Tiffany Fallon takes a walk with her boyfriend

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Voluptuous and vivacious Tiffany Fallon, Miss December 2004 and Playboy Playmate of they Year 2005, has a boyfriend problem. And her boyfriend has a van.

Tiffany Fallon had a strategy and she made it work; she decided to be Playmate of the Year and she campaigned hard for the job. She even managed to avoid Hefner’s bedroom because he was too busy with the TV show, the Girls Next Door, and his pretend girlfriends: Holly Madison, Kendra Wilkinson, Bridget Marquardt. Tiffany mentioned the PMOY crown in every interview she did and she mentioned it every time she was around Hefner.  Holly Madison encouraged the idea because, since Tiffany was older than most Playmates, Hefner would have less interest in her.

Now Tiffany was at the Viceroy Hotel in Santa Monica at a news conference to announce her video centerfold as 2005 Playmate of the Year. 

She looked exquisite dressed in a teal blue dress with a halter top that displayed her full firm round breasts.  Her soft shoulders and most of her creamy chest were exposed. It gathered tightly at the waist to highlight her wide hips and plump derriere.  Her lips were bright red and pouty but right now she was nervously nibbling at her bottom lip and scanning the audience for trouble. Like a deer tensing at the lion’s approach, Tiffany was alert and watching for one familiar face.  With not a small amount of dread and trepidation she was on the lookout for her ex-boyfriend Greg. 

Greg was a good looking, well built guy, kind of shy actually; but once he got aroused he turned into a completely uncontrollable animal.  And Tiffany Fallon always kept him aroused.  But on their last date he assaulted her in the women's room of one of the most exclusive restaurants in Hollywood; she had a half dozen fantastic climaxes and a dozen mammoth hickies and bruises all over her neck and shoulders. The next day Playboy demanded she dump him.  She was living at the mansion now and had changed her cell number but somehow he managed to call her a few days ago. 

“I wanna fuck you.” His cruel snarl always sent a chill of excitement up her spine.

“Greg baby, Hef will hit the roof if he finds out. Let’s wait until after the Playmate of the Year party then we’ll go away for awhile and fuck ourselves silly.”

“I wanna fuck you,” he repeated bluntly then rang off.

That familiar chill had gone down her spine when she heard his voice; she was definitely afraid to face his wrath, but a familiar tingling started up between her legs and her nipples had immediately become erect.  So she decided to meet him here at the press conference; with a lot of handlers and security around she felt pretty safe, but even now as she sat on the stage during the event and listened to the droning speeches all she could think about were his strong hands gripping her arms as she struggled underneath him and the explosion of his months of pent-up frustration as his cock roared furiously inside her. 

As the event came to an end she scanned the room one more time.  He wasn’t there.  Tiffany’s brow furrowed sexily as her confused emotions overwhelmed her; on the one hand she was relieved; on the other hand, she still had this itch in her pussy that only he could scratch. 

The reporters and audience were leaving the ballroom and the Playboy personnel were gathered in little circles talking and exchanging greetings.  Tiffany was alone for a moment standing in front of a giant display of the cover of her video centerfold. Suddenly she felt a firm hand grip her shoulder and draw her behind the panel. 

There he was.  He had a hangdog expression on his face but his fingers were digging into the toned muscles of her shoulder. 

“Hi, Greg,” Tiffany managed to stutter nervously.  She realized no one could see them here. 

“Hi, Tif,” he muttered, barely looking up from the floor. “You looked good out there.” 

“Um, Greg, I’ve got to get back to my friends.  Maybe this is not a good time to talk.” But even as she spoke she felt herself melting towards him. 

“I thought we’d go for a ride.”  He still had not loosened his firm hold on her.  Tiffany felt them moving slowly towards an exit. Already she moved as if in a trance.  Her peril barely registered when he pushed the bar on the exit door and pulled her along. 

In a matter of seconds they were outside.  Tiffany gasped and froze when she saw his van parked right there.  She’d been in that van before she knew that she’d really be in for it if he got her in there now. She tried to twist her shoulder to turn away but he held tight. 

"Greg, baby, it's really good to see you; why don't we go back inside for a drink?" 

"You look nice," he said still gripping her arm.  She watched his eyes as they stayed glued to her chest. She shivered under his gaze; his concentrated focus on her body always gave her pleasure and she could see the passion boiling inside his skull.  He looked dangerous, sexy and dangerous. 

Without her brain telling them to it, her lips parted and her tongue darted out. Her muscles tensed while they surrendered to his power; slowly but forcefully he pulled her into his orbit. Her mouth found his and his tongue dove in, running franticly over her teeth and twirling almost to the back of her throat.  He put his firm hands on her waist as they kissed and Tiffany almost swooned in his arms; she bent her head back, her black hair becoming undone as it slid down her shoulders. She followed his gaze as he looked down her dress at her firmly packed breasts. 

A familiar stirring tickled her thighs and she could feel him getting aroused.  Breaking the kiss and tossing away her reverie with a shake of her thick mane of black hair she tried to push his arms off her hips. "It's good to see you Greg; maybe I can introduce you to the magazine people?" Greg ignored her words and kept moving her towards the van.  With each step forward he took she stepped back. 

“Greg,” she pleaded as he backed her towards his vehicle, “I need to get back.  I can’t go with you now; look, we’ll talk later.  I’m real busy right now.  They’re probably looking for me now.” 

But she heard the sharp metallic snap of the back door of the van opening; it sounded like the gates of doom.  “I really missed you, Tif,” he mumbled softly. She trembled as he squeezed her plump hips and effortlessly lifted her up and hoisted her into the back of the van.  Her legs fluttered, little kicks beating the empty air, like a dancer in a ballet. He held her captive in the air, indifferent to her reaction but coldly watching her eyes. She held her breath, suspended in air, her mind racing over all the ways Greg could hurt her; she thought about his massive cock throbbing inside her and she moistened her lips delicately. His thick fingers squeezed her hips possessively and she let out a tiny yelp of surprise. His arms extended like steel bands and she floated deeper into the maw of the van.

By now her heart was pounding thinking about what she was in for.  He only used the van for one thing and she knew that she was really going to get it now.  Something deep and primal stirred inside her as images of the many times he ravaged her here already filled her brain. 

Her feet finally touched the floor of the van and he released his grip; now fear and excitement crashed through her.  She was trapped.  She scrambled over the bare mattresses he had on the floor and crouched in the corner with her arms protectively covering her breasts and thighs. Her eyes were dark pools glistening in the dim light of the van. Her black hair was already wild and disheveled. Little beads of anxious perspiration gleamed on her face and across her delicious chest. 

He gazed into the van, contemplating Tiffany’s beauty; his fists opened and closed slowly as he licked his lips. “I wanna fuck you,” he growled in a deliberate menacing drawl. Tiffany want to regain some of her control and she marshalled enough courage to tease him. “I wanna fuck you,” she repeated, trying to imitate his slow growl. His burning glare immediately silenced her; she gulped and whispered softly, Oh Greg baby.”

He slowly climbed in and slammed the door behind him.  The loud noise echoed in their ears as they looked at each other. 

“Greg, please,” Tiffany begged as he lumbered towards her. 

“I really missed you, Tif,” he said slowly opening and closing his massive hands. His cold eyes burned her flesh as he greedily scanned over her body, “I miss balling you.” 

Tiffany bit her lower lip and trembled, trying to hold in her terror so Greg wouldn’t see it. The walls of the van oppressed her like she was a princess shackled to the wall. “I gotta ball you,” Greg said flatly but it hit her with a thud. She could feel the long thick steel shaft pulsing into her and she could hear herself screaming in blissful agony. She had to surrender.

“OK, listen -- Just let me get this dress off; don’t rip the...”  Suddenly he grabbed one strap of the halter and pulled it.  Her right breast flew out but she used one hand to hold the fabric up as she ran to get away from him. 

Now they circled around dim interior of the van, never taking their eyes off each other. Except for snatching out at the dress Greg’s moves were all in slow motion.  Tiffany watched him closely as she backed away, trying to keep out of arms reach. This was a dance they’ve done before.  They both could hear Tiffany’s heart pounding and her quick breathing; she took rapid, nervous steps, struggling to stay up on her spiked heels as they slipped on the metal floor.  In contrast he was silent and deliberate, focused and patient; he moved around like a hulking predator. He had a slight smile on his face now enjoying the chase; he too could recall other encounters in this van with Tiffany, the way she kicked on the metal floor, the way her pleading screams reverberated in the small space. Coiled, ready to pounce, his body tingled with self-confidence; the roar of blood and lust to his cock gave him a warm feeling of satisfied entitlement. He could be patient now, knowing she wasn’t going anywhere. 

They both knew exactly where this was going; Tiffany licked her lips even as her eyes widened with panic.  She could already imagine the silk being torn off her body and she quivered with anticipation. She was sweating heavily now and she could sense a familiar animal musk from him.  She kept moving away as she saw his eyes seeming to gobble up her flesh as he got more aroused. 

He feigned a leap to the left and she jumped back in response tripping over a mattress.  He moved fast to catch her and bent with her to lower her onto the floor. 

Tiffany kicked so hard that one shoe flew off, bouncing on the roof and then dropping to the floor. It hit the metal surface with a dull thud. Even though she knew she was caught her hands scratched out at him but he grabbed her wrists and held her arms over her head. 

Tiffany’s hair was totally disheveled and shimmering locks flew across his face as she twisted her head back and forth.  The skirt rode up her thighs as she kicked and bucked, thrusting her hips up and down in an effort to squirm away.  One nipple was already out and the other was barely covered. 

Taking his time Greg stretched his body along side of hers.  He kept a secure grasp on her wrists and pressed his loins into her writhing body.  She was kicking and twisting against him, knowing this would only get him more worked up. 

Greg managed to get both her wrists under one of his hands.  The other went to the top of the dress and all it took was one sharp yank to pull the whole thing off.  The silk tore away from her struggling body with a shrieking slash as the shreds flew over his shoulders. 

Tiffany was shaking. She knew that if she screamed she would have help in a matter of seconds yet she clamped her mouth shut, pressing her lips so tightly that they were white.  Her eyes goggled as she saw the lust twisting Greg's face into a vengeful smirk. Yet she also sensed that she needed to be quiet.  The pounding of her heart and her low desperate moaning mixing with the soft sounds of her struggle drilled into his brain.  He glared at her nipples pointing straight up at him. Still holding her hands over her head he grabbed one of her breasts and chomped down on the top of it swallowing as much as he could; immediately his tongue began to beat the erect nipple. 

Tiffany pushed her chest into him and shook even more; his teeth were digging into her flesh as he sucked her up into his mouth.  He shook uncontrollably too as he tried to control his animal rage. She sensed he was past the point of restraint and all she could do now was deal with it. She crossed her legs and locked her ankles protectively. 

He was working over both breasts now, sucking one then the other brutally. Each nipple was now red and glowing with pain and his saliva. Greg looked down her torso; he could barely see her shaved pussy because her legs were so tightly locked. He snorted almost in disgust at her puny effort and went back to work on her tender breasts.

While he was assaulting her chest he threw one of his legs over hers and pushed his foot between her ankles. Their legs wrestled together in the eerie silence filling the van; they struggled but the beautiful girl was slowly yielding.  Greg looked down at her with a sneer as she pleaded with her eyes.  Even as he unlocked her legs with his foot he was using his other hand to get his pants open. 

Greg’s leg was now pushing hers apart. She felt her own legs spreading as he used his as a lever. His pants were around his knees His cock was in his hand like a weapon, a steel girder pointing at her.  He brusquely shoved her legs wider apart and now he was kneeling between her legs as they kicked up and down on the mattress. 

Tiffany let out a small peep as he pressed the tip of his thick monster on the lips of her swollen pussy. He released her hand and covered her mouth, hissing at her. "Just be quiet!  You know what you‘re getting." 

The lovely captive’s hands flew to his chest and she grabbed his shoulders to push him off, digging her nails into his muscles.  The struggle was useless though.  He ignored the pain and held her mouth and covered it with his. 

Greg’s tongue pried open her warm and delicious lips and slid inside; this violation made her sob but then she felt her own tongue being sucked into him. At the same time his chest was squashing her breasts and his cock was poised over her pussy as her lips parted and he felt her juices slathering its tip. 

Loosing all control, Tiffany’s hips thrust up and engulfed that rock hard tip. Greg’s eyes widened in surprise and he lifted his head and looked down at his cock now jammed into her surrendering body.  He grinned viciously and chuckled. 

“I guess you missed me too baby.” With that he plunged forward with a solid and cruel thrust. The cock smashed in like a battering ram and split her apart.  Her dark hair flew up as her head bounced back.  Her pelvis pressed into his.  Her mouth was open wide and she let out a long husky groan.  He pistoned in and out of her like a juggernaut and then sneered again.  She was now totally in his power. His wide hips spread her apart and his whole body slammed into her with each thrust. She was already sore but she felt a warm glow begin to radiate over her; each of her nerve endings was reaching down to coil around his thick hard shaft as it pulled and pushed the sides of her tight sheath. Her legs shot straight in the air and her hands fell back above her head in a sign of surrender.  Each plunge pushed a sharp yelp out of her and he pressed hand over her mouth again.  She bit down and drew blood on his palm but he ignored her. 

The glow inside her was beginning to burn red hot; it seemed to be sparked by the heat at the very tip of his cock.  Each time he pulled back he drew more of her resistance out, pulled more of her consciousness out, leaving behind nothing but the lust for more of his cock inside her. Each pounding thrust into her was like a hammer on a anvil shooting sparks as the red hot tip rammed in deeper and deeper each time. Her first orgasm was a flash of red and a skull piercing shriek into the rough hand covering her mouth. Now each hammer blow elevated the ecstasy another notch.  Just when she thought she could go no higher he would plunge in again, setting off more painful bliss.

She was running her feet up and down his legs causing a tickling sensation that urged him on.  She felt a bolt of his orgasm burst into her and she shot her legs up and crashed her feet down onto his pumping ass.  She still had on one shoe and the high heel dug deep into his flesh.

He pulled out abruptly and picked her up like a rag doll. She had no mind now and was frantic to get that cock back inside her; she moaned and babbled meaninglessly. He flipped her over in his arms and dropped her down on all fours. 

Tiffany felt his hands on the back of her neck as he bent her over. She put her hands out just in time to stop herself from toppling onto the floor. He grabbed the right cheek of her ass, his nails cutting into her soft flesh. 

She stiffened with fear dreading his pounding cock in her ass; she snapped out of her sensual haze and squirmed to escape. "Greg, please don't! Don't hurt me!" she pleaded softly. 

Ignoring her, he grabbed his cock slick with her juices and, with one hand parting her thighs, and pressed the tip against her warm flesh. She moaned quietly at this and put up a small fight but he only grabbed her around the waist to hold her steady. In this position his cock slid between her cheeks and he felt her wetness of her pussy drenching his shaft in warmth. He slipped easily into her and grunted his approval. She was swimming in lust and when he entered her she felt a flush of heat that made it difficult to stand. He held her steady and righted her. She may as well have been a puppet, defenseless against his control. His cock rammed through her pussy lips and deep into her. She found herself breathing in rhythm with his drilling and her mind quickly slipped back into a dizzy state of lust; again each thrust of his steel shaft was a hammer sending another spike of orgasmic pleasure down her spine. Even if he were to release her now she knew she could only beg to be captured again. She gave herself to him, letting go of even a pretense of struggle and instead let herself be molded and bent to his wants. 

She was bent over, hands and elbows trying to keep her face from being mashed into the mattress as he held her steady with one hand on her shoulder. He made no noise but deep growls and the huffing of his breath. 

Bending over her, he began biting her neck like a hungry animal. He had long ago lost control and had reverted to his most bestial temper. She was in agony and quivering with ecstasy. Teeth marks appeared on her soft skin as he gobbled her neck. Meanwhile his hand had snaked beneath her to search her clitoris. He found it, clamping it between his index finger and thumb he took total possession of her, body and soul. She shivered as she realized she was his slave now and found herself wailing through gritted teeth, shocked to hear such a sound coming from her body. She began to squeal and sob, lost in the moment. His hot breath filled her ear, and he licked her neck roughly. All she could hear was his breath and the grunts that emanated from deep inside him. All she could feel was his body possessing hers, torturing her, driving her further towards a climax that would fill her entirely. All she could think of was each orgasm as, in series of white hot flashes, each filled her body, building towards the brutal finale she knew was coming. 

He was rough with her and even rougher with her engorged clit. He tugged it mercilessly. His fingers stroked it too roughly to be any sign of love or tenderness. She could only grit her teeth in response. She had no will to fight. All that came from her were unintelligible words and moans. 

Then, without a word or a warning, he came violently. A fireball charged down his rod and plunged into the swirling juices of her pussy like a meteor in a lake. Then another bolt shot in, then another; in rapid succession each load filled her up, turning her insides white hot. His grunts turned into a loud yell that made her rigid. Tiffany had heard him yell before but this was a bellow that seemed to contain the months of frustration and longing for her. She started to cry as her heart melted for this suffering beast and as her body melted into the hot seed pouring into her.

Tiffany was blind with lust seeing only the fireworks of his cock blasting into her.  The pleasure overwhelmed her and she longed to hold him. In one final explosion her climax shook her and rattled her like a toy; she had nothing left except the hot juices flooding out of her and mingling with his seed. He was collapsing on top of her, pushing her flat on to the mattress. He thrust in with one more load and groaned as his cheek rested on the back of her neck.  She wriggled out from under him and began to cover his face with kisses.

“Oh, Greg sweetheart, I’ve missed you so much.  I need you so bad.” She cooed and murmured, knowing she had to calm him down or she would really be sorry in a few minutes.

They both breathed heavily now. Tiffany was only half conscious of what she was doing as she looked around the room for her dress. It was nothing but useless shreds.  She couldn’t leave the van.  Now panic was mingling with the aftershock of her climax. His lids were half closed and suddenly his eyes locked on her; he stirred the way a monster does when it sees its prey. Tiffany realized it was too late as he grabbed her arm and pinned her down as he lifted himself up.

“No, Greg, please, no more baby; that was so good – let’s go home. To your place. I’ll…”

He was flipping her face down and pushed his hand on the back of her neck. She felt the tip of the burning spear of his cock rubbing into the crack of her ass.  Her arms were useless in the struggle and she just pounded the mattress in protest. Her legs kicked as much as they could as he straddled her hips. 

“Fuck,” he grunted as he used all his weight to smash into her ass. She felt the cock fill her body; it seemed to reach up into her stomach and rip her insides out.  He did not pump yet.  Instead he used his massive hands to squeeze her hips together as he pressed down with his pelvis, the whole time growling like a lion with its kill. The pressure of twenty pounds of throbbing dick deep inside her combined with the savage strength of his thighs squeezing against hers with earth crushing weight; ecstasy swirled in her agonized body. She groaned into the impossible pressure. Tiffany could feel the shaft vibrating with power inside her. Suddenly he jerked on her hair and he started to ride her like a wild mare. She yelped and howled as he drilled in, each thrust increasing in intensity. Her body formed a glove around his cock; she had just one purpose: to tighten herself around that impaling rod until it exploded.

The climax that had ebbed earlier was back now as a vengeful god as it gripped her skull and twisted down her spine and spiraled around the painful steel in her body.  He tore into her without mercy, now filling her with his hot juices in salvo after salvo but still he pounded down on her.  Then with one final tug on her hair he bent her back far enough so he could plunge his tongue into her mouth.  As he tickled the back of her groaning throat he came again, a long solid mass flowing into her, filling her up.  The melting bulk of his seed met the fireball of her orgasm and she burst into a quivering, whimpering mass of sexual existence; all that was left of her was her urge to have him come again.  Like the sunset out over the ocean they came together in a burst of light, and like that same sunset the lights between them became one and slowly faded.

They lay entangled on the mattress for a long while, their breathing deep and heavy at first slowly evolving into a soft panting. They could hear people on the sidewalk outside the van but they didn’t care.  Tiffany couldn’t move if she wanted to.  Greg roused himself and snorted as he looked at her spent body. He bent down and gently kissed her inflamed bottom.  This tender gesture opened up a floodgate of tears; Tiffany wailed and sobbed up all the delicious agony and bliss he had fucked out of her; her tears flowed and she murmured like a appreciative child and he lifted her up and rocked her in his arms.

“Oh Greg, oh baby, I missed you.”

“I better get you home,” he muttered. Tiffany went rigid as he lay her out on the mattress and stumbled into his pants and lumbered up to the driver’s seat.  She knew what “getting her home” meant.  They would drive to his house and he would carry her through the garage in the back door.  As soon as they got indoors, in the first room, in the kitchen, he would drop her down and start fucking her from room to room. All night. She moaned and licked her lips as the motion of the speeding van lulled her to sleep. 

 


Submitted: February 15, 2020

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Spyguy

Obviously she found his passion empowering in a helpless sort of way!

Sat, February 22nd, 2020 9:06am

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