! Fuck! We both know how badly you wanted this. How much you needed this! Oh! Yes! You were waiting for somebody to cut through the bullshit and bend you over! God damn! Yes! Rescue you from your sham marriage to your pussy husband. Take you to your limits. Show you what you're built for. Right?"

SPANK! SPANK!

"Right!?" he demanded. Her head was rolling as electric jolts resonated from her pink rear end due to the cruel treatment by this wicked old man.

She couldn't think straight she was so excited, let alone speak. Oh fuck! So good! Bruce's dick felt so good! Why was she resisting this? Why resist something that feels so good!?

"RIGHT!?" he demanded.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Yes!" she finally responded, lost in the heat of the moment, so overwhelmed. Nothing else mattered! Nothing else mattered except that big dick inside of her! It felt so good! UGH! That cock was amazing! in the moment that she would have said yes to anything he asked of her. She was that fucking horny!

SPANK! SPANK!

"AHHH!" she moaned, driving back into him harder.

"That's why you came here today, isn't it?" he asked with a grin, running his hands all over her perfect, juicy ass as he kept drilling her. Even though he wasn't holding her in place, she was dutifully forcing herself back at him, keeping this ongoing fuck as hard as possible. "It wasn't about Christmas or the neighborhood or anything else. You came here to tease me, didn't you?"

SPANK! SPANK!

"UGHHH!" she groaned. "Yes!" she called out, despite knowing this wasn't true.

"You did it all on purpose, didn't you?" he asked, rubbing her ass, toying with her, teasing his next spank. "You bent over in front of me earlier, just to show me this hot ass, didn't you?" She remained silent, until...

SPANK! SPANK!

"AHHH! Yes! Yes!" she called out. It was an accident, bending over before. She was admitting to something that wasn't actually true, just to please this evil old scrooge. Submitting to him in this way was only turning her on more.

"You unzipped your coat just because you wanted me to be able to see your big tits," he stated.

SPANK!

"Yes!" the wife called out, moaning in excitement, the spanking and the thought of this actually being true driving her crazy. She was driving back at him roughly, her massive, hanging tits bouncing like crazy now.

"You wanted to tease me because you knew I wouldn't put up with it," Bruce said.

SPANK!

"Ohhhh!" she moaned as his hand slapped her ass again, biting her lip in pleasure. Her pussy was spasming around his rock-hard length as he fucked her, giving him incomparable pleasure as his swollen meat returned the favor. She couldn't believe how smoothly he was pumping his massive cock into her now after how much effort it took at the start, but her married pussy had completely recalibrated itself to big, fat dick. And as it did, it felt like she was being taken to a whole new world. Her cute married pussy was evolving as it was being taught a valuable lesson by the massive, evil dick buried inside it, slowly but surely leaving all dignity behind and becoming a dripping, slutty, nasty CUNT!

But she couldn't tell him that.

SPANK!

"Because you wanted me to be the man to take you..."

SPANK!

"Gahh!" she screamed out, seeing lights in her eyes.

"You wanted me to be the man to dominate you like you wanted..."

SPANK!

"FUHHH!"

"You wanted me to be the man who got to run his hands all over your hot naked body..." he growled, putting the side of his hand between the cheeks and sliding it along her ass-crack, announcing his dominance over her with this simple gesture. With his other hand...

SPANK!

"OHHHH!" She screamed out loudly. She was so turned on she couldn't think straight. At this point, even she was starting to believe what he was saying. Maybe she did come here for this. Maybe she did come here to tease this evil, unpleasant older man with her hot married body. Maybe she did come here to submit to him... just this once.

"You want to be my bitch, don't you?" he growled.

SPANK! SPANK!

"DON'T YOU" he yelled.

Lacey's head was raised. She was breathing deep. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head in pure, blinding pleasure. And at this point, she had to admit it. After all he had done to her, and her reaction to it, he had to be right. About everything. So, when she finally spoke up, she wasn't lying just to give him what he wanted.

She only spoke the truth.

"Yes! YES!" she screamed out. "I want to be your bitch!" she screamed out. At this, he drove into her harder, his hands getting back to work.

SPANK! SPANK!

"I wanted you to spank me!"

SPANK! SPANK!

"AHHH! Yes! I wanted to tease you with my ass!"

SPANK! SPANK!

"Guh! Oh... yes. I wanted to tease you with my big tits!"

SPANK! SPANK!

"OHHH! God! I wanted you to put your hands all over me!" she screamed out, pushing back as he drove himself into her roughly.

SPANK! SPANK!

"Ughhh! You're right! You're right! This wasn't about Christmas!"

SPANK! SPANK!

"OHHH! This wasn't about the neighborhood!"

SPANK! SPANK!

At this, she looked back and up at the older man, mouth panting, sweat on her brow, eyes glassy with lust. Looking straight into his eyes, she finally came out and said what he already knew.

"I came here to let you to do whatever you want to me!" Lacey said to him. Breathing like a bull, almost unable to contain himself, Bruce reacted.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"AHHHHHHH!" she screamed out loudly.

His lust now at a fevered pitch, he grabbed her hips again and began pounding the married slut at a furious pace. Her body was shuddering as the old man fucked the young married slut hard.

"Mmmm... fuck!" he growled as her spectacular cunt squeezed his throbbing weapon, massaging every inch of it. For a man of incredible endurance, her pussy was fucking magic, making him struggle not to lose control. "Talk to me, bitch! Tell me how much you love being treated like a slut! How much of a slut you are!"

Lacey simply shook her head no, mouth clenched shut, unable to open it without moaning. For some reason, this was the sticking point for her. She was like 90% broken, but she was clinging to this last shred of herself. Despite everything, she was trying her best to hold onto her dignity for as long as she could. Sure, she had just admitted to coming over to his house for the sole purpose of letting him treat her like a whore. But there was something different about admitting that she was a slut, as if coming out and saying it would make it true. Yeah, she had come over, taken off her clothes, and let this evil old man brutally grope, squeeze, and spank her, all while letting him drill her as hard as he could. But this was a one-time event as of now. But if she admitted to being a slut, she would be a slut for good.

But this silence wasn't gonna satisfy old Brucey.

SPANK! SPANK!

"Talk to me, bitch!" he growled, her cunt gripping him in response to the firm spanks. "Hubby can't get the job done, right? He doesn't have the equipment... but I do. Don't I?" he asked, sweat dripping on his brow as he kept up the brutal pace. But again, she stayed silent, shaking her head no, not letting herself give in to him fully. Because if she did, there was no denying what she'd become. There would be no denying that she was nothing more than a nasty, wicked slut! Snarling, he fucked her harder, her pussy gushing all over his swollen pole. The obscene sounds of his balls slapping into her clit filled the room.

It was obvious to Bruce that she was clearly loving this, but she refused to let herself give in, a fact that both frustrated him and filled him with lust. Bruce loved a challenge, and God damn, this bitch was stubborn. How in the hell was she still holding back? He wanted more than anything to make this bitch curse and moan like the little slut she was.

"You're just a little slut," he growled, not picking up the pace but fucking her with more oomph, making her reddened ass shudder from the hard fucking. "'That's all you are. A little whore, willing to do anything for a huge dick! Fuck!" he growled. Again, she shook her head, trying to protect her pride despite the fact that she was getting drilled by a huge dick that was not her husband's. Furious, but blindingly turned on, he leaned over, putting his mouth near her ear. "TELL ME! Admit you're a slut! Admit you are loving this!" he demanded. He watched her from up close as she clenched her mouth shut, unable to open her mouth without giving in. He reached under her and availed himself in her massive, firm, double-F married tits roughly, just the way she liked it. "Tell me!" he growled again, his face near her ear as he kept pumping into her.