Gina Dominates Donny
by ibfeysaat18@gmail.com



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Me and Kristen went to the mall but I kept daydreaming about tomorrow. I had
the house all to myself from 10 in the morning until 7 at night. Donny was
coming over so that I could beat him up and humiliate him in the privacy of my
own house. My cunt was leaking all day as I kept imagining Donny laying on his
back worshipping the deepest darkest crevices of my femininity. My curiosity
about sex had been elevated to a point where I had no choice but to unleash it
on the poor submissive Donny. I went home and masturbated thinking about my
big day. It felt so good and I was getting closer and closer to having my
first real live orgasm. Maybe I could have it on Donny's face. Kristen did.

I slept like a baby having wonderful dreams about Donny being my very own
walking talking boy toy. I awoke rested and horny as a toad. Kristen had given
me a little of the mind altering treat that her brother had shared with her. I
was high as a kite when Donny showed up for his predetermined lesson in
respect and female domination.

Donny is tall and skinny. He is probably 5 foot 8 and 130 pounds. He has curly
hair and dreamy blue eyes. He looks like a young prettier version of Don
Henley from the Eagles. I am 5 foot 2 and only weight 103 pounds but I have
always been a bit of a tomboy. Donny is a year older than me but as he was
about to learn, girls rule. Especially dominant athletic girls like me.

I think I'm pretty but the boys don't seem to notice. I have a pretty face but
my tiny tits forgot to grow. They just are basically 2 little nipples atop my
almost boobless chest. I'm an A cup. I could just as easily wear a training
bra.

Donny has the cutest little cock. It's pretty small I think. At least compared
to the ones I've seen on the internet. It's about 5 inches and thin with a
cute little helmet on the tip. It is surrounded by a forest of dark brown
pubic hair. My cunt is invisible. It's completely obscured by my pubic hair.
That's one difference. Another is that his little dicklet gets aroused by the
thought of getting beaten up by a girl, where mine drools at the thought of
beating him up. It's a mismatch made in heaven.

I didn't need to kill him. I just had to beat him up enough to make him cry.
There is just something about seeing a boy crying because a girl just beat him
up and humiliated his manhood that revs my engine. And Donny is the perfect
sissy crybaby.

I wanted to make the visual revelation of my cunt special. I know that poor
Donny has never actually seen one in person. He was dying to discover my
secret hiding place. So I planned on stripping down to just my black bikini
panties and fighting topless. Just like men do. However, I was planning on
making Donny get beaten up completely naked with his boy rocket bobbing and
weaving to my eyes delights.

We made our way to the playroom. I was ready to play. When we got there I took
off my shirt leaving myself topless for the first time in my life in front of
a real live boy. My tiny tits were topped by bullet hard nipples which were
standing proudly and erect. I explained to Donny the rules.

"Ok. Here's the deal. Strip now. And strip naked. I have already seen you
naked so it should be no big deal. Besides, I like to look at your cute little
boner. I'm going to beat you up and humiliate you by dominating you completely
naked and exposed. I'm going to beat you up wearing only my damp panties. You
can take them off of me and do anything you want if you win. But when I beat
you up and make you cry like a baby I will remove my own panties and show you
my beautiful dominant little cunt. And then I am going to sit on your face and
grind my hairy cunt all over your face. Either way I win. And you and I both
know that I'm going to beat you up and there's really nothing you can do about
it. Your dreamgirl who you fantasize about and masturbate imagining, the same
one that you are too afraid of to ever try to win her the old fashioned way,
me, is making you strip naked so that I can beat you up. This must be so
humiliating for you because it's intoxicating for me. Good boy Donny, you do
have a boner! Isn't that cute? Put on your gloves and get ready to get beaten
up and humiliated by your dominant dreamgirl. I'm ready to make you my bitch
from this point forward. Now before I beat you up, crawl over here and kiss my
panties and beg me to dominate and humiliate you. NOW! Pussy boy! Keep
crawling. Now kiss my panties. Ooh, that's nice. Kiss me again. Do you want to
see what's hiding behind those damp panties? I'll bet you want to look at my
hairy little cunt and even bury your face in it. How does it smell? Does mine
smell better than Kristen's?"

"Oh God you smell like heaven. You're pussy smells and tastes so much better
than Kristen's. Please beat me up and humiliate me and allow me to worship
you. I can't wait to see your elusive cunt. I've never seen a real live one
and I will do anything you want just to kiss and worship you. Oh Gina, please
beat me up and put me in my place beneath you."

This was going even better than I could have hoped for. Donny did exactly what
I told him to do with no hesitation. He stripped himself naked without ever
taking his eyes off of me. I liked the fear and desperation in his expression.
I liked how his pretty little boner stood up proudly mesmerized by my beauty
and nudity. I liked how he kissed my panties and how nice it felt. I liked
that he LOVED my special feminine aroma. That special scent which identifies
me, the sweet smell that I would soon be marking my prey with. I liked how he
begged. And I liked that he was also rooting for me to win the fight and beat
him up. My dreamboat had just come to life in my playroom and now it was time
to beat him half to death!

I said Ding and warned Donny to put up his dukes and get ready to get beaten
up and humiliated by a better girl. He stood there like a statue with his
fists awkwardly displayed in front of his face and awaited his humiliating
fate. I went right after him and upon arrival I peppered him with a 4 punch
left jab jackhammer. He blocked all 4 punches but the force of my power
knocked his own gloves into his own face. What a humiliating start.

"You're supposed to let me beat you up. Instead you're beating yourself up.
Why do you keep punching yourself in the face. Tee hee!"

As he backed up for safety he was quickly approaching the wall. I kept
stalking and after my humorous commentary, I unleashed a left right combo into
his wide open belly. He groaned upon impact of both punches. It felt so good
to land a couple of good clean punches. It aroused me at the inevitability of
the slaughter. I then began ripping both lefts and rights into his long
spindly arms. I wanted to beat the defenses out of him first. I wanted to make
his arms heavy and weary. My punches into his arms were the hardest I threw.
The punches to his belly a little softer and the ones to his face softer
still. I wanted to draw it out. I wanted to slowly and seductively beat the
pride and dignity out of my new plaything. I wanted to hear the captivating
music of a boy reduced to tears by his feminine conqueror. I wanted to hear
the escalation of his crying and begging for mercy. I wanted to savor this. I
wanted to play.

The heavy consistent pounding of his arms quickly paid dividends. His arms
must have felt like they weighed 100 pounds each. He was helpless against my
onslaught. So I varied my target. A left right combo to his belly and the oof
sounds returned. Aah, sweet music. Donny clumsily tried to lower his fatigued
arms to protect his belly. A soft left right left 3 punch combo scored to his
face.

"You're too slow. Your arms are getting heavy. How do you like getting beaten
up by a girl? I'm having fun. Are you getting tired? Oh, I'm sorry did I hurt
you?"

The last question followed a clean uppercut to the solar plexus. And it
knocked the stuffing out of him. Donny was getting even more afraid and
discouraged. You could see the resignation of his spirit. You could smell the
unmistakable aroma of defeat. He gave me a pleading look as he grabbed his
wounded belly. I gave him no mercy. I happily punched him in the nose. He
looked like he was fixing to cry. So I punched him again. He put his head in
his hands and his chin quivered. No no, not yet. This was too quick. So I
changed tactics again quickly.

I began feeling his wilting dick with my gentle glove. "I'm sorry. Am I
hurting you. Don't cry my sweetheart. There there. Doesn't that feel better?
Oh yes. You seem to like that. Now don't get too excited or I'm going to have
to beat you up."

My eager show of affection reinvigorated the blood flow to his boy rocket. And
my dreamboat plaything seemed to enjoy the gentle persuasion. But love is war.
And the fighting began again. I released his cock and punched him in the face
3 times. That look of dread returned. He tried to protect his face and then I
tagged him with a left right left right combo to his belly. The tears were
filling his eyes and his chin was quivering. He looked like he was going to
break down and cry any moment. The excitement of his breaking point enflamed
my passions. My arousal heightened. My panties dampened. My patience
evaporated. I needed to be worshipped and adored. And I needed to sit on his
face soon or I was going to explode. I stepped back and threw a left to the
stomach a right to the face a left to his nose and a right to his belly. Non
stop. Every direction. Every one was landing cleanly and demonstrating my
power and dominance over him. I began to speak as I ripped a right uppercut to
his chin.

"Oh yes. You look like you're going to cry. Are you going to cry. Are you
going to cry because I'm beating you up. Oh my God, you're crying. Go on have
a good cry. Here, this should help."

Another punch right on the nose and the sissy boy covered his face and started
crying like a baby. Oh what sweet music. My elation skyrocketed. My cunt was
excited because she dominated the boy with the jealous cock. Her girl won and
she was ready to collect her prize. My pride soared. I was so proud of myself.
I beat up a boy and made him cry like a baby begging me for mercy.

"Oh God you're crying like a baby. I just beat you up and now I plan on
humiliating you big time. You deserve it don't you? You want some more? Maybe
I should hit you again and really give you something to cry about."

And that's exactly what I did. It was gratuitous and unnecessary. But it sure
was fun. I punched my sissy bitch in the stomach. I rotated my fist all around
and then removed it and reared back and buried it in his heaving belly even
harder. He folded up like an accordion and grabbed his aching tummy. He sat
down on the floor crying and gasping for air. I knocked the wind out of him
bigtime. I just stood over him and smiled as I watched him crying and trying
to get back to just being able to breathe. It took him about a minute and a
half just to get his breathing under control. I used the opportunity to
explain the facts of life.

"I told you that I was going to beat you up and make you cry. Now you're
sitting on my floor in pain and agony and struggling to breathe. Your crying
is sweet music to me. When you get your breath back, you are going to
apologize to me and beg me for mercy. You will apologize for not being man
enough to act on your attraction to me. You worship the ground that I walk on.
Now you're going to worship me! You will beg me for mercy on your pathetic
soul. You will beg to kiss me where I pee. You will beg to kiss and lick and
worship my cunt. That same cunt that you're not man enough to ever be welcomed
inside. You were hoping to get a mercy fuck or maybe hoping that I would rape
you. Maybe next time I will rape you. Maybe you would like me to fuck you in
the ass with a strap on. You're not a man. You're just a little sissy boy. I
beat you up and am humiliating you. You thought you were going to get laid
only to discover that you are only good enough to eat me out. Maybe I will let
you jerk yourself off. Or maybe I will just kick you in the balls until they
no longer function. I see that you aren't going to suffocate, so beg me. Show
me what a sissy crybaby cunt licking bitch you really are and will always be.
Haha haha!"

I delighted in sticking my bare foot in his face and gently pushing him back
until he was lying below me. I straddled his head and grabbed the sides of my
panties. He was apologizing and begging and pleading for the honor of
worshipping me. Even though I further humiliated him by telling him that he
wasn't man enough to have me, his cock was hard and at the ready in case of
emergency. His eyes were transfixed on my sopping wet panties dying to see the
beautiful vagina hiding behind them. He was going to be temporarily
disappointed. I'm 100% Greek American. My pubic hair is thick and has never
met a razor. He was about to be treated to the sight of the thick dark
triangle of Aphrodite's daughter. He wouldn't actually see my cunt except for
that brief moment when it's descending right before he would be tasting it. I
couldn't wait any longer. I slowly and seductively lowered my panties
revealing my hairy cunt for his viewing pleasure. I gave him a good long look
before I lowered my burning bush onto his face. His eyes about jumped out of
his head. And then I felt it. His tongue. He kissed me. He French kissed me.
He was kissing and licking my cunt. He was lapping up my sexual nectar as fast
as I could produce it. I grabbed him by the hair and face fucked him. I cunted
him! I ground my boiling honey pot all over his lips, mouth, and nose. I think
I fucked his chin too. It felt soooooo good! This was way better than
fingering myself. I fucked his face for all I was worth. I could feel it
building. My face scrunched up, my toes curled, and I screamed. "Oh my God!
You're gonna make me cum. My burning little cunt is gonna cum on your face.
I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Oh God, oh God, OH GOD! I'M CUUUUMMING!" I came.
I had my very first orgasm and it was magnificent. I wanted to have another. I
thanked him and told him that I just had my first orgasm. And he better make
me have another. Donny apologized and informed me that he got so turned on
that he just came all over himself while I was cumming in his mouth. I slapped
him in the face for his indiscretion. I backed up a little and slapped him
again and again and again. I belittled him and humiliated him and before long
he was crying again. I know I told him that I wouldn't give him the
satisfaction of being inside of me. But that was just talk. Girl talk. Between
you and me, I'm glad that he came all over himself. I was bound and determined
to lose my virginity. More accurately, he was bound. I was determined. And I
didn't need any sissy crybaby having an accident before I got him fully in. So
I continued slapping the crying sissy boy with the erect object. He wasn't
going to object. I threatened to punch him just before my sopping wet bush
tackled his magic wand. He was so hard that it was pointing straight up. I
didn't even need to use my hand. My cunt found her target and enveloped it. It
felt so big but it was just the tip. But she wasn't giving up. She wasn't
backing off. She slowly pressed into Donny until he was fully embedded inside.
He filled me literally and figuratively. My head was on cloud nine. My cunt
was on a mission. She wanted to explode and drown her adversary. She wanted to
control him taking her pleasure when and how she chose. As I bounced up and
down on my partner and victim, I continued to slap him. He was crying and
begging for mercy again. He was experiencing mind blowing pleasure and pain. I
was in ecstasy. I felt that cyclone forming and gaining strength. I fucked and
raped my dreamboat plaything faster and faster. I stopped slapping him and
bent forward and kissed him. I aggressively began kissing him as I was fucking
him into an orgasm which was greater than either of us or both of us together.
My toes curled and I screamed when I could no longer prevent it. It ran over
both of us like a tornado. We came in unison and melted into a sweaty pile of
flesh. Donny wasn't crying anymore. After a brief moment of tenderness after
our successful maiden voyage, I reminded him that he made a mess. I scooted
forward and he did his level best to clean me up. By mid afternoon I was
spotless!

Now Donny is my boyfriend and my slave. Isn't life grand?