Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2016 21:40:01 -0400
From: Du de <funnstuffdude6@gmail.com>
Subject: Serving Hank 2 - The Three Conditions

Hank took me upstairs.  Back to his bedroom, we got on the bed and he
on top of me kissing my breasts.   He was so hot and so horny I could
feel his cock harden and poke my thighs.  I reached down to stroke him
but he yanked my hands off and pinned them down as he continued to
enjoy my perky tits.  He flipped me to my stomach and pulled my hips,
he reached for the lube and I felt him squeeze a huge wad onto my ass
and he spread it around my butt and my crack in particular then he
inserted a finger in me then two ... I felt him position himself
better and felt his cock slide between my cheeks.  He began to slide
his mighty cock between my cheeks it felt so good and I heard him moan
as well he did this for a while and I encouraged it by my moving my
hips to bring him pleasure.  The motion had my cock hard and I found
myself fucking the pillow under me and my moans and whimpers got
louder.   "You like that don't you?  I love teasing your pretty pink
pussy baby girl.   I've milked those tits and now it's time to breed
you, I'll fuck you raw and cum deep inside you."  With that he entered
me slowly.  I expected his entry to be easier but it wasn't and I let
out a loud yelp, he hesitated for a split second and resumed entering
me.  I buried my face into the sheets and he sensed the pain and
pressure around his cock increase, he moaned and forged on and was
soon inside me.  He lay down on top of me, put his right arm around my
neck and his left around my chest so it was cupping my right breast.
He pulled my head up with his right hand almost squeezing my neck and
kissed me then with his face close to mine he began fucking me.  "I'm
going to fuck you good princess."  He grunted and rammed into me hard
making me yelp.  "Get used to this you faggot, you were made for
this."  His long cock strokes combined with his groping of my breasts
and his panting breath and the pillow was too much for me to take and
it seemed like it was for him as well, in no time we were both on
edge. He fucked deeper, harder and I'd cry out louder which would
tighten his grip on my breast and encourage him, in a husky voice he
said "you won't be able to walk for a week when I'm done with you
faggot."  He pulled out all the way and rammed into me.  I winced in
pleasure and pain.  "Princess your pussy is so tight, goddammit I
can't take it anymore.  You whore I'm going to breed you."   His
strokes got deeper, faster and harder and I couldn't take it, I
exploded and shortly after he came in me.  But that wasn't it.

True to his word we stayed in bed fucking until it started to get
dark.  I begged him to stop and let me go, I had a paper to write.  He
let me go shower, I couldn't walk straight.  I washed myself and
stepped out.  He brought me my clothes and I put them on.  He had
showered in another bathroom and he was dressed in jeans and a flannel
shirt.  He kissed me again he wasn't done but he broke off and we got
in his truck.  Once inside he reached for my hand and placed it on his
thigh as we drove to my place.  We drove in silence.  I hadn't
realized how hard the bench seat was, or maybe it was my butt that
felt the pain after the battering I got.

When we got to my place he opened the car door and lead me to my front
door he looked around to make sure no one was there and he kissed me
deeply.  I felt his cock and it was semi hard.  I asked him if he
wanted to come in and have me take care of him, he thought about it
and declined.  "I'm always horny and you need to get that paper done.
I'll be in touch."

With that he left.  I entered my place and fell on the bed thinking
about the weekend.  I reluctantly got up to work on my paper, it hurt
to sit on my chair and i couldn't focus but I trudged through the
essay and fell asleep early that night.  The next morning I was sore,
I took a bath and then put some vaseline in my but to easy some of the
tearing I had experienced and went about my day.  I was tempted to
write to Hank and ask him how he was doing but thought the better of
it and decided to wait another day.  At around 9:30pm at night while I
was watching TV the phone rang, my roommate got it and said it was for
me.  Expecting a study partner's call I picked it up only to hear
Hank's low voice huskily say "How are you babe?"  I responded and
asked him how he was doing.  I took the phone to my room, when in my
room i snuggled under the sheets and resumed my conversation with
Hank.  He asked me what I was doing and wearing and instructed me to
remove my clothes while I spoke to him.  He asked about my breasts and
my ass, I told him the former was sore and the latter hurt from all
the love making.  He didn't seem surprised.  I asked how his cock was,
he told me he was hard and had pre-cum building up, I asked him if he
wanted to come over and he said no.  He said he would try and set up a
date sometime this week but he had to be up for work very early.  He
asked me to put my finger inside my pussy and describe it to him, so I
did, I explained to him how I was making squish and squelching sounds
all day as I walked because of the vaseline, he seemed to think it was
a good idea.  I was starting to feel the strain in conversation when
he broke the silence and said he needed to tell me 3 things.  "Babe, I
enjoyed our love making and we can fuck regularly.  Is that something
you want to do?"  I nodded, not realizing I was on the phone and he
said "What was that baby girl?"  "Yes I would like that very much." I
said and added,  "but you need to be gentle with me, it hurts a lot."
There was a moment of silence and then he spoke.  "I don't know about
that, I like what I like, and expect you to serve as I wish.  If this
isn't working for you ..." I cut him off "No no, it's fine, I guess I
will just get used to it with time."  There was another silence and
then he said "As I was saying, there are three things I have to tell
you.  The first which is not negotiable is that you've got to use a
breast pump."  I didn't know what he was talking about so I asked him
and he explained it was a pump nursing mothers used to suck milk out.
He said it would make my nipples bigger and make them more enjoyable
for him.  He was looking for me to do that before every date and
perhaps when I slept over.  He said he would get me the pump.  Since
there was no choice I accepted his command.  "The second is something
you will thank me for, you need to exercise your ass muscles to make
them tighter and tighten your hole."  He said very sternly.  "How do I
do that?" I asked.  "I will send you instructions.  I know you're
probably thinking it will make you tight and it'll hurt.  You will get
used to it, but I will continue enjoying you."  I responded and said I
would do it.  I asked "What is the third thing I have to do."  "Well
baby, it's not a have to, it's upto you but it would be nice.  I have
a buddy he's my neighbour and the ex police commissioner he and I
sometimes share a girl or in the very rare case a boy.  Not a
threesome but it's not out of question.  I would like to share you
with him."  I was shocked.   "He's married but can't ever get enough.
He'd come over at my place, your place or take you to a motel and in
summer if this is still working out we would take you up to my cabin
and take turns fucking you all weekend.  He's not bad to look at."
The idea of being shared like a whore didn't appeal to me and I
remained silent.  He sensed my hesitation.  "It's okay princess, you
can think about it.  We will fuck some more and then you can decide."
I said I would.  He added "I will try and get him over so you can meet
him and then decide, he will want to meet and inspect you as well."
We made some small talk and he wished me good night and hung up.

I couldn't sleep that night.  I kept thinking about his requests, I
had already been teased by friends on my perky and pointy breasts.  I
had noticed all the sucking on them that had happened through the
years had only made them worse in that they were bigger.  Having a
breast pump would make the problem worse.  The ass muscle exercises I
didn't think would be a problem and I was sure what I was already
doing had gone a long way to satisfying Hank the other day.  As for
sharing me with his buddy ... well it would be hot, but what kind of
man was he?   I finally fell asleep late in the night and woke up at
around 10:30 when there was a loud knock on the front door.  I
staggered out and received a delivery.  It was for me, from Hank.  Two
boxes, one with roses and the other a big heavy square box.  I opened
it and in it was a box with a woman and two milk bottles and a
contraption hanging from her tits.  It was the breast pump!  Curious I
opened it and read the instructions.  It was simple enough, I put it
on low speed and tried it, funnily it felt good.  I undressed
completely and put it back on and had both going at the same time.  I
was aroused.  The phone ringing cut the silence.  I wanted to let it
go to voicemail but decided to get it as I suspected it was Hank.  And
i was right.  He wanted to know if I got the stuff he sent with the
courier, I told him yes and explained how I was trying the pump out.
He said good, he wanted me to go back to trying it on for a bit he'd
call me in 30 minutes.  I decided to freshen up first so I took a
quick shower, did my room, put on a nice pair of panties and put the
pump back on, I went 15 minutes and i was ready to explode.  I turned
it up and tightened the grip around my nipples and turned it back on.
I was in heaven the rhythm of the gentle but deep sucking was turning
me on.  I was about to cum and I heard a loud knock on the door.  I
decided to ignore it, the knock got louder.  Annoyed I put on a robe
and went to open the door.  I was surprised to find Hank at the door.
He was wearing grey slacks, shoes his jacket and a white shirt and
yellow tie under it.  I ushered him in, surprised to see him.  He
leaned in to kiss me, his hands found their way under my robe and onto
my ass.  He undid his jacket and lead me to my room.  Once in my room
he told me to take the robe off, and I did, he saw my breasts and he
grabbed at them.  He put them in his mouth, he was so hungry and
forceful he had pushed me to the wall and he was consuming me.
Whereas the pump had been gentle but deep, he was rough and grabby my
already sensitive nipples were in pain.  He pulled away.  "Get on your
knees." He commanded, i got on my knees and he unbuckled his belt, I
tried to help him but he just brushed my hands away.  He undid his
pants and let them drop to the floor, I helped pull down his black
boxer briefs to reveal his engorged manhood.  I began to explore and
worship him with my tongue, I licked his underside and sucked on his
balls, I trailed my tongue around the base of his tip and all the way
down his long and veiny shaft, leaving plenty of saliva all over him.
He wasn't in the mood for a long slow sessions, he grabbed my by the
hair and put his cock in my mouth and began to fuck my face, I choked
and gagged, but he wasn't going to be bothered.  I was so close to the
wall that everytime I tried to pull back my head would hit the wall
and it hurt, which mean't I could only go forward onto his cock and he
deeper in my mouth.  He fucked my face and I took him with tears
running down my face, in what seemed like forever I felt his cock
harden and throb and then shoot volleys of cum into my mouth. "Swallow
it all faggot," he managed to say between pants.  He relaxed his hold
on my head and emptied his balls in my mouth.  His thick salty cum
down my throat, "lick it all off and clean me completely" he ordered
and I obliged.  He inspected my work.  He pulled up his underwear from
around his knees and tucked his shirt and buckled up.  I stood up, he
looked at me, a mixture of satisfaction and lust in his eyes.  He
reached up for my breasts and squeezed them.  "Good job, spend another
hour on them today and everyday."  With that he put on his jacket and
left.

He didn't call that day but I received a box of chocolates and a card
left on my front door the next day.  The card read as follows:

Princess,

Sweetness for your lips for me to savor in our kisses, cream for your
breasts for me to milk, fat for your hips for me to hold onto as I
plow you.

Keep the pumping and exercise going.

Lustfully

H

I sent him an email in gratitude and he responded with a quick
acknowledgement.   That eve as I got ready to get to class I heard the
door and when I went to get it, I found Hank at my door.  He was
wearing dark blue slacks, a beige sweater that hugged him and defined
his chest and a white shirt.  He had in his hands a Victoria's Secret
bag.  I let him in, he kissed me and fondled my breasts.   He
whispered in my ear, "I've had a long day and I need to bury my cock
in your pussy, let's go."   I resisted and told him I had to get to
class and that my roommate would be home anytime.  He didn't listen
but held me by my arms above my elbow and pushed me to my room where
he tossed me onto my bed.  He had closed the door before but this time
he didn't bother.  "Strip" he commanded, and the look in his eyes was
stern and not something I wished or had the courage to challenge.  So
I took off my sweater and pushed my tight jeans off, I removed my FTL
briefs and my socks and stood naked.  He came up close to me, cupped
my breasts and with his calloused thumbs he played with my nipples
until he got hard.  He didn't kiss me or suck them.  He grabbed me and
made me flip and threw me on the bed face down.  I heard him unzip and
heard his belt hit the floor I heard him slip his underwear off.  He
opened my legs with his legs and parted my ass cheeks and then he
spat, I felt his warm spit on my quivering pussy hole.  He spat again,
I didn't feel it this time, but I heard him stroke his cock and heard
the wet squelching sound.  He spat again, and then I felt his cock at
the entrance of my hole.  I was too scared to look, he didn't bother
to acclimate me but he went right on and entered me with his fully
hard manhood, the combination of my intense exercising, the size of my
hole, the size of his cock and lack of lubrication created the perfect
storm of friction, pain and intense discomfort for me, whereas it
created utmost friction and amazing sensation for his cock.  In my
estimation he was 1/4 of the way in and he went in for more and more
and more until he was half way in, he relaxed a little and pulled out,
I gasped for breath before he rammed back into me.  In full force this
time making me scream so loud.  I had tears in my eyes this time and I
begged him to go easy.  I turned my head to look at him but all I saw
in his eyes was red hot lust.  I buried my face in my pillow and just
hoped for the best and a quick release.  The perfect storm took care
of it for me, in what I counted as 71 deep and quick thrusts of his
humungous cock i felt him get harder and felt his cock quiver and
climax.  This climax was a mighty relief for both, his cum soothed the
dryness of my insides and I knew he needed the release more than ever.
He slumped on me and caught his breath.    He reached for my mouth and
kissed me, then he turned me around and kissed me deeply, squeezing my
breasts hard and ended his kiss my spitting into my mouth.  He got up
and cursed, I turned to look and saw that his cock was covered in his
cum and some blood.  The dryness must have torn something in me.  He
cleaned his cock with a towel I had lying around and started to get
dressed I got up carefully, feeling the warm cum and what must be
blood start to leak out, I grabbed some kleenex to clean myself and
headed to the bathroom.  When I got out from cleaning myself, he was
sitting on my bed, all dressed up, a look for satisfaction on his
face, and his hair somewhat messed up from the perfectly combed look
he had come in with.

He got up and kissed me a long wet kiss, the kind that got me all
mushy and sweet on him again.  When he ended he bit my lower lip and
kissed again.  He asked me if I was free the following evening.  He
told me to wear the stuff in the victoria's secret bag under my
clothes and he'd pick me up at 7pm.  With that my handsome man went
while i got dressed and waddled to my car.

Only Hank knew what was destined for me ...


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