The Mr. Larry Chronicles: Prima

He came to the back door of my apartment and called me, “Babygirl”, like always. He said we had to talk and I said ok, but what was I going to say? When he came in, Mr. Larry looked to his right motioning to the dog crate.

“You know, Babygirl, there’s a strict no dogs clause in your lease and having one is grounds for eviction.”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry. My friend just left her abusive boyfriend and needed a place just for a few days to crash. I promise, she is not staying!”

“Mm hm. That’s too bad for your friend, but you signed the lease knowing that dogs not allowed, but here you are with a dog staying with you. There’s nothing I can do – you broke the rules and I have to evict you.”

“What?! No, Mr Larry! Please no! I…I can’t…”

“Maybe if you’d come to me in the beginning we could have worked something out.”

“What?! Why…but…please!!” A tear spilled over down my cheek. Mr. Larry sniffed derisively at the sight, unmoved. I was shocked. My chin trembled. that Mr. Larry was being so rigid. He was usually so easy going. I started panicking. There was no way I could afford to move again.

“Please, Mr. Larry. Please, isn’t there something you can do? Give me a second chance? Please!” I grabbed a muscular forearm. “Please, Mr. Larry! I…I can’t…”

Mr. Larry looked at me with a stern, disbelieving look on his face. It was withering. Fear was prickling at my scalp and I could feel myself break into a sweat.

“Please!” I begged again, “I’ll do anything. Anything!!” Then he smirked, “Will you, now?” He considered for a second, “You know, Babygirl, I think there is something.” He moved close to me, invading my space. His odor washed over me. It was cloying. Stifling. He lowered his face to be near mine and said lowly, lips near my ear, “Yessss…there sure is. To stay here, you gonna give me your ass.”

What.

“I’m going to fuck your ass.”

What.

What.

What.

I froze with shock, mouth open. He was going to do what?!

His body encoded mine an then he said, “That’s right. I’m going to bend you over that counter there, raise up your skirt, pull down your panties, slick up my fingers, and push them inside your hole to get you ready. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you relax and areopen enough to take my cock. Them I’m slowly goin to push my big fat cock inside your hole until I’m so far in you can feel my balls on your pussy. You gonna feel so fuuuull. Then, I’m going to start fucking. I’m going to slide my cock into and out of your wet, soft asshole.” He pressed against me and I could not help but feel his erection against my hip. He thrust against me. “I’m gong to pump you full of my cock,”thrust “and then,” thrust “I’m going to cum. Mr. Larry got so much cum for you, Babygirl.”

I was frozen in place, horrified with his confidence, his arrogance, his declarations and his–clearly sizable–cock thrusting against my body. he spoke so confidently…as though it was a forgone conclusion that it was going to happen.

No! I knew I couldn’t afford to be evicted, but no fucking way! No way was I going to let him do any of it. He wasn’t going to touch me at all much less do that. How could he possibly think, so assuredly, that I would acquiesce?! The horrifying thought of him, any part of his body touching me, being inside me, made me feel…feel…there was too much information. My brain could not settle on a feeling.

And then I felt it. A telltale trickle of wetness slipped from between my pussy lips. Oh no! Protestations built in my brain, but my pussy had recognized something. Something intangible in his assuredness, his power, and his purpose that thought, ‘Yes, please!’

At that moment, he reached out and ran his hand up under my skirt and with his fingers trailing up and down my ass crack, began stroking over my thong all while his other hand went to my breast pinching and pulling my nipples, and fuck, if it wasn’t turning me on. Still mostly frozen, my breath came out shuddering and I whispered, “Please…I don’t….”

“Let’s just get these out of the way, yes?” he interrupted. Without pausing to let me respond, Mr. Larry pulled my thong down to my knees. Then Ankara Yabancı Escort he started rubbing between my cheeks again, sliding his fingers up and down between my naked buttocks. He found and began massaging my anus. “Please,” I gasped out, “Isn’t there another way, Mr. Larry? There must be another way…I don’t…Please?”

“You said, ‘anything’, you’d do ‘anything’, Babygirl. This,” he pressed against my rosebud, “this is the ‘anything.'” I felt ashamed as more wetness slicked out of my traitorous cunt, so close to his fingers. The incongruity of who he was, what he looked like, what he smelled like–and that this was blackmail–the words he was saying, the assuredness, and the concept of him fucking my ass…the list was endless and it shouldn’t have, but it was enough to arouse me. Deeply. “You gonna owe me, Babygirl,” He said in my ear, “For every day your friend and her dog is here, you gonna owe your hole. You’re gonna take it however, whenever I give it to you. You will beg for it and you will thank me when I’m done. If you a good girl, I’ll get you off. How long your friend gonna be here?” He stroked over my hole and pushed in lightly. My sphincter spasmed, puckering tightly and then relaxing. I shivered and stuttered out, “T-two…two more weeks.”

Mr. Larry smirked while he massaged his fingers over my furl, pressing and rubbing. “Fourteen days plus the five she already been here? 19 times, Babygirl, my cock fucking you 19 times.” He spoke directly in my ear, deep and reverberating, “You ever had black cock fill your ass before, Babygirl?” I hastily shook my head ‘no’. He continued, “you ever have anything in your ass at all?” I whimpered this time as I again shook my head feeling my insides turn liquid while his finger continued to massage around my tight hole, pushing occasionally, while fear and arousal coursed through me. “Mmm. Ohhhh, Babygirl, I’m going to like being the first one inside your white ass. You so tight right now but by the time I’m done with you, in no time I’ll be able just to slide right in and fill you with load after load of cum. I’m going to reshape you insides with my cock.” I moaned out loud.

His other hand dropped from my nipples and pulled up the front edge of my skirt to tuck it too into the waistband. He slid his hand down my belly and long, thick fingers Started to push between my thighs. My secret was about to get out. “Move those feet apart,” he commanded. I complied. Those fingers then enveloped my puss, sliding between my lips, and…

“Oh! Babygirl…” He slipped his fingers through my pussy lips. “You wet!” He thrust against me again. I shook my head ‘no’, trying to dissuade him. “Pussy don’t lie, Babygirl. You wet! Thinking of Mr. Larry’s big black cock inside you, filling your little pink, white-girl asshole until you can feel his balls on your dripping pussy – makin’ you hot!”

I whimpered.

The finger massaging my sphincter slipped forward to roll between my pussy lips to gather some of my thick slickness and moved back and slid right into my softened hole.

“Nooooooooo,” I groaned out a breathily with his initial incursion. “Ahhhhhhh!” His finger slid deftly inside. I knew it was not in me all of the way, but it felt massive. “That right, Babygirl, you want this.” I shook my head ‘no’ but as I tightened my muscles around the invading digit, deep arousal caused me to groan.

Mr. Larry growled in my ear with appreciation. “Yeah, Babygirl, that’s it…open for Mr. Larry…your pussy know…You want it.”

I mean, he wasn’t wrong. I whimpered in shame as I arched my back to force his finger deeper inside me. It stung and felt scratchy, but as my body adjusted, it felt good. Very, very good.

Mr. Larry’s first gathering of pussyslick was so much that it allowed him to pump his finger several more times before. Then, to my dismay, he removed his finger from my depths and guided me, shuffling, with my thong at my knees, to the counter. As promised, he had me bend over and place my hands to the back of the surface of the counter where it met the backsplash. My breasts were crushed to the counter. He unfastened and pulled my Bahçelievler Escort little skirt down past my buttocks and used his foot to pull it and my thong the rest of the way to the floor. He nudged my feet a bit more than shoulder-width apart. There was a pause and I knew he was admiring my bottom. I could hear an audible intake and exhale or breath. He moved and pressed his hard length against me while he reached past me for the huge box store coconut oil container on the counter and unscrewed the lid. He reached in to gather some over a finger. In the warm summer with no air conditioning the oil was very soft.

When he was ready, Mr. Larry held my buttocks apart and put the oily finger against my tight furl and slicked around my hole. Then…Pressure. I felt myself open and moaned long and loud as my anus was again breached. His finger really was thick. I could feel myself stretch to accommodate it as he slipped it up inside as far as he could and I took a deep breath trying to not moan again. He pulled his finger out and reached for the coconut oil again. This time he came back with a big soft glob. With his other hand he spread my buttocks apart while he proceeded to stuff the blob of coconut oil into my hole. Slipping his finger inside me again, he made sure to spread my hole full of slippery lubrication. It still felt good. The sounds coming from me were ones I’d never before heard. Fuck! The progressively more quiet, rational part of my mind could not believe I was not protesting. I was torn between the inappropriateness, the blackmail, and my repugnance toward the man and being lost in being taken by him. He started to pump his long finger inside me. I could feel my pussy weep in response starting to coat my thighs.

“So tight! Oh, Babygirl, you tight ass feel so good.You going to feel so good wrapped round my cock,” Mr. Larry growled before he stopped to get another big blob of oil. He returned to my hole and pushed it up inside me again. I moaned as he filled me once more. He repeated the process several more times, thoroughly oiling up my tight anal channel. There was a bit of a pause once again as he gathered more oil and, when he returned, he added a second finger. I cried out gutturally at the increase in girth as he sunk them home. Full. It felt really full.

“Fuck! Look at you take my fingers so easy!” He barely fucked me at all with his two fingers before he added a third. It was tight and there was a burn and a deep muscular ache, but it was nothing to the pleasure of his digital invasion. “Fuck, Babygirl, your hole is loosening up so good, getting ready for me, ready for my cock. That’s what happens when you are hot for Mr. Larry cock in your ass!”

I wept with his words. I wept at my body’s response. I started to love what it was to feel open and full. I started to feel really, really good. I started to feel excited for his cock.

There was the sound of clothing being shifted. I knew what was coming next. I knew he was pulling out his cock.

“Reach back. Hold yourself open, Babygirl. I want to see your hole open for me as I push in.” I reached back and pulled my buttocks apart. I can not describe the warring feelings of disgust and desire that were fighting for supremacy within me as I did this. Suddenly feeling wanton, I arched my back tilting my butt up for him to be able to see my slicked little pucker. “Ohhh, Babygirl, look at that wet little hole. Even with my fingers opening it up, preparing you, it’s still so tight and small. Mr. Larry’s going to change that. You ain’t ever going to be the same again.”

I moaned, thinking, ‘God help me, that’s exactly what I want’.

My bottom hole was touched again, but this time by something larger than a few fingers. There was pressure, light at first and then more insistent and I couldn’t help but whimper at what was I knew would happen next. “It’s time to make your first payment on what you owe,” Mr Larry growled out. The pressure became greater and my hole started to give way and open. All I could think of was, “It’s happening!” as a thrill raced through my belly, up my chest and down into my pussy that absolutely drooled Balgat Escort in response.

Mr. Larry’s cockhead spread me open as he pushed into my hole. It felt big. Wide. Thick. It was the oddest sensation of being open and wanting to squeeze to push out the organ but being unable to. I groaned and dropped my head to my arms at the burning sensation and and ache of my muscles as they stretched to accommodate the girth filling me. They stretched and stretched and stretched…

Panicked, I wanted it out suddenly and tried to bear down a again to push it out but that just allowed the crown of Mr. Larry’s cock to finally pop past my anal ring. Fuck! There was no denying he was inside me now. It was so big and I felt so open. Without thinking, I tried to push it out again. But as before, it instead it slid in further.

My hole spasmed around Mr. Larry’s invading cock and as he paused to allow me to adjust to his thickness, my hips pumped spasmodically. “That’s right, Babygirl, you take Mr. Larry inside you, you go ahead and fuck yourself on Mr. Larry’s cock.” He breathed heavily on my neck as he slowly slid further, going deeper.

He still wasn’t all the way inside when he groaned out, “Fuuuuckkk, almost there, Babygirl. You so tight and so hot around Mr. Larry big cock and Mr. Larry just sliding right in. That it…Mr. Larry almost…Ahhhh! There!” he said triumphantly. That’s when I felt his balls touch my slick pussy lips and his belly rested on my buttocks.

He started flexing his cock but not otherwise moving. “Mmmm…Mr. Larry is inside you now, Babygirl. Mr. Larry start changing you inside for his cock. You like that, Babygirl? Knowing Mr. Larry changing you? Making you ready to be fucked? You ready? You want it? Tell me, Babygirl!”

I didn’t, I thought, I really didn’t want his cock inside my ass fucking me. Cumming in me…and…with shame, I knew that I did. I really did! I wanted him to fuck me! Change me! Cum in me!

He reached down between my legs and cupped his hand around my vulva finding me dripping and he whispered, “Say it…say it, Babygirl. Say what you want. Say what you need.”

“F-f-fuck…f-fuck! Fuck me…Mr. Larry! Fuck me!”

“Yesssssssss,” he hissed.

Then he started to fuck.

His hand massaged my pussy while his fat pole sawed in and out of my ass. It was unreal.I was so full feeling. So open. I’d never considered anything being in my ass much less being fucked. I loved it so much.

His thumb and finger found my engorged clit. He began rhythmically squeezing. Additional pleasure filled me. His other arm went around me just under my breasts and held me tight against his smelly form. Oh fuck. I knew I was close to coming. I could not help the guttural groans coming out of my mouth. His hips moved so fast I could no longer tell when his cock was inside or outside of my rectum. I didn’t want it to end but I felt a tightening in my core. It was a building feeling as he pounded me and played with my clit. I knew he was getting close too from the way his breath now was coming in bursts. “Oh, Babygirl! Oh, babygirl, Mr. Larry about to give you his cum. He gonna fill you, he gonna nut you…here it come, HERE IT COME…NOW!” As he started to ejaculate inside of me he continued to pump me hard. Feeling his cum fill me I went over the edge, coming hard around his cock. I heard a splash as he fucked my ass through my orgasm, Knowing I had squirted on the floor. Mr. Larry heard it too and exclaimed, “Fuck yeah! Squirt! Wet that floor! Cum on Mr. Larry’s cock!” I’m not sure how long I came, but it was a while. Liquid kept pouring out of me to the floor.

Finally, after regaining our breaths, Mr. Larry pulled from me, leaving me feeling open, ruined, and wet.

I drew a shaking hand behind me and, terrified at what I would find, felt around my asshole to find it open, slick from the oil, and becoming cum-y as Mr.Larry’s ejaculate lightly began to trickle from the depths into which it had been planted.

There again was a rustling of clothes and Mr. Larry put away his giant cock. Grabbing a dish towel, he led my to my living room and, after placing the towel on the seat, he helped me lay down. He covered me with the soft afghan that had been crocheted by my grandma. He crouched down and spoke to me quietly. “You gonna need a few days to recover now, Babygirl. And then, Mr. Larry come back and I’ll fuck your ass again, ok? Mr. Larry fill your ass again. Sound good, baby girl?”

Sleepily, I replied, “Yes, Mr.Larry. Thank you, Mr.Larry.”

“Good girl.”

He left.