I like to think of myself as a real guy's guy, but I have to tell you how much I enjoy playing with my new Dolly. She's my very own Dolly - mine and and mine alone. I can play with her whenever I want. She's brand-new; I've only been her owner for a couple of months.

I'd seen her around for awhile before I bothered messing with her. She seemed like she might be a little out of my league, but we did our drinking at the same place. I'd seen her leave with guys on a couple of other occasions - and a few times with couples. One night I was feelin' a little lonlier than usual, which made her seem like a little more of a possibility. She smiled across the bar at me. I smiled back and bought her a drink. And then I bought her another drink. The next thing I knew, we were walking across the parking lot to our cars.

I always preferred taking women back to my house; I didn't like going to theirs. I was more comfortable playing on my own turf. I hated trying to be comfortable in a "decorated" apartment. Besides, I had stuff at my apartment I liked to have at my disposal.

It had been pretty warm that night and she had been wearing a shirt with no sleeves that showed off her flat belly and a cute little skirt made out of some thin material. I was sitting on my couch and she was sitting in an armchair across from me. We were drinking beer. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, flashing me.

I was getting turned on by her little show - and she knew it. I could tell she was enjoying herself. She wasn't bad-looking - and I gotta tell you that she had a fine, fine ass. I knew she'd been married before, and that her husband had died in a car crash a long time ago. And she was smart. I'd heard someone say one time that she was a college professor. I was impressed; I hate being around stupid women.
So we drank some more and she flashed me some more. Then she got up to go pee. I hollered at her to get us a couple more beers from the fridge while she was up. When she came back in the room, she came and sat down next to me on the couch. We were just sitting there drinking and talking and at one point she said, "Tony, I think I've been a bad, bad girl. I've spent way too much money on shoes this month. But they ARE cute, don't you think ? She extended her tanned and shapely leg straight out, showing off a strappy red sandal complimented by shiny ruby red toenails."

That was my cue. Without a word, I leaned over and pulled her over my lap. I yanked her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties down to her knees. I rubbed her butt a few times in a circular motion. She was squirming around a lot, but she wasn't fighting me at all. So I started off slowly; teasingly. But then when I noticed how much she seemed to be getting into it, I really started wailing on her ass. By the time I stopped, my hand was stinging and her whole butt was steaming hot and bright pink - and Dolly was panting hard and rubbing her crotch into my lap. She was wanting to cum and I wasn't going to let that happen yet.

I abruptly stopped the spanking and rubbed her hot pink ass some more. Man ! I could sure smell her pussy now ! She kept mashing her cunt into me and started purring like a kitten. So I started spanking her nice butt again. But after five or six strokes, I stopped again and told her to drop to her knees in front of me. She did it - immediately. I leaned back and unzipped my jeans and hauled my johnson out. I smacked her across the face with it and told her to start sucking. She immediately did that, too. Damn ! She was good ! Her mouth was wet and warm and I was ready to pop my wad in no time flat. I pulled out just in time and splashed my load across her pretty face. She opened her mouth in shock and surprise. I told her to lick my cum off, and she did as she was told.

She was kneeling there in the floor in front of me, giving me one of those big-eyed "please use me and abuse me, Sir" looks. I recognized it right away. God ! I loved silly little bitches like her ! I told her to just keep kneeling there - to close her eyes, spread her legs as wide as she could and twist her nipples - hard - while I went to the kitchen to get a few things. When I came back into the room, she had her eyes shut tight. She was squeezing her nipples and rocking back and forth, trying to smash her cuntlips together and nearly making herself cum. I hadn't given her permission to have an orgasm, so I stopped her again. She shuddered slightly and moaned out loud in frustration.

I smacked her well-manicured hands out of the way and fastened an old-fashioned wooden clothespin on the very tip end of each of her soft pink nipples. Then I bent her over the coffee table with her splendid ass way up in the air and told her to spread her cuntlips apart and play with herself - but not to make herself cum if she knew what was good for her. She started rubbing her swollen clit. I put a thick dildo in her hand and instructed her to fuck herself with it. My bad Dolly looked like she was having too much fun again, so I stopped her and started spanking her again, this time with my thick leather belt across her nice round bottom.

The soft white flesh of her ass was shaking delightfully under my belt with each swat - about twenty swats altogether, I guess. She flinched a few times and I heard her suck in her breath, but she didn't cry - not even once. I had to give her credit for that. I was smacking her pretty hard. The red stripes were making a nice criss-cross pattern on her bottom. It would be blue tomorrow. My dick was starting to stand at attention.

I walked over to her and stuck my hard dick up her wide-open cunt a couple of times to get it all slicked up. Then without warning I pulled my boy out of her greedy cunt and rammed it right up her ass. That made her scream - but only one time. When I was busy plowing her asshole, I reached around and took the clothespins off her nipples, which caused her to let out another little scream. I smacked her ass a few times. I rode her hard and twisted her nipples. We were both covered with sweat and breathing hard when I filled her asshole with a buttload of hot cum.

Then I told her it was time for her to leave because I had to go to work really early the next morning - but I invited her back the next weekend for more fun. She readily agreed, so we made definite plans for next Saturday night. I told her she'd better shave her snatch completely smooth and not wear any panties the next time, either. Then I twisted her nipples hard again and told her to get her clothes on and get the hell out of my house. Meek as a little mouse, she did as she was told.

She showed up early the next week. I wasn't surprized. In fact, I was ready and waiting for her. I met her at the door and ordered her to get undressed immediately. Of course she did what I told her to do. Man, she was hot ! She looked even better this week than she did before. Her shaved snatch was awesome. I couldn't wait to touch it.

The first thing I told her to do was to go sit outside on the front steps and wait for me to join her. She hesitated a few seconds, and I had to smack her extraordinary ass with a riding crop a couple of times to get her moving. I instructed her to sit on her hands, with her eyes closed and her legs spread wide open and her breasts thrust out in front of her. She sat there, quiet and still - butt naked on my front porch, with her legs spread apart and her shaved pussy exposed and wide open - and her tits poking out - just like I told her to. I blindfolded her and snapped a few quick digital photos before I yanked her roughly to her feet.
I walked her across the front yard to a big tree and tied her to it with her legs spread apart. Then I picked a nice switch off the tree and stripped all the leaves off it. I pulled it through the air, landing it squarely across her ass, causing her to flinch and suck in her breath sharply. I paused a second before I landed a hard blow on the other cheek. I liked the sound the switch made as it swished through the air. I also liked the way her fleshy ass jiggled slightly as the switch landed across it. I liked the noise it made when it landed on her ass. I kept this up for a few minutes. I was sure it stung like hell. I could see that her whole body was tense.

I walked over to her and rubbed her butt a little. It was fiery hot and covered with angry red welts. She relaxed a little as I rubbed. There were tears running down her face. I liked that.

I untied her and walked her over to the front porch. I made her get down on her hands and knees and start finger-fucking herself. I told her to make herself gooey and then get her asshole all lubed up and ready for me. I instructed her to put on a hot show for me because I felt like being entertained. Bless her heart - she did her best - shoving her fingers in and out of her cunt, rubbing her clit and moaning as she smeared her thick cunt juices around her tiny puckered asshole - and my dick was getting hard as granite. I dropped down to my knees, unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out. I placed the head right up against her butthole, gave one big push, and I was in. Inside her asshole was tight and hot and I blew my load in record time.

I pulled my cock out of her butt and told her to stay on her hands and knees, but to turn around to face me. I grabbed her head and made her lick my dick and clean her shit off it. She gagged once or twice, but her tongue never stopped moving. I took a few more photographs and decided I was finished with her for now. I told her to get up, go inside, get dressed and go home. Maybe I'd allow her to have an orgasm the next time - and maybe not. I told her to be back at my house the same time next week - and to be totally naked (as well as freshly shaved with no panties) when she rang the doorbell.

When she showed up the next Saturday, she didn't know she'd been on my mind all week. She also didn't know that nearly every night, I'd jerked off to thoughts of her shaved pussy and her red, welt-covered ass. She was rapidly becoming one of my favorite all-time fantasies.

Of course when I answered my doorbell, she was standing there naked and smooth-shaved - just like I knew she would be, her clothes in a little pile on my porch. I snapped a thick leather dog collar around her neck right away, pulled her inside and ordered her down on her hands and knees. I sat on the edge of the coffee table and pulled my cock out for her to suck. She wasted no time getting down to business. When my prick was nice and hard, I ordered her to lay on her back in the middle of the floor. I climbed on and rode for a minute or two. I pulled out and left her wanting it. She was breathing hard and wanting to cum. I shoved my hard dick in her mouth again and grabbed two handfulls of hair, keeping her head in place while I fucked her face. A few minutes later, I shot my wad down her gullet, causing her to choke. Still, she looked up at me with a silly little smug and satisfied smile on her face.

I knew she was still wanting to cum, and I was willing to indulge her - as soon as I turned her over my lap and gave her a good ass-reddening. I spanked until her entire bottom was good and warm - alternating between her left ass cheek and her right - and rubbing in between slaps. I stopped just short of bringing her to a screaming orgasm. I loved leaving her gasping. I had her kneel in front of me, and spread her thighs apart. Then I fastened weights to both of her nipples. I helped her to a standing position and handed her a baseball bat and told her to make herself cum. I watched in amazement as she shoved the big end of the bat up her soppy cunt and started fucking it. Her slimy, hungry cunt was swallowing the whole damn thing. After only a few thrusts, she was coming and screaming. And I was getting hard again.

The rest of the night, we alternated between spankings, fucking and filling all her holes with anything I felt like using: a cucumber, a carrot, a big salami, several sizes of candles, as well as hammer and hairbrush handles - and that baseball bat again. I spanked her poor ass with my hand, with a slipper, with my belt. I also used a wooden spoon, an electrical cord and a small riding crop. No way she'd be able to sit down tomorrow. She cried a few times and begged me to stop. Of course I didn't. I couldn't. And besides, we both knew she didn't really want me to . . .