!ADULTS ONLY! Tag Bonewell: House Dick!

"Mr. Burns, I'll do anything . . . anything . . . anything you want me to do . . . if you can find it in you not to show it to my parents." Had he correctly read her offer?

"Anything?" Just in the way he had said the word, she knew he had read her loud and clear.

She nodded and said, "Anything!" He looked at her, a lecherous look unmistakably written on his face.

"Get naked!" He looked at her, waiting. She had found her way out.

Without uttering a word, she stood and disrobed before him, feeling his eyes exploring every inch of her curvaceous body as each piece of clothing hit the floor. She saw that he was rubbing his crotch. Fully nude, with her tits jiggling slightly, she stood there, leaving the next move to him. He switched on an overhead light by hitting a button on the wall behind him. He turned the dimmer switch to its brightest setting. The new lighting effect made her feel even more exposed.

He cleared his throat and said, "You are very beautiful, Tracy, and your body is, well, just incredible. But you know that already, don't you?" She nodded, not knowing what else to do.

He stood up and came toward her. She could see he had an erection forming a tent in his trousers. A stain, about the size of a quarter, was on his light colored slacks, right where his cock's head would be.

He stood before her, and proceeded to disrobe. "Tracy, I want you to tell me that you want me to fuck you. And use Mr. Burns." His shirt hit the floor, followed quickly by his trousers.

"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Burns." Oh, no, she thought, my pussy's getting wet! What's wrong with me? Am I depraved? A sexaholic? Or is it that Burns isn't too hard on the eyes?

At 6' 1" with wavy black hair, a decent looking body, and only in his early 30s, he certainly wasn't unattractive to her. Given different circumstances, she might have actually wanted to fuck him. A part of her did now.

Burns peeled off his briefs, leaving him with just black socks on his feet. As he straightened up, his cock sprang out. He saw Tracy looking at it. "It's not as big as Rugby's, Tracy, but at 10" I think you'll enjoy it."

He moved into her, his body inches from hers, and directed his lips toward hers. She didn't show a sign of resistance as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. To the contrary, he felt her kiss him back. Still kissing her, he found her right hand and guided it to his fully erect prick. She responded positively by squeezing it, stroking it.

He ran a hand down her back and played with her ass cheeks, his fingers taking a plunge into the crack, finding her anus and probing it. He moved a hand to her vagina, the fingers probing her wetness. As he broke from the long kiss, he thought: Christ, I'm in heaven! What a woman!

He bent his head down and sucked on her tits, one after the other, his finger still manipulating her pussy. She moaned and he loved that. Her pussy got even wetter and he loved that, too. He stood up.

He smiled at her, and then said, "On your knees!" She obeyed, now seemingly his willing sex slave. His woman to do whatever he chose to do with her. The thought made her even wetter between her legs.

He reached out a hand and lifted her chin up, and looked directly into her eyes. "You know, Tracy," he said gently. "I'm really a reasonable guy. It was obvious to me you really enjoyed sucking and fucking Rugby, and that's great. You'll enjoy me, too, if you put your heart and soul into it, and just let yourself go. And we can have lots of fun, you, me, and even Rugby at some point. Would you like that, Tracy, sucking and fucking the both of us at the same time?"

"I guess, Mr. Burns." He still held her chin.

"No, Tracy, no guessing. I want you to tell me whether or not you would love sucking and fucking us both." He looked at her, a grin on his face.

"Yes, Mr. Burns. I would love to suck and fuck you both." Damn, she thought, feeling her pussy react, I would! Rugby's big horsey flashed through her mind. He released her chin.

"Now, Tracy, it's getting late. So, all I want you to do for me now is give me head. But with the same passion and ardor you displayed earlier in the evening. OK?" She saw his left leg start to shake.

"Yes, Mr. Burns." He reached down with his other hand and began playing with her right breast, pinching the nipple hard. A moan escaped her lips. Burns was really enjoying this night with his first, and probably last, sex slave.

"Now, Tracy, before you suck my cock, I want you to suck my balls. Do it!"

She leaned forward, found his testicles with her right hand, then her mouth, and sucked on them, first one, then the other. Then back again. She did this for a few minutes, hearing him moan above her. His balls smelled strongly of male musk, and the room now seemed filled with the undeniable smell of sex.

"Now, Tracy, lick my cock all over." She proceeded to do just that. "Use both your lips and tongue. That'll get it wetter." She complied, going up and down and all around the head and shaft. Her saliva was coating the cock, making it slick and sticky.

"Now, baby, kiss the pee hole a few times. I want to feel those luscious lips of yours in that way." She complied with five or six wet smooches, smack dab on his innie type pee hole. The third kiss had made a giant blob of pre-cum form on the pee hole. This didn't deter her. Kiss number four pushed the blob of cum onto her lips, and a thin strand of cum hung between his cock and her mouth, defying gravity.

He couldn't believe his good fortune. To have someone, so young, so beautiful, kissing his cock the way she was kissing it, well, this only happens in fictional stories. And, just to know she would do anything he could dream up, well, even fiction couldn't describe what he was feeling.

To cum in her mouth. And have her swallow it! To fuck her young pussy. To fuck her in the ass. To share her with Rugby and double fuck her. And, perhaps, share her with other men. There was no limit to the fun he had in store for Ms. Tracy Winsome, the latest Rugby sitter. And horsey rider.

"Suck me off!" was all he now said. And she did, giving him the greatest blowjob of his entire life. What lips! What a hot, young mouth! And her tongue! The way she expertly used it to explore every inch of his cock, driving him crazy as it explored the glans penis, that supersensitive part of the cock's head.

And watching her, as all 10" disappeared into her sweet, innocent looking face. And the blond hair, the blue eyes, the gorgeous face. It was way beyond reality. It was a dream come true. A fucking dream come true!

"Now, darling, are you ready for my load?" She nodded on his cock, moving her mouth up to the head. She liked tasting it. And taste it, she sure did, for Mr. Burns hadn't had an orgasm in a month. He held her head in his hands and looked down at her face, his long, hard cock protruding from her mouth.

"Here it cums, baby, get ready. Take it all. Oh, yeah. Swallow me, baby."

He kept moaning and yelling as he unloaded what seemed to him to be the biggest load he had ever shot out. He spurted and spurted and spurted. Then he dribbled and dribbled and dribbled. There didn't seem to be any end to it. And it was all going into the mouth of the gorgeous woman kneeling at his feet. His long, thick cock in her mouth.

On Burns' second spurt, both spurts having hit the back of her throat, Tracy placed both hands on his ass cheeks and squeezed him toward her. She liked this position. His cock, unattended by her hands, in her mouth as it shot its load, with his strong, muscular ass cheeks in both her hands, moving him back and forth, as if he was fucking her face.

On his third spurt, she had reached down between her legs with her right hand and started to masturbate. Her left hand was still squeezing his ass cheek, drawing him to her, and then pulling him away. As she swallowed his initial sperm, she felt it coming on, her blessed release.

With him spurting, then dribbling into her mouth, the orgasm overtook her. She moaned, sounding appreciative, around his cock. "Mmmm. Mmmm." Above her, he was moaning, too. They were both cumming simultaneously, and it felt fantastic to each of them, in their own way.

He looked down at her, his cock spent. She was still sucking him off while she fingered herself. He let her continue, enjoying watching her work her pussy. Oh, yeah, baby, he thought, I am going to fuck you for the rest of my life! The very thought of that made him shiver from head to toe.

Then she was done with her self-abuse. He helped her to her feet and, looking at her beautiful body, his cock got hard again. As if it too had eyes and loved what it was seeing. This put an idea into his head.

"Tracy, I know it's late, but I just have to feel my cock in your pussy. For just a few minutes at least. So, turn around, bend over, and grab your ankles." He didn't ask her, he commanded her. And she obeyed.

With her ass high in the air, and fully exposed to him, she felt the hard head of his cock seeking entrance to her pussy. Then, it was in her. Then, it was all the way in her. And it felt delightful to her. All 10" of him. She wondered if he could feel the sperm still deep in her from Rugby.

"Now, Tracy," he said. "Let's talk real dirty. Tell me you love my big prick in your hot cunt."

"I . . . I love your big prick, Mr. Burns, in my hot c-cunt!" It was the first time she had ever uttered the word cunt. Somehow, the short, harsh sharpness of the dirty word had an effect on her. She felt her pussy twitch and throb.

He pushed in and out of her. He told her to say it again, and she did, this time with great emphasis on the cunt word. Lordy, she thought, I think I can cum again!

He now yelled at her. "You love fucking me, you cunt?"

"Yes, I love fucking you, Mr. Burns!" He had called her a cunt. She now felt like one. A slut cunt.

"You love my prick, you cunt?" He had done it again.

"Yes, Mr. Burns, I love your prick!" She was close, so close.

"Are you my cunt?" That did it. She was cumming.

"Y-y-y-y-yes, Mr. Burns, I-I-I'm your c-c-c-c-unt! Oh, God, oh yeah, oh oh, ooooooooh, oh, God!" She was shuddering violently now, and would have toppled over if his hands, on her waist, hadn't been there.

He rammed it into her, hard, and without mercy. Then pulled back and rammed it home again, even harder this time. He kept doing this to her, driving her farther and farther into an oblivion of her own making.

He came in her, but she was too far gone to feel it. Then he said, "Tell me you love me, my cunt!"

Without hesitation, she yelled, "I love you, Mr. Burns!" He knew it was a lie, but it felt great just to hear the words spoken to him by someone as young and as luscious as she was.

Finally, they were both finished. He pulled out of her, his cock making a sploosh-like sound. He told her, "Clean my cock of your cunt juice!" She straightened up, turned around, knelt down, and proceeded to clean him completely, tasting him and herself at the same time. The word cunt reverberating in her brain.

"Whew, Tracy, I haven't cum twice in one night in a coon's age." He told her to get dressed. He would drive her home. When she was almost presentable, he said, "Tracy, I want you to come here tomorrow, at 8:00 p.m. for a rematch. OK?" He had said it sweetly, with no malice to it, but she knew it was as good as a command.

She thought a moment. "Can we make it 9, Mr. Burns? I have an errand I have to do for my dad."

"Sure, 9 it is . . . " He licked his lips.

* * * * * *

THE NEXT NIGHT was a night of sex for young Tracy Winsome, as she had expected. First, with Rugby watching TV in the living room, Burns had sex with her in his bedroom. He had her blow him. He even made her lick his ass hole. They did a 69. He fucked her doggy style, then her on top, and then came in her during the missionary position. The word cunt came up dozens of times, as did her telling him she loved him.

Then Burns got Rugby into the sex act. Burns had her suck his own cock while she rode on Rugby's horsey. Burns told her to yell giddyap, as she had done on the film. She took her mouth from his cock.

"Giddyap, horsey!" She screamed, riding like a mad woman, and enjoying the fun play. "Giddyap, you big horsey, you, giddyap!" Rugby laughed. Burns chuckled, and tweaked both her nipples at once. "Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her ass bouncing wildly up and down.

Rugby said, "Gee, daddy, Tracy rides my horsey real well, don't she?"

Burns laughed. "Yeah, Rug, she's a real equestrian!" Burns waited, letting her orgasm on the pony ride, and then told her to take up a new position.

Burns fucked her ass while she sucked Rugby off, until Rugby came in her mouth, and she had swallowed every drop of the boy's copious load.

Then, after sending Rugby back to the living room, Burns fucked her as a man would fuck a wife he adored. With love and tenderness, while kissing her over and over, telling her he loved her, and making her say the same back to him. Anyone looking at them would swear he was seeing two newlyweds on their first honeymoon night.

It was fantasy and role-play, but it suited them both just fine. Burns loved the role-playing, Tracy the fantasy. It was a match made in heaven.

This went on, two or three times a week for over a year. Then, one night, Burns introduced a downer into the evening. As they cuddled together on the bed, and he held her in his arms, very husbandly like, he said, almost in a whisper, "Tracy, this Saturday I have two out-of-town associates coming in. I've booked a suite for them at the Wellington Hotel. I want you to be there at 7:00 p.m. and . . . "

"Oh, Mr. Burns, no, not that!" She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back into position.

"No? NO? Fuck you, you little bitch." He sat up and looked down at her. "Now listen, cunt, and listen good. You'll be there at 7 with fucking bells on. And you'll suck the two of them off. And fuck them until they tell you to quit. In any hole they want to fuck you in. I've already told them you're a hot, cum-loving cunt, who can't get enough dick, so you bring along your passion. You understand me, cunt?" He glared at her. "Or else!"

She closed her eyes to escape his look. Y-Yes, Mr. Burns, I understand."

"Good! Then it's settled. 7 O'clock, the Wellington, Suite one eleven." He snuggled up beside her again, uncaring that she had flinched. In a more normal sounding voice, he said, "You're to wear a long coat. Under the coat you will have nothing on but a short red slip, red panties, and mesh stockings. No bra. Got it?"

"Yes, Mr. Burns." She'd have to buy the mesh stockings.

"Good girl. Now, go down and suck me off. I want to fuck you again, you luscious cunt!"

This time, the word cunt had taken on a new, and degrading, meaning . . .

* * * * * *

TRACY stood there before the three men, dressed as Mr. Burns had told her to dress, in red panties, a short red slip, and brand new black mesh stockings. She felt absolutely lewd just by standing there. She had worn only this outfit, as Burns had instructed her to do, hidden under a long coat.

Burns told her to slowly turn around, and then tossed out, "Give us a good show, sweetheart." As she complied, she could feel an immense heat in her vagina building up and her slit moistening. No, she thought, I can't be getting turned on in this horrid situation. But she was, and she knew it.

Having Burns, and the other two men, looking at her was getting her hot. She could feel their eyes taking her in. Feasting on her supple legs, the globular shape of her buttocks, her small waist, and her firm breasts, which now, she realized, had nipples as hard as frozen peas.

After a few complete turns, and when she was facing them, Burns said, "Now, Tracy, please lift the slip and pull your panties to one side, so the boys here can see what you've got in store for them." She pulled on the short slip, raising it a few inches, and felt totally wanton and absolutely slutty.

As she pulled the red panties to the right, baring her pussy for them, she looked first at the fat guy, then at the other man, then at Mr. Burns. She licked her lips suggestively, running her tongue slowly all around them.

She now wanted them to know she wanted them. All three of them. In any manner they chose to have her. Orally, vaginally, even anally. She was their slut for the entire evening, and she wanted the three lecherous looking men to know it. She couldn't help herself.

She had resigned herself to enjoying it, even to the point of not just sucking and fucking them, but doing so with unbridled passion and wanton ardor. Her pussy, her cunt, was in command of her now, and she didn't mind at all.

As she went through more exposure
motions, Burns having told her to
remove the slip, and the panties, in
turn, the three men took off their own
clothing and started playing with
their cocks, pulling on them,
squeezing them, as if saying, this
one's for you, little lady.

They all looked slightly demented to
her, with unhidden leers on their faces. She noticed that the fatter of the three was sweating profusely. For an odd, unknown reason, this turned her on even more.

Unknown to the men, this real life scenario fit in perfectly with a vivid fantasy Tracy loved to masturbate to. A scenario taken from those old pirate movies, in which the Governor's innocent, big-breasted daughter is kidnapped by a band of swarthy, bloodthirsty swashbuckling pirates.

In her colorful fantasy, she would be brought, in leg irons, to the Captain's quarters. There, in front of his First Mate, and one of the other nasty, brutish looking buccaneers, she would be told by the eye-patched thief of the sea: "Now, wench, get yer clothes off, so me boys here can see what yer got in store for them this fine night."

She would eventually comply, making many protests along the way, but her protestations to the lusty pirate men only seemed to fire them up more, and made them snarl and growl their commands to her.

They were going to have her, use her, degrade her; they knew it and she knew it. There was no way out. She would be fucked by these loathsome and disgusting sailors from Hell, and there was nothing she could say or do to stop them.

Her only answer to it all, to her helplessness, to the trapped feeling, was always, in each and every replay of her fantasy, to get her pussy as wet as it could be. To this end, she let her fingers have their way, doing it in real life, while picturing doing it before the three drooling, and grossly disgusting, pirate men.

The three pirates would then use her in every humiliating and degrading manner possible. Laughing while they worked her body, guffawing as they plied her vagina with their unclean, rough hands, chortling as her mouth was forced, humiliatingly, onto a large penis head, and calling her disgusting names as one of them hammered her mouth, her pussy, her anus. At this point in her scenario, Tracy would always have the first of her two orgasms.

The second orgasm, much bigger and more intense, would come when the three horrible men tired of her, and the Captain, his yellowed teeth flashing, told the First Mate to " . . . turn her over to the rest of me blackguard crew!"

There she would be, jaybird naked in front of lord knows how many of the lusty and perverted men, being probed and fondled, caressed and groped, by far too many hands to count. Her nipples would be pinched hard, bruised by hard, callused and uncaring fingers, her ass cheeks would be squeezed by many strong hands, her vagina probed, and plundered, by dirty hands with dirty fingernails.

They would call her whore, and slut, and even cunt, and tell her she was going to be fucked more times than she could possibly count. And forced to suck all of their salty-smelling, seafaring cocks. And swallow their sperm, which they laughingly called white rum.

Then they would force real rum down her throat, making her feel very giddy, almost tipsy, and laugh merrily at her plight. "Yo ho ho!" they would sing, all the while attacking her flesh with their hungry hands . . .