A Sample of Serenades

“Come on, Silly! Why are you acting so shy?” Sonata giggled, merrily pulling her date along by his wrist.

There were any number of reasons why Anon was acting shy, not the least of which being what he and the turquoise siren were wearing. His plan on going out in a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt were dashed as soon as she’d shown up at his door with an outfit for him - one which she’d purchased just for the occasion. Put on the back foot, unable to turn her down, he’d reluctantly donned his newfound getup and seen her out.

Peeking down at himself, he scrunched his nose. Clad in not but an exquisitely tight and short pair of shorts, a vest, and boots, all made of black leather, he looked like some slatternly parody of a biker, but it wasn’t all bad - sure, he may have felt like a tramp in the attire, though he wasn’t the only one showing off some skin. As he lifted his head and peered over at the towering woman before him, the bulge at his groin grew increasingly prominent.

Blissfully ignorant or possibly uncaring about the spectacle she was causing, cheerfully humming to herself and dragging him down the sidewalk, Sonata was a sight to behold. The studded, black leather of her jacket, thong, bra, and stilettos contrasted wonderfully with her colorful hide - a hide she showed off without the slightest bit of concern. Watching her nearly bare ass sway from side to side, transfixed by the sight, he took some solace that she could and more than likely would get more attention than himself.

Moving down a set of stairs sat against a nondescript building, Sonata slowed to a halt by a beaten, somewhat ominous metal door. “Jack!” she shouted, lowering herself to squint through a peephole. “It’s me, Sonata! I’m here with my date!”

Anon felt his face go flushed, as he tore his eyes off her backside and gazed down at the concrete floor. It was one thing to be paraded about while dressed up like a leather fetishist, but it was quite another to have the woman openly profess that they were an item - not in a bad way, but because the absolutely massive swell within her panties would tell anyone she was hung like a horse. Keeping his fingers crossed that they wouldn’t make a scene, yet curious to exactly where she’d taken him, he heard a number of locks on the door turn.

“Sonata, just in time,” a gruff, burly stump of a man grunted, stepping out to greet them. “I just cleared the joint out for you! She’s all yours until morning - just lock up after you’re done for the night.”

Without saying another word, acting remarkably amiable toward her, he extended his arm and dropped a set of keys into her awaiting palm. Anon wasn’t sure what was more surprising - the fact that the guy seemed to know the happy-go-lucky giantess or that he was completely unconcerned about what either of them was wearing. Turning his head and seeing the man ascent the stairs, he was abruptly dragged into the establishment.

“Well,” Sonata began, nearly wrenching his arm out of its socket, “what do you think?”

Only barely managing to stay standing, Anon straightened up and surveyed his surroundings. He’d never been one for the night life, preferring to relax at home with a small number of friends, but he instantly recognized where he’d found himself. The dim lighting, faint smell of cigarette smoke, and cool air paired perfectly with the pool tables, worn wooden floors, and the classic rock playing from a jukebox in the corner. As if the salacious outfits hadn’t been jarring enough, he’d been brought to an honest to goodness dive bar.

“It’s - uh -” he sputtered, trying and failing to think of something to say. “It’s nice.”

Releasing the man’s hand, Sonata locked the door behind him and trotted over to the bar. “I mean, I guess it’s ok. Personally, I would have rather brought you to that mexican place that just opened up in the mall.”

Her admission compounded his mounting confusion. “Wait - if you wanted to bring me somewhere different, why did we come here?”

Looking in his direction as she walked behind the bar, her cheeks darkening ever so slightly, she swiftly shifted her focus to a row of bottles arrayed in front of a large, grimy mirror. “Do you want something to drink? We’ve got - um…” she hummed, scanning the dizzying array of hard liquors. “Oh! They’ve got whisky! Whisky is a drink for super cool badasses!”

Making his way over to her, he seated himself on a stool while she filled two shot glasses with the amber booze. The situation didn’t make a lick of sense for a number of reasons; for starters, as far as he knew, Sonata wasn’t a drinker - secondly, she was completely out of her element. Having slid one of the tiny glasses over to him, she lifted her drink.

Hesitantly lifting his shot, unsure of what was going on, he pursed his lips. “Sonata, I -”

“Cheers!” she bleated, clinking his glass and knocking back the generous pour of whisky. Unfortunately for her, as soon as she swallowed the hooch, she slammed her empty shot down and started violently coughing. “What - Hack - what makes people like this?!? It tastes awful!”

Following suit, Anon hissed when the liquid slid down his gullet. “Beats me. I’d rather have some punch or a milkshake!”

Her eyes went alight and a smile graced her lips for a fleeting moment, before she glowered and shook her head. “Those are for pussies! You’re not a pussy, are you?”

“No?” he questioningly replied, growing increasingly perplexed by her bizarre behavior.

“Good, because I got something special for you,” she giggled. Standing at her full height, her waist level with the bar, she pulled her thong aside and allowed her flaccid cock to flop out before him. “Maybe you’d like a stiff drink…I…I mean, it’s not stiff yet, but you can make it stiff if you play with it a little…”

Her fumbling delivery of what could have been a legitimately hot come-on was only saved by the enormity of her package. Even though she was almost exclusively a bottom, the sight of her cerulean length and plump, meaty balls caused his mouth to water. As he subconsciously leaned across the bar, drawn by her displayed endowment, he shook his head, cleared his thoughts, and reared back in his seat.

“Sonata, why are we here? If you wanted to get mexican, we could have…” he fell silent, as she grabbed the base of her semi-rigid length and started stroking herself off.

“Yeah, I know how much you want it,” she tittered, her shaft swelling in her grasp. “Don’t pretend like I can’t hear how loud you are with Aria. How about you give it a little kiss…”

While he’d never been topped by Sonata, he wouldn’t deny that he’d thought about what it would be like to get rutted by her. Drawn by the siren’s song of the big, meaty horse cock inches from his face, he leaned forward, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to the blunt tip of her mammoth member - that was before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Pulling away in a flash, he forced himself to scowl up at her face.

He couldn’t fully explain it, but being around the amazonesses made it hard for him to think. The mountainous women were sexy as heck, enchanting to be with, and it was a struggle not to get aroused merely by being near them. In an all too literal sense, their very presence was enough to fog his mind with lust. As he lifted a finger and steeled himself to press her for some answers, she presented him with a small vial of opalescent liquid.

“Almost forgot this!” she chirped, nonchalantly popping the top and pressing the bottle to his lips.

Maintaining his frown, he obediently chugged the cool, slick liquid from the flask. Having her shamelessly whip her dick out and ask for some service was a pretty good giveaway of where her intentions lie, but the inclusion of the magical elixir left little room for doubt - she intended to be on the giving end of things for a change. As badly as he wanted answers from her, puzzled as to why she was acting out of character, the prospect of getting frisky was too good to pass up.

Smiling to herself, Sonata chucked the emptied vial over her shoulder and strutted around the bar and over to him. Her typically sunny disposition clashed violently with her attire and suddenly domineering attitude, tinging his bewilderment with excitement. Turning to face her, he was gently taken by the hand and pulled from the stool.

Sonata peered over at him, as she guided him over to the closest pool table. “Do you know how to play?”

With his eyes glued to her gently bobbing, fully erect length, he absentmindedly nodded. “Y…yeah.”

“Perfect,” she responded, her voice regaining its signature chipper tone. “I’ll get us the cues, you rack the balls.”

As she relaxed her grip and skipped away, Anon thoughtlessly pulled a rack from beneath the table and began arranging the balls. It was only then, bent over and placing the little spheres within the triangular frame, that a startling revelation struck him; the whole evening, ever since she’d shown up to his room, he’d obediently done everything she’d asked.

She hadn’t forced him to wear the lewd outfit, yet he’d donned it anyway. He hadn’t pressed her for details about the bar or how she knew the owner, accepting it as a fact and even sharing a drink with her. And now he was preparing for a game of pool while she sauntered around with her dick hanging out. The entire situation felt off, especially her odd behavior, and he was going to get to the bottom of it - or so he thought.

With his chest pressed to the table, having to stand on his tiptoes to get the balls into place, he yelped when something smacked his ass. As his head whipped around, an innocent giggle sailed to his ears. Having the bar to themselves, since his date had apparently pulled a few strings, there was only one person who could have startled him.

“I gotta say, I can see why Aria likes this so much,” Sonata purred, kneading his backside.

Rocking back into her hand, Anon gnawed his bottom lip. Having spent copious time being impaled by Aria and Sonata, he’d developed quite a penchant for being plowed like a bitch in heat. Something about being controlled, literally having the cum fucked out of him the titanic women, really got him fired up. Bending at the waist, she pressed her tits to his back and brought her mouth to his ear.

“You like that, don’t you?” she breathed, slipping her hand into his shorts to caress his pucker.

With his blush returning with a vengeance, he nodded. “Mmmhmm…”

“Well if you want it,” she sighed, straightening up and withdrawing her arm, “you’re gonna need to work for it, Slut.”

Taking two steps back, she placed her hands on her hips and flexed her groin. He scrambled to right himself, shoving himself off the table and instantly falling to his knees before her, as his comparably meager manhood throbbed against its leather confines. Whatever had gotten into her, he was liking it - not just because it was a delightful change of pace, but because he’d secretly longed to experience everything she had to offer.

Situated directly in front of her, with her behemoth stallionhood twitching just above his head, he reverently reached up, wrapped his fingers around her shaft, and angled her length toward his face. Even if the door wasn’t locked, he’d be hard pressed not to venerate her equipment. Shuffling forward, pressing his nose to the folds of flesh between her dick and her weighty, fat nuts, he drew a deep breath through his nose and shuddered.

All the sirens were an experience in and of themselves, yet Sonata was by far the most feminine of the three. Not only was she softer and more curvy than her companions, but she smelled absolutely heavenly. Flooding his sinuses with the ambrosial scent of her loins, he slowly leaned back, brought his mouth to the head of her cock, and reached behind himself.

As he sank two fingers into his ass, teasing his hyper-sensitized prostate, he wrapped his lips around the tip of her length. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that his manhood took a backseat while wrangling with any of the sirens - unless that’s what they wanted, of course. Bobbing his head and swiftly filling his mouth, working the underside of her shaft with his tongue, he gradually lost himself to his desires.

Had someone told him he’d eventually become a cum-hungry whore for she-studs, he would have laughed in their face, but that’s exactly what he’d turned into. While it was true that he enjoyed pounding an ass or getting sucked off as the next guy, some latent part of himself reveled in the loss of control the sirens afforded him. No matter what position he was in, whether he was stuffing a hole or being bred, he rarely ever got to hold the wheel.

Though he’d closed his eyes to savor her, leaning on his sense of taste and smell to guide himself, the sensation of fingers through his hair caused him to peek upward. With one arm behind her back, having shrugged off her jacket, Sonata undid her bra and allowed the undergarment to fall from her chest - unfortunately, he was only able to appreciate the view for a heartbeat. As her hand worked to the base of his skull, he found himself being rather forcibly pulled to her groin.

“There ya go,” she cooed, steadily driving her length to the back of his throat and down his gullet, “just like that…”

His lungs spasmed, his heart quaked, and his eyes started to water, as his throat stretched around the plunging behemoth. Even Aria was usually nice enough to give him some sort of warning before swabbing his throat, yet Sonata had plugged his airway without a care in the world. Stunned and thrilled with the unexpected turn, he steeled himself, grabbed her hips, and drove his face forward.

Though he may not have understood what had compelled her to be so forceful, he wasn’t about to half-ass the job of getting her off. As his nose pressed to her groin, squarely on her neatly trimmed, heart-shaped tuft of pubic hair, he freed the base of her cock and began swabbing his throat with her shaft. His aching jaw and bulging neck, struggling to handle the girthy root of her stallionhood, did nothing to quell his growing urge to earn her thick seed.

Sonata seemed happy enough with his efforts, bucking her hips and lightly fucking his face, as her smile broadened. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you want me to pick you up and breed you on this pool table.”

His motions faltered, as her statement cut through the morass of his passion. A blowjob was one thing, but was she really feeling feisty enough to plow him? Pressing his hands to her thighs and pushing himself back, freeing the pre-cum and saliva slickened length from his maw, we weakly coughed. Fuck it - while it may have been bad form to stop a blowjob so abruptly, he wasn’t about to stop her from fucking his brains out.

“Does my little bitch want that?” she mused, slapping her dick against his cheek.

“Y…yeah,” he croaked.

Nodding to the table at his back, she smirked. “If that’s the case, get up and bend over for me.”

Scrambling to his feet, wriggling out of his shorts in the process, Anon wheeled around and braced his legs. If she was going to fuck half as hard as he thought she would, he was going to need a darn good grip to hold himself steady. As he held onto the table and swung his hips from side to side, doing his darnedest to tempt her, he glanced over his shoulder.

Getting into position behind him, holding her cock with one hand and his hip with the other, she chuckled to herself. “Such a needy little whore…”

As that final word left her lips, she shuffled forward and plunged into his ass. The intense sensation of being filled by something so massive was impossible to describe, pushing the limits of his comprehension, yet he’d grown to love it. It was all he could do to stifle a whimper and roll his hips back, yearning to feel every thick, vascular inch of her monstrous stallionhood.

Releasing her tool, she held his hips and fell into a lazy rhythm of fucking him. Each thrust was deeper than the last, gradually rearranging his insides with her incredibly huge length, as she contentedly sighed. Being comparably endowed to her companions, her member being nearly as big as his forearm, would have been good enough to get her off, yet she wasn’t just hung - no, she knew exactly how to use it.

“Hands,” she commanded, her motions slowing.

Throwing his arms back, leaving himself balanced on his chest, he unquestioningly obliged her request. He’d anticipated she’d want to hold hands with him, maybe tinge the exchange with a touch of affection, but he’d been wrong - dead wrong. Seizing both his wrists in one hand, effectively immobilizing him, she leaned forward, grabbed his leg, and set to screwing him with renewed vigor.

With her hips impacting his backside, he lurched forward with each unstoppable thrust. The drumbeat of their colliding bodies filled the air, punctuated by his groans and whimpers of delight, as she straightened up and lifted his leg from the ground. Only able to peer down his chest and watch his manhood wildly flopping about, slinging pre-cum onto the floor and pool table, his eyes rolled.

“You gonna cum for me, Slut?” she growled.

Try as he might to answer, feeling himself inching closer and closer to his limit, an incoherent, blissful mewl was all he could manage. What in the world had gotten into her?! The biggest, most gentle of the three amazonesses had become an absolute beast, ruthlessly screwing him like he was a cheap date - well for the most part. With his thighs trembling and the imprint of her tool visible within his belly, her vehemence withered.

“Um - Anon?” she asked, bringing his enjoyment to a swift end. “Do you like when I talk dirty? It seems kinda mean, so I wanted to -”

“Yesh!” he slurred, saliva dangling from his chin. “Break me! Make me your bitch!!!”

Hearing his hasty, shameless reply, her eyes widened ever so slightly, but her shock didn’t last for long. As a wolfish smirk graced her ordinarily blithe features, a switch was flipped within her. Like a sex-crazed barbarian, she rutted him like it was the last day of either of their lives. Either she was enjoying the rather enthusiastic fuck-fest as much as he was or she was a really, really good actor.

Hanging his head, his tongue lolled from his mouth, he watched the absolute mayhem she was causing to his abdomen. The elixir they supplied him with was some remarkable stuff, letting the she-studs use and abuse him as hard as they liked, and he wouldn’t have been able to endure their ministrations without it. Reduced to little more than a living, breathing cock-sleeve, he greedily clenched his hole with her backstrokes.

Aside from the fantastic feeling of being screwed by someone so huge, the spectacle of being so completely filled was remarkable. The tip of her length came to the very base of his rib cage, nearly tickling his lungs, while her hefty nuts slapped against his coin purse - for fuck’s sake, he could even make out the outline of several prominent veins and her medial ring through his strained belly! Thrashing against her, nearly driven mad with desire, he teetered on the brink.

“Go - Nnnph - ahead,” she snarled above him. “Cum all over the floor like the sissy you are!”

Her cruel command was too much to bear, casting him past the brink and into the rapturous nothingness of oblivion. Without so much as having touched himself, cum spurted from his flailing, semi-erect prick. While it was far from the first time he’d had a hands-free climax, receiving them regularly from Adagio and Aria, this one felt special. The harsh treatment of the once loving siren juxtaposed against her usually gleeful self was jarring to say the least, yet that made the experience all the more enjoyable.

As what little strength he had fled from his body, softly groaning and doing his best to milk her pistoning shaft, his blissful stupor was sundered when he realized just how hard her stallionhood was throbbing. With its tip steadily expanding to nearly double its usual size, scraping his depths and testing the limits of the potion’s effects, her length pulsed in tune with her thundering heart; there was no doubt about it, she wasn’t going to last much longer. Licking his lips and twisting his head, only barely able to gaze at her face, he filled his lungs and gave voice to his desires.

“Breed me!” he moaned, quivering with anticipation. “Fill me up and make me yours!”

Though her jaw was set and eyes clamped shut, quite possibly struggling to stave off the inevitable, his cry didn’t fall on deaf ears. The moment she looked down at his face, seeing just how badly he wanted it, she gave one final, relentless thrust, hilted the entirety of her colossal length within him, and brayed to the heavens. Her sonorous howl cut through the air, as her balls snuggled to her groin and unleashed their fertile load.

Anon’s mouth hung open in a silent scream, his mind went blank, and he was stricken by a second, completely spontaneous orgasm, while his guts were filled. It was as if a dam had burst within him, pints of thick, seething seed surging through his bowels. Unable to focus, overwhelmed by the extraordinary sensation of being claimed by such a wondrous creature, he couldn’t see the full effects of the siren’s deposit - having said that, he sure as heck felt it.

Pint upon pint of baby-batter flowed into him, causing his gut to distend and hang beneath him. It wasn’t like he’d ever tried to calculate exactly how productive any of the sirens were, but his best guess was that each was able to disgorge at least a gallon of cum per climax. Debilitated by an unimaginable amount of pleasure, hampered by the growing weight of her virile jizz, his leg gave out and he crashed to the floor.

As he fell and unceremoniously unsheathed himself from her still gushing dick, he was coated from head to toe in her spunk. He could barely think, let alone move, but that wasn’t a concern - heck, the only thing his mind could focus on was that he’d experienced what Sonata was really capable of. Resting in a heap on the pool of rapidly cooling cum, heaving air into his chest, he languidly watched her stoop down and cock her head.

“I…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be so rough!” she stammered, the spell of her savagery having evaporated in an instant.

Shakily propping himself on one arm, grinning like an absolute fool, he gazed up at her. “I…it’s - Cough - it’s fine. You didn’t hear me complaining ~ did you?”

Her relieved smile was angelic, as she carefully slipped her arms under him and effortlessly plucked him from the floor. “Come on, there’s a shower in the back we can use,” she joyfully noted, trundling him off to the back of the establishment. “Once we get cleaned up, you want to get a milkshake somewhere?”

Having temporarily lost the ability to walk, and without a change of clean clothes, he apathetically shrugged. “You might have to carry me…”

“Sure!” she chirped, nuzzling her cheek against his sweat and jizz-slickened neck.

While he’d had a number of surprises that afternoon, some more shocking than others, he’d enjoyed himself all the same. Sonata was one heck of a catch, a genuinely good-hearted woman who never failed to make him smile, but he’d discovered how merciless she could be. With the euphoric afterglow settling over him, happy just to spend the rest of his evening with her, he only gave a moment’s thought to how his next date would go…