The Love Of Money - Episode 192
30-07-25 (11:13)
I glanced down at the collar she still wore; it still said
'li'l cumdump' on it-one of Helen's decisions made last
night in the heat of the moment. I placed a finger on
the top edge of the collar and traced my finger along
her skin as I recalled the events last night - she had
given herself to me. Completely. Body and soul. It
hadn't been out of love or devotion to me but because
she literally had nowhere' else to go, nor had she ever
had it so good. Jesus... how fucking had her life been
before now? It was almost enough to make me take
pity on her.
My fingers slid to the back of her neck, and I entwined
them throughout the wet hair at the base of her skull.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel her
trembling with nervous energy. Without a preamble or
explanation, I guided her to the stone wall, grabbing a
shoulder and tuming her so her ass was facing me.
With hair still in hand, I held it against the stone, forcing
Bobbi's cheek flat against it. She braced herself in
anticipation for what she knew was about to happen;
delicate fingers pressed into the grey granite as her
nipples brushed against it.
I pressed my groin against her warm, wet ass and
enjoyed the feel of my semi-hard cock nestled
between her ass cheeks. The top of my dick rubbed
along the trench of Bobbi's ass as my dick pointed
south, and I reached around with my free hand to press
my palm against her middle, keeping her tight against
me as I ground myself into her. It wasn't beyond my
notice that she didn't grind back against me.
My hand slid lower, and I felt the beginnings of stubble
on her crotch as my fingertips passed on their way to
delve between her legs. My middle finger slid through
the folds between her legs and slid easily across her
slit, she was wet, but not from the shower. I curled the
digit and sank the first knuckle inside of her and was
rewarded with an audible groan from the petite young
woman sandwiched between me and the stone.
The heat from the shower remained constant as it
washed over us, and the steam continued to billow and
swirl as I played with Bobbi. I kept up the teasing pace
of my manipulation of her pussy as I sawed my dick
back and forth between the tight little globes of her
ass. By now, it was at full mast, and continuing to
simulate fucking her like this was starting to become a
little painful, thanks to the angle. Hand still on her hair, I
tugged on it, indicating that I wanted her to bend over
more, and this time, she took the hint, stepping a pace
away from the wall as her hands slid down it so she
was now bent at nearly a ninety-degree angle.
I pulled my finger out, replaced it with the tip of my
cock, and slowly pushed forward. I threw my head
back and shut my eyes as the mushroom head slid
inside her, followed by the first inch of my shaft. Then I
reversed course, pulled out, and then pushed my hips
forward, sinking even more of my length into her
warm, wet snatch. The walls of her pussy gripped my
shaft in velvety softness as it took three back-and-
forths to get the entire length of me inside her.
She groaned and whimpered as I pistoned in and out of
her, and I looked up from her ass to catch her eyeing
me over her shoulder. The moment my eyes found
hers, she blinked, turned her head away, and dropped it
so that her face entirely disappeared under a sheet of
wet hair. My eyes trailed to her perfect, flawless back.
It was a pure canvas of fair skin reddened by the hot
water that cascaded across the subtle peaks and
valleys of muscles moving as she finally started pushing
back against me to meet my thrusts.
I gripped her hips and picked up speed, pushing myself
violently in and out of her as I lost myself in the
memory of what I'd done to this girl last night. Her
eyes once held unending contempt every time she
looked at me, but last night, that hatred had been little
more than a smoldering cinder compared to the roaring
inferno of lust and desire. Helen was a big fan of
edging her little submissive toy, and it looked like it had
produced the kind of effect she wanted. Once we got
past our little misunderstanding last night, she had been
a willing participant, even inviting some of the things I
did to make her scream in pain and pleasure. And
when it was all done, she still declared herself mine.
I own her. The thought repeated through my mind with
the same frequency as my cock drilling her increasingly-
wet cunt. own her. I own her. I own her.
"I own you," I muttered loud enough to hear her. She
simply grunted loudly in response.
Extracting my hardon from her, I grabbed Bobbi by the
shoulder and whirled her around; she squealed in
surprise. I shoved her back against the stone, grabbed a
wrist in one hand, and drew it over her head. She
placed her free hand on my chest, and I felt her push
against me as stepped in close, the tip of my cock
brushing against the front of her pussy. She looked up
at me, grunting with eyes wide and teeth gritted, and I
felt her struggle against my grip.
She pounded her small fist against my chest and
started to fight harder against me. Those burning
embers in her eyes burst into flames.
"What's the matter? You can't-"
She yelped as I grabbed her hair with my free hand
and yanked, cutting off the rest of her words. I brought
my face close to hers, and we gazed hard into each
others' eyes amid the downpour.
"Stop it," I said as I stared her down. She glared back,
jaw clenched and muscles tense, but she didn't finish
her sentence,
After another moment of silence, I released her hair
and brushed her cheek with my fingertips. They traced
down her jaw, neck, and then lower. I felt along her
collarbone and down the side of her breast, pausing to
cup it in my hand and give it a gentle squeeze as my
thumb ran over the partially erect nipple. I ran my palm
down her free arm and closed my hand around her
wrist.
The muscles in that arm suddenly tensed, and I felt her
resist. My grip on her wrist tightened as I gave her a
hard look. "I said, "Stop!"
Seconds ticked by, and her arm finally went slack. I
raised it above her head and held both her hands
against the wall, keeping then in place with one hand.
Her breasts, pulled high against her chest, brushed mine
with every inhalation; her eyes darted left to right as
she focused on my eyes, and she'd unclenched her jaw.
Her lips were parted. They were beautiful - not too
thin... not too thick. Her mouth was a touch generous,
and I was willing to bet a lot of money she had a smile
that could light up a night sky if she ever lost the
attitude.
"What are you doing?" She asked, and I realized I'd
been staring at her beautiful face longer than usual.
Instead of answering, I lowered my lips to hers. She
backed away from me an inch or two until her head
bumped into the wall.
"For once in your life," I said, "stop making every
goddamn moment a fight."
And then I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were slack
and pliable against mine as she refrained from being an
active participant, but at least she wasn't actively
fighting me anymore. I intensified the kiss, crushing my
lips to hers with bruising strength.
The kiss continued for a good half-minute before I felt
her lips
move an infinitesimal amount against mine, and I felt
her groin press into me. I had to actively keep myself
from smiling, afraid I would set her off if she sensed
my satisfaction. Instead, I concentrated on my steel-
hard cock currently hotdogged between the outer lips
of her pussy, I reached down with my free hand,
adjusted my hips, and pushed forward once I'd lined
my member up with her opening. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
