Chet- Muscular Destroyer Of Pussies And Lives

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Sarah had never seen a man like the one who stood before her. He had to be at least 6 1/2 feet tall. He looked to be wider than the restroom door frame that she could see a few feet behind him. She had come to the grocery store for a few things she needed. She hadn’t dressed up for the occasion, throwing her brown shoulder-lent hair in a ponytail and skipping on some unremarkable jeans. She hadn’t expected for the trip to Walmart to change her life. But here he was fucking her up without even touching her.


His dirty blonde hair was neatly trimmed and perfectly combed. His face looked like something Sarah would have seen in a magazine if she were the type of woman to look at those sorts of things. His arms had to be bigger than her waist. Each chest muscle jetted out from his body by a few inches and somehow she could imagine the neatly defined abs that must have lay under his tight tshirt. In spite of his immensity, he didn’t appear Bulky or comical like those bodybuilders you sometimes see on TV. No. This man was different. To be honest, this man looked like the man most girls would fantasize about if they were being honest about what they wanted most in a sexy guy- something like that guy who plays Thor in the movies or maybe that new guy who plays superman. You know, a perfectly sculpted face of jaw and cheekbone and the body that very very few athletes ever had even in their 20s. He look like those guys, only much, much bigger.


Sara doesn’t know how long she stared.All she knows is that it was enough time to have a profound effect on her body. She soon became aware that her nipples had harden. She became aware that her face was flushing and her breath was shortening, but most of all she could feel the changes that happen between her legs when she’s really turned on. Normally these were the types of feelings that she would feel when she and her boyFriend have been kissing and making out for 10 or 15 minutes. Normally when he was sucking on her titties and gently stroking the outside of her pussy lips she would feel this feeling. It would feel like the lips of her pussy we’re slowly engorging and like her Clit was beginning to throb. Normally she wouldn’t feel moisture until her boyfriend was nestled between her legs, eating her out for the 15 or 20 minutes it would take for him to get her to orgasm. But today she could already very suddenly feel a growing dampness.

Sarah has never had this happen before. She just looked at this guy and already her body was going places that normally took her boyfriend a lot of effort to create. To be honest Sarah had to admit that if she had been alone her hand would’ve been buried up her cunt digging for the orgasm that she already wanted so bad. But she stood paralyzed mouth open just staring at him.

The man in front of her was Chet Markson. Chet was used to this kind of attention. Chet had seen it pretty much anytime he went out of his house. The blank stare, the open mouth, the flushing, lips, the dilated pupils. It all let him know the effect he was having on the pussy the that was standing in front of him.

He knew that he was different from other men. He had realized it along time ago-probably back from elementary school. When kids his age were playing on the playground, he was already interested In sports and getting stronger. He loved the feel of winning- of domination. While he wouldn’t call himself a bully, Chet always possessed this underlying belief that he deserved whatever it was that he wanted. He remembers becoming obsessed with arm wrestling at about 8, beating boys half his age. He remembered wrestling and making the other boys submit, cry, beg for mercy. He always felt bigger, stronger, better than the other boys- even the older ones. This cocky assurance and ability to take charge grew every year as he grew taller and stronger. By middle school he had already Become an object of desire. By high school his body count was growing as was his size and strength.


By the time the Chet turned 18 wet pussy like the one Sarah had leaking in front of him was normal to Chet. At 18 , pounding a teacher on her desk while he was getting tutored or deep dicking freshman cheerleaders who went to the college near his high school was not out of the norm. Of course by this time, Chet had also realized that the differences between between him and other men didn’t stop at the size of his muscles, his height, or his confidence.

Chet had seen the reactions of the dozens of women when he pulled down his basketball shorts or unzipped his pants to know that he was dealing with something that no pussy had ever felt before the day he pierced it. Chet was 11 inches long and as thick as the wrist Sarah was unconsciously playing with to keep her hands busy and to subconsciously provide herself with a tactile sensation on her skin, skin warming more every second that she looked at Chet. Chet had busted enough pussy and heard enough screams. He had given both enough pain and enough pleasure to know that his cock was one of a kind. When he was younger he assumed he was just bigger than the guys in porn. Maybe they couldn’t get the big guys to film, he thought. By now he knew he was bigger than any man a woman had had—bigger soft than they were hard. So this fucking slut ready to finger herself into a puddle of cum in the middle of the produce section at Walmart was nothing new for Chet Markson. He was sure it would be minutes before her hand was up her cunt digging out an orgasm with his image in her head. His hand went down halfway to his knee as he cockily repositioned it giving Sarah a wink and causing her to gasp.

Sarah came to her senses abrupty when she heard the the woman with Chet call his name. Sarah quickly became aware that there were other people in the store and in fact that she was in a public place. The woman who had called Chet was straight out of Instagram. Her long black hair reached just down to her impossibly round booty. Her waist was tiny while her hips swung out wide and round. Her face was perfect- something Sarah would have seen flipping past a telenovela on a Spanish channel.
Sarah saw that the women was wearing clothes so revealing that it actually would have made Sarah uncomfortable had she not been so aroused. The woman’s shorts were tight with no pockets clearly outlining her impossibly full asscheeks. The tank top the woman wore showed skin at both the her top of her large cleavage and around the bottom of where the shirt rode up the woman’s curvy hips. The woman clearly wasn’t wearing a bra as her large erect nipples were clearly on display.

She had called Chet not in exasperation or annoyance, but in a loving, almost hypnotized voice. Her eyes had noticed Chet’s hand repositioning his monster, and subcontiouly her brain was conditioned to recognize an opportunity to sexually service the stud. She had already taken him twice that morning when she came over to do his laundry and give him his shower. But her mind craved more if an opportunity presented itself. The truth is she stayed wet for him any time he was close.

Before responding to the call of his name, Chet seemed to chuckle at Sarah . Sarah was pretending to be looking at tomatoes, but she was doing an awfuL job hiding the fact that the last few seconds had shaken her.

Chet turned to the Spanish goddess and grabbed the biggest handful of ass Sarah had ever seen. Chet said, “let’s go bitch, I’m ready to go to the gym.” In response to the rough ass grab, the woman emitted a coy, almost feline grunt. Chet and the woman walked toward the check out with Sarah now watching them walk away. Chet’s hand was still firmly planted on the woman’s ass. He hand was large, almost completely cupping one of the globes. The woman’s hips swang in an exaggerated way even as she leaned into Chet almost dwarfed by his size.

The short, tight workout shorts Chet wore showed the impossibly tight, round cheeks of his own ass so well. Sarah couldnt help but think she has never seen an ass so perfectly sculpted. As he walked his booty seemed to eat the fabric into his cheeks. Chet led the Latina toward the checkout as Sarah stared. She noticed how Chet walked straight into groups of people,allowing people to move out of his way. Every man saw the women and then looked away when they saw Chet’s size. Every woman glanced again and again as he passed.

That image of his huge arm wrapped around the most sexual woman Sarah had ever seen was too much. That image of the woman’s tiny waist and round hips, next to Chets towering shoulders, narrow hips, and huge round ass. The large legs that matched the girth Of the woman’s ass. Sarah was shaken.

As the couple turned out of sight, Chet squeezed her ass and effortlessly raised her off the ground, palming her ass cheek. Sarah paused. What was happening? Her body was tingling and she felt the need to urinate. She raced to the restroom—which as mercifully empty—and found a stall. As she shimmied down her panties and underwear, she saw that she was not just damp but was fully wet. Almost reflexively her hand went between her legs while her other pushed her bra up to find her hard nipple.


She felt her body respond immediately as the tension released fast. Her pussy contracted rhythmically with the rest of her body, spasming uncontrollabky almost rocking her off the toilet. The second contraction was even stronger than the first, this wave forcing her legs apart and letting out streams of hot clear liquid all into the toilet and down onto the pants around her ankles. The next few contractions were more like seizures. Causing her to buck and move with no control sending her onto the side of the toilet and down on the floor. The last few spasm left her shaking there, wedged between the commode and the stall wall, one hand still digging at her still spurting cunt.

Sarah would need to do this several more times in the hours that followed. Her fucking cunt had been activated in a way that no man had ever been able to do before. Sarah’s pussy needed Chet.
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Wow. Your writing made me feel like I was there. Is this part-autobiography, my friend.
 
ss7979 said:
Saturday morning the first thing Sarah did at work was access the police reports. His name was Chet Markson his address was 1307 Centela Avenue, Apartment D. It took Sarah A few hours to realize what this information could do for her. Once she realized it, she ended her shift early and went home to get her computer.

Chet had an Instagram. How could she not have already thought of this?!? She searched his name and it was the first result. Sure enough, a picture of him appeared in the little circle. He was wearing a shirt, a black wife beater, but it was still more of his body than she had seen before. She felt energy on seeing him, sexual yes but also primal, extatic energy. His shoulder muscles were perfectly sculpted. The ones that went up to his next and the ones that looked Iike large mounds on his arms were so full.Every muscle in his arm was visible, not in a gross, veiny way, but in a soft, understated way. Had each muscle not been huge and swollen he would have had the soft yet muscly body of swimmer.. He still had that look only each muscle was itself huge and full. Sarah could feel it dripping just a bit between her legs.

That excitement quickly fell to dispare when she clicked the account to find it was set to private. Sarah sat there in the Starbucks in actual tears. She clicked the account again and refreshed, still private. She started to cry.

She could see that he had followers, over 100,000 followers and that he was himself only following a few people. She didn’t know who followed him or who he followed but she imagined the blonde and the Latina were two of them. What she would give to see him!

She went back to the picture and enlarged it. He was so beautiful. She studied his face, the perfect cheekbones, the sculpted jaw, the nose, the sharp blue eyes the manly neck with the strips of muscle and the Adam’s apple protruding obscenely. His teeth were perfect. God she wanted his babies.

Sarah crosses her legs and became aware of her aching pussy. Maybe he would accept her request? Maybe he would even remember her? She cried a bit as she brought herself to a quick subdued orgasm there in the Starbucks. Just looking at him and squeezing was enough. Anyone watching would have heard soft grunts and seen her shake a bit with her eyes closed hard like she was concentrating on something. When she came too, she opened her eyes to find no one was watching. She was lucky. Now back to her task.

Just as she was ready to click follow, a terrifying idea hit her. The realization occurred that not only would she see Chet, but he might also see her! This thought hit her hard. She was just the girl next door. Brown hair and pretty blue eyes, a nice figure but nothing crazy. People said she was pretty and cute. But not really hot. What image would she assign as her profile pic!?!???!?

Sarah spent an hour picking out the perfect cover image. It was her in a cute sundress that pushed up her boots just so. She had a broad smile and a flowery meadow in the background. She thought she looked cute as a button in it. It would have to do. She didn’t really have any sexy pictures. Most were just cute. At least he ebooks looked big. She clicked request to follow.


The wait began. She would check her Instagram several times an hour for the next few days. It was an obsession.

Three days passed before she got a response. She was sitting on her living room couch when she got it. It wasn’t an acceptance to follow, but a DM. It just said “who is this?”

Sarah saw it about 10 minutes after it was sent. She had checked her Instagram about every 15 minutes for the entire Three days, so it’s no surprise she caught it so soon.

She didn’t know how to reply. For some reason she felt a little more confident than she expected. After all, his words could have sent her into an orgasmic frienzy scratching at her clit like a dog with fleas. But it didn’t . Maybe she was gaining some self control?

After 5 minutes, Sarah finally settled on an answer: “the girl from the produce section the other day.”

He saw the response almost immediately: “bitch wtf are you talking about”

This response set her much more on edge. For whatever reason this answer gave her a flashback to the time her mother was in the hospital and the doctors said it was touch and go. She might lose her mom. That’s how she felt right now. She could lose everything! She wanted to puke.

She responded, “I saw you at Walmart and you winked at me. I know you have a girlfriend or maybe even two—I don’t know, but I wonder if maybe you wanna maybe have coffee, I would be happy to meet again. I’m sorry to bother you.”

The response was again quick: “Show your tits and ass. “Might have you suck me off sometime.”

Sarah immediately responded, not with anger or insult, but with simple horniness. There in her couch she started to rub her tits and and ass. Neither were impressive but both had gotten good responses from boys before. He was thinking of her tits and ass. Omfg! And—Suck him? God yes!!!! She felt an emptiness in her throat. She wanted something in her mouth. She went to find a dildo.

She had two, one softer and big, the other smaller and hard. She went for the bigger one—about 8 inches—and washed it off. She went back to her couch and looked at the one photo she had of Chet. She forced the dildo into her mouth and pushed it back and forth. She has never really liked giving head, but had done it for her boyfriend once in a while. This was the first time she actually wanted to do it. Like she needed to do it. She ran the first half of it in and out, eyes closed imagining looking up at him. Once In a while she would go a little too deep and would cough a bit. She kept going anyway. After about 5 minutes, she felt her clit fully engorge. She pushed the dildo into her mouth a little deeper and touched her little bean for the first time. She came fast in little quick waves.

She went for her phone immediately after. God she had left him waiting!!!! What if he never replied again????? She had to hurry!!!

She found the folder of pictures that she had taken for her boyfriend. There were two that were perfect: One of her B-size chest leaning over in a mirror and another of her cute, small but sort of round booty in that same mirror. She hurried to send them since she had already delayed so much. Sent.

No response. Seen but no answer. She waited and waited. In the end she would wait all night, eventually falling asleep after some intense nipple play with his photo there in her hand. The next morning she would wake up to still no answer. This was the first 12 hours that had passed since meeting Chet that she hadn’t cum.

She looked at her phone again. Waiting for his response. This time as she was waiting she got an unexpected message. “Where the fuck have you been? Why won’t you answer my text?“ It was Sara‘s boyfriend Lance. It had been over a week since she had seen Lance.Lance lives some 45 minutes away. So it wasn’t unusual for them to go for five days without seeing one another. However it was unusual for them to go this long without talking. They usually texted a few times a day and would FaceTime once or twice a week. Sara had been so preoccupied with Chet that she completely forgot about Lance.

Lance was a good guy. He was an engineer who had a steady job and was always very respectful Sarah. They had fallen in love when they both attended a retreat meant for professionals who were likely to move onto administration at some point in their career. While their love didn’t burn particularly bright, it was enduring and real. It was a mix of the sorts of feelings you might expect in a long-term marriage, a close family relationship, and a good friend. The sexual element of the relationship had always been there, but it was never the primary element. Sarah found Lance very attractive as a partner mostly because of his personality and dependability. He was cute with a nice build and in shape. He was the kind a guy who didn’t really turn heads in the street but who many women would consider dating if only they got to know him.


Sara wasn’t sure how to respond. How could she explain how she simply didn’t realize she ignored him? She had picked up her phone many times a day, and yet he didn’t even come to her mind. In fact, she had picked up her phone more in the last week than she ever had before, It’s just that all of her time on the phone Was spent waiting for a possible reply. And now she was in that same space again. Chet had pictures of her booty, pictures of her tits. Fuck! They were in his phone. He could be looking at them rig hurt now!!!! She was getting turned on again. Maybe Lance could help.

She responded, “ I’m so sorry! Things have been crazy at work and I don’t know where my head has been. I’ve just been dealing with a lot of pressure. I’ve been sleeping a lot.“ She lied. He didn’t respond. She knew he must be mad. She went on, “can I see you today? I miss you. I miss you so.”

After a minute or so she got a response: “WTF?!? Are you seriously going to go a week call out talking to me? And now you think everything’s fine?”

Sara responded,” I’m sorry baby! I really do miss you. Maybe we could skip dinner and you can come right back to my place?“

“LOL. OK. 6 o’clock?“

“OK baby I really do miss you. I can’t wait to see you.“

Sara couldn’t believe what she was doing to Lance. But she really needed help with her libido. She needed him to help. Maybe she could even forget Chet? She tried to be optimistic, but she knew in her mind Lance was just going to be a sophisticated dildo. Maybe someone to eat her pussy while she thought about Chet?

Sarah sat there for who knows how long. She wasn’t masturbating but she wasn’t not masturbating either. She was just sitting on her couch legs spread panties around her knees imagining Chet. She was thinking about what it would be like if he were coming over tonight. She wouldn’t even want him to go between her legs— to eat her out. It wouldn’t seem right. She would want him to use her l. she would want him to take her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now she was really masturbating.

Her masturbation was interrupted by a message. It was Chet.

“Meh. I think I’ll pass.”

Sara saw the message and froze. Her hand moved away from its position curled into her pussy with her palm pressed firmly onto her clit.. Both hands came up to her face as if she was going to cover it in horror and humiliation. As she did this, an orgasm rocked her. It was a surprise she had stopped touching herself And yet her momentary reflection his words, his judgment, did something to her that she didn’t understand. Her legs were flailing strong enough to rip her panties a bit as her pussy let out a few small squirts..

I took Sara a few minutes to compose herself and to clean up her couch. She had no idea what she would say or how to responyoud. Now that the sexual tension was momentarily released, she was just left with Shame, with indignation almost. But no matter how pissed she was on one level, no matter how trivialized she felt, she couldn’t give up on being with him.

She had to ask: “Why can’t we just meet? Please!!!”

His response:” You ain’t got no tits or ass. Your face is a six at best. Maybe seven with make up. Go ahead and use my Instagram to get off if you want. I let you follow. Peace.”

She had another trimmer without even moving. This one left her body stiff and her mind numb. She then lay there almost comatose. Who knows how long she was there, still naked and entrances on her couch.

At some time later she was startled back to reality. She heard the front door open and Lance yell, “Honey??? Where are you???”
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Are you Chet? You seem more than powerful!
 
ss7979 said:
Lance wanted to talk more to DH 165. He had so many questions. He knew he couldn’t answer her on Sarah’s phone. She would kill him. The thought of her angry made him more afraid than it ever would have before. Weird.


He got his phone and messaged her. No response. He messaged again “Could I ask you some questions.” No response. Again, “Maybe we could just talk for a minute?” Finally, he saw the “…” The message came, “Leave me the fuck alone loser. I’m not available and my man will fuck your shit up if you message me again.” He was afraid but aroused. Did she mean Chet?


After waiting more than 20 minutes, his horniness overcame his fear: “This is about helping my girlfriend Sarah. You messaged her.” He immediately got a response. “Ok. I can help you help her. She has some real potential here. I am excited for her. Just help her through the changes as they come. Give her what she needs and help her if she needs money. She may not be able to work for long.”


Lance was baffled. Not able to work??? What did that mean? He asked, “Of course I’ll help my girlfriend, but why wouldn’t she be able to work?”


DH 165 answered quickly, “Stop calling her your girlfriend. You don’t know what it is to own a woman. “


What the fuck??


She continued, “You have probably noticed that she has already become obsessed with Chet. I am guessing she is masterbating all day?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, that is going to continue. She will probably eventually not be able to hold down a job as this peaks and the feminine hormones surge. Her body is going to become ideal for a man like Chet. The most fertile, most feminine genes in her body have never been activated before. This is hard for her. Around men like you, it would be dangerous to be so volumptuous, so feminine. She might get raped. She might not be able to defend herself. You couldn’t help defend her. A man like Chet provides that. Plus,her body wouldn’t evolve to be so tempting to normal men. Think back to the plains of Africa, a woman couldn’t be pregnant with all those children by inferior men. So most female bodies have their sex-linked genes only partially activated. But once she has been exposed to Chet, once she looks at him every day, those genes will activate. Her hips will expand, her fat storage will shift to her butt, her boobs, her lips, her camel toe and her thighs. All other areas will lose fat. Her brain will somewhat shrink as it’s other functions become less necessary. Her cervix will rise up to create more space in her vaginal canal. I hope it is enough to make Chet accept her.”


Lance was entranced. Not afraid or excited, just engrossed in the thought. “what will happen if it is not enough? What do you even mean ‘not enough’?”


“Even with all her genes activated she may not be perfect enough for Chet to notice. Who knows, some lesser get lucky. He has lots of options. Literally any woman he wants. Don’t get me wrong, Chet doesn’t even care about this at all. It is a nonissue to him. Chet’s life is different from yours. He doesn’t spend any time thinking about women at all. A woman to Chet is just like a piece of food, maybe a sandwich, to you. When he wants one, he just picks what he wants and has it. He may devour it. I have seen him destroy so many. Then he is done.


The whole “Destroyed Holes” thing is just a joke to him. He likes to play with his food. Lol. He has a cruel streak to. Those women in the pictures are destroyed in ways you don’t see- dislodged cervixes, anal hemorrhages, ripped sphincters above the stomaches…. Abortion after abortion when he commands--- totally destroyed.

So anyway, this will consumer her and you, but it will be nothing to him. There are probably 100 women doing this same thing for him right now. A few might develop naturally enough to find themselves in the right place at the right time for Chet to use. A few might need some extra work. And most will spend the rest of their life fading away. A couple will commit suicide. So sad. “


Lance asked, what do you mean “some need extra work?”


“Plastic surgery. If her genes aren’t good enough, you’ll need to buy her plastic surgery. Please only get the best though. If he senses it he will get angry. He felt silicone one time and busted it with his hand. Not pretty.”


Lance was perplexed: “Why would I pay for this?”

DH 165 took a few minutes to respond. It felt like forever. The truth is, Lance already sensed that he would pay.


DH 165’s reply: “Because you crave that cruelty that I mentioned. She is your only hope of access to him. You see, Chet affects men too. Your body knows there is only one alpha. You evolved to get out of the way, the move over. To support the females when needed. And to allow Chet to play with you if so chooses. Good luck with that emptiness in your asshole and throat. Yes that hollowness will stay. It has opened up a cavern so deep that it feels impossibly central to your being. It makes you feel almost like an open tube from your mouth to your asshole. Only Chet can feel every inch of it. That’s why you only crave him now. “

Lance did feel that aching, that opening up moving from his holes to his central being. He wanted to be stuffed. His tiny shriveled dick was spasming in orgasm without even getting hard.


Sarah was awake now, watching across the room. DH 165 never responded again.
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Wow...I teach English and you write with clarity, precision, and grace.
 
ss7979 said:
Who was Chet? Since the humiliating experience in the bathroom Wednesday, this one question consumed her. Well the truth is she had many questions. Was he real? Was this a hallucination? Had he really winked at her? Was that his dick that he grabbed half-way down his leg? Did that gorgeous girl really let him treat her like that?

But most of all? How could she see him again?

The orgasms continued Wednesday night. She would distract herself for a while but then the image of him would resurface and the desire would grow fast. She woke Thursday morning to an intense wet dream. Her tummy was rolling and her legs, though squeezed tightly together, were emitting squirts of cunt juice down her asscheeks and into a pool on the sheets.

Friday was a little better. She tried to focus her energy on actually finding Chet rather than simply fucking herself thinking of him. She had done well until she got to work Friday night. Sara was a nurse who worked in the ER at the local hospital. Her shift had gone pretty much as usual. Lots of middle-age women coming in with made up heart attack related issues. Overprotective parents bringing in kids with mildly sprained ankles. Just before the end of her shift a man came in with bruises all over his face and body. His upper arm was broken and his face had fractures. His ribs were broken in three places.

On the man’s intake report he said he had been in an altercation. It was hard to imagine how this man could lose a fight. This was a big guy-muscular not ripped. but clearly in good shape. He was wearing the Tshirt of a local MMA club and was covered in rough-looking tattoos. Clearly he was someone who worked out often. Seated near the man and crying was a young woman. She was blonde and curvy. It look like she could be a model. She was sobbing as was he.

After taking care of the man’s wounds and administering some pain medicine, Sara asked some of her colleagues what the backstory was. Clearly there had been some violence here. Sara found out that the man had walked in on the blonde cheating. In a fit of rage the man had attempted to punch the guy who he found on top of his girlfriend of five years. But clearly this had gone badly. The woman confessed that she cheated. She kept saying,” I couldn’t help it.”

Something about the case interested Sara. What happened? What did she mean, “couldn’t help it”?

When the social work finally came in for questioning, it became clear that the man had attempted to fight the man who is mounting his girlfriend. While at first the other guy just laughed and swatted the boyfriend away, Eventually he got annoyed and delivered several blows. At one point apparently the man was pounding the woman while he held this man down on the bed by his neck. Through this all, he continued to fuck the woman. Through tears the man lying in the hospital bed kept saying that his girlfriend kept cumming though it all. He kept saying, “She didn’t care. She wouldn’t stop.”

As the man was saying this all, the blonde seemed to stop crying and to start to look different. If Sarah hadn’t known better, she would have said the woman was aroused. Sarah really should have been doing other jobs, but she made up tasks to complete so that she could putz around the room and see more.

Eventually the woman got up from her seat una rush. It was obvious to Sara that it was a difficult for the woman to walk—something about the way she waddled and kept her legs apart made Sarah curious. The woman disappeared from the room and Sarah quickly exited behind her, noticing her go into one of the private bathrooms in the floor.

Sara occupied herself there in the hallway for a few seconds but eventually heard a noise coming from the bathroom. Sara felt awkward just standing around but her curiosity was too much to control, so she pressed herself up against the door and heard the woman obviously in orgasm. “So big so big so hard so fucking hard so big oh my god oh my god oh my God.“

What happened next was almost too much for Sara. She could still hear the wet sounds of the woman obviously mashing at her pussy. The rhythm was getting faster and faster. Clearly the woman had already cum, But she was going for a second. Within seconds the woman was once again cussing and mewling and grunting and Dripping into the toilet. As the woman seemed to peak in orgasm, Sarah heard a blood-curtling scream: “Chet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

At this point something took over Sarah as she leaned against that door. Her brain went dark flashing on images of the man she had seen but not really met. The images flashed of him pounding this beautiful woman while he toyed with and eventually broke that man in the other room. She could sense the power, the destruction. Any pity for the broken man in the next room quickly turned to a callous disdain. Sarah wanted Chet to have every pussy: hers, the Latina with the ass, this blonde fingering herself in the toilet, and every other hole Chet might desire. As this disdain welled up in Sarah, she felt the urge to go spit on the man in the next room, maybe to punch his bruised rib. At the same time she wanted to go in to the Blonde and help her finish her orgasm, maybe even see what Chet has done to her while she sucked the woman’s pussy. But Sarah was frozen there, leaning against the bathroom door as the desired tore her and images of Chet flashed.

And then it hit her. Her legs gave way and she started to cum buckling down into the floor there in the hospital hallway.
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Wow...I like Chet's attitude...He knows himself well...great work
 
Months went by. Sarah continued to hunt for Chet—- to search. Her daily routines continued— intense masterbation, huge dildo stuffings, and no hands trembling squirts while she looked at her screen and longed for his cock. The strength of her orgasm continued to increase and she could feel a hole forming deeper and deeper in her cunt.





She constantly needed new dildos. Her hours of cumming made her pussy like no other. Strong. Tight. Muscular inside. The cunt walls could squeeze so hard that a finger wouldn’t be able to pull out. Dildos would wear out after several uses, becoming smaller and limp because of her intense, hungry cunt. Some would show indentions where her cum muscles had broken them.





She tried to go on dates. Dates with “big” guys whose muscle and cock were supposed to be impressive. They would always end the same… she’d be pounding herself down on them wanting more cock, getting angry as she bottomed out with empty space still in her deep back chamber. Sometimes she’s get frustrated and sad. Sometimes angry. Sometimes she’d loser her temper slapping and punching and cursing the lack of cock length and thickness to stuff her like she needs. One guy advertised 11 inches and when he didn’t satisfy she threw a fit punching him and slapping him in the face. “Little cock can’t satisfy whore pussy like this. Fuck you fuck…” as she grinded down on his 11 inches…. Frustrated that there was no more cock for her pussy to eat. Her eventual orgasm would render the guys cock broken—worthless after her pussies punishment. But this orgasm wasn’t one his cock brought about… no. It was in spite of





You see, the dates coukd end in one of two ways with these “big” guys. She would either give up, or take her phone and stare at Chet while she drop herself on the cock as hard as she could. Once she’d eventually cum her incredible contractions would crush their cocks. A painful milking from a cunt that wants more… bigger.. harder… thicker.. longer … she wanted—- she required— Chet’s God cock. In spite of how frustrated she was, in spite of how hopeless it seemed, she kept looking. Bars and clubs and gyms at night… she would look for cock. It was on one of these outings—on her quest for huge cock—that she finally found her destiny.





Sarah had introduced two friends to the Chet life early on— back when she was just beginning to be consumed by thoughts of cock and muscle. Marie and Joan Started off like her, watching the videos every day. Over the months they too transformed. At this point they live for cock. The pair often joined Sarah in stuffing themselves and cumming. One of their favorite activities was using a 26 inch long, 8 inch girth double dildo in each either as they’d bounce together as hard as they could together. . Alternatively one of their boyfriends would strap a 12 inch dildo to his foot and kick it as hard as he could into one of their cunts until they were satisfied enough to sleep. Just like Lance , these men had been transformed into servants of their cock hungry women — jacking themselves off —or cumming hands free— to videos and pictures of Chet. Chet… fucking Chet.





On the night in question, Joan’s boyfriend Mark had driven the girls out to a club across town. It was in a trendy area and lots of fit guys tended to go there. The three women were were convinced they’d go home unsatisfied… but they had to try. Their pussies compelled them even if their minds knew it was hopeless.





But this night they were in luck.





Each woman dressed to show off their bodies as they always did… tight, short dresses with low cut to shoe cleavage. Months of exposure to Chet had cause the expected changes in them just as it had in Sarah. Their tits were now huge- Marie at DDD and Joan at E. Their asses were large and round, protruding from their tiny waists with a perfect mix of firmness and jiggle. Marie had a super round bubble while Jian’s sagged just enough to emphasize the heavy amount of booty meet she Carrie’s. Marie a slightly shorter Latina, and Joan a slightly taller blond— When the three went out every man was hard. Usually a line would form at the bathroom… men needing to jack off in order to get their erections to go away so they could approach one of the smokeshows.





On this night the three were dressed to please—dressed for big cock. They had cum 6 or 7 times each before leaving. They were hoping to avoid the wet spots that tended to form under their pussies if they sat any place too long. They wanted to be out a few hours. They needed to pregame.





As they were Getting out of the car, the bouncer immediately approached them and escorted them to the front. They entered and went to the bar… plenty of men—tall, muscular, and no doubt “hung”—gawked and stiffened. Some excused themselves to the restroom before they approached, others came up immediately.





Most conversations were quick. The girls wound flirt and touch the mens bodies… some were immediately rejected — too fat or too skinny. Others made it to the next round when the girls hands would lower to the cock. Man after man would be dismissed in this way… not enough height.. not enough muscle… not hot enough cock….





The girls had run through more than 20 men when it happed.





Joan saw him first, then Marie then Sarah . The world stopped. Each pussy began it’s deep contraction on first time.





Standing nearly at least a foot taller and 2 foot wider than any other man, Chet entered. He was surrounded by 6 women as hot as the trio. So much ass and titties with perfect faces— clear complexions, full lips, doe eyes, and beads of sweet cunt juice trickling down their legs…





The girls look well put together but a same time used— no doubt each had been fucked in the car on the way over. One in particular had swollen lips and runny mascara— she seemed to be struggling to swallow as she moved her head and neck uncomfortably—- no doubt her throat has been used.





Chet’s entourage made its way to the bar slowly. The girls were clearly limping… their legs seemed spread as they walked. A slight look of pain and pleasure on each face any time one would looked away from Chet. Of course, that was rare. They generally all just stared up at him… adoringly, worshipfully, lustfully.





Chet was wearing a tank top and jeans. His traps rose incredibly high from the sides of his neck. . His shoulders were like bowling balls on top of his arms, which were themselves thicker than any of the guys’ legs in the entire club. His chest jutted out forming a shelf near his collarbone. And his pecs stretched the shirt so that it’s tightness threaten to rip if he were to bounce one pec accidentally. His waist was small, accented by the shirt that was No Doubt tailored for him. His waist couldn’t have been more than an inch bigger than his arms. His legs were massive and the roundness of his ass was almost visible from the front. As he entered the smell of pussy juice fill the room.





He continued moving to the bar as a path formed for him. His arms wrapped around four girls, cupping the ass cheeks of the two outer girls… so four girls were in his wingspan while two others trailed behind. He moved toward the bar.. looking at the women he was passing. Women everywhere were stopping to look. Some froze; others glanced down nervously. Every pussy was wet. Every clit was about to burst.





Marie, Joan and Sarah’s eyes widened and mouths opened. Their waists seemed paralyzed with a building contraction— almost a full body cramp. Their eyes slowly traveled down Chet’s body to his jeans where his cock snaked down his left leg under the hands of the two girls on its side. As soon as the trio made out the cockhead of the beast… their knees went weak— the cramp released, and there cunts convulsed in an epileptic waterfall. Chet’s eyes turned, and he chuckled… he’d get to them in a moment.….
 
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Lance needed Chet. It had been 3 days since he had updated his Instagram. Sarah had taken to getting off to older pics and videos. That was cool. Chet looked at those plenty too, but what he really needed was some of the content that Chet only put in his livestream, the stuff that Instagram would take down, but that no one would dare report in a live stream. Lance felt a deep unfulfilled need that no amount of jacking off and old pictures would relieve. By now Sarah looked incredible. An ass bigger than seemed possible on her tiny frame hanging from her tiny waist. It poked out several inches from her back. Her tits were now full Ds, hanging naturally but still perky in her perfect skin.

Lance no longer really noticed this himself. He simply noticed the men who would ogle her everywhere she went. Some of them were big, strong men. Not like Lance viewed himself. They were aggressive and brash toward Sarah where now Lance could only be deferential and sweet. His yearning need was for Chet only.

One Thursday after dropping Sarah off at work, he returned home intent on finding more. He left Instagram and started to search. Terms like “God” “Muscle” “hung” “Hunk” etc. He found nothing but tiny, ugly wanna be Chets. Nothing even close.

Then it dawned on him- maybe the women were the key to finding Chet. He tried “Destroyed Holes.” Nothing came up. Then he added “Chet” and ….. Bingo.

A video surfaces called “Anatomy Lesson of Destroyed Holes.” It was 30 minutes long. Lance unzipped his pants and pulled it up.


Chet stands in the video with two women and another man. Chet is speaking “since you agreed on the million dollar payment, I’ll explain it and let you tape. Here is how it works.”

Lance notices that both women are staring up at Chet. The other man is taller than both women, but Chet looks to be a foot taller than the man. Chet is wearing a shirt and shorts, but each muscle is clearly visibile through the shirt.

Chet continues “So I want to explain to you exactly how a woman’s body works. What gets a cunt off. I got #203 here to help.” The woman in front of him smiles a bit. She is ridiculously stacked. Her skin is flawlessly tan. Her breasts must be DD. Her waist appears to be the size of Chet’s arm. Chet grabs her by her blonde hair and roughly positions her face near the camera. “Look at her eyes.”


Her eyes are beautifully, blue but you can barely see the blue. They are almost all pupil. “See her pupils expanded. Her cheeks flush. Her lips bright red. She wants to get fucked. I’m gonna show you how her body responds to me.”

“The first thing that a cunt craves is an attractive male. A perfectly proportioned face. Perfect skin. Broad jaw. Big adams apple. 203, look at me.”

She fixes her attention at his face. He smiles at her and continues to look deep in her eyes. Her legs immediately close together and she starts to tighten. He raises his hand to strike her each. “Not yet.”


She stops her cum but her body is intensely aroused. Her breath is shallow and rapid. Chet turns his is attention to the little man beside him. “Take off their pants.”


The man moves on to the woman who is now also in frame, breathing hard. She is also a nice looking woman. She is perhaps 40 years old, in good shape with nice boobs and a small waist. Her brown hair is in a Bob, and she is dressed in a sundress that shows cleavage. The man moves to the woman and begins to pull her panties down from under her dress. He bends down and she steps out of them.


“Show the camera.” He lifts up the panties. They are pink bikini bottoms, not to small, but a little sexy.


“Open them up.” The man opens them and shows them to the camera. They are wet all in the crotch but what is most clear is the copious amounts of white cream in the inside. The woman looks ashamed but quickly puts her eyes up to look back at Chet. Her breathing deepens.


Chet stares in her eyes deeply. Its almost as if he is staring into her soul. His chiseled face stands out next to her older, more rounded features. Soon her breath quickens and she begins to draw her legs together. Chet stops her with a quick move of his foot. She is there legs apart on the edge of orgasm. He holds his stare for what seems like minutes. She soon starts to shake slowly and irratically. Chet smiles and motions to her lower half. His hand raises her skirt to show a steady stream of juice leaking.


The camera turns back to him, “A man’s face is a powerful object for a woman. Now lets have some more fun. Another strong sexual stimulant is power. He leads the group out of his house, through his kitchen into what appears to be a large garage that has been converted into a gym. Both women seem to be transfixed on his ass in the tight chorts as we walks.


When they enter he tells the woman to sit on the bench. She sits and he gently moves her onto the edge so that her pussy is hanging over the edge. She is facing another bench. #205 sits behind her closely. She is almost cuddling the woman in her large bussom as if she knows what the woman is going through.


Chet walks over to the bench. “How much can you bench?” He asks the man.


“Maybe 250?”


Okay, Chet puts 135 on the bar. He tells the man to warm up. The may lays down and does 8 reps, starting to struggle a bit on the last. Chet then puts 225 on the bar. The man lays back and attempts a rep but struggles a bit. Chet helps just a little. It is clear the man can’t do any more.


“Okay, 225 max. Good job little man.” Chet mocks.


“Let me warm up now.” Chet adds a 45 lbs plate to each side. He lays down and presses 10 nice and fast.


“Let”s double that now. “ The man takes his time adding each 45 lb plate one at a time. Chet grabs three with his huge hands and loads them in one movement. When the man is done, the bar now has 585 lbs.


Chet lays down and says “Spot me” with a laugh. Before the man can get in place, Chet is pressing reps. He gets 8 and stops.


“Go over there to your wife and bend down by her pussy.” The man goes over and the camera follows. The man bends down to see her leaking pussy there. Her clit is clearly visible.


“Watch this.” Bret removes his shirt. His pumped chest and arms budlge obscenelyin the background. The camera person starts to focus on Chet but he orders “Stay on the pussy.”

The pussy now acticly streaming. Each rhythmic contraction allows the large pink head of the clitoris to shine out out in pulsing motions. 205’s hands can be seen on her thighs, forcing them to stay wide open.

The camera zooms out Chet is looking in the mirror. He is bouncing his pecs with a cocky, stasified expression. He turns around and walks over to the woman whose eyes are now closed. He slaps her “Open your eyes bitch.” She is started and opens her eyes but an orgasm begins to shake her. She tries to ignore it so that she can obey.


Chet loads more weight on each side. “That’s just over 900 lbs. Four times what this little man did.”


Chet lays down. The outline of his thick cock is visible snacking between his legs and laying there on the bench beside his asshole.


Chet does 5 reps. By his 5th rep both women are now writhing. The wifes pussy is still visible as pulsing waves of cum shoot out. The clit is now dangerously large and red. It swells and shinks violently with each burst.


Chet walks over. “They like that.”

Now let me show you how a cunt reacts to some violence.
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