By: nikunj
Hi back again… This is my friend new story. I met him in London last week .his name was mike.
So let start… It all started a few weekends ago when I (mike) had been incredibly horny and my girlfriend was out of town. She wasn’t expected to be back for another two days and I needed some relief. She always wore really sexy panties and I loved the way they felt when she would grind up against my bare cock during foreplay.
Being as horny as I was I went to the dirty clothes hamper and found the pair of panties she was wearing the last night we had made love. I remembered how wet she was and how she had soaked through the delicate fabric. I brought them to my face to smell. I could still smell her sweet pussy and my cock was hard. I walked back over and laid on my bed the panties near my face and my hand on my cock. As I was stroking I brought the panties down and started stroking my cock with the silky fabric. I couldn’t believe how good it felt so I decided to put them on. I loved the way that they felt on my cock, so I pulled them up. I couldn’t believe how hard this made me. I pulled them up and felt the fabric slide up my ass. I must have looked really silly but it felt so good. I was incredibly hard and I was just thinking how hot it was to be wearing my girlfriend’s panties. I never had thought about it and I was harder than I have ever been. So there I am wearing her panties and stroking my cock. It felt so good the all of the sudden I saw a flash of light and I turned to see Megan standing with her digital camera in the doorway. In all of my enjoyment I must not have heard the door open. I was petrified to see her standing there. She just smiled a mischievous grin
“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asked “it sure looks like you are.”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to explain myself. I had been caught.
“Do you do this often, wearing my panties when I am not around?”
“Baby, I can explain. I was just really horny and I was thinking about you. You weren’t going to be around for two more days. I have never done this before but while I was smelling you and then I realized how turned on I was and was thinking about the other night. What are you doing home so early anyway?”
“I wanted to surprise you the trip was never going to be that long, but I guess that I was the one that got the surprise” she kind of smiled snapping a few more pictures.
“What are you going to do with those?” I asked
She didn’t say a word she just walked over to the bed snapping more photos. I started to pull the panties off.
“What do you think that you are doing?” she shouted I was shocked by her sudden aggression.
“I am getting out of these things.” I said.
“Keep them on!” she demanded and shot a few more pictures.
“I want you to keep stroking your cock with the panties on.”
I couldn’t believe how fast my cock hardened. I had never seen her like this before. She climbed on top of me and just sat there with her camera in hand snapping pictures of my panty-clad cock.
“Keep stroking” she said as she snapped away.
After a few minutes she got up and walked into the closet. When she came back out she had a few more things of hers. She returned with a garter belt and a pair of stockings and a bra.
“If you want to wear my panties you should also want to wear my other naughty things.”
“I only put them on because …”
“I don’t think you have a choice right now” she interrupted.
“Come over here and let me show you how to do it right”
Megan always was dressed nicely and today was not an exception. For work she always had to wear a skirt with pantyhose and high heels and a nice blouse. She always looked really sexy in that sexy business woman secretary sort of way. She wore stockings in the summer just to deal with the heat a little better. At this point, I was a little bit nervous because I couldn’t tell if she was mad or if she was just playing around but I didn’t want to find out if she was mad. I was also a little bit scared because if she was mad and she knew how turned on I was that I could be in a lot more trouble. I got up with my cock hanging over the panties.
“Put your cock away I don’t want to see it again until I tell you so.” she demanded
I pushed it into the panties and there was a huge tent.
“I told you that I don’t want to see it”
“What do you want me to do with it?” I asked
“You better find a way to make it less noticeable.”
I pulled the panties down a little bit and pushed my cock between my legs and pulled the panties back up.
“That is much better.” she said.
She showed me how to put the stockings and garter belt on. I must say that I didn’t really need to see it because of the many times I had watched her put her stockings on in the morning. I always found this so arousing. It was like having my own little show every morning before she went to work. I stood up from the side of the bed and she put the bra on me.
“Hmmm, you don’t really fill this out” and she went back into the closet and returned with a couple things that looked like chicken cutlets.
“I use these to fill up out of the dresses I had. These should work just fine” she said as she adjusted the bra.
She then pulled me over to the mirror. I was so incredibly turned on right now even though I looked completely ridiculous but I still didn’t know if she was mad and punishing me or if she was just playing around. She then pulled me into the closet and found some old high heel mules that my feet just barely fit into.
“Now that is perfect, why don’ you go back and start stroking your cock a little bit more.”
She said I was a little bit humiliated and it was very difficult to walk in the heels, but there was something that was incredibly hot about her control and power. As I walked over she had grabbed the camera again and began to shoot more pictures.
“How does that feel, panty boy?” she said “do you feel better to be dressed up completely?”
I didn’t know how to answer and was scared that either way I was doomed. So I just kept quiet.
“Now let me see that cock again. I want to see if you are enjoying yourself because you are so quiet and won’t answer”
I was mortified what was she going to do when she saw how turned on I was. It was actually hurting now because my cock was so hard and jammed down in these panties.
“I said show me your cock!” she demanded
I pulled it out and it sprung up. She gasped.
“So you are really enjoying this aren’t you?”
I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“I want you to walk around the room and give me a little show, panty boy.”
“I am not doing that, I don’t know what has gotten into you.”
“You don’t know what has gotten into me? You are not the one that came home to find her boyfriend wearing panties. If you know what is good for you will do it.”
She said forcefully. I didn’t question her because now I realized that she wasn’t happy. It was difficult to walk around in the heels and I am sure that it didn’t help that the shoes didn’t fit but I started with my show. I have never felt so stupid or humiliated in my life, but I continued for fear of what my punishment would be. As I was parading around she was snapping photos. I don’t know how many she took but I also didn’t know what she was going to do with them.
“Now come over here and show me how you stroke your cock, panty boy!” she said as she sat down in a chair.
I walked over to the bed and started stroking myself. It felt so good and I was so turned on that I forgot what was going on. I was in complete ecstasy and at this point I didn’t really care what she thought. I did realize the flashes but I guess I lost myself in thinking that I was being watched like a porn star. I could have come at any moment. I lay down on the bed. The feeling of the stockings against the sheets was incredible and my hands stroked harder. I closed my eyes. Soon, I heard her start to move and the flashes kept popping all around me now. I couldn’t believe how excited this was making me. It wasn’t long until I felt Megan crawl on top of me and she was straddling my chest. She was now taking pictures of my hands stroking my cock.
“Does that feel good panty boy? Does it feel good to stroke your cock with your panties, stockings, and high heels on? Does it make you feel sexy?” she said in a bitchy sort of way.
All I could do was moan. I closed my eyes and continued. It has never been this exciting or felt so good. I felt her move a little bit on the bed and the camera stopped flashing. I opened my eyes slightly and before my eyes focused she plunged her pussy on my face. She was sopping wet and she filled my mouth. She was riding my face. Pushing really hard. It was at this moment that I realized that she wasn’t mad at me but it was all an act. I was relieved and by this time she had started stroking my cock. It felt good to lick her stocking clad legs cradled my face as she raised and lowered her pussy on my tongue.
“Oh your tongue feels so good panty boy!” she exclaimed.
I lapped harder. She then stopped stroking my cock and took it all in her mouth. It felt so good to fill her mouth but by now I wanted more. I pushed her up and she spun around and I buried my cock into her warm hole. Our stocking clad legs rubbing against each other felt so erotic and a rush of pleasure flooded through me. I felt like I was going to explode and she knew it. She started bucking really hard on my cock and my cock exploded inside of her. It felt so amazing filling her up with my come. She pulled out as the come was still erupting from my cock. It exploded on her thighs and her stockings. My cum glistened on her stockings as she pulled off of me.
“Did that feel good, panty boy?” she asked as she was moving up to kiss me.
“How does it feel to look so slutty? Do you feel slutty?” she asked as she pinned me down.
“You came really quickly and I haven’t finished my little slutty panty boy.” she said as she brought her pussy to my face.
“If you are going to wear my panties, and want to be a little whore, you should learn how to swallow and clean up your mess.” she said as her pussy hovered just above my face. I could see my cum inside her wet opening starting to run out. She pushed her thighs so the cum on the stockings reached my face.
“Go ahead, clean up that sticky mess you made.” she demanded as she pulled my head into her.
I was very hesitant but didn’t really have much of a choice so I just started licking. My come flowed out of her and filled my mouth as she bucked her hips on my face. I was completely smothered by her essence. After a few minutes I was incredibly turned on and I didn’t mind that my cum was coming out of her mixed with her juices and dripping down my wanting throat. It wasn’t long until she was moaning loudly and bucking even harder. I could tell that she was about to come so I gave one good last flick of my tongue and she exploded. She let out a yell and I could feel more of her juices flow down my throat. She collapsed on top of me. I had never been so turned on in my life. Well he told me many more thing which r very tough to write down. But I will try to cont the story as soon as possible.
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Archive for February, 2008
Crossdressing
Friday, February 29th, 2008Abduction Auction
Thursday, February 28th, 2008 By: ISS
I had always been careful not to be conspicuous, but I always wore the
scantiest swimming suit of all the men in the pool or at the beach. Even at
the beaches of Chicago, most of the guys wore these boxer trunks which
reminded me of tennis shorts more than swimming suits. Since I was on the
swimming team, and since I did not care to buy an extra pair of trunks, I
always did have the smallest swimming suit–although sometimes people would
stare at me, I never paid much attention.
Recently, however, most guys have taken to wearing these nylon/lycra
trunks, so this summer I sent off to this place in California that sells
extremely scanty posing suits for bodybuilders. After they came in the mail,
I put them on under my clothes, and started off for my lunch hour at the
pool. I had done this a few times, and had felt very exposed while lying
under the sun with the girls nearby, but I never expected what happened next.
I had always listened to them talking about their boyfriends and other
assorted fraternity and sorority happenings, imagining myself as a part of
the activities. I never expected that I would actually become a part of
their frantic world. I often had to turn over and let my back get the sun in
order to hide my erection, and I had to take special care to wash my new
trunks in order to prevent staining.
Here is where it gets interesting. I was walking toward the pool when
this car pulls up and a bunch of girls start yelling “THAT’S HIM-GET HIM-
THAT’S THE ONE WE WANT-NOW!” Two big guys get out with knives, and about
three of these girls come with them, holding small guns in their hands.
“Get into the car,” they said, and I couldn’t argue, although I did look
for escape routes. I didn’t find any.
I was blindfolded and driven around for about one hour. I struggled
all the time, but only heard female voices saying things like “He’ll be a
good one, we’ll get a lot out of him!”
I was then led into a large room and strapped to a platform, and there
I was: my ankles and wrists tied, spread-eagled, and facing about 200 to
300 anxious co-eds. I had been abducted by a sorority. And the girls were
not only hot and ready, they, were in the mood for what they called fun.
The girl in charge took a microphone and said “Here we have a teacher.
Girls, we really have him!” [A loud cheer, like men at a strip show.]
“What am I given for his shoes?”
The shoes got $5. The socks $6. After each piece of clothing was
stripped form me, loud screams rang out from the crowd of nearly
uncontrolled women and girls. I suddenly realized that I was the prize in
a fund raiser! The shirt got $50. Then came the pants. The bidding was
competitive, and meanwhile I tried to escape. The bidding continued for
some time, and every few seconds she would prod me with a needle in order
to make me squirm more, and this had the result of raising the bidding,
screaming, and applause. The girls were frantic, but one finally came up
with the top bid. She got to cut off the pants, and I was left wearing
only my thin new posing suit.
Then a new wrinkle came into it, one I did not expect at all: “Who
would like to bid on the torture?” was the question. I saw electrodes, and
they were connected to my chest, thighs, and biceps. With each bid, the
money was collected and the voltage was increased. I jolted and throbbed
on the stage in front of 300 women.
Then a collar was put on me, an electric one. “What song shall we
make him dance to?” was the call. $4,000 was the winning bid, and I was
forced to throb and pulsate to the rhythms while the women in the audience
screamed and yelled. Each time the music gave a strong beat, I was given a
strong jolt, sometimes on my neck, sometimes on my stomach, sometimes on my
legs. BOOM, JOLT; BOOM BOOM, JOLT thighs; BOOM, BOOM, NECK STOMACH; and
so it went.
I was exhausted, but the electric shocks made me keep pulsating. Then
the shocks stopped, and I was given a rest. The sweat came from every part
of my body and began to cool. This caused me to shiver and my muscles
trembled. I almost cursed to hours I spent in the gym lifting weights. I
wanted to sleep, but as soon as I started to rest, another electric shock
would hit my abdominals.
The mistress of ceremonies then did something I didn’t expect: “WHO
WILL BID ON THE TRUNKS? THESE LITTLE BITS OF CLOTH? WHO WANTS TO SEE HIM
COMPLETELY NAKED? COMPLETELY!?”
The bidding was frantic, and I don’t remember the amount. But I was
soon naked in front of 300 women, who were screaming and shouting, and I
was throbbing to the rhythms of the rock station they hooked up to my
body.
“WHO GETS TO PLAY WITH HIS SHAFT?” was the next call. I had no rest
while the bidding went on, still vibrating to the rock music. One of the
women won, and she came to me. She slowly put her hand on my penis and
stroked the under-side of it. She tried every variation possible, and was
very slow. I was torn between a desire to escape and a desire to come.
Every time I was about to come, she would stop until my shame and
humiliation caused me to loose my erection. She put a cock ring on me, and
I found that I no longer lost it despite my embarrassment of being so
exposed and dominated in front of 300 women. She continued to play and,
after what seemed hours of her squeezing and stroking which caused more
muscle tensing on my part, I came. I was then put out into another room
and told that I could put my clothes on and continue with my business. Now
anytime I walk down a street and see some women coming the other way, I
remember that day.
Money can do anything
Wednesday, February 27th, 2008 By: Sameer
Hi this is Sameer once again. This is not mine story. This real incident has been send to me by one of my net friend and she has asked me to submit it to ISS. It is her true incident and she is from Canada. With the permission of her I am submitting this story.
From here it is in her words.
Once in the morning when I got up I was laying besides my hubby naked as we have done sex last night. I was thinking about last night. By thinking I got horny and wanted to get fucked. But I taught let him get up first. So I got up went to bathroom and done necessary thing and went to kitchen and done break fast. Then came to my bed room and saw Jim (my hubby) still in deep sleep. I went to him and told him to get up as it is already 10.00 am. He got up saying y I have not wake him before.
I said nothing but went to kiss him on lips. He stopped me and said we have to go to ur parent’s house. We will do it later. I was angry on him. I said break fast is ready on dining table. He leaved the bedroom and I cursed him. Then I went to bathroom and took a shower. Returned and wore a robe. As I returned Jim came in and directly went to bath room and closed the door. I was very horny and I knew he will take 40 or so minutes to come out. So I went to hall and started to finger my self. As I was fingering I heard the door bell.
I wore the robe properly and went to open the door. It was Bruke, Jim’s friend. He said y u r in this dress. I said I was going to get ready as we were going to my parents house. He asked me where is Bruke. I said he is taking in shower. I called him in and asked him to take a seat and ask him to wait for Jim. He said it will be nice to be in ur company till he comes. I said ok and sat. He asked me I have heard u was having some money problem and I have a plan for that. I asked him how u came to know. He said Jim have told him and he also said he tells him every thing. I said I can’t believe u. Then he said some of our personal thing. Then he said I think u believe me now, and asked me can I tell u that plan. I said ok tell me.
He started to say u r very hot and I get horny by looking at you. When u wear tight skiing touching clothes, when u wear tight jeans and when u wear small bikini on beach. I am embarrassed to say but I have many times masturbated thinking what would be like looking u naked. I was shocked and was thinking he is correct I wear skin tight clothes, I wear tight jeans and also I wear bikini, Jim does not have any problem then y should I. I told him u know I am ur friends wife. He said yaa I know but I only want to see ur breast and I will pay u 50 bucks for it. Many women’s go beyond that and I am only asking u to show me. I taught for some time and said ok. Then I removed my upper robe and my breast where hanging free. It was 36d in size. He started for some time then I said ok and wore robe properly.
Then he said I again have 50 bucks in my pocket and I can give u if u show me ur ass. I taught showing ass is not a big deal. So I turned and showed him my ass. He said wow it is fucking tight. After some time I wore the robe. Then he said I again have 50 bucks. I said now what u wants to see. He said ur pussy. I said u want to see my pussy only for 50 bucks. It is more personal and no one other then Jim has saw it. He said please only once. I don’t no what made me but I showed him my pussy and it was dripping wet. He was staring at it. After some time I wore the robe properly and asked him r u happy now.
He said very happy but now my dick is hurting. I want to jerk it off Can I he asked. I said ok. He said he want me to see. I said no. He pleaded, so I taught of my self what is wrong to see. So I said ok. I asked him where u will shoot ur kum. He said give me some paper tissue. So I went to kitchen and brought them. His cock was in his hand and he was jerking it. I was not so big. He said please can u jerk me off; I will give u again 50 bucks for this. I said no way. He said u r a nurse and u do with patient. I said I wash them not jerk them. He said u mean they don’t get hard when u wash them. I said they would not be in that state of mind. He said but I am in that state of mind and it is because of u.
I taught what is wrong to jerk. So I went to him and touched his cock. Then took it in my hand and started to jerk. Suddenly I kneeled down and said this one is for free saying this I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck. After some time he made me lie and he entered in my pussy and started to fuck me. After some time he removed his cock from my cunt and shooted all his cum on my belly. Then again he came near my mouth and gave it in my mouth make me taste his cum. He got hard on in my mouth. I taught only female can have multiple orgasm. He started to fuck my mouth after some time he came in my neck and on my breast. As he finished my hubby called me and said I need u. I said wait for some time. Then I asked Bruke to leave, the after he left I went to bath room and cleaned my self. But I have forgotten to collect my bucks.
Next time I met him and took my money. At night while I would be horny I would think about him as he has fucked me when my hubby was in other room and this will make me hornier.
I will never let him fuck again at least nor when my hubby is present.
As u knows any one can contact me on my id sameerfor_u2009@rediffmail.com or sameerfor_u2009@yahoo.co.in.
Helpful neighbor
Tuesday, February 26th, 2008 By: Egmo Winfield
I had just finished my work and was on my way home. It was seven in the evening and since I had little food to eat in the afternoon I was rushing home to have an early dinner. I live in a flat in Singapore alone and had to take the lift to the eighth floor to get to my apartment. While waiting for the lift, a young woman entered the lobby and both our eyes met and I greeted her with a warm smile which she returned pleasantly. She was carrying three heavy bags of provision stuff and was barely struggling to carry the bags into the lift. As a good Samaritan I extended my help to ease her heavy laden bags to which she thanked me.
Her anatomy is god’s gift. She was perfectly developed at the right places with a breast man would fall for. Her hips were not too big and not too small. She is about 5′ 6″ in height. As for myself, I am not too dark 70kg with a muscular body as I worked out in the Gym occasionally.
She pressed the sixth floor button and I pressed the eighth floor button. While the lift was ascending, she asked me if I could help her carry the bags to her apartment as she has already strained her shoulder carrying the bags. Being the good neighbor, I agreed and when the door opened I helped her carry the bags to her apartment. She invited me in and initially I rejected as I was hungry and was looking forward to have an early dinner. She profusely pleaded to join her for a cup of tea. I accepted as I did not want to create a scene standing outside her apartment.
She set her bags in the kitchen and turned towards me and asked if I wanted Indian tea or Chinese tea. I told her that I will settle for Indian tea. She then placed a pot over the stove and heated the water to make some tea. Once she has done that she came to the hall and told me that she was going to change as she was perspiring all over and was wet in sweat. Five minutes later she came with a midi-skirt (an attire that resembles a nightie but short to the knee level). It was sky blue in color and thin. It revealed her inner thigh and her voluptuous breast. She apparently was not wearing any bra but had a light colored panty on. As she walked by me to the kitchen, she gave a sheepish smile which I returned with more sheepishness. As she was standing in the kitchen I could see her buttocks sway as she was stirring the spoon in the tea mugs. She came over to where I was sitting and sat in the sofa opposite me.
She passed me the cup of tea and I thanked her for it. She returned a smile and said “I should be thanking you for your help”. She began the conversation by asking me for my name. I told her, “Egmo and Yours??” to which she replied “Sheila”. As it was a warm evening, she got up to turn on the standing fan which was behind me. She returned to her seat passing me on my right side. As she was passing me she lost her balance and fell on to me on the sofa. Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately the tea mug I was holding tipped over me and spilled half the cup of tea on my white shirt and pants. She immediately got up and put both her hands into her mouth biting on her nails and looking shocked and worried. She almost cried out a soft sorry. I told her “that’s alright as it was not on purpose”. Having a half cup of hot tea on my shirt and pants, I jumped up as I felt the burning sensation. As it was starting to burn I slowly started to unbutton my shirt. She offered to help me with my buttons and I was hurrying to unbutton my belt buckle and jeans. She immediately ran to the kitchen and brought a wet cloth to clean me up. She started to wipe my chest and my abdomen and the sensation of her soft tender hands touching my body aroused my penis. I now stood in the middle of the hall with only my underpants. She kept repeating the word “SORRY” and ran through my body cleaning with a wet cloth. While cleaning me up she was bending down to reach my stomach area and with her low neckline I could visibly see her full firm breast bobbing up and down as she moved her hands up and down cleaning my body. The sight of her voluptuous breast gave an added advantage to get a hard-on. She noticed that I had an erection and did not say a word. She came to the my cock area and slowly ran the wet cloth over my tea stained under wear. As she was sponging the spilled tea she slowly pressed on my underwear so that it would pull down. All these while I stood motionless and allowed her to do the cleaning. I could sense her heavy breathing as she was bend towards my thigh and the hot air out of her nostrils were passing my thighs and all of sudden she dropped the cloth she was holding to clean me up and started to pull my underwear down. It was at me knee level and in a flash of second she had my throbbing cock in her mouth. Dazed and spellbound I raise my arms to her hair and held her head and synchronized her movement but pulling her head in and out of the hard and rigid cock. Her movement was not too fast or too slow. However, the excitement was more than enough for me to cum. I thought of pulling her head away as I did not want to come inside her mouth but she held on to my buttocks with both her hands forced me to cum inside her mouth. After she has sucked a load of my cum she got up and sheepishly said “this taste better then the tea”.
She held my arm and dragged me to her bedroom. By now the excitement was more than I had dreamed. My flaccid cock was hanging loosely. She immediately removed her dress and her panties. She came near to me and trusted her breast with her firm nipples into my mouth. Being hungry for lust I took the pleasures of divine bosom into my mouth burying my head into both the voluptuous breast. As I was sucking her breast she was fondling my hanging half hardened cock. The excitement further brought me to the next level of excitement and my 7″ cock was hard as rock again. She led me to her bed and lied down facing up with both her legs spread apart. I though she might want me to eat her pussy but when I went near her with my mouth she immediately pulled me up and said she wanted me to fuck her. I obliged and slowly moved up to her vagina and placed my hard cock near it. She pulled it gently and inserted into the well of happiness. My cock slid into her wet pussy with much effort. There was a slight discomfort as her pussy was indeed very tight. I slowly fucked her and while doing so she came five times before I came inside of her. I was no longer hungry for food but hungry for sex that night. I stayed in her apartment till close to midnight and fucked her five more times till both of us were exhausted.
I continued seeing her for a six months period. She had to relocate as her husband had moved to another country and I have missed her since then. We still do keep in touch occasionally via email.
I could be contacted via my email at egmowinfield@yahoo.com if you ladies would like to have a similar experience.
Massive sex
Monday, February 25th, 2008 By: dinesh
We live just outside of Preston and we had been married for 10 yrs, Ann my wife and I have always been happy in and out of bed. About two yrs or so ago my mother in law Ann step mother started showing interest in me and started asking questions like do you spend lots of time in bed making love etc.
Then about a month ago my father in law said that Jean in a silly way fancied me and that they have talked about what it would be like to have sex together, I was shocked but a little turned on, I said that sounds great and left it at that. Two weeks ago Tom my father in law said would I like to call round one afternoon while Ann was at work and have a little fun.
I called round on Tuesday afternoon and there was Tom and Jean we had a cup of tea then Tom said that he wanted to stay and watch what was going on, I said fine then Tom told me to stand up in front of them and to undress, I took off my shirt then my pants and by this time I had a hard on it was great I looked at Jean and she was blushing, I pulled own my shorts and stood in front of them as they looked at my dick. Jean told me to sit down on the chair and to start wanking myself but not to cum.
Tom then got up came over to me and started to wank me a little in front of Jean, he asked Jean did she like it and thankfully she did. He told her to stand up and then started to undress her, Jean is about 5ft 8in slim and blonde and in my opinion attractive, he took of her top and bra and started to play with her tits her nipples were hard and I could tell she was enjoying herself, but as yet I couldn’t hutch, he then took of her skirt and told her to sit on the chair opposite me he then pulled her knickers off and told her to open her legs to I could see her cunt, she didn’t have much hair around her so I could easily see her lips, Tom started to play with her a little and to open her cunt up so I could see right inside, Jean by this time hadn’t said a word she moans a little and by the look on her face was very excited, would you like to suck her tits said Tom and in a flash I was there, she tasted just right after about 5 minute Tom told me to start licking her Jean gave another little moan and I started to lick her lovely wet cunt we both enjoyed it, all the time Tom was telling me to put my tongue in deeper.
I then stood up in front of Jean and Tom told her to suck my dick she did and she very good she started to lick around my ball and I could see pre cun juice cunning out of my dick I thought at first she was going to wipe it off but she didn’t and sucked it up, I said any more of this and I was about to cum, so we stood up and went to the bedroom we lay on the bed I lifted her legs so far up they nearly went round her neck and started to push my dick into her wet cunt she loved it, after a few moments I pulled my dick out and told her to suck it, it was shinny and wet from her cunt juices, by this time she did as we said without question, before pushing it back up her I started to lick her cunt again it was that wet I thought she had peed herself while I licked her she did cum, I looked across the bedroom and there was Tom stripped off and ready for action he came on to the bed and started to play and kiss Jeans tits then went down on her licking her cunt I could see Jean was in the throws on another cum it was great.
Tom then started to shag her so I put my dick into her mouth so she could suck on it, then Tom told me to lay on my back and for Jean to straddle me my dick slid into her cunt it was fantastic, Tom was kneeling at the back of us and I knew he was feeling her arse hole he ask her could he push a finger up her arse and the first words I heard her say was a mumbled yes I could see Jeans face tested up as he pushed his finger up her arse then I could feel him tutching and feeling first around my balls then around my arse it was different but nice. Jean then said it’s Tom’s turn and Tom lay on his back and Jean sat on top of him face upward I could see Toms dick going right inside Jeans cunt she asked me to play or lick her as Tom was shagging her I felt all around them Jeans clit and Toms dick I started to lick at her clit witch sent her wild as I was doing that by accident or not Toms dick kept coming out and he told me to put it back up her on the third or fourth occasion just before I was pushing it back Jean asked me to suck it for him it was wet and very hard I didn’t see any harm in it so I started to suck on Toms dick I could taste Jeans cunt as well as Toms dick it was a real turn on.
It was Tom’s turn to do the same to me, Jean on her back and Tom’s head on her tummy so I would push my dick up her cunt a few time then let Tom suck on it. I was by this time ready to cum and I wanted to cum in Jeans mouth and she agreed I laid by there side while Tom started to shag her again and before long he started to cum, then to my surprise she knelt over me and told me to start and lick her cunt I could feel Tom slowly wanking me so Jean basically sat on my face and told me to lick her at first I could only taste her but after a while I could taste Toms spunk it was hot and salty and a lot of it Jean kept rubbing her cunt over my face until there was nothing left, I then knelt up and put my dick in jeans mouth and told her to suck it wasn’t long before I started to cum I kept my dick in her mouth all the time until ever drop was spent. Tom then came across to Jean and started to kiss so her so her also could also taste my cum.
Although we have never really talked about it we all know we all had a good time It is difficult for Jean and I in a since to be alone, but some time when we stay over Tom will come into the bathroom while I’m in the shower and play with me a little it is very nice and on one occasion Jean while Ann was making breakfast came into my bedroom and wanked me off.
I hope that SOON we will all get together again and have some fun.
Watching girlfriend being others
Sunday, February 24th, 2008 By: Rojan
“Come on in,” Ann said. “It doesn’t look like anyone is here.”
“Whacha mean? I thought ya said ya lifted alones.” I heard her quest say with a very southern drawl. I thought it sounded a lot like the local bouncer at the place, one of the few guys “Whacha gots ta drink. Days always close downs da bar ‘for I gets enough ta get loaded. Won’t let me drink whiltz I quarden da door an kicks us out when it closes,” he complained.
“I have a couple of Curz left. Looks like someone was here and drank up most of the beer,” Ann said from behind the refrigerator door. “Let me check up here and see if they found my stash of Jack,” she said.
I’d been out of town for six days fighting a forest fire near Flagstaff. I got in around 7 pm and drove by Ann’s house to see if she was home. I thought it would be a nice surprise since I wasn’t expected to get off the fire for at least another week. Her Mustang was gone so I didn’t even stop. I drove down to the stables below her house to see if she was messing around with her horses. She wasn’t there either. When I backed up to turn around, I slipped into the ditch along side the road. It had rained some and I got stuck up to the rear axles. I didn’t feel like digging out and decided to crash at Ann’s house for the night. We had been seeing each other for a month or so and I knew she would be glad to see me.
I walked up to her place and went in. She never locked her doors since there were always people coming and going. I went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Coors and drank it straight down. It had been a long dry spell since I left. It’s hard to find beer in fire camp so the cold brew really hit the spot. I drank a couple more. I thought about going out but was too tired and the buzz from the beer was making me sleepy. I decided to lay down and wait for Ann to get home.
As usual, her bedroom was a mess. The room was so small and cluttered that there wasn’t space enough to throw my boots and cloths on the floor without getting them on her stuff. Since they were dirty, I kicked them into the closet that was about three feet from the end of her crumpled bed. I crawled into bed and fell right to sleep. I didn’t steer a muscle until I heard her and her friend come in the house. I looked at the bedside clock and it was 2:45 am. Looks like she had closed the bars down and brought back some company.
“You want some JD Lou?” Ann said after discovering that she still had a half bottle of Jack Daniels on the top shelf behind the boxes of stale cereal. Hearing the name, I knew I was right about her guest. Lou was the bouncer at the bar we hung out at. He was a big black man that had a reputation as a real bad-ass if you crossed him or got too rowdy in the bar. I’d seen him throw out a couple of cowboys so I knew he could live up to his reputation.
“Ya, dat sounds good. Hands over da bottle,” Lou said. I started to get up and join them when Lou said to Ann, “Plant da sweet ass rights cheer in my lap and tells me the rest of the fan’s you halves ‘bout fucken black duddz.”
“You know what they say about black guys?” Ann began. “I have never been fucked by one and have always wondered if it’s true about how big their cock’s are and how hard they screw,” she continued. “Since my boyfriend is out of town, I decided to hang around till closing time to see if you would be interested in fulfilling my fantasy and let me finds out if it’s really true or not.”
Right then I had a decision to make. I could either go out front and confront them before this went any further or – hide in the closet and find out just how far it would go. Well, Lou is a big guy – I don’t know how he would react to me interfering with his obvious interest in fucking some white meat. I was also curious to see if Ann would really carry out her plan. We were not engaged or anything, but it was understood that we were seeing each other exclusively. Given the choices, I slid from the bed and opened the sliding cloth entrance to her closet. There wasn’t much room, but by moving some stuff around, I had a comfortable spot in the far corner. I opened the curtains just enough to have a clear view of her bed. By moving over a little more, I could also see them at her kitchen table.
Ann had handed the bottle of Jack to Lou and sat down on his lap. After a giant swig from the bottle, Lou screwed the top back on and put it on the floor. Since Ann was only 5’4″ and Lou stood well over 6’, she was literally engulfed in his lap. He pulled her head around to face his and leaned down giving her an open-mouthed kiss that took her by surprise. I could tell she decided to go for it. After hesitantly letting him kiss her, she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing back with just as much vigor. While still kissing, she stood up and repositioned herself on his lap by putting her legs on both sides of his hips, in a face to face position. She pulled herself deep into his lap and threw her head back as he held her from falling. This exposed her breast and Lou didn’t waste any time moving from her mouth to her tits. He started biting her boobs through her blouse and bra. He still had one hand behind her back, holding her snug in his lap, but with the other hand he started pulling her shirt-tail out of her jeans and working on the buttons. She straightened up and pulled her shirt the rest of the way off. Lou then pushed up on her bra until her left tit was exposed. He took as much of her 36D’s in his mouth as he could while he flipped the bra latch at her back. Ann took the bra and threw it on the floor while she stood on her toes bring her tits up to his mouth. Lou was ready for her. He held her close to his mouth and began sucking and biting her tits.
Neither of them said anything. There was a lot of moaning and wet slurps as his mouth let go of one tit and started on the other. Even from where I was, I could see that Ann was getting excited and her nipples were jutting out of each of her large brown aureoles. She must have also felt his bulge increase in his pants because she started rubbing her hand as hard as she could on the lump in his pants.
“Takes it e’zy gurl. It’s not goin’ anywhere,” Lou said as he moved back from her tits and grabbed her hand that was pawing at his cock through his pants. “Get up a lets me take off these cloths,” he said.
“Sorry,” she said. “I just got excited and if that sausage in you pants is for real, I have just got to see it.”
“Oh, it’s far real,” he replied as he took off his pants. I was just about as surprised as Ann when he stepped out of his pants and boxers and exposed his monster cock to the open air. It had to be 12″ long and as big around as my arm. It did look just like a summer sausage. Although it was obvious that Lou was circumcised, the head of his cock wasn’t that much bigger around than the shaft.
Ann was entranced! “My god, it’s a monster. You can’t possibly fuck with that thing – you would split girls in half before you got it all the way in,” she gasp. She took a step to get closer to him and reached out to hold his giant dick. She took him in both hands and I could tell that her fingers couldn’t close all the way around it. “This is the most incredible thing I have ever seen,” she exclaimed. “i’ve just got to have it. I may not be able to take all of you, but i’ll take all I can.”
Lou sat back down in the chair and pulled Ann over to him. He pushed her down to her knees in front of him and moved her hands up to his cock. Lou said, “Stroke it. It’s not even hard yet.” He cupped Ann’s tits in both hands as she started to give him a hand-job. She was really getting in to it. Instead of just moving her hands up and down on his shaft, she raised up from her knees with each stroke so that her tits were bouncing as she pumped him. It was all Lou could do to hold on to them. Finally he let go of her tits and held her around the rib cage helping her move up and down as she pounded him. Her tits were flopping without any constraints, moving up and down on the inside of his thighs and over his balls. I could see the juice starting to flow from his dick, making it slicker for Ann to slide between her hands. Finally he held her down and took her hands off his cock.
“Yes ready to see if ya can take me?” he said as he grabbed Ann by the head and moved her over to the tip of his cock. I could tell he was excited and his statement sounded more like a command than a question.
“You’ve got to be kidding – I can’t suck that thing!” Ann protested. “i’ll give you a hand job and even let you fuck me, but please don’t make me eat you.”
“Alright, where ya wanna get fuckz,” he said.
I could tell Ann was getting a little scared and flustered. “In the pussy,” Ann said emphatically. “Where else do you think I’d want it?”
“I knows da silly,” Lou smiled. “its means, what room?”
They both laughed after that. That seemed to break the ice and Ann looked like she relaxed for the first time. “Get your black ass in the bedroom,” she laughed and swatted him on the butt as he turned around to see where she was pointing. “i’ve got to go to the bathroom and see if I can find some K-Y or something. I have a feeling that this is going to be a tight fit.”
As Lou headed for the bedroom, I quietly scooted over to the other side of the closet and found my position looking directly over the end of the bed. Now if no one looks in the closet or closes the curtain, i’ll have a ringside seat.
Ann came out of the bathroom. She had removed her pants and panties and stood completely naked in front of Lou who was resting on the bed. They had left the kitchen light on which was sufficient to make out everything happening in bed while keeping the closet in the shadows.
“Comear gurl. Lets me show you what ya been missen fucken round wid dem white boyz,’ Lou said as he pulled Ann down on the bed.
Ann crawled into bed, her big tits hanging down almost touching the rumpled sheets. “Lay down on your back,” she said. “I want to set down on that giant cock and see if it will fit.”
“Oh we’ll makes it fits, I jes don know how you will feel in da morning. Once ya had black you’ll never go back,” he said as he stretched out on his back letting his still erect cock slap up against his stomach.
Ann straddled him raising high on her knees to get the head of his cock positioned under her pussy. Her back was towards me and I could see that she wasn’t high enough to get it started and his dick was too hard to bend. She had to put one foot under her to get up high enough to let the head of his cock settle on the entrance to her cunt. She lowered herself on him very slowly. From the way her pussy was able to take him in must of meant she found some K-Y to lube herself up with.
While holding on to the shaft, Ann continued to lower herself on his cock. When it was in about halfway, she started moving up and down in a fucking motion. “Take it easy,” she pleaded. “I don’t know if I can take any more.”
She continued to move up and down as Lou started lifting his hips meeting her on the way down. They got into a pretty good rhythm. Ann leaned over his chest and let herself back down to her knees. At this angle, she was still only fucking about half of his cock, but was able to let it move in and out without any struggle.
Ann was moaning and pleading with Lou to be gentle. I raised up a little to get an even better view. I could tell from the amount of lubrication that Ann was getting wetter than the store bought lubricant provided. She was really starting to hump. The way she was stretched, it looked like she was being fucked by a horse.
“I can’t believe how good this feels. You are so tight in me that I can feel parts of my cunt being filled that I never felt before,” she moaned. “Who ever said size doesn’t matter was never fucked by you,” she joked as she continued to move easier and easier on his cock.
I could see that he was almost in. Lou must have known that he had to take his time for his partner to get accustomed to his equipment. About the time Ann was almost to his ball, Lou reached up and turned her over. He positioned her doggy style facing directly at me. She raised up on all fours letting her huge tits dangle over the bed.
I was looking straight into Ann’s face no more than five feet away. When Lou mounted her from behind, I could see her eyes roll back into her head. “Be easy – slow – move it around a little – that’s it – more – more – I can feel you pushing against my stomach from the insides,” Ann coached. “I don’t think I can take anymore – that’s enough.”
At that moment I looked away from Ann’s face and looked at Lou. All of a sudden he grabbed her by the waist, straightened up slightly, and gave a sudden shove forward. From the look on his face and the surprise in Ann’s, I knew he drove his cock in all the way.
Lou held still for a few seconds allowing Ann to get accustom to his huge dick buried all the way to the hilt in her pussy. I thought she would scream and fight to get away, but instead she reached around and found her pillows and put them under her chest keeping her ass sticking up in the air for easy access for Lou. She hugged her pillows, got a serious look on her face, and said, “Fuck me!”
I don’t think Lou had to be told what to do. He started slowly moving in and out. As Ann’s snatch stretched out and she got use to the pounding deep inside her, Lou picked up speed. He gave her a hard slap on the ass and started really fucking her. He never missed a stroke. After awhile, Ann started moving with him. She got back up on her hands, pushing her chest off the bed.
Her tits were bouncing and sweat was gleaming from her forehead. She started moaning as Lou continued to give her the fucking of her life. “Fuck me Lou. I’m feeling it now. Fuck me as hard as you want – I’m your bitch. Fuck me. Don’t stop – I’m starting to cum. Please don’t stop,” she moaned.
I had been stroking my own moderately sized cock every since they got into bed. I could feel my own orgasm starting to rise as Ann got more and more excited. Lou looked like he was on the verge of shooting his load to as he fucked out of control.
At about the time I was about to explode, Ann said something that I had never her say before. Ann froze and grabbed back at Lou to make him stop pumping when he was all the way inside her. When he had stopped, Ann said in perfect composure, “Lou honey, when I tell you to, I want you to stick you finger as far us my ass as you can. Will you do that for me sweetie?”
Lou only grunted and proceeded to fuck with abandonment. I could see that Ann was back into the thralls of pre-climax and knew she was on the edge. Just as I was about to shoot my load into a pile of dirty cloths, Ann screamed; “Now Lou, stick you finger in my ass while I cum all over your dick. Does it now – deeper – put it all the way in? Good, good – fuck, I’m cumming. Slow down – let me feel my orgasm. Hold me – I’m cuuumming now. Move your finger. Fuck me in the ass with your finger – ugh – fuck – fuck.”
Ann collapsed on the bed. I shot my load all over the place but managed to keep quiet. Finally Ann said, “FUCK. That was incredible.”
She finally remembered that Lou was still there and ready to get his rocks off. He turned her on her back and moves his giant body and equally giant cock up over her. He straddled her chest and began to move his cock between her tits. Ann put the pillows under her head to give her a better view and reached out to hold her tits together around the shaft of his cock. Lou continued to fuck her as he slowly moved up sticking his dick between her boobs, but inching the head closer and closer to her mouth. Ann resisted opening her mouth as his cock was now pushing directly against her lips. As she moved her head from side to side, Lou’s cock stabbed her under the nose, in her clinched mouth, and along her face. I could see from the look in his eyes that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Lou reached down and held Ann’s face still. He grabbed her jaw and said,”Opens up bich. Yes got yours and now is my turn. Open you mouth an i’ll be easy on ya – buts if you bite, i’ll smack you side da head.”
“No,” Ann pleaded. “Not now – let me at least clean the pussy juice off. Let me out of bed and i’ll suck you just as soon as I clean up.”
Lou wasn’t going for it. He put his hand over her nose and held it until Ann grasped for air. She opened up just a little, but Lou was ready and pushed his cock past her lips. “Opens ya mouth ‘for I smack ya,” he said showing her a raised open hand.
I guess I should have come to her rescue but didn’t. First, Lou would have probably killed me. Secondly, Ann got herself into this mess. If you play with fire, expect to get burned. I just sat there for now. I made up my mind that if he actually hit her or if she was in any imminent danger, I would attempt to come to her aid. In the meantime I would watch this play out.
“I can’t take that in my mouth,” Ann whimpered.
“Yes ya can – now open ya mouth,” Lou once again demanded.
Ann must have seen the futility of holding out and gradually opened her mouth. Lou rolled both of them over so he was on his back and she was on her hands and knees. He pushed her down to his cock as she moved to put her cunt directly in his face – in a perfect 69 position. Although I could no longer see Ann’s face, I watched as her head started bobbing up and down. I don’t know how much of Lou’s cock was in her mouth, but he started moving his hips in rhythm with Ann’s movements. I could hear slurping sounds coming from Ann and could hear her cough when Lou pushed up too hard. There was an occasional gagging sound until they got synchronized.
When Ann finally settled down to giving Lou what he wanted, he stuck a couple of finger in her pussy and moved them back and forth. At first Ann didn’t respond. But the more Lou stroked, the more Ann stopped fighting it and moved into his fingers. Lou then spread her pussy lips and started licking her from bottom to top. Each time he moved up to her clit, she would jump a little and then set down as hard as she could on his mouth. Gradually Ann started responding more to Lou’s mouth and lost her concentration on his dick. Lou seemed to be enjoying the effects he was having on Ann and didn’t seem to mind when she let go of his dick. She pushed back to get more pressure between his mouth and her pussy. She raised up a little to give him more access to her clitoris. I could tell she was nearing another orgasm by her rapid movements and the steady stream of moans coming from her. Just as she was cumming, Lou licked his middle finger and jabbed it all the way up her ass hole. Ann let out a scream and then collapsed as visible shivers passed through her body with each wave of the climax.
She didn’t have time to fully recover. Lou picked her up and threw her to the floor on the side of the bed. As he set on the edge of the bed he pulled her over between his legs, putting his cock between her lips. Ann didn’t resist this time and took in a portion of his dick. I could see her cheeks moving as she sucked on him. Lou let her find her own pace before he started humping back with each of her down-strokes.
“Dats good gurl. Suck me good. Its don wanna hurts ya, so keep doing what you doing,” he said as he leaned back on the bed.
Ann actually seemed to be doing all right considering the initial resistance. I could see his cock moving in and out at her own pace as she moved her head up and down. She even occasionally lowered him deeper into her mouth as she appeared to try giving him deep throat.
Lou started getting more and more excited. I don’t know how he had lasted so long. They had been fucking for over an hour and his cock continued to stay rock hard.
Finally he sat back up and grabbed for Ann’s tits that were swaying between his legs. He gave them a squeeze and played with her nipples for a few seconds. Then his hands went up to grasp Ann on both sides of her face. All of a sudden his head went back and he thrust his hips up and pulled Ann down on his cock. He crammed it deep into Ann’s throat and I could see she was terrified.
On the other hand, Lou was in ecstasy. “Das it, suck ma dick. Takes dis spunk down ya throat. Yea, here comes another load. Sucks it bich,” Lou shouted as he continued to hold Ann down deep on his cock. I could see Ann’s throat muscles involuntarily swallow as Lou shot his load down her. I thought she was about to pass out and started to get up when he let her go. Just as she was desperately pulling off his cock, he shot another load of cum in her mouth. She coughed and let about a cup of semen gush from her mouth as she finally freed herself from him. Her face was red and she sat on the floor hard trying to catch her breath.
As she was gasping for air, Lou got out of bed and started putting on his cloths. By the time Ann had regained most of her composure, Lou was fully dressed with his hand on the back door.
“Well, I guess I better be leaving now,” Lou said without a trace of an accent. “It’s been fun. I sure hope your fantasy about fuckinz a poor ol’ nigger came true,” he said, “but you better stick with your white trash cowboys. I don’t think you’re ready to move up into my league yet.”
“You bastard,” was all she could say. “Just wait until I tell all the people down at the club what a fake you are.”
“What makes you think they would believe a slut like you,” he said as he closed the door.
He had a point. I gathered up my cloths when Ann went in to take a shower. I walked back to my place as the sun was coming up. Maybe I didn’t know Ann as well as I thought I did – and anyway, she did have a giant dose of black.
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Friends love
Saturday, February 23rd, 2008 By: ajay
Susan and Heather had been best friends since the first day of high school. Four years later they crammed for finals as they had always done, late night study sessions that found one or the other sharing the same bed as it became too late to head home. A water main break at the school had given them an unexpected day off and both were more than happy to sleep in as everyone else in Heather’s family left for their respective schools and jobs.
Heather woke up first. She lightly rubbed her eyes as she watched her friend sleep. Susan’s nightshirt had crept above her waist and as she lay still, Heather fixed her eyes on the cotton print panties that Susan was wearing. They seemed to be a little tight and she could clearly make out the outline of her friends crotch. She wasn’t sure why she was getting a strange feeling looking at another girl. It was the same feeling she got just before she played with herself.
As she looked at Susan, she placed a hand in her own panties and started to massage her little bud. This had always brought her pleasure but this would be the first time she had done it when she wasn’t alone. As she circled her clit with her finger, she admired her friends body. Susan was very cute; short red hair, bright green eyes. Heather wondered if Susan ever played with herself like she was doing now. They had talked about lots of intimate things, but never that.
Soon an overwhelming urge came upon Heather to touch her friend on that special spot. Even though she didn’t know how Susan would react, she felt compelled to take the chance. Pretending to be asleep so she could claim it wasn’t intentional, Heather allowed her hand to come to rest on the mattress next to Susan’s crotch. After it had been there a minute without any adverse consequences, she allowed it to brush against her cotton panties. Little by little she became braver, sure that Susan wouldn’t wake up screaming or worse.
Susan had lay awake, one eyes barely opened, concealed by her hair. She watched as Heather with her hand in her panties had played with herself.
She was relieved to know that she wasn’t the only girl that did that, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. She found herself wishing Heather had actually lowered her pajamas before doing it so that she could’ve had a better view of what she was doing.
When Heather had suddenly stopped masturbating, Susan was afraid that maybe she had sensed that she was awake and Susan had closed her eyes tightly.
But when she felt Heather’s hand make contact between her legs, she knew that hadn’t been the case. A little shiver of excitement trickled through Susan’s body as that first touch was felt. That was the first time anyone had ever touched her there. She wasn’t expecting it from another girl, but right now that really didn’t matter. She was excited from watching Heather and that overcame any sense of wrong doing. Besides, she could just lay there and pretend to be asleep and see what happened.
Heather’s touch was very light and casual in the beginning. But as time went on and Susan didn’t awaken and protest, her touch got more aggressive and deliberate. She had already caused a wet spot to appear on Susan’s panties and now she was so excited that she didn’t care if Susan now woke up. Bravely, with one hand she lifted up the waistband of Susan’s panties and held them up while she slid the other hand beneath them. She brushed her hand over the soft, tiny patch of sprouting pubic hair and found her friends moist hole with one finger. After slightly inserting it, she commenced a circular motion around the girl’s clit with her thumb.
Susan was sure she couldn’t pretend to be asleep much longer. The tingles of electricity that she had felt now turned to bolts of electricity as Heather’s finger toyed at the entrance to her cunt. Slowly, instinctively, she began to rotate her hips in a circular motion in response to Heather’s continuing massage of her clit. Sensing that her pretending to be asleep now served no purpose except to diminish her enjoyment of this new experience, Susan opened her eyes, smiled at Heather and said softly, “Umm…that really feels good.”
“I’m glad you like it. I wasn’t sure you would. I don’t know why I started doing it, but I just wanted to.”
The Dream
Friday, February 22nd, 2008 By: ISS
She awoke at midnight again, the way she had for the past
three nights, the sheets twisted tightly into an umbilical cord
binding her to the sweaty womb of her bed.
She disentangled herself from the tangled topsheet and laid
back, closing her eyes. Immediately the dream from which she had
awakened flashed into her consciousness: the utter darkness and
the sudden, dim, slanting light; the stranger, the man she had
seen and followed; the small anonymous room; the smell, the feel
of him; the awful, all-consuming hunger.
She opened her eyes quickly, sat up and turned on the
nightstand light to dispel the vision. No sense trying for sleep
now, she thought. Why the dream had come, why it affected her,
consumed her like this, she did not know; but for now it would
not leave her.
She lit a cigarette, hoping to concentrate on that and
occupy her mind, dispel the terrible demon that was the dream
with the mundane, the ordinary. She sat back against the
headboard, and without thinking closed her eyes tiredly.
Instantly the dream filled her vision again. A dark
restaurant, club, bar, a place she had never been; a man she did
not know — no, did not *want* to know; the small room,
featureless apart from a bed against one wall, without blankets
or frame or headboard; the feel of him against her, on top of
her; feeling him between her legs, parting them, dividing her
(divide and conquer, a part of her mind thought, unbidden),
opening her….
She started suddenly, looking down. As of its own volition,
her hand was caressing her bare thigh, grasping it, pulling her
leg away from its mate…opening her….
She stubbed out the cigarette and jumped to her feet, her
heart racing, pounding. This is ridiculous, she thought, pacing
the floor. It’s a dream. *Only* a dream. I’m in control; it
only affects me as much as I want it to.
Instantly upon thinking the phrase she stopped her pacing.
The truth penetrated her mind: she *did* want it to affect her,
to consume her. She wanted a reality to match the dream.
NO! she shouted inside herself, sitting on the bed and
massaging her temples. All right, she admitted, your sex life
hasn’t been that good lately: a series of nice guys, really
sweet and kind and considerate and gentle, maybe lacking a
certain fire, but good. So now, just for kicks, you’re going to
go to bed with someone you know nothing about? Going to risk
rape, abuse, VD? My God, risk AIDS? Is that what all of your
rhetoric about male chauvinism, about the myth of machismo and
how sex is sharing, is cooperation, comes to?
She tried to follow the old arguments playing now in her
head, to hold back the dark tide of her dream with a teaspoon of
reality, but it was no use. There was a kind of fire in her now,
a heavy feeling, an electricity that began just behind her navel
and traveled down her thighs, moving up again to nestle between
her legs, to smolder in her womb. It spread upwards as well,
moving along her skin and setting it ablaze, turning her nipples
into pointed rosettes and moving toward her center, until finally
it touched the pit of her heart.
She stood, and moved toward the closet to dress. She told
herself that she had no choice, that the dream was in control of
her. It was easier than admitting that she wanted what the dream
had to offer.
The bar had no name, other than BAR. She stood in front of
its gaudy red neon and its signs proclaiming COORS and MILLER On
Tap. The sole window was heavily curtained, and the door was a
solid wood portal, keeping the world out and its patrons in.
She had asked the taxi to stop here after passing by
countless other places, establishments more well-known and better
furnished than this. Trendy singles bars, dance clubs, places
with live music or canned music or no music at all; a club
downtown catering to orange-spike-haired aficionados of loud
music and full-contact dancing; a bar full of ferns and imported
beer and men and women in expensive sweaters and designer jeans,
each with an edge of desperation in his or her eyes; a club with
a long admittance line, and a muscular, well-groomed man at the
door eyeing each potential entrant, judging their worthiness to
enter.
She had almost stopped here, not doubting that she could
have gotten in, no questions asked. After some thought as to
what to wear, she had settles on a black jersey dress, its light
knit fabric clinging oh-so-gently to her body, briefly hugging
her hips before flowing freely around her legs, gracefully
accenting her shoulders and arms. The open neckline sometimes
slid down a little over one shoulder; she had discovered that the
effect was intensified if she pretended not to notice, and if she
went braless, as she was now. She had also worn black open-toed
shoes, the heels bringing out the shape of her calf, and a purse
of matching black fabric. The look was designed to convey
innocence masking a secret knowledge.
Now, though, she felt the innocence winning out, becoming
uncertainty. She had been vaguely dissatisfied with each bar and
club, running an exorbitant fare crisscrossing the downtown area
looking for a place that felt right. On one traverse of the
city, the driver had taken a shortcut along a little-used street;
and she had spotted the bar, quickly telling the driver to pull
over, paying the fare absent-mindedly, not noticing the driver
pull away.
*Something* about this place had caught her eye.
This is insane, she thought, not for the first time since
leaving her apartment. It’s nearly one A.M. and you’re standing
in front of a bar in God knows what part of town, wearing an
outfit that might as well have a sign on it saying Rape Me, and
you don’t even know *why*, do you? She closed her eyes to think.
As if it had been waiting, growing inside her mind, the
dream came to her, full-force. She felt again the weight of the
stranger on her, felt his hands — not gentle, but not painful,
as though touch was his only sense — and hers as well, touching
him in like manner, kneading him, grasping him, holding his hips
and pulling forward —
Her eyes snapped open, she gasped slightly. Where this
dream had come from, and where its power came from, she did not
know. She knew only that she had to follow, to find out if this
tantalizing vision could possibly be real.
She stepped forward and, her heart pounding, pulled open the
heavy door.
Her first impression was one of silence, and darkness. Even
deserted as it was, the street behind her carried its own noise,
its own rhythms; and the few streetlights and lit windows along
the avenue did cast some light. Inside, though, the bar was much
more dimly lit, catering perhaps to those who do not wish to be
seen, and who prefer the sound of their own thoughts.
The change in lighting, however, threw her off for a moment.
She found herself momentarily blind and deaf, so that for a
moment her only sensation was the rough feel of the door jamb to
which she clung with one hand, and the smooth fabric of her purse
in the other, and the wooden floor beneath her feet; and the
spasm she felt suddenly, the jump in the indescribable hunger in
her. I’m very close, she thought.
As her eyes adjusted, she found, disconcertingly, that the
few patrons of the bar, whom she had been unable to see, had been
staring at her. There was a man in working clothes, who turned
back to his drink uninterestedly; another man, who had not seen
her and was too involved in his own alcoholic world to notice or
care; and a third man, near the back.
It was this third man who captured her attention. He had
jet black hair, slightly wavy, glossy but not enough to have been
styled; just long enough not to be stylish, to be different. He
stood casually, relaxed, the way a cat looks relaxed just before
it pounces. Leather blazer, black or navy pants, it was too dark
to tell. Shoulders — shoulders from ancient Greece or Rome,
from a statue, the shoulders of an athlete or a swimmer, not the
weekend-health-club type she was used to. Hands with slightly
hairy knuckles and long fingers that held his glass, moving as
though caressing it, as though they could not keep still.
She turned away, suddenly aware that she had been staring at
him and trying to forget he had been staring back. She felt a
hot flush rise in her cheeks as she found a stool at the bar.
The bartender came and gave her a bored, questioning look; she
asked for vodka. Nothing fancy, she told herself. One stiff
drink, maybe that will clear this up. Inwardly, she doubted it.
The drink arrived; she half-emptied it in one gulp. The
fluid ran burning down her throat, and she closed her eyes
briefly.
Again the vision came to life, this time ten times more
vivid: her hands on him, pulling him urgently onto her, into
her; the white-hot feeling as he opened her, thrusting to her
core in one swift stroke —
Her eyes snapped open, and the vision faded, mercifully. It
was so much more intense now, so vivid. She shifted
uncomfortably in her seat, aware suddenly that she had made
herself wet. The hunger was growing now, the feeling between her
legs and in the pit of her stomach almost unbearable.
Almost against her will, she turned her head toward where
the man had been sitting, and realized with a start that he was
gone. She stood stunned for a moment, then looked around the
bar, and gasped. He was standing right beside her.
“Hello,” he said. Baritone, slightly scratchy; smoker’s
voice. There was a slight tobacco odor to him, blending with the
scent of a cologne she couldn’t place and an indescribable smell
she could place all too well. She still didn’t know where the
dream had come from, but she knew now that its power had affected
him too.
Wordlessly he reached out and touched her hand, which was
gripping the railing of the bar tightly. His touch was hot,
electric; her hand relaxed instinctively, and a small whimper
escaped her lips. She found herself staring helplessly into his
eyes, his blue-grey eyes that smiled slightly, just as his full
lips did now. His index finger traced along the back of her
hand, leaving an itch behind it, a burning itch that kindled a
fire in her limbs. She had felt weak-kneed passion before, the
kind every schoolgirl feels, but this was different, opposite.
She felt energized by it, restless. Her knees weren’t weak; on
the contrary, it was difficult to keep them still and straight.
She moved her hand so that it was palm-up now, and caressed
his palm with her nails. His eyes clouded ever so slightly,
still fixed on hers as hers were fixed on his, and she knew that
the dream, the terrible vision was not hers alone. She slid off
the barstool and stood, her hand still moving against his, no
longer caressing or tickling but rubbing now, gently,
palm-to-palm.
God, this is insane, she thought. Please let it stop — no,
not stop — just end; please let me find a way to feed this
hunger….
He took a step backwards, and she moved likewise. He turned
then, and walked toward the back of the bar, toward an unmarked,
unremarkable door. The eye contact broken, she stopped, feeling
like a marionette suddenly hung on a hook, without guidance.
Again she felt the uncertainty, the fear — the words Rape,
Abuse, Kidnap flashing through her brain — and then the hunger
flexed again, sending a pulse through her, strong, almost animal.
Without thinking she moved forward, feeling as though she were
floating rather than walking, catching up to him as he held the
door open for her. She entered into another darkness.
The room was almost exactly as she had seen it in the
vision: plain, featureless, only a bed without blankets or
topsheet for furniture, the head against one wall, sitting on the
floor without a frame. Who has a bed in a bar? she thought.
This is ludicrous. The difference between the room in the dream
and this room was that the dream-room had had that sourceless
illumination only a dream can have, while this room was dimly lit
by light leaking through the door jamb at the top. Her eyes
adjusted quickly, after the dimness of the bar.
She turned, and saw him shedding his jacket, not quite
smoothly, as though he too didn’t quite know what to do next.
The dim light streaked across his face, casting deep shadows,
accentuating his cheekbones and his lips. Half-illuminated, he
looked incomplete, a mere shell, as though the surface of him —
his skin, his lips, his hands — was all she knew of, all
she wanted.
She felt adrift now, moved by forces she could not see or
control; and those forces moved her to him now, moved her hands
to his head, to his cheeks. She stroked his skin, held him, bent
her head back as she pulled him to her lips; felt him move
willingly, without protest; and then felt the excruciating touch
of his lips on hers.
The kiss was energizing, electrifying, burning; she felt her
lips part to receive his, the press of his flesh, just the barest
hint of tongue; and suddenly the smoldering in her mind and
between her legs burst into flame, and she wrapped her arms
around his neck, trying to drink him in, to consume him. His
hands slid up her back, and their tongues wrestled; small moans
escaped from both of them. She felt her hips undulating, and
couldn’t stop — didn’t want to stop, she realized. This was the
dream made reality, the spirit made flesh: this man to whom she
had not said one word, possessing her and she him, in an
anonymous room, for no reason other than sensation and pleasure.
He pulled back suddenly, breaking the kiss, and looked at
her. All trace of a smile was gone now from his face, replaced
now by a look of hunger, unmasked now, unconcealed. He put his
hands on her shoulders, gripped the neckline of her dress,
grasped, pulled suddenly apart. The fabric ripped violently, and
she recoiled with a gasp. Her breasts bounced, steadied, their
hard nipples proclaiming her arousal. She stepped backward
toward the bed, and he followed. The backs of her knees touched
the mattress. She reached out for him, and clutching a lapel in
each hand, fell back onto the bed, pulling him onto her.
Their lips met again, hungrily, their tongues seeking each
other. She pushed him away suddenly, still holding his shirt,
and pulled with all her strength. Buttons popped and flew, and
she grasped his shirt lower and finished the task, ripping the
cloth off him. His chest stood bare now, almost hairless, the
muscles well-defined in a way that suggested, not workouts, but
honest use. Briefly she wondered who he was, what he did — but
only briefly; she didn’t know and didn’t want to; this body, and
the force driving it, were all she wanted now.
She ran her hands over his chest as he ripped the remainder
of the fabric off her body. She had debated going out without
panties, and had decided against it; now she regretted the
decision. She wanted to be naked now, to be exposed before this
man, and for him to be exposed to her. She acted on the second
desire, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants quickly,
fumblingly. She felt his legs move, and heard his shoes drop to
the floor as he slipped them off, first one, then the other. She
finished with his pants, and he hurriedly slid them off onto the
floor, along with his briefs.
He was totally naked now, exposed, as she had wanted; and he
was indeed like a statue, like a Greek god, the muscles in his
legs as developed as those in his chest, hips not too narrow,
ample enough for a good grip (a dream-image flashed through her,
of her hands on those hips, pulling him into her), his cock hard,
throbbing now with need.
She put her hands to the waist of her panties to slide them
off, and then, on impulse, pulled instead, ripping them. His
hands joined hers, ripping the remainder of the fabric; she lay
now exposed, the scent of her wafting into his nostrils and his
brain and his mind, as he closed his eyes, the fire no doubt
building in him as it was in her.
She began to slide her shoes off with her toes, but he was
on her suddenly, his lips against hers, then on her neck, as his
hips thrust at her and his cock pushed against her belly, then
slid down, seeking the heat between her legs. She opened her
legs, pulling her thighs open with her hands as she had done in
the dream, as he moved farther down, nestling father into her;
and then he slid forward again, and she bucked her hips in
response, as he entered her, penetrating her to her very core in
one stroke.
She cried out then, the first truly audible sound she’d made
since entering the bar, but her cry was quickly muffled by his
lips. They fought again with their tongues, she trying again to
drink him in, at the same time thrusting her hips to meet his as
she tried to posers him this way also. She bit his neck, pulled
at his hair, ran her nails over his skin; she flicked at his
nipples, as hard as hers now, eliciting a cry from him; he pulled
at her breasts, nibbling, nipping, pinching her nipples; and all
the while they moved, bucked, slammed against each other.
His cock speared her again and again, hard and fast,
reaching some center deep within her that knew nothing but white,
clear pleasure. Her pussy closed around him, hugged him,
clasping him in a grip which knew no surcease, which would never
let him free, not while this intense pleasure could continue.
Her legs spread wide for him, letting him deeper; her feet, still
encased in the shoes, caressed his calves and the backs of his
knees.
Suddenly the center deep within her exploded, a white-hot
burst that stole her breath and her senses, left her falling
endlessly in a world of pleasure. Dimly she was aware of his
motions, and of hers, but she sensed nothing directly, nothing
but the fire which burned her mind to ashes, left her with
nothing but desire, nothing but lust.
She found her breath, and screamed, as the explosion
repeated itself, her pussy throbbing, squeezing the cock within
it now, as she reveled in the sensation. She felt him move
faster now, working toward his own release, and she moved to
help, feeling the fire inside her building once again. She
flicked at his nipples, bit his neck, rocked her hips in time
with his motions, felt herself throb inside as she tried to coax
his pleasure out of him.
He stiffened, and she thrust her hips toward him, impaling
herself deeply; and she felt the first wild, liquid burst, his
entire body shuddering with the release of it. He arched his
back, and she moved to follow, as he spasmed again and again, his
release fueling her passion, bringing her closer to her own
immolation once again.
Suddenly she felt him relax, though his cock was still hard
inside her. Her own climax was only moments away, but he had
stopped; he was not moving. Desperately, almost angrily, she
brought her legs up, and, still wearing the shoes, dug her spike
heels into his thighs, spurring him.
He gasped, and fell forward, and into her again. She flexed
her legs even more, bringing her knees even with her breasts, and
prodded him again, this time in his rear, at the top of his
thighs.
She brought her hands down to his buttocks, pulling him into
her desperately, raking her nails across his skin. She needed
him — no, she thought, not him. She needed cock — pure, sweet,
and simple, nothing and no one attached, just this, yes, just
pure unadulterated pleasure, just a cock to fill her, to touch
her so deeply, where she couldn’t touch herself, to fill her and
ram into her, to stroke her, spread her, open her. Nothing but
cock — no name, no face, nothing else, just this.
She was building toward her own private explosion again —
as was he, impossibly, as she felt him shudder and stiffen again,
his cock going very hard and meeting her center again. She
summoned all her strength then, and stopped, holding him still,
prolonging the moment, her mouth open in a silent scream;
stretching the pleasure until it became unbearable, agonizing,
until her entire body was straining for release, and she thought
Yes, yes, just a little longer, just a moment, stretch it until
it’s more than I can take, until I want to die from it, want it
to possess me and take me, to burn me, to consume me, yes, yes —
She arched her back, meeting his hips one last time, impaling
herself impossibly deeply, her scream matching his, feeling
herself throbbing, not merely between her legs but from head to
toe, her arms and legs locking around him, holding him tight, as
she felt him spend himself inside her, writhing against her,
unable and unwilling to escape her passion, his hands balling
into fists behind her back, striking the mattress, his thighs and
arms clenching, relaxing, clenching, and relaxing again, as he
laid down on her and she released her grip on him, caressing him,
soothing him as he did her.
The fire was gone now, and a kind of sad peace crept into
her mind and heart. She lay with her head to one side, hearing
his breathing subside as he caught his breath. And suddenly,
unbidden, a thought went through her head as she felt herself
dozing off in this stranger’s arms:
To sleep…perchance to dream….
2 desi 1 bideshi equal Party
Thursday, February 21st, 2008 By: Joe Blow
Although I am not Indian, I love India. I visit Calcutta every year and I truly worship Indian women. No other women can compare with their beauty. Although I have always adored India, after my last trip there, I have to say that I love it even more. Please read on and find out why.
I am an American but am not very tall. Basically I am just taller than the average Indian man. I am very handsome and have deep green eyes that girls really like. But my best asset is my cock. It isn’t absolutely humongous, but for my size it is very large. Moreover, it is perfectly formed and utterly beautiful. I’ve seen some fucking ugly dicks in my day, but mine is very different. In fact, I would bet that you have never seen one so nice. It’s simply perfect.
I love my cock. It is a work of art and every woman who has seen it has gone ape over it. Girls have taken photos of it and have told me to go into porno. So many people brag that their cocks are 8 inches and 10 inches long and I seriously doubt that. Mine is exactly 7 inches long when fully erect, quite thick, circumcised, and it has a lovely pink hue that turns deep red when excited. When ready to shoot a load, his head gets really big and looks like a ripe fruit full of juice. If 7 inches doesn’t sound impressive, take a scale, go to your kitchen and find a 7 inch long cucumber. Shove it where the sun don’t shine and tell me isn’t enough! Sometimes girls like to watch me jerk off and they love seeing it excited like that. Hell, even I love it. I can look at it for hours on end. It looks so plump and juicy that sometimes I even feel like biting it!
I have not slept with too many Indian women, but all have commented on the size of my “purple veined custard chucker” and they appreciate it even more than western bitches. I haven’t slept with a white woman in a long time and I doubt if I ever will again. They are all trash.
I have something of a girlfriend in Calcutta. Not a real girlfriend but a partner. She and I hooked up two years ago and we fucked only twice that trip. When she first grabbed my unit, she had laid down next to me and put her hand on my package, over my underwear. Her eyes were closed and she still had on her panties and bra. I was enjoying the sensation of being so close to her but all was happening so suddenly that I wasn’t erect yet. She felt around curiously for a bit and then her eyes opened wide, exclaiming, “Ei boro?!” That night she kept staring at my dick and repeating “Shavash,” over and over again.
Well, the sex was OK and she really has a great figure. Just about perfect, in fact. She’s very dark, but I don’t mind. I usually like very buxom women, but my girlfriend’s stomach is perfectly flat and her breasts are high and tight. A nice handful and no more, but as perky as a teenagers. I could honestly say that any 16 year-old would be proud of such a figure. Indeed she considers her body the yardstick by which all other women are measured! Maybe that’s a bit much but everyone has something of which they must be proud. (Can you guess mine????)
Well, my last visit to Calcutta was even more interesting. I ended getting married to a beautiful Bangladeshi girl. She had radiant skin and the most luscious full lips you have ever seen in your life. Better than any Hollywood movie actress. She didn’t like to give head but I managed to get her to do it once and it was really nice for the short time she did it. Her figure was nice; a touch heavy, but more muscle than fat. She had great, powerful thighs that she use to hold my head tightly with while I licked her juices from her pussy. Her breasts were very full, but not so tight as my girlfriend’s. My wife was expert at finishing me off by hand and I would straddle her while she pulled on my cock so that my juice would splash all over her. She also was impressed by my dick. The first time she held it, she nearly shouted, “Atho mota?”
Well, the “Bitch from Bangladesh” was only after a green-card and when I figured that out, I refused to take her to the US. She packed her shit and left, which was probably a good thing. I miss her lips and beautiful face, but there are more fish in the sea. And that’s where my girlfriend re-enters the scene. More precisely, this is where she and her girlfriend give me a bachelor party to celebrate my new freedom.
They picked me up nearby my house late one afternoon. We rode in a taxi to my girlfriend’s apartment, stopping on the way to pick up some alcohol for her. Once inside the small flat, she began drinking and her girlfriend and I were getting along quite well. My girlfriend finished her bottle and made for the shower.
Using the fact that the wall was very cold as an excuse, I moved closer to her friend on the small bed and soon we began kissing. She told me to take off my pants and I did so. I am certain that my girlfriend had told her about my American dick as she was very curious. Just then my girlfriend emerged from the shower with just the top of her salwaar on. As she approached the bed, I pulled off my underwear and she promptly took off her top. Turning off the main light and just using the dim “night light,“ she joined us on the bed and surprised me by grabbing at her friend’s tits and demanding that she remove her clothes, too. Soon she was naked as well and my girlfriend was obviously enjoying pawing at her buddy’s tits. She flashed a big smile as she fondled the heavy jugs. I enjoyed watching her get her jollies like that and my cock was soon hard. Her friend stroked me excellently and even sucked it a bit. She fitted a condom on me and I was just about to enter my girlfriend when the doorbell rang. Shit!
It was my girlfriend’s cousin who had come by to visit. I wouldn’t have minded throwing her in the mix, but she’s married and wouldn’t have been amenable to such an arrangement. She was told to come back in ten minutes and we hurried to finish the job.
Taking off the condom and laying it on the floor, the friend really began jerking me off nicely. As I laid back on a pillow, she began rubbing my cock on her large breasts which felt really great. Soon I was at full erection and she called to my girlfriend, “Kacche esho.” Arching her back, my dick was soon being rubbed on her perky tits. Both of them were silent as they enjoyed watching my member swell and grow as it neared climax. I knew there wasn’t much time and I really wanted to cum all over my girlfriend so I just let things progress naturally as I watched her beautiful figure in the dim light.
My big white cock up against her lovely breasts was a really nice scene. I was feeling her friend’s big jugs as well and soon I felt the point of no return coming close. “Shesh korbo,” I announced. “Koro,” came the response and soon I felt my juice run through my cock. My girlfriend reached out with one hand and covered my mouth to keep me from making too much noise. My dick was just enormous now, the head bulging like a ripe plum ready to spill its sweet nectar. Soon I let a yelp through my girlfriend’s fingers and I watched as a healthy amount of my jism pumped forth all over chest and onto her shoulder. I noticed that she kept her head down and was enjoying watching my throbbing red cock pulse its sticky jungle-juice all over her own chest.
We quickly headed for the shower and got cleaned up before the doorbell rang again. After turning on the lights, we sat back on the bed acting as if everything was normal. Her buddy was talking with the cousin while we relaxed and pretended that nothing unusual had happened. Suddenly my girlfriend reached out quickly to pick up the condom that was laying on the floor by the bed and wrapped it up in some scrap newspaper that was laying near by. We had totally forgotten about it. Thank God the cousin didn’t see it! My girlfriend flashed me a nervous smile and we shared a silent laugh.
I left India soon thereafter and was sorry to go. I felt bad about the failed marriage but was happy enough with the way things turned out now that I’d had my first threesome. Maybe it was a bit rushed and not quite as I had hoped, but it was fun nonetheless!
If any ladies would like to see my beautiful dick, just write to me and I will email a pic for you. If you would like to chat or even get to together with me that would be very cool. I visit India every fall and have a trip planned for this September. You are welcome to write anytime at: custard.chucker@yahoo.com
Tenant and landlord relation
Wednesday, February 20th, 2008 By: Monica
Nicole looked nervously at the front entrance to her apartment from across the street, a slight wind caught the stray strands of her long black hair, giving her some respite from the mid-afternoon sweltering summer heat. . The pretty 21 year old college student had walked around the building 3 times deciding how best to avoid Bob Harrison the dirty fat smelly landlord as she was 2 months behind in her rent. It had only been 6 months since she moved into Jersey, New York and she was already regretting her decision to leave home in favor of attending college in the Big Apple.
She had thought that her savings would last her at least 8 months before she had to look for a part-time job, but the cost of living even on the outskirt areas off Manhattan Island was frightful. Now, the pretty 21 year old brunette found herself out of money, without friends in a big city far away from home. As a final recourse she had moved to the lower end of Jersey, and found that even in this less trendy part of the Bronx, all she could afford was a small one room apartment in a dirty old three story building owned and managed by an equally disgusting middle aged, beer bellied and balding landlord, Bob Harrison and his 19 year old degenerate son Jessie
.
Nicole shuddered involuntarily as she recalled her first encounter with Bob. She was scouting the area for cheap apartments when she was caught in a sudden unexpected shower. Soaked to her skin, she had no choice but to seek temporary shelter in the old depressing building across the road. With her clothes wringing wet she stood in the porch of the building and was grateful when Bob opened the front door to let her into the dim musky smelling building. Even then, she felt uncomfortable as he openly pervade at her from behind the counter, savoring her long black hair, ivory white flawless complexion, and how the wet clothes clung to her young lithe body, accentuating firm supple breasts. Bob knew from 5 minutes of casual conversation with the young sultry brunette that she was from out of town, and in desperate need of cheap housing, and offered her a rate she could not refuse.
In hindsight, Nicole had regretted taking up the offer. Not only was the apartment small, cramped and old, she soon discovered that she was the only single white female tenant in a building tenanted to characters that were best described as the “low life’s and rejects” of society. The shower offered only luke warm water (which was acceptable now in the hot summer months, but would fast become a problem during autumn and winter), and she had a vague suspicion that Bob had been into her room when she was in college. Some of her underwear had mysteriously disappeared in the past weeks. He certainly did not hide his physical attraction to her and had mentioned several times over that he had been wiling to accept other forms of payment as in-kind settlement of her rental if she had a cash flow problem. The first time he suggested this, Nicole almost had a hear attack since she could not even bare to be in the same room for 5 minutes with the smelly, hairy caveman.
It was now mid summer and Nicole in the sweltering summer heat for Bob to leave the building for his afternoon lunch. She could feel her light sweater clinging to her damp skin and she longed for a nice cool shower to wash away the city grime and sweat. At long last, she spotted the familiar figure of a fat and balding man, dawned in his usual disgusting, sweat stained singlet, leaving the building.
Nicole quickly made her way across the street to the building and rushed up to the 3rd story. She fumbled in her bag for her keys and tried to open the door to her apartment. After 5 frustrating minutes, she realized that Bob had changed the lock to her front door. Her heart sunk in dismay as she accepted the fact that she now had to face Bob and negotiate a way out of this mess. Slowly she made her way down stairs and saw that Bob had taken his lunch back with him from the deli and was tucking with much relish into a greasy, bloody steak. He looked up and greeted Nicole;
Bob: “Good afternoon little Missy, don’t think I saw you come in this afternoon, was waiting to discuss a delicate matter with you”
Nicole: “Why did you change the locks to my room, I told you I would have the rent money by end of this month”.
Bob: “Ahhh my dear, but that was what you told me the month before, and the month before that too…….you owe me 3 months rental, you do realize that”.
Nicole: “The money is coming, you will get it this month, and I am good for it”
Bob: “Oh yes little missy, I know you are GOOD for it, I am a kind soul and do not expect full settlement, but I do need some token payment, just as a gesture of good faith……”
Nicole: “Well I don’t have a cent on me at the moment……..unless you count my lunch money which adds to only 5-6 bucks”.
Bob: “Well that is unfortunate, but you are a talented young missy and I am sure we can work out some form temporary up front settlement…..”
Bob did not hide the meaning of his words as he leered openly at her, revealing 2 crooked black teeth. Nicole flinched as she caught a whiff of the smelly pungent breath, as he exhaled. He got up from behind the counter and approached her, she wanted to run as she smelled the putrid odor of his unwashed sweat stained odor. A fly buzz lazily, settled on a piece of crumb on his singlet and he ignored it.
Bob: “Come with me to my office in the back, I will give you the new keys, I just need you to sign some papers first”.
Nicole breathed a sign of relief, so that was all, she quickly followed both behind the counter, to a small dimly lit room. There was a big king-size bed with a dirty stained mattress. Bob closed and locked the door and produced a key.
Bob: “I belief this is what you want, but you really don’t expect me to hand it to you free of charge, its time you worked for it.”
Nicole was silent, she did not wish to return home to her parents and ask for money. She knew she had no options. She decided to play his perverted game.
Nicole: “Well what exactly do you want? I have nothing that will interest you at all”
Bob: “Oh how wrong you are, YOU interest me a great deal, and how old are you, 21? All I want is a chance to get to know you more personally, up close and intimate….you knows what I mean….”
Bob sat down on the mattress and motioned for her to take a sit beside him. Nicole took a seat, making sure to place some distance between him. He leaned edged closer to her and she cringed as he placed a hairy paw on her bare knee.
Nicole: “Is that all………..”
Bob: “Yes, just an hour or so of quality time with you is all I want, so simple……”
Nicole: “I won’t have to do anything…….”
Bob: “Nothing at all…..you just sit back and enjoy old Bob’s attention and company…that’s all, and you get your key after that”
Bob waited anxiously for her response. Nicole was very conscious that his hand was slowly edging up her bare white thighs, exploring the hem of her dress. Finally she nodded her head in quiet resignation. She could put-up with the old pervert for an hour, for 3 months rental it was worth it and preferable to a few hundred hours of waiting tables. Bob smiled in eager anticipation as he realized he had what he wanted.
Quickly he sat next to her and moved his hairy paw further up her left thigh. He had not washed his hands after his steak and burger lunch, and Nicole tried to ignore the greasy feeling of his fingers as they edged quickly to the spot between her legs. Bob certainly wasted no time and wanted to collect on his prize before she changed her mind. Suddenly his probing fingers were gone.
“Stand-up, I want to get a look at the merchandise up close”. He said hoarsely.
Nicole stood up and Bob took a good look at the object of his fantasies the last few months. Nicole looked even more beautiful up close. She did not resist as he unzipped the back of her dress, and unhooked the shoulder straps, allowing the dress to slide down her long slender legs. She stepped out of the dress, revealing more supple white flesh and a lithe figure, covered now only by her lacy bra and panties. Bob wasted no time, unhooking her white bra with trembling fingers and stared hungrily at the small firm white breasts that greeted him, each perfectly capped by a small pink nipple.
Nicole shuddered as he suddenly took her left nipple in his wet mouth, sucking noisily and hungrily, before moving to her right nipple. He tried to cover her whole breast with his mouth and she winced as his unshaven beard pricked and irritated her sensitive fair skin.
Roughly Bob pushed her onto the dirty smelly mattress. It was a hot summer’s day and humidity was worse in the small windowless room. As Bob removed her underpants, Nicole felt a brush of air making contact with her damp sensitive skin between her legs. She looked down to see that Bob was burying his nose and mouth in her panties, and knew where her missing underwear had gone. “Oooh so sweet….” He muttered….”Now for the real thing…..” He turned his attention back to Nicole and stared lewdly at the sweet spot between her long bare legs, and the small turf of pubic hair surrounding the small pink crack.
Nicole resisted the natural desire to squeeze her legs shut, as the lecher dove between her legs and explored her sensitive folds with his nose, tongue and mouth. “I love long dark haired bitches like you with ivory white skin, ice queens on the outside, but smoldering
White heat on the insides….” She could feel his wet tongue probing the entrance of her vagina, probing, exploring the area before wiggling into the warm inviting interior. Suddenly, it was gone as Bob stood-up and quickly tore his singlet and pants off.
Nicole noted with dismay that Bob was even more disgusting in the raw. His chest, under arms and beer belly were covered with coarse black hair, and as he removed his stained and filthy underwear, a gust carried the smell of stale urine and semen over to her nostrils. An immense phallus unleashed itself and Nicole noted that it was at full erection, throbbing obscenely with the tip capped a drop of clear fluid.
She flinched as Bob crawled over her lithe supple form and raised her arms above her head. In one swift motion, he whipped out a pair of handcuffs from below the pillows and anchored her wrists together over the bed posts. She had no chance to protest as lecher moved his coarse hands all over her body. He started kissing her arms and slowly moved downwards towards her left arm-pit, pausing for a while as he noted the smooth damp cleft, before burying his nose and mouth in the highly ticklish area. He took his time to explore the exposed sensitive area, savoring her sweet natural scent. Goose bumps
Appeared on Nicole’s skin, as it was aroused by the unbearably ticklish sensation and she twisted and turn but was helpless as her body was trapped beneath Bob’s massive of blob.
Nicole: “This was not part of the bargain………”
Bob : “Fuck the bargain, I never ever thought that I would ever lay my hands on a prime piece of real estate like you. I have seen college bitches like you from the down town areas, with your trendy clothes and superior attitude, you don’t expect me to pass of a chance like this do you?”
Nicole could hardly breathe as she was pinned underneath his immense bulk. His coarse chest hair was rubbing against her supple skin and she could feel his putrid breath and smell his overwhelming body odor. Bob suddenly got off the bed and left the room, returning a minute later with his equally disgusting son, Jessie.
Nicole had seen Jessie several times and he resembled his father in every aspect, if anything, Jessie would turn out even more disgusting then his father as he had severe acne problem all over his body and face.
Bob smiled: “It seemed such a waste to have a prize like you to myself so I bought you some company, you know Jessie, and since Jessie has not had much success with other girls, we thought he can start with you……”
Nicole was horrified: “No, please, I change my mind, just let me go and I will leave now”
Her question was only greeted by silence, and a conspirational smile between father and son.
Jessie: “Ohhh I want her now dad, can I please have her please”
Bob: “Well we can share, you start on top and I begin below”
Nicole let loose an ear piercing scream, but was silenced immediately by a gag tied around her mouth. Jessie had taken of his clothes and she was horrified to see his body covered with acne scars and pimple. He had obviously been scratching some of them and there was puss oozing from the broken pores. With eager hands Jessie started fondling her breasts, kneading them and pinching her unresponsive nipples. He was salivating as he hungrily latched on to her right nipple with his mouth and tongue, sucking hungrily, whilst the rest of his hands continued to prod and feel her body… moving finally to her left breast and painfully pinching her left nipple.
Bob moved between Nicole’s legs. She tried to squeeze them shut, Noting her resistance Bob gave a nod to his son and Jessie promptly fastened his teeth around Nicole’s right nipple. The intense pain caught Nicole by surprise and she relaxed her legs for a moment, which was all the time Bob needed to pry her legs open and settle his bulk between them. This time, he ran his nose and tongue up along her right inner thigh, savoring her silky smooth skin, as he inserted his index finger painfully into her vagina, taking his time to explore the warm moist confines. Suddenly, Bob’s tongue and mouth moved up her leg to settle on her vagina and he started sucking at the sensitive folds like a vacuum cleaner with his index fingers still inserted.
In spite of herself, Nicole could feel a warm urgent need building within her. Suddenly she gasped as Bob’s probing tongue found the sensitive nub of her clitoris. Bob could feel her body tense and focused on the sensitive nub, lashing again and again at it with his tongue. Nicole could feel a warm sticky wetness spreading between her legs and Bob finally pulled his finger out of the now wet orifice, examining it in fascination. Nicole could see the finger was wet, he placed it to his nostrils and inhaled, savoring the scent, before inserting it back into her vagina.
In the mean time, Jessie was exploring every nook and cranny of her body with his tongue and mouth, leaving a slick sticky trail of saliva across both her breasts and nipples. Nicole shuddered as she felt him running his wet tongue over her exposed left armpit, working his way slowly all the way down the side of her stomach. Jessie stopped and said… Ohhh she does not like that Dad, well I am gonna paint her body with my spit” he laughed.
This time he latched on to her left nipple and sucked hungrily on it again and again. After a while he smiled in triumph and said. “Look, I got one little pinky nippy hard and erect, lets see about the other one now”
Nicole tried to fight the wave of pleasure that was slowly engulfing her body. She could not believe that the two perverts could be having this undesired effect on her. But little by little she could feel the small bolts of electricity spreading quickly across her body. Her legs want slack and her whole body relaxed as she unwillingly surrendered to the insistent tongue that was lashing at her clitoris, and the mouth that was sucking on her now erect nipples.
Bob continued his relentless sweet assault on Nicole’s now engorged clitoris, lashing at it with his tongue. He could taste the vagina juices that were slowly invading Nicole’s moist folds and hungrily covered the sensitive nub of her clitoris entirely with his mouth, sucking hard at it and taking in the juices. This sent bolts of electricity through the length of Nicole’s body as the first tell-tale signs of an approaching orgasm took hold.
Nicole tried to block the waves of pleasure, but Bob’ tongue and mouth were merciless as they continued the sweet torment. She could feel her whole body breaking out in sweat, as every pore in her body seemed alive and awake. Bob inserted two fingers into her vagina, stroking her and sucking her clit, finally bringing her over the edge. Nicole’s body convulsed, and her back arched of the bed as the intense orgasm took complete hold of her body. She was caught totally off-guard and the alien experience overwhelmed her unaccustomed senses totally. She felt her whole body lost in an endless spiral the intense wave of intoxicating pleasure engulfed her body. It was long minutes before Nicole’s world stopped spinning and she finally regained control of her senses.
She looked down her body to see the triumph faces of Bob and Jessie. Her surrender to the intense orgasmic experience had excited both Bob and Jessie and opened the doors to the public, an invitation to them to partake in the spoils. The organs of both men were now fully erect.
Bob said to his son: “Well son, see what your old dad can do with just his tongue. That was just the starter, now for the main course”.
Bob approached her wide spread legs again. Nicole willed her legs to squeeze together, but they remained dead and motionless on the bed. The intense orgasm had totally drained her and her body was still recovering, unable to resist. Helplessly she watched as the brute approached again, as spread both her lifeless limbs. She caught a closer glimpse of Bob’s immense phallus, it was at least 16 inches long, caked in scabs and covered with infected sores which were weeping pus. The smell was nauseating as it throbs and pulsated like some mutated monster.
Bob stared at the small patch of pubic hair between her legs excitedly, and the small perfect slit that was crowned by Nicole’s little pink nub. She was still wet from her orgasm and her slipped two fingers into her vagina again, wetting his fingers with her vagina fluids and smearing it onto his obscene phallus…”Gotta get me some of the sweet honey as lubricant”…he croaked.
Without further delay, he brought the tip of the phallus into contact with her clit. Nicole flinched involuntarily as she felt the contact, images of the infected scarred organ even slightly touching her triggered a massive allergic reaction psychologically. She mentally begged in silence for a quick end. At least use a condom as he was infected with some sicko sex disease.
Bob shoved more of the throbbing member into the small tiny orifice. Nicole moaned in pain as her already abused vagina stretched to accommodate the immense invading phallus, totally unaccustomed to its bulk and size. Still recovering from her recent orgasmic trauma, Nicole’s vagina was totally unprepared for this successive invasion. The entry was made more painful as the sensitive walls of her vagina were irritated by the rough scabs and sores that covered Bob’s phallus.
But Bob was oblivious to her silent pleadings as he continued to push his phallus in, thoroughly enjoying the warm, wet embrace offered by Nicole’s smooth pink vagina. After what seemed like long minutes he finally grunted and opened his eyes as he realized he could go no further. He stared down and was pleased to see that all of his massive organ had disappeared into the small orifice. Shifting his weight to gain maximum entry, he stayed still for awhile as he savored the sheer skin to skin contact his organ had with the walls of the tightly stretched vagina.
Tears of pain streamed down Nicole’s face as Bob stretched her legs still further apart and began slowly to withdraw and insert the organ repeatedly. The constant friction made by the scabbed skin and sores of Bob’s penis against the sensitive walls of her vagina as it slid in and out only added to the pain caused by the original entry. Bob had closed his eyes as he lost himself in the act, saliva drooling down his slack jaws dripped onto the slick sweat soaked surface of Nicole’s stomach.
Jessie watched in wide-eyed amazement as his father continued the onslaught on Nicole. He could see that both her breasts were bruised from his earlier ravage and the areas of her ivory white skin that came in contact with his rough tongue and mouth had broken out in patches of red rashes. Not to be denied, he joined his father on the bed again, clamping a hungry mouth once again on her right breast. His free hand wondered over her body seeking her left breast, finally locating it and clamping Nicole’s nipples between his long dirty nails.
Nicole shrieked through the gag as a new pain added to her current discomfort. Her supple body was now completely buried under the gargantuan bulk of the two perverts. Encouraged by her reaction, Jessie moved his mouth up her right breast to her now erect nipples and attempted to engulf the entire breast in his mouth, sucking hungrily. Saliva flowed down the side of her breast on to the sweat soaked mattress. Suddenly, he released the tortured breast momentarily, took a deep breath, and then bites down hard on Nicole’s erect nipple. He could feel Nicole’s body jerk in silent protest as the bitter coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. After what seemed like long seconds, he finally released the abused nipple from between his teeth and used his tongue to lick up the small rivulets of blood running down her breast from the lacerated nipple.
The pain was overwhelming and Nicole was on the verge of blacking out from the combined assault of father and son. Bob picked up the pace, ramming his deformed organ into her mercilessly. Again and again he pounded her and Nicole’s body shook under the impact like a lifeless rag doll, held down only by Jessie’s oral ministrations on her breasts. Their sheer bulk was too much and she slipped in and out of semi-consciousness as her senses attempted to take refuge from the combined assault.
Through her haze filled mind, Nicole suddenly felt familiar warmth accumulating between her legs. The pain of the original entry in her vagina was slowly replaced by a more sinister teasing sensation. She shook her head in denial as she recognized the early signs of another approaching orgasm. The first clitoral orgasm had taken her unprepared, but this time she would not allow either Bob or Jessie to gain a second victory. She was determined to fight this round to the death and willed her body to subdue the delicious wave that was building slowly.
It had become a battle she must win, to salvage what was left of her pride and humanity. Never would she allow either perverts the satisfaction of knowing that they had conquered her body twice. But how long did she need to resist the wave of pleasure that was increasing in urgency and intensity with each second. A quick look at the clock mounted on the wall indicated it had been forty minutes since Bob’s first entry. She estimated he had to come soon, no human being could last so long.
The seconds ticked by and minutes, neither Bob nor Jessie paused in their attack, the minutes stretched on and on approaching the hour. Already the warm sensation was fast building into an urgent need, slowly but surely spreading from her vagina, threatening to engulf the rest of her body.
Nicole realized desperately that she was fast losing the battle. She was fighting not only against Bob and Jessie, but ultimately also against her own body’s forbidden desires. As the state of her arousal increased, another portion of Nicole’s body slipped from her control. She gasped as Jessie moved his mouth and tongue from her right nipple and settled on her bruised and erect left nipple, lashing at it repeatedly, covering it again in a wet slimy coat of his sticky saliva, and bringing the it to a higher state of arousal. He laughed out loud as he noticed the nipple rising to full erection, twitching it repeatedly between his fingers before returning to the left nipple with the same object in mind.
Never in her wildest dreams could Nicole have thought that the two deformed freaks of nature could provoke such hedonistic urges that were fast overwhelming her body and senses. Determined to resist she squeezed her eyes shut but realized it was useless, her body shuddered involuntarily as she felt Bob’s massive organ sliding in and out of her vagina, enjoying it as the immense organ filled her to the hilt, moving easily now in and out of the wet passage. The constant kissing of Bob’s scabby uneven organ with her distended clitoris was fast becoming unbearable. Her body glistened in a fine sheet of perspiration, slippery with a combination of sweat and saliva.
Slowly but surely the irresistible wave of pleasure spread to encompass Nicole as her entire body became taut, in anticipation of the delicious release that would follow. With a final massive thrust Bob ground his organ deeper into her, grasping her sweat slick thighs and bringing them to his bulging stomach. Nicole gasped as she felt the immense organ swell even bigger, finally triggering a delicious wave of pleasure that washed over her, spreading quickly from her vagina to the rest of her taut, sweat slick body, totally engulfing her.
Bob lifted his head with open mouth as he felt Nicole’s warm wet vagina contract around his organ, gripping it in a warm wet embrace in a series of successive convulsions. He grunted as he felt his organ release its load into her, continuing to ride her like a man
Possessed as he released more of his semen into her.
As the final vestige of control slipped from her, Nicole clenched her fist in helpless frustration as the first wave of pleasure reached a climax, arching her back again as the strong intense contractions took completely control of her body. She could feel the strong jets of semen squirting into her, and waited for the climax to subside. But there was no end in sight as her body gave in and surrendered itself to a second even more intense wave. Jessie watched in awe as both his father and Nicole were in locked the throes of the intense seizure. After 10 continuous massive ejaculations Bob withdrew his spent and shriveled organ from Nicole’s semen slick hole. He motioned for his son to take up position. “Quick you idiot, she is having multiple orgasms, lets see how long you can
Keep her at it….”
Jessie eagerly inserted his fully erect organ in to Nicole’s still convulsing vagina. The phallus was larger than Bob’s measuring at least 19 inches, but Nicole did not seem to notice as Jessie immediately rammed the immense organ into her, in one quick motion. But he was unable to get the entire phallus into the small orifice, especially since it was still contracting in violent spasms.
He pushed again using pure brute strength and managed to slowly force another painful inch of the phallus into her. Nicole moaned as the immense phallus filled her to the brim. But she was still caught helplessly in the throes of the multiple orgasms and the full discomfort did not register completely in her feverish state of arousal. Stretched to its new limits, the immense organ immediately triggered a fresh wave of pleasure in her Vagina and Jessie proceeded to pound Nicole to the bone. Copious amounts of Bob’s semen were now squeezed out of Nicole’s vagina trickling freely down her crack and
Jessie could feel his organ slipping and sliding wetly in and out of the tightly convulsing walls of her vagina.
Nicole shook her head in helpless despair as another convulsive spasm of pleasure engulfed her. Each wave of pleasure was replaced by another higher wave of greater intensity and Nicole thought that her convulsing vagina would turn itself inside out. There was no end in sight as Jessie increased the tempo of each thrust, pounding her like a mad man.
Nicole’s eyes were glazed, her mouth dry and pouted and the creamy white complexion of her face was now flushed and red from her extended orgasm. Jessie looked down and was frustrated to note that despite his best efforts, almost a full inch of his fully erect phallus still lay outside the moist inviting confines of Nicole’s pussy. While she was still in a feverish state of arousal, he sensed that her climax was nearing its end as the convulsions of her vagina walls diminished in intensity and frequency. Seizing on this opportunity, he grasped her sweat slick thighs and repositioned himself before placing the full weight of his bulk between her legs.
It worked as the small the entire immense phallus disappeared completely into Nicole’s vagina. He stopped his pounding staying a few seconds completely embedded within her warm tight confines, never had he experienced such physical enjoyment and he wanted the moment to last for ever.
Tears of pain clouded Nicole’s eyes as her vagina was stretched beyond its physical limits. She had expected the ripping pain to bring the climax to a blissful end. Instead, her disobedient body appeared to delight in the new sensation. As Jessie resumed his pounding, he was now able to ram the entire phallus completely into her. For Nicole, each thrust provoked a fiery ripping pain in her loins which was strangely erotic, blurring the threshold between pain and pleasure.
Just as she thought that she had experienced the final stages of her last orgasm, the sheer size of Jessie’s organ triggered a final wave of unwanted pleasure. The liquid fire in her loins spread quickly. Her back arched again convulsively, with fist clenched and nipples fully erect and trusted upward, Nicole finally gave in hopelessly to the inevitable. As Jessie intensified his pounding, bolts of electricity engulfed Nicole and the final wave of orgasm gripped every muscle in her body. Seized by the final convulsions, Nicole’s body lifted in a quick succession of violent spasms almost entirely of the bed.
The final wave completely drained Nicole’s already tired and battered body of its reserves, overwhelming her senses. At long last, she slipped into blissful oblivion as her exhausted mind and body shut down completely. It was just as well as it took Jessie another hour before he shot his load into her.
Some hours later Nicole woken into a pain filled world. Her whole body was caked in dried semen and cum, and the bed sheets stuck to her back. She was curled up in a fetal position and her body was covered in red marks. Her vagina was red and sore and her pubic hair was caked in a yellow scummy discharge. Neither Bob nor Jessie was present, but they had placed the new key to her apartment on the pillow, with a note stating “Receipt for full payment of this months rental”.
-The End-
Truth or dare
Tuesday, February 19th, 2008 By: Monica
Around Christmas time the spirit and the mood is perfect to organize these little private evenings with your friends . You know what I mean , you invite around 4 to 8 people , and you play some funny but mostly naughty games , like there is strip poker and spin the bottle , and let’s not forget , the most favorite game all time : Truth or dare ! Who hasn’t played that before ? Having to tell the truth to those annoying private question , confessing to your best friends , or dare something , to prove you are not a chicken ? Yes , I guessed so , we all know what I am talking about . These games are most fun when the weather sucks , raining or snowing , wind blowing hard , so mostly we play these kind of games with friends on the winter evenings . And last year would be not different . So me and my partner , his name is Erik , invited 2 other couples to come on over that evening . It wasn’t raining outside but it was cold , very cold , the wind blowing through your clothes . We took care of the drinks and the snacks and around 6 in the evening they arrived . The evening always starts with drinks and snacks , talking to each other , getting comfortable . Mostly a few drinks later the first game starts . We decided to start the evening with playing truth or dare .
We took place in the couches in our living room , nice and comfy , the lights dimmed , music playing softly in the background . Yes , the mood was set .
Me and some friends are playing truth or dare . And when it’s my turn I say “dare” . And they dare me to be a real prostitute for one evening . So I really have to dress like a whore , go out on the street and give men sex for money . I wasn’t allowed to take any money with my when I went out on the streets and I had to show them how much I earned to prove it . First I was having doubts about it but after a while I decide to take the bet . The next day I get ready to start my day as a real prostitute . I put on this very short black skirt , a string , black thigh high stockings , no bra , a very short tank top showing lots a cleavage and nice latex boots that reach just above my knees . I am wearing lots a make-up . When I look at myself in the mirror I am surprised . What I see is a real cheap whore . The next thing I do is get out on the streets . My friends dropped me off at a whore neighborhood . So there I was , leaning against a wall in a street where all the prostitutes were walking and trying to get some clients . I was really nervous . It was pretty cold too . After an hour a car stops in front of me and he opens his window . He signs for me to come to his car and so I do . He was a normal looking guy , somewhere age 38 and he asked me how much for a blowjob . I told him 30 dollars . I really did not know how much I should ask . He nodded and opened the door and I got in his car as we left . A few seconds later he tells me to open his pants and suck him off . I looked surprised and said : ” Now ? ” He told me : ” Off course , come on , what are you waiting for ! ” . So I opened his pants and moved my hands into his pants to get his cock out . It was not hard yet . I looked at his cock , nervous . Suddenly I felt his hand grabbing my head as he pushed me on his cock fast . ” Suck it off bitch ! ” He said . I started to suck him off , feeling his cock harden inside my mouth . He kept holding my head down while I sucked on his dick . I was very nervous because he was still driving the car . After a while I felt his cum shooting inside my mouth as I had to swallow it all . “Yeah slut , swallow it ” . It felt disgusting actually . He gave me the money and dropped me off at the same place where he picked me up . So there I was again , back on the streets with my first money earned as a whore . My mouth still tasting like the cum he just shot inside . I was hoping my friends would pick me up soon so I could go and shower . But the night wasn’t over yet . Again a car stopped and I went to him . The man told me to get in the car and I did because he said he would pay me whatever I wanted . This sounded interesting . He drove to a dark alley and we got out of the car and he leads me into and old building . There was an old mattress on the floor . He started to move his hands all over my body as he kissed me . I guess he was around age 44 . He ripped down my skirt and panties and pushed me down on the mattress . ” Spread those legs you slut ” . I opened my legs fast . “Yeah I am gonna fuck you , you little bitch ” . I was scared now . He unzipped his pants and took them off , together with his underwear . While he sat down in front of me he grabbed the edges of my thong and ripped it off fast . He got in between my legs and pushed his cock fast inside me . Got this hurted cause my pussy was very dry . I let go a loud scream . His hand slapped me in the face as he said : Shut up and take this you fucking whore ! . He started to fuck me brutally . My back was moving up and down the old mattress each time he pushed his cock deep inside me . He was moaning and sweating and calling me all kinda names . Sweat started to drip onto my body from his head . I felt so slutty and humiliated . He kept fucking me hard till he came inside me . He got up and threw some money to me . ” There you go slut , seek your way home ” . And he left me there . Damn what a situation . I tried to look decent again , but looking as a whore , decent isn’t really the right word . So I got out off the building and starting walking again , finding my way back to that hooker street .
I arrived and placed myself against a wall and I looked on my watch , it was about 3 hours ago when my friends left me here . I was wondering when they were going to return cause I really wanted to get home quick . 40 more minutes went by till I decided to go home on foot . I didn’t care it was a 20 minute walk cause I just wanted to be at a safe home so I started walking . About half way my trip a car stops next to me and opens his window . I look to the car and ooh my god I was so ashamed to see somebody who lives in my street . ‘Is that you Amanda ?’ . I started walking faster , the car speeds up . ‘It is you , what are you doing here , come step into my car , I’ll take you home’ . So I stepped into his car . This man , married , 2 kids , almost 40 years old started driving as I was so ashamed , I didn’t even dared to say something . He kept looking at me , staring at my legs , up to my cleavage . ‘What where you doing out there if I may ask , Amanda ? ‘ . ‘Uhm , nothing Sir’ . He smiled because he knew I wasn’t just out for a walk or something . This guy lives in an apartment close to us , an apartment with an underground garage . Suddenly he drives down the underground garage and pushes the button to close the gate after we drove in . I looked at him wondering why he done that . ‘Well Amanda , I am gonna do you a favor by telling nobody about this little incident , but you gonna do me a favor too off course’ . The bastard , I could smack him in his face right that moment . ‘So why don’t you get out of the car with me and bend your little ass over on the hood of the car’ . I got out and I walked to the hood of the car , bending over , resting my chest on the hood as I looked at him , and still sitting in his car . He opened his door and walked towards me . As he is standing behind me he lifts up my skirt , putting it around my hips . I was panty less cause I left them behind in the old building because they were ripped . He smacked on my ass and laughed . I heard how he unzipped his pants , dropping them down . He placed his already hard cock against my pussy and slowly slid it inside , still wet from the previous sexual harassment . He started moaning , moving in and out as he grabbed my hips to pull his cock deeper inside me . This fucking asshole wasn’t gonna get away with this that easy and I slowly started to scratch his hood with the rings on my finger while he didn’t notice it . He kept on fucking my pussy , pulling hard on my hips . He must have been out off sex for months because he was surely taking his time for this . His pace started to quicken and I felt he was gonna cum . And just when he was gonna cum the bastard got his cock out and blew his wad all over my back . My skirt and tank top , soaked in cum by this fucker ! I was boiling inside . I would smack his face if I didn’t know better . ‘Ooh sweetie you were good , but I gotta go now , my wife is waiting with dinner , see you Amanda ! ‘ , and he left off .
There I was again , trying to remove his stinking cum and walking back to my home . When I arrived , my friends were waiting in the living room . I walked in , their mouths dropped open when I threw the money on the table . ‘ Oooh my god Amanda , don’t tell us you really did it ! ‘ . I looked at them and asked them what the meant . ‘ It was all a joke , we dropped you off , and we drove a block to pick you back up and tell you it was just a joke to see how far you would go . But when we got back you were already gone , we been looking for you ‘ . I was shocked and said : ‘ I think I gotta throw up’ , and I ran to the bathroom
After a very humiliating day we decided to not play this game for a while they still couldn’t believe I really done it . My luck that my partner and I are into swinging so he didn’t really got mad over this . But still , an experience not to happen again if it was for me .
I hope you enjoyed reading this story . Mail me ( monica_free2xxx@yahoo.com )anytime if you want to get in contact with me
Public property
Monday, February 18th, 2008 By: Monica
For my 25th birthday, my friends had a special surprise for me. Together with my partner Edwin, they had arranged something.. Something they called ‘The day you will never forget.’ I was so curious but they wouldn’t tell me what it was all about.
The only thing they told me was to wear something sexy. The evening before I turned 25, Edwin gave me a little hint. He told me it had something to do with a fantasy of mine that I had yet to satisfy. But because I have so many fantasies, it was still a big riddle for me.
A car was waiting in front of our house. I walked towards the car while Edwin locked the front door. Steve was waiting in the car. I stepped into the car and took a place on the backseat while Edwin got on the passenger seat next to Steve. I had no idea where we were going.
The lights of the city were reflecting on the windows of the car. There were people walking outside, people also not knowing where these two men were taking me. The car stopped in front of a house. I had never been in this region of the city so I didn’t know who lived there. After I got out of the car my two chaperones guided me toward the front door. Steve got keys out off his pocket and opened the front door. He pushed it open and let us in. Steve closed the door behind us.
I was so curious what this was all about, but I didn’t say a thing, keeping so many questions to myself . They guided me upstairs and stopped at a door. I heard music coming from behind that door.
‘Is somebody here?’ I asked.
‘No, I forgot to turn off the radio before I left.’ Steve explained, smiling.
Edwin opened the door and told me to wait inside for them, telling me they would be there soon but had to do something first. I walked into the room and looked around. Edwin closed the door behind me.
It was a small room, the walls covered by hundreds of pictures of pin-ups, posters from porn magazines in positions from the Kamasutra. ‘What the fuck is this place?’ I thought. ‘I wonder who this house belongs to.’
Turning around when I heard the door open, I saw Edwin walking towards me holding a black blindfold. He told me to turn around and he blindfolded me. After that he turned me around and laughed, ‘You are going to love this sweetie!’ I heard a light switch click and could not see a thing anymore.
I heard some foot steps and some whispering. My curiosity was burning by now. Suddenly I felt somebody unbutton my jeans . Slowly, they were tugged down and I had to step out of my jeans. This was followed by somebody who guiding my arms up and then pulling my halter top up and slipped it over my head.
‘Who is this?’ I asked.
Nobody spoke. It was very silent in the room. I felt somebody unhooking my bra and as it dropped to the floor, I covered my breasts with my hands. The only thing I was wearing by now was my thong, thigh high stockings and boots. I was picturing myself blindfolded and mostly naked. The only thing my face was showing were my red painted lips, the rest being covered by the blindfold.
So far I had felt two hands roaming over my body and undressing me but suddenly they doubled in number and became four hands . I could feel how these hands were roaming over my breasts and over my ass, slowly sliding around over my thighs and between my legs, running over the fabric of my thong . These hands must have been the hands of Steven and Edwin.
Suddenly, I felt a cold object against my back: a glass. The hands continued to run all over my body, turning me on by their touching as I was standing there in the middle of the room still blindfolded. The glass was pushed harder against my back, it was so cold .
Shivering for a moment, I said, ‘Who is doing that?’
From somewhere in the background I heard somebody laughing and suddenly a voice that didn’t belong to Edwin or Steve said, ‘Your favorite bartender, sweetie. Don’t worry, I just brought you something to drink.’ He placed the glass at my lips and slowly I sipped. It was whisky. I swallowed more of that disgusting drink as he lifted the glass, making me drink it all, till the glass was empty.
I licked my lips with my tongue finishing just before a mouth kissed me passionately while hands continued caressing me all over.
‘You have got such a nice ass,’ a strange voice said. ‘So soft, white and tight. May I bite?’
I laughed and answered, ‘Do what you want and ask me nothing. But there is one thing I want to know, how many people are here in this room?’
‘Easy sweetie, another voice said behind my shoulders. I felt how his tongue was kissing my spine. The image I had now was even more exciting than before – blindfolded, half naked, five men around me licking and caressing me to set my body on fire. I was standing in the middle of the room, all attention on me and they could do to me what they wanted. I didn’t hear any voices anymore for a while, except moaning and heavy breathing.
Slowly I felt a hand move my thong aside and ran a finger down my slit . I was soaking wet and he noticed that, making it easy for him to slip a finger inside my pussy. While he moved his finger into my pussy, I felt this unexpected heat inside me and I knew that by now, my body had taken over control from my brains. I surrendered to their touches and felt this burning desire to know who they were and what they look liked. His finger was moving inside me, causing me to tremble on my legs while other hands were rubbing my breasts, a mouth sucking on my nipples and some tongue sliding over my ass. I could feel an orgasm building up inside me , my body starting trembling . A second finger was inserted in my soaking pussy and the guy started moving his fingers faster and harder inside me , sliding in and out . Trusting them deep into my cunt . I exploded , screaming my orgasm out loud , my hips bucking , my stomach and pussy tightening around his two fingers as my nipples were racing outward as each wave of pleasure rode to my toes and my hair . I was being touched and kissed everywhere, and I loved it. Somebody slipped my thong off and I was almost fully naked now, only wearing my boots and thigh high stockings.
‘Enough,’ Edwin finally said. ‘Now its time for the real surprise.’
Still trembling in excitement, I wondered aloud ‘What is it?’
I could hear Edwin smiling, ‘Don’t be afraid , now we are going to play another game.’
He took my hand and I was guided into another room. I felt somebody remove my blindfold. After a few seconds I could see a few silhouettes were standing in a dark room, the room only lightened by three candles that were standing on the floor. There were five men in the room, all covered by masks so I could not recognize them. The only other thing that was in the room was a round table set in the middle of the room, surrounded by chairs.
One of the guys sat down. He had a dark skinned muscled body, with long curled hair that reached his shoulders. Another guy slapped on the table, ‘ Come baby, take a seat here. ‘I walked to the table and crawled on top of it , taking place with my legs open, the heels of my boots priming in the wood of the table. Somebody came closer and took place on a chair right in front of my crotch and holding a candle close so everybody could clearly see my fresh shaven pussy, he commanded me ‘Masturbate now!’
Slowly I laid my hand on my pussy and started playing with myself. My fingers were running over my clit while somebody walked behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. Then he grabbed my arms pulling my hands away from my pussy and moved my arms above my head as he made me lay down fully on my back on the table. My head was not laying on the table it was tilted backwards over the edge. All I could see was a cock swinging in front of my face, upside down. Somebody grabbed me by the legs and I felt a cock slipped into my pussy. A slight moan escaped my lips. The guy started fucking me gently. The other guy who was standing behind me, slipped his cock into my mouth and started to fuck my mouth. Because I was lying down like this, it was easy for him to slip his cock deep down my throat. The guy who was fucking me started to pick up the pace while the three other guys were jerking off around me.
My mouth was being fucked hard and fast till that guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and many jets of thick cum ran over my face, into my hair. Another guy took his place and shoved his hard cock inside my mouth while the cum was running down my face without any time for me to recover. I was grabbed by my hair and he pushed his cock all the way down my throat, making me gag while that other cock was slamming hard into my cunt. He pulled his cock back out of my throat as my saliva slid from my mouth… I was spitting it all out before he slipped his cock into my mouth again. The masked guy who was fucking my pussy started moaning louder and louder and blew his sperm inside my pussy. At the same moment as he blew his wad inside me I felt my pussy contracting and a second orgasm flew through my body , tightening around his shaft , squeezing every drop of cum from his balls . It was my second orgasm and something told me it wasn’t going to be my last . After he pulled his cock out, I could feel the warm cum streaming down my thighs. Moments later, his cock was replaced by another cock and this went on till the early morning .
Finally, when each of the masked lovers had blown their hot salty cum inside my pussy or in my mouth or even all over my face and my body as often as they could manage, I was allowed to relax . I was giving a moment to recover, without a nice hard one being thrust inside me or jammed into some opening. I recognized Edwin’s voice when he told me three men had left the room and were cleaning themselves a bit before heading back home. By now Edwin had removed his mask .
Although I thought I was dying to know each of them, in a way , the mystery of now knowing them made the whole experience even sexier and erotic . Steve had been the fourth of the men who had taken me that evening and he gave Edwin the keys to the house promising that he would come back tomorrow to clean everything up. He thanked me for the fantastic evening and kissed me on the forehead, telling me in a whisper what a hot fuck I was and how lucky Edwin was. He left and closed the door behind him.
My pussy was aching and the fluids were leaking freely onto my thighs and on the tabletop. My mouth and jaw muscles were sore and tired from sucking and milking each cock that was given to me by those masked men. My arms and hands were even sore as I had joined my masked lovers in stroking any penis which was not inside me at that moment. My back was sore from being banged and fucked, rubbing over the hard wood on the hard table for so long and my ass, my buttocks were bruised from humping up and down on the table top .
I had orgasm so often and so powerfully that I was completely exhausted. I must have looked like a real bukkake slut with all the cum on my face and all over my breasts and stomach and on my legs, my thighs and in my hair. I looked at Edwin with a huge satisfied smile on his face . He walked towards me and picked me up from the table and carried me to another room with an unmade bed. He laid me down on the bed and he went to turn a light on next to the bed, I stopped him saying,’ I don’t want to know what the room looks like. I love the mystery of not knowing what this place really is like.’ He went and fetched a candle from the other room and used it to light the bathroom as he started the water running.
I was laying there in the dark, reliving every touch, each caress, the differences between those cocks that had used my well-loved pussy, some cocks long and thin, others so thick they stretched my pussy so far and touched every nerve on the walls of my slick cunt and in my mouth. After a few minutes Edwin returned and picked me up again to carry my to the tub in the bathroom. I was happy he carried me because I was not sure I was able to walk anymore. My legs were feeling numb and my body was exhausted. He placed me in the steaming water with his strong arms. For a man who had been watching four other men thrusting and pounding away at my aching sex slit and using me, he could be very gentle. It was the gentleness I experienced now as he sponged my tender body clean of all the evidence of tonight’s surprise. He put shampoo on my hair and, pulling down the showerhead that was on a long hose, wet my hair and slowly began to massage my scalp and work the cleanser through my shoulder length tresses. He rinsed and repeated the process until my hair was cleaned from all the cum that had been blasted onto it earlier.
Meanwhile I grabbed a big sponge and begun scrubbing the hardened sperm from my arms and my breasts. When he was finished my hair, he soaped his hands and washed my face and neck and as he rinsed the soap from my skin he kissed each area softly, my forehead, my eyes, the tip of my nose and each cheek. He avoided my mouth for now and nibbled at my ears and down my neck. He took the sponge from me and laying it aside, lathered the soap onto his hands. He then began to clean my tummy and my hips, thighs and calves and then my feet. Knowing how much I love my feet rubbed, Edwin took his time and cleaned every toe and rubbed my soles and massaged the arches just the way I like. As he rinsed each foot with the water from the showerhead, he took my feet and kissed them playfully.
Continuing his cleansing massage up my calves and over my thighs he came to my ravaged pussy, which I have to admit, was wet again from all the special attention that had been giving to me. My pussy lips were red and swollen with lust as well as abuse, and sore. Ever so gentle, he washed my lips, massaging the insides every so slightly. He opened my sex and washed my insides, his soap mixing with my own juices after we had cleaned out all the dried spunk of the night. I wanted so much to ride his gentle fingers but knew the pleasure and the pain would be almost too much to bear.
Sensing my problem, he removed his fingers, taking a moment to clean all around my raw clitoris, which sent slight tremors trough my insides with a light rolling orgasm. Would I never be satisfied completely? Holding me tight against him he stood me in the tub as he stepped into the tub to join me. Weakly I stood there, trembling in his arms, naked, flesh against flesh. Then it occurred to me. He too should be cleaned before we could dress and return home. Despite my weakness, I took up the sponge.
He reached around me, releasing the plug in the tub for the cum-laden water to run away, leaving only the clean water from the showerhead running down around our feet. I sponged his face and chest, his muscular arms. I could feel his penis touching against my belly and wondered that he might have some energy left within him.
Gently I removed the sperm and my own juices from his belly and pubic hair, paying special attention to his balls. I watched his erection growing as I stroked him clean with the sponge. He too was a little sore from the scraping of my teeth when he was in my mouth and from the hard fuck he gave me after that. I wanted so much to take him into my mouth and then into my happy, tender pussy, but I knew I needed some time to relax and heal that flesh. Edwin could always read my mind and knew what I was thinking, he looked lovingly into my eyes and said ‘ It’s okay sweetie , there will be other times for us.’
His willingness to sacrifice his lustful need for my sake did me right in. I smiled, turning from him to face the shower wall and whispered ‘ Nonsense baby , I still have one place that’s not sore if you can manage it?’ Leaning forward to put my hands and face against the wall, I bent at the waist and offered my clean, but bruised ass to him. This was something we had done before , but it was something I didn’t like very much, but once a month I let him do me anal because he loved doing me that way. And I felt this was the moment to let him have his pleasure. It seemed like the perfect time.
I could feel him smiling, although I did not see his face. I could almost see him lather his now hard cock before spreading my cheeks with his hands and pressing the head of his cock against my asshole. I was so relaxed from my sexual releases of the night that it took little for the tip of his cock head to slip past my muscle ring into my ass.
Slowly he began working himself out and in until he was fully embedded through my back door. Then he began to fuck me in earnest saying: ‘God sweetie, this is so fucking good and so tight ! Your ass looks so beautiful taking my cock.’
The words grunted through my teeth as I ground down and back against him ‘I want you to feel how I loved my surprise’, and riding up and down again on his hard cock. Strength born of my lust filled my legs and I clenched inside and out as I drove myself onto Edwin’s pulsing penis. I could feel he was ready to explode. ‘I am going to fill your ass, you sweet beautiful wild woman of mine!’ he screamed while he was thrusting harder in and in again and this time holding my hips so I couldn’t move off of him, his cock buried to the hilt deep inside as his hips began to jerk with every spurt of his love juice that was flowing into my bowels.
There was a long pause as he fells exhausted against me flattening me to the wall. Then, slowly his receding dick slipped with a loud ‘plop’ from my ass to dangle between our thighs. I pushed back off of the wall and his hands automatically slid up to pinch and play with my breasts. I could only stand it for a minute before having to push his hands down ‘ Enough sweetie, enough.’
Now it felt like we were ready to head home and I must admit, they surely had surprised me .
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The driving lessons
Sunday, February 17th, 2008 By: monica
Rachel Doyle stirred drowsily in the fragrant bubble bath as the shrill ring of the alarm clock woke her from her slumber. She had fallen asleep for 20 minutes in the warm scented water and reached drowsily for the bath-tub plug to release the soapy suds and quickly shower.
The pretty 24 year old brunette was 6 months into her in-turnship with JP Morgan and was anxious to climb the corporate ladder and join the rat race in the world of investment banking. Thus far she was well on her way, with one small problem. A big part of the corporate banking world required that she mixed and mingles with the crème de le crème of society, and to fit her jet-setting Yuppie image and life-style she had to get that flashy nice car. Which meant she also had to get her driving license before she was eligible to purchase the vehicle of her dream? She had given herself 3 months to pass the test, but after 9 frustrating months and 5 failed attempts she was fast becoming desperate. It did not help that her colleagues were all asking when they could take a spin in her hot rod. Thus far she had avoided the question tactfully, and no one safe for Jenny, her chubby and rotund best friend and flat mate, knew of her predicament. But she could not hide the truth indefinitely.
Jenny had finally recommended her current Driving Instructor, Mr. Crivelli. Reputed as the best Driving Instructor this side of town, 10 lessons with this driving Guru would guarantee her the driving license she so badly needed. The only problem was that Crivelli’s schedule was completely full for the next 3 months. It seemed there was an overwhelming demand for his services. The grumpy old instructor had even refused to meet her, so Rachel’s only chance was to catch him on a Saturday afternoon at the end of Jenny’s driving lesson, when he dropped Jenny at the porch of their apartment. Jenny had hinted that Crivelli had a fondness for “pretty young things”, and it was no secret in the office that Rachel was a natural head turner. Her long jet black hair, willowy figure and milky white complexion had earned her the nick name “Snow White” and she was constantly at the receiving end of unwanted male attention. Rachel made full use of her stunning beauty in the office and she was confident that she would also have Crivelli eating out of her hands, all she needed was an opening which Jenny had provided.
Toweling herself dry, she stopped at the full length mirror to admire her long graceful limbs, full firm breasts, flawless ivory white complexion and 23 inch waist. Those were a lethal combination of assets that had served her well in the past. She quickly slipped on her white bra and panties. It was a hot summer afternoon and she chose a low cut black mini skirt, and a white blouse which hugged the contours of her supple figure. Her watch showed 2.59PM as she waited in the front porch for Jenny to pull-up. After what seemed like 5 minutes a black dirty Volkswagen slowly pulled-up.
As Jenny turned the engine off, Rachel walked quickly to the waiting car. Rachel’s first glimpse of Crivelli fitted the mental image she had of him from their phone conversation and Jenny’s description. He was a fat balding bespectacled Italian man in his fifties with a thick black beard. Rachel could hear Jenny engaged with him in an argument…
Crivelli: “No, no, I don’t have time to meet your friend today I already said my schedule is full for another 3 months”
Jenny: “Its ok Mr. Crivelli, Rachel only wants to say hi, and you will find she is very attractive and pleasant.’
Rachel guessed she would have to make her entrance now, she quickly walked over to the passenger’s side and smiled brightly: “Oh Mr. Crivelli it is so nice to finally meet you, and Jenny was not exaggerating when she said you were a rugged and handsome young man,
I am Rachel, we spoke briefly…..”
Crivelli paused in mid-sentence, taken by surprise. He was running late for his next appointment and was anxious to get rid of his final student for the afternoon. But this fat, obese student had refused to vacate the driver’s seat insisting that he meet her friend. He had neither the time nor the desire to meet more fat ugly women and as Rachel intervened he turned crossly to face her intending to brush her off.
However the sight that befell his eyes was totally unexpected. Standing by the window of the passenger seat was a stunning brunette beauty with jet black long flowing hair and a model’s long lithe supple figure. Temporarily unsettled, he began again.
Crivelli:”Yes Ms Doyle was it not……but I cannot meet you today…I have another appointment in 10 minutes time at Spencer Street…”
Rachel moved closer and rested her arm on the side-window, allowing Crivelli to peer down the creamy white cleavage nestled snugly in her blouse.
Rachel:”Oh I only need a ride to Spencer Street Station……that’s on your way is it not….. It is such a hot day and I have not been able to call a cab so far…”
Crivelli said reluctantly : “Ok, but I take you only to the station, that’s all, get in, and I have not fixed the air-conditioning yet so it will be warm in the car.”
Jenny gave Rachel a quick wink and squeeze on her shoulder as Crivelli moved to the drivers seat; “Good luck, make the most of your opening, you only have about 20 minutes, that’s how far Spencer Street Station is from here.”
As Rachel climbed into the car, she already felt the oven like heat that had accumulated in the small interior. Crivelli himself was perspiring and she detected a foul stale odor in the car. But she was not deterred. They drove in silence for a minute, Crivelli’s bedside manners left much to be desired, Rachel thought to her self.
Rachel: “So Mr. Crivelli the weekend is here, what do you do on Saturday nights?”
Crivelli: “I teach driving, Jenny was last student today.”
Rachel: “But I thought you said you had another lesson at Spencer Street?”
Crivelli: “No I did not, do you not have ears, and I said I have an appointment.”
Rachel: “Oh I am sorry, who are you meeting?”
Crivelli: “All these questions, why all these questions, you get out at Spencer Street Station.”
Crivelli was determined not to submit to the charms of this alluring young beauty. He knew girls like this one, they always had a hidden agenda but Rachel would be disappointed today, he was not a push over.
This one would be a challenge, Rachel thought, as she looked at her watch. 5 minutes had passed and she was making no progress with Crivelli. This was a first for her as she was used to having her way with all the office lads. And the stifling heat in the car also did not help. Already she felt her blouse clinging to her as beads of perspiration broke collected on her moist skin.
She crossed her long lithe legs, pulling the min further up to reveal creamy smooth skin of her inner thighs. Crivelli tried to ignore the tantalizing vision seated next to him, fighting the impulse to reach out and run his hands along the ivory white sweet flesh .
Rachel: “This is such hot weather we are having, I feel so hot and damp all over, don’t you Mr. Crivelli?”
Crivelli: “I already said the air-conditioning is not working, that’s why I am headed to Spencer Street to my nephew’s car workshop there to get it fixed, your fat friend Jenny was also complaining the whole hour.”
Rachel: “Oh is that where you are going, wait, and just let me get the windows lower down…”
She leaned across Crivelli and started winding down the window on the drivers seat, making sure that her soft firm bosoms made contact with his arms. Crivelli flinched as he felt her supple breasts pressing gently against his arms. This lass was young, perhaps no more than 23-24 years old. She must have had a bubble bath as her fresh sweet scent filled the small confines of the car. In spite of himself, he felt breathless.
Rachel: “There, that’s a little better, I love the feel of the breeze on my skin…it gives me goose bumps.”
Crivelli did not answer. Through the side of his eyes he noted how her tight fitting white blouse hugged every contour of her lithe body, accentuating her soft firm breasts. The blouse was so body hugging that he could see the faint outline of her nipple through the sheer material.
Rachel: “Do you know that I find older men very sexually alluring? They have a confidence that other younger more immature men lack….”
Crivelli answered uncertainly; “Really?”
Rachel smiled and gave a long black hair a toss; “Yes, only older men know how to make a girl feel like a woman.”
Crivelli remained silent and she continued; “You are so good with your hands, especially when you change gears, such strong masculine hands, its no wonder you are such a good instructor. It’s really a pity you cannot accommodate me earlier in your driving schedule”
Crivelli impatiently replied: “We have discussed this before, I can only take you in 3 months, there are others waiting in line and it’s not fair to them. Besides there are other instructors in town”
Rachel sounded disappointed: “Yes, but none of them are like you. I have failed the practical portion of the test 4 times already and I simply need the license to get a car.”
Crivelli smiled: ” Yes, I have a 98% success rate, I have been teaching for more than 20 years and was previously a tester at the school, infact I even helped them to design the current test procedures, so it’s no surprise that I can beat them at their own game. But as I said you will have to wait.”
So that was why he was so good, Rachel thought, the old man used to be a tester and designed their current system. She had to close this deal successfully at any costs, the stakes had just been raised. She edged closer to Crivelli and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing the white lacy bra caressing her supple breasts.
Rachel: “Well surely we can keep the dialogue open, I am in urgent need of your services, and I simply have to pass my next driving test in 1 month’s time. My job requires that I own and drive a car, so I really will do anything, anything at all if you can just help me out.”
Thoughts were racing through Crivelli’s mind, he was a lonely old bachelor with hardly any money and even less physical charm. He knew that even average women would not wish to spend time with him, let alone stunning young beauties like Rachel. So this represented an opportunity of a life time for him, and he had to make the most of it. What had started out as an irritating pimple was now seen as a golden opportunity.
Crivelli: “Well, what exactly did you have in mind young lady? I am all ears.”
Rachel: “Oh that’s really for you to decide, but I can pay double hourly rates, money is not a problem….”
Crivelli: “Paah…I make enough to live a simple life, I don’t need your money……surely you have more to offer?” He smiled suggestively at Rachel revealing an uneven row of yellow nicotine stained teeth which sent shivers up her spine.
Rachel: “Well if increasing your fees is not what you have in mind, we can explore other options.” As much as he repulsed her, Rachel realized she had to play his little game and keep the dialogue open.
Crivelli: “Well I am a lonely old man, it’s not every day that I get to spend some quality time with a lovely young princess like you. Why don’t you join me and my nephew at the garage for a nice dinner, let us find out more about you?” He smiled suggestively.
Rachel hesitated. She had always used her body as a tool for negotiation, but she was also always smart enough to ensure she controlled the course of negotiations. The thought of spending even an additional minute with this disgusting old fart was revolting enough, let alone an entire evening. But she realized she had little choice, he had her where he wanted her.
It had been almost twenty minutes in the car and as Spencer Street Station came into view, she realized with a shock she had to decide now.
Crivelli: “Well Rachel, here is where you get-off. I will see you perhaps in 3 months, unless you wish to join us for dinner?”
Crivelli eased off on the accelerator, he knew he had to give her more time and encouragement; “The failure rates for the driving tests have been on the increase recently as they are tightening up on road safety protocols. There are some new procedures I designed… which will give you the edge.” He studied her face and noted the indecision written on it. Will she bite?
Finally with a hint of resignation Rachel replied: “I suppose a harmless dinner with you and your nephew would be a good idea.”
Crivelli’s heart raced, he was a step closer to his ultimate objective. As he steered the car away from the station his devious mind began working out a strategy that would place him in a dominant position of negotiation over this brazen young lass.
Another twenty minutes of driving brought them into the less fashionable part of town. Crivelli had been more silent then usual in the last 10 minutes. Rachel had never ventured into this dark foreboding slum area and a wave of apprehension swept over her as
Mr. Crivelli drove still further on. Rachel suddenly realized that she may have made an error in judgment, here she was in a car driven by a man who was virtually a total stranger to her, driving to an undisclosed location to meet yet another unknown stranger. But it was too late to change her mind and she would have to see this game to its final conclusion.
Rachel: “Er.. How far more do we have to go before we reach the garage,” she asked nervously.
Crivelli: “Just another 5 minutes drive, and we will be ay Joey’s garage. It’s not exactly a classy joint that a broad like you is used to, but you can get used to it.”
It was close to 4.30PM when they finally pulled into the entrance of a grungy looking, dilapidated single story building. Several cars were parked at the entrance, some with their bonnets raised in obvious stages of repair. Without a second glance at her Crivelli killed the engine and got out.
It was only then that Rachel realized Crivelli had been sitting on a stack of cushions. The old lecher was actually quite short, almost a midget. Rachel got out of the car and hesitantly followed him into the shadowy interior of the garage. She was not very tall, weighing in at 100, measuring 34C-25-35 and standing 5′4, but as she followed him she noticed in amusement that his balding head barely drew level with her shoulders.
The garage was small and dirty, the unpleasant scent of engine grease, petrol and paint filled her nostrils. The floor was covered by a thick layer of dirt and oil, and there was dust every where. She tried not to touch anything and stayed in the center of the garage.
Crivelli: “Hey Joey, where the fuck are you, I brought a little present for you.”
A fat bald man in greasy mechanic’s overalls appeared from a room in the back. He was in his late thirties and immediately sported her.
Joey: “Well, well, well look what the cat brought in, my this is a nice little piece of equipment.” He openly leered.
Rachel could feel the hairs rising on the back of her neck as she felt his leering eyes wondering over her body.
Crivelli: “Ah yes, this is my latest potential prodigy, Rachel. I brought her along so we could discuss some business matters.”
Rachel put on her best social graces and extended her hand: “How do you do Joey”
Joey immediately grabbed her hand and she tried not to notice that his hands were smeared with axle grease and oil.
Joey: “Yeah Rachel, you can do business with me any day, or night.” He openly leered. “We don’t get many of your high society kind here so do make yourself right at home.”
Crivelli: “Well you can put your tongue back in your mouth and come take a look at the car, the air-conditioning system is busted again.”
Joey reluctantly left Rachel’s side (much to her relief) and wondered over to the Volkswagen. As Joey and Crivelli engaged in discussions, Rachel reviewed her strategy plan. She did not know who disgusted her more, Joey or Crivelli, but Joey was now an added obstacle. She needed to have one on one time with Crivelli. She already knew that he was turned on by her, but even the mere thought of physical contact with him was physically revolting to her.
Crivelli returned and said: “Well tonight’s dinner will have to wait awhile yet, Joey took a look at the car and he needs to hope over to his supplier to pick up some spare parts to do the job, he should be back within the hour.’
Rachel: “Oh? But I was hoping to have an early dinner as I have an engagement later this evening.”
Crivelli: “He won’t be too long dearer, in the mean time we can get to know each other a little closer er? Are you still serious about taking lessons with me?”
Rachel: “Of cause, yes I suppose now is a good moment to discuss business.”
Crivelli: “It is dirty and smelly in the garage, come with me to the back-office, it is more comfortable.”
He led Rachel into an adjoining office that was just as dirty as the garage. There was an office table with left over pizza piled in the middle, assortment of car magazines and quite a few porn material also. Crivelli sank into the worn leather chair behind the table, but Rachel was anxious to close the deal and remained standing.
Rachel: “I would like to cut straight to the point, basically I need to get my license by end of this month, which is also when the next test is scheduled. I already signed up for it and paid the test fees. So it’s imperative that we start lessons as early as possible.”
Crivelli: “Whoa there little Missy, we are moving too fast. I have not even indicated I will take you as my student. And of cause there is also a 3 month waiting list. It would not be fair to the other students who have been waiting for 3 months!”
Rachel: “But I absolutely need the lessons this week!!!”
Crivelli: “And I absolutely also need to get laid tonight! You see my dear, this is not a perfect world and I think you should sit down and talk this over in a friendly amicable level.”
Rachel reverted to the softer approach. She took a sit opposite the table and crossed her long slender legs, giving Crivelli a good view of the sweet ivory white flesh of her inner thighs and the hidden pleasures that lay within. “Yes, you are right perhaps. Well, where shall we start, I have offered you higher hourly rates, but that was not the way to go, so perhaps you can elaborate on your needs…”
Crivelli: “I just did, I was serious just now, but lets start with what is practical. You skipped a few steps. Firstly, I need to know what’s in it for me if I do take you in as my student. After that, we can deliberate on whether I can squeeze you in for a lesson in 1-2 months time”
Rachel: “1-2 months time!!! That’s too late. But you do know I am in desperate need of lessons, and I will do almost anything you require, I will be a model student.”
Crivelli: “Well, would you be an obedient student who will heed every word of her instructor?” He smiled suggestively.
Rachel was aware in which direction the course of negotiations was rapidly headed towards and she realized that if she did not play her cards right, she might end up between the sheets with Crivelli (and perhaps even Joey if the deal was not closed soon). She preferred to ignore the sexual undertones of the conversation for now as the mere thought of physical contact with Crivelli was physically revolting to her.
Rachel: “Yes, of cause I will be a good student, I never had any problems with my past instructors. And I am always punctual and never late.”
Crivelli: “Good, that nice to know, but it’s not good enough. You must recognize your instructor as God and obey his every word in an unquestioning manner, can you do that?”
Rachel remained silent as she considered her options. She was running out of time and estimated that Joey would be back in 50 mins or so.
Crivelli: “You hesitate, that is not good. How can I even take you as a student let alone consider putting you in front a the waiting list. There are far more deserving students who are worthy of my time and attention.”
Reluctantly Rachel said: “Yes, I will obey your every word.”
Crivelli anxiously moved to the edge of the seat: “Are you absolutely certain Rachel?” He searched her face eagerly for consent realizing he was almost within reach of his goal.
Rachel: “I am certain, I will obey.”
Rachel was not sure why she agreed. She needed the driving license badly, but not so desperately as to even consider exposing herself to a situation which may require her to become sexually intimate with Crivelli. The mere thought of physical contact with Crivelli was physically revolting to her. But she also found herself inexplicably excited by her present predicament. Here she was in the “less trendy” side of town, in a dirty ram shackled garage alone with an old pervert who had obvious sexual designs on her. Perhaps the element of danger was itself a temptation. Whatever the reason, she felt
Compelled to explore the situation further.
Clapping his hands in glee Crivelli stood-up; “Good, then let’s do a little role play. Let’s imagine we are on our first driving lesson and we are in the car.”
Crivelli got up and motioned for Rachel to take a seat in the huge worn recline-able leather chair. It did not look very clean (like all the other things in the small office) and had patches of mould and un-identifiable stains everywhere.
Noting her hesitation, Crivelli gave the chair an encouraging pat and said : “Don’t be afraid, I guarantee it’s more comfortable then most conventional car seats. And do not be deceived by its appearance….”
The recline-able chair now seemed to have a foreboding and menacing air around it, and Rachel gingerly approached it, with some feeling of apprehension. As she sank uneasily into it, her delicate lithe frame seemed lost in its large embrace which seemed to dwarf her all the more. Her sensitive nose also detected a pungent unwashed odor which only added to its imposing façade.
Crivelli handed her the old Cardboard cover for the Pizza box; “Take the wheel. Let’s begin, you can start the ignition.”
Rachel went through the motion of turning her wrist to insert the imaginary car keys. She moved her right hand to the gear to shift to 1st gear but before she could precede further Crivelli intervened.
Crivelli: “Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder you failed your previous tests. Keep safety foremost in your mind, you forgot to adjust your rear-view mirror.”
Crivelli moved to her front and pretended to adjust the imaginary mirror. Standing over her, he had a clear view of the creamy cleavage that stood out so invitingly from her blouse. Crivelli noted that she did not have very large assets, instead, her delicate frame housed medium sized bosoms elegantly capped by. Moving closer to her he detected her alluring feminine fragrance which instantly provoked a rising urgent hardness between his legs.
Feeling suddenly breathless Crivelli fought the rising primal urge to take her there and then. In a husky voice he whispered; “You also forgot your seat belt.” He moved his hand to her lap and proceeded to fasten the imaginary seat belt. His hands strayed to briefly caress the bare flesh of her left thigh, savoring its silky smooth texture, lingering a moment longer there, before moving further up her thighs.
Rachel hurriedly cried out: “Oh dear instructor, there is a car pulling up behind me, we have to move on, I should really get the car moving.”
Crivelli seemed momentarily lost: “Huh…..oh yeah, put your foot on the gas…” he mumbled reluctantly
Rachel signed in relief, and gave her self a pat on the back for getting out of that tight spot. But she was not out of the woods yet.
Crivelli: “I have decided to conduct a mock test for this lesson.” He announced. “For every minor mistake you make, I will confiscate one item of clothing from your person. Major mistakes will cost two items”
Rachel realized the stakes had just gone up, and if she was not carefully the game would only have one possible outcome. “Wait, since this is a mock test it’s only fair that we place a 20 minute time limit on the test, and if I pass the test, that also means you will take me as your student immediately.”
Crivelli paused to consider the new offer. Twenty minutes, that was basically his window of opportunity. He was confident he could remove most of her clothing by then, but he wanted more time. “A standard test lasts 45 minutes at least, let’s do this right.”
Rachel: “ok, that means it started 5 minutes ago and we only have 40 minutes left on the clock.”
Crivelli smiled: “Well I can live with that, and since you have already made two previous errors, the seat-belt and rear mirror, I will remove your shoes first.”
Not waiting for her consent, he reached down and removed Rachel’s right shoe. Taking his time, Crivelli ran his fingers along her bare inner soles, slowly moving up towards her calves, admiring her long slender legs. He moved on to her left shoe, but she pre-empted him by quickly kicking it of her foot.
Un-phased he continued: “You may make a left turn at the next corner.”
Rachel obeyed, taking care to give the left indicator before turning the wheel.
Crivelli: “Oh dear, you forgot to look right and left to ensure there was no on-coming car before you made the turn. That’s a major safety breach, it’ll cost you two items.”
Rachel could not believe her ears: “I did look, there were no cars, I turned my head, and this is unfair.”
Crivelli: “Life’s not fair, you looked left only, you did not check for on-coming traffic from the right when you were turning into a 2 way street.”
Rachel: “You did not tell me it was a two way street.”
Crivelli: “ok, fair-enough, but you should still have checked, I’ll let you decide the 2 items to be confiscated as a compromise.”
Reluctantly Rachel handed him her watch and hair-band. Freed of the hair band, her luscious jet black hair cascaded down her shoulders, ending short of her upper back, making her look all the more ravishing. Rachel saw the gleam in Crivelli’s eyes and had anticipated this undesired effect. The last thing she wanted was to encourage him further, but she was already running out of essential items and preferred to lose the hair-band instead of her blouse or her mini. Determined not to sacrifice any other clothing items and bare any more of her body, she made up her mind to proceed carefully.
Crivelli continued: “You are now on a two way street. Please change to the left extreme lane and make a u-turn.”
Rachel made the motion of switching on the left indicator, checked her rear and side mirrors and also her blind-spot, before turning the steering wheel left. She breathed a sign of relief when Crivelli did not intervene. Her hopes rose as she also executed the u-turn flawlessly, giving Crivelli no opportunity at all. She realized that because the test and the car were all imaginary, she only had to follow the procedures in the driving manual methodically.
Crivelli was growing impatient: “You are reaching a two way junction, please make a left.”
Rachel again ran through the procedure step by step, checking rear and side mirrors before turning the imaginary wheel.
“Oh oh. “Crivelli intervened with a smirk, “you forgot to stop at the junction. That’s another major boo boo and will cost you your blouse and skirt.”
Rachel protested; “You did not say there was a stop sign that does not count.”
Crivelli: “I don’t have to, you should stop at every junction before you make a turn.”
Rachel was unwilling to lose her blouse and her skirt all at once; “That’s still not fair, I only need to slow down, not stop…..”
Crivelli: “Ok I concede you are right, but you did not even slow down, I did not see you moving your foot from the accelerator to the brake at all. I’ll compromise by taking only your blouse, that’s fair.”
Rachel realized she was caught red-handed and reluctantly unbuttoned her white blouse.
As the blouse was removed, Crivelli feasted his hungry eyes on Rachel’s creamy white shoulders, which was in stark contrast to the jet black luscious hair that partially covered it. He could just make-out her small, perfectly capped nipples through the sheer material of the white lacy bra she wore, with the rise and fall of her chest. Unable to control his primal instincts, he ran his finger tips along her neck, moving it down slowly towards her cleavage. The delicate soft region was warmer, slightly moist to the touch and he raised his finger tips to his nostrils, taking delight in her personal fragrance.
Rachel moved to brush his wondering hands away but Crivelli reminded her: “You have to be obedient my dear that means complying with all the instructors requirements, that was the understanding.”
He smiled when she responded with a look of silent rage, and continued to allow his fingers to trace the outline of her left breast. Through the thin sheer semi-transparent expensive silk fabric, he found her nipple and took hold of the sensitive tip, gently rubber and playing with it between his fingers.
Rachel wanted to proceed with the lesson, but also realized that Crivelli was loosing precious time. An estimated 15 minutes had passed and he only had approximately 30 minutes left of test time. The more time he indulged himself in this sensual exploration , the less time he would have to complete the test, increasing her chances of finishing the test with at least her skirt and undergarment on. So she decided to stoke his ego and play his game.
She leaned forward, appearing to enjoy his touch, and arched her back. Crivelli was surprised: “My, what’s come over you, do you like this? I love to see the ice princess transformed into a molten heap of larva.” Needing no further encouragement he knelt in front of her and took hold of her other breast, massaging it. Rachel could feel the hardness between his legs as he buried his nose and mouth between her breasts while his fingers moved frantically over the rest of her body.
Crivelli was lost in his sexual fantasy as he nuzzled the warm soft fragrant cleft between Rachel’s bosoms. His mouth hungrily sorts out a nipple through the silky fabric of her lacy bra. But he soon found that the bra, which had been a great turn-on, was fast becoming an irritating obstruction. With his nose still buried in her cleavage, his fingers fumbled for the hook to release the bra.
But Rachel laid a restraining hand on him. “That’s a no no Mr. Instructor, I have to make a mistake in the test first.”
Crivelli finally realized he Rachel had conned him, he looked quickly at the watch, barely 25 minutes left and snarled. Fighting to regain his composure, he was determined not to be beaten at his own game; “Very well, you can proceed down the road and take the slipway into a one-way street.”
“A one way street? This should be easy” Rachel thought. But Crivelli added: “Oh, its starting to rain.”
Rachel immediately made the motion of turning on the windshield wipers. Crivelli was silent for a moment, and then smiled at her, “There are at least two major safety procedures you skipped, you can think for awhile, but this will cost you your bra, mini and panties all at once”
Rachel was horrified, she quickly ran through the mental checklist and conceded: “Ok, maybe I should have slowed down, and I did not, but that’s only one oversight, you can have the mini and that’s all.”
Crivelli shook his head: “You missed out something else, any way failing to slow in itself is a major fault and will cost you two clothes items, so let’s have your mini and your bra.” He stretched his open hands out eagerly waiting for her to hand over her clothing.
Rachel: “Ok, but you also have to tell me what I missed out, how do I know you are not just making it up?”
Crivelli: “Quit wasting time, lose the bra first and then the mini, before we talk. Or do you need me to help you….” He sniggered and started towards her.
Alarmed by his advance Rachel quickly unhooked her white silk bra and handed it to him. Crivelli brought the silky soft material to his nose and inhaled deeply; “Mmmm, so this is what you smell like, fresh roses and lilies.” His eyes widened when he saw her firm supple breasts, each crowned delicately with a nipple.
Rachel could almost feel his eyes roaming her upper body and gave an involuntary shudder. Crivelli flung the silky bra into the growing heap of clothing lying on the dirty office floor and greedily took hold of a breast in each hand. Freed of their lacy constraints they felt softer and warmer to the touch. He took hold of each nipple between his fingers again and proceeded to gently rub them again and again, smiling in glee as he felt them partially harden between his fingers.
Rachel suddenly felt breathless. She realized with a shock that in spite of her physical revulsion of Crivelli, she too had been unconsciously swept up by the make-believe game and the underlying sexual tension. Her skin felt moist and clammy and she could hear the rapid acceleration of her heart beat. An involuntary gasp almost escaped her lips as Crivelli suddenly bent over and hungrily took her left breast and nipple in his mouth, sucking noisily on it like it was an ice-cream cone, while he continued to twiddle her right nipple between the fingers of his other hand.
Composing herself, Rachel interrupted his suckling: “What about the second item I missed out, what was it, or were you just bluffing?”
As Crivelli his head from her left breast momentarily, a slimy trail of saliva dangled from his lips to her nipple. Crevilli huskily said: “Well are you sure you want me to tell you, because if I do, that means you also lose your panties, think about it.”
He returned his focus, but now on her right breast and slowly covered the delicate soft skin around the nipple with warm wet kisses. His beard pricked and tickled the delicate area and he watched in fascination as goose bumps broke out on the sensitive skin. Again, he took hold of her now erect nipple in his mouth, covering it with warm wet saliva as he sucked and teased it to full erection, savoring the taste and texture of the soft skin in his mouth.
Rachel did not let his off: “You are bluffing, I did not miss anything else.”
Crivelli: “Your mini please” he said huskily, “we can discuss that after you hand it over, but I advise that in your own interest you do not pursue the matter.”
Standing up, she slipped out of her mini-skirt, feeling very vulnerable in her virtually naked state. Her petite slender body was now only covered by a small white lacy silk panty. She knew that the expensive material was designed to be as inconspicuous as possible clinging to her like a second skin so that it would not show through even the most body hugging skirt. But it also meant it barely covered her pubic area, following the contours of her vagina. So fine and sheer was the material that she knew Crivelli would notice the indentations on it as it molded itself to the sweet crack between her legs. Her worst fears were confirmed when she heard a sharp gasp from Crivelli. The perverted midget had his eyes wide open and glued to the area between her legs.
As his eyes took hold of Rachel’s near naked form, Crivelli could hardly contain his excitement. Eagerly he whispered: “Turn around and let’s have a good look at you.” From his experience, he knew that most women looked better with their clothes and make-up on to hide any flaws in their completely natural form. Only a rare 5% looked even better up close and naked. It was his lucky day as Rachel easily qualified in this rare top 5 percentile. Her ivory white skin was flawless and whiles she was not too tall, she was blessed with long slender arms and legs. As she turned around, he sank to his knees and allowed his eyes to slowly follow the supple contours of her bare legs, all the way until it joined with a small inviting opening that was barely visible through the sheer white silky garment.
Crivelli was in haven, on his knees he reached up to again savor the delicate curves of her breasts. But the unexplored new area between Rachel’s legs was too tantalizing. He could make out the small black patch of very fine pubic hair which was barely contained by the fabric. A single strand of hair escaped the tight lacy confines and beckoned seductively to him. Answering its call he moved his hands lower to unhook the silk garment.
Rachel: “No no, you know your own rules, tell me what I missed first before you can uncover me completely.”
Crivelli looked up: “And if I show you this is not a bluff, that you did miss another crucial safety procedure?”
Rachel: “Well that means I failed your test and we can terminate the lesson.” She conceded reluctantly.
Clasping and unclasping his hands impatiently, rage filled Crivelli, his eager fingers came within a hair’s breath making heavenly contact, separated only by a small thin material.
He knew he had an ace in the bag. Rachel had forgotten to also turn-on her headlights to improve visibility during a shower. The problem was that once he told her this, she would have failed the test (he would have removed the last article of her clothing)., and Crivelli did not want the test to end now, especially just when it was getting interesting. He needed time to search for a new solution, but he also wanted so badly to simply rip the flimsy silk material away.
As she was still standing up, he motioned for her to place her left feet on the office table. When she did not comply he said: “This is still within the rules, the panties stay on for now.” Reluctantly Rachel lifted her left feet onto the table. She knew this would give the perverted midget better access to explore the sensitive area between her legs, and it also stretched the already thin silk fabric, more tightly against her vagina.
For the moment he had to be contented with exploring the outlines of the delicate small crevice between her legs through this thin silky and annoying material. Gently, his fingers traced the dip in the fine fabric which marked the entrance to Rachel’s vagina, familiarizing them selves with its width, length and depth much like a blind man would examine a fine object of art. Not content to linger at the outer edges, Crivelli’s fingers found the area where the white silky material appeared to almost hug the inner entrance of Rachel’s vagina, and moved around that region in a circular motion to increase its outline and indentation. Locating the center region where the dip in the silky fabric was the greatest, Crivelli applied gentle pressure with index finger and gently encouraged a little more of the silky fabric to dip further into this nether region.
Crivelli found it erotic that only the thin silky barrier separated the hostile elements of the outer world from intruding into Rachel’s moist interior. As his finger lingered in this nether region between heaven and earth, he could almost feel the warm moist heat that radiated from Rachel’s crevice through the silky walls of her panties. Unable to resist, he moved his face to within a few short inches of the entrance. At such close proximity, he was able to detect a faint whiff of her natural intimate scent that filtered through the semi-porous walls of the silk fabric, from deep within her moist interior. It was a delicious scent and for a moment he desperately fought to control the primal urge to bury his nose in the crevice.
As he continued to probe the delicate orifice, Crivelli realized that he was able to get more of the silky fabric into the fine crack. He smiled as a nasty idea entered his head. Momentarily his hands moved away and took hold of the elastic straps of the panties which hugged Rachel’s narrow waste. He gently pulled the elastic band upwards and watched in fascination as more of the silky material moved from the outer edges and slipped into the divide. From his unique vantage below her raised legs, Crivelli could also see that a lot of the silky panties had disappeared up Rachel’s arse.
The silky barrier which had originally been a barrier and source of irritation to him was now a potent sexual tool. But with both his hands pulling on the elastic straps, he could not explore this new novel situation. Quickly he barked out: “Grab holds of the straps my obedient student.”
As Rachel’s unwilling hands replaced his own and kept the tension on the panty tight, Crivelli returned to the nether region to examine his new handy work more closely. The sheer silk fabric now embraced Rachel’s folds even more closely. The tension had reduced the fabric to just a third of its originally surface area, and much of this was intruding into Rachel’s small crack. So intimate was the embrace that he could make out the faint nub of her clitoris protruding gently from the silky fabric. Fascinated and aroused at the same time, his fingers sleeked out the indentation of the small nub through the thin cloth, gently massaging it and teasing it. An involuntary shudder ran through Rachel as his index fingers teased the sensitive nub in a circular tickling motion.
Crivelli thought he sensed a change in the texture of the silk as it became damp and hot. Eagerly he buried his nose into the spot on the silky fabric which outlined the faint nub of her clitoris. He could almost taste her delicious scent through the semi-porous silk.
As Crivelli continued to explore her sensitive lips through the silk fabric, Rachel tried to understand the sudden urge that was stirring faintly within her. She knew that she had to quell this flicker now, before it became a raging inferno which would consume her. She had to bring this test to a quick end, and there was still a chance she could walk out with all her clothes on and secure her driving lessons; “Ok, lets make this winner takes all. I will call you bluff, but if this is a bluff I have passed your test and I get my driving lessons immediately…”
And then he smiled as he saw a solution: “Rachel, I can tell you have missed a major safety procedure, which would mean under the circumstances that you have failed the test as you would have literally lost all the clothes on you. But you have the option of doing a remedial lesson immediately for an hour that would be all that is required to pass the final segment of this test. Do we agree?”
Rachel pondered this new option. She knew it meant she would definitely walk out of the garage with what she wanted. The only question was the price she had to pay. If she called his bluff and won, she was in a win situation. But if she lost her bet, she would still get her lesson albeit at a heavy price. She felt in a gambling mood and finally nodded her head in consent to the new terms.
Crivelli smiled as he revealed his wild card: “The headlights, you have to turn them on when it’s raining to improve visibility. Its game over for you, now let’s start with the remedial lessons, and please do remember everything goes in this one hour session, you have to comply.”
With a sinking heart, Rachel knew that she had been out maneuvered. It was a first for her. She started to retrieve her clothes but he stopped her.
Crivelli; “No no, we start as you are when you finished your test. In fact, you still owe me your panties, come on….” He gestured impatiently.
Reluctantly she slipped out of the flimsy garment and handed it to him. He immediately buried his nose and mouth in it; “Ahhh, what a heavenly smell, you have a most tantalizing after taste Rachel.”
But Crivelli soon forgot the panties the sweet dessert nestled neatly between Rachel’s legs. Until now he had only viewed her crack through the semi-transparent silk material. But his breath escaped his dry lips when his hungry eyes finally took hold of the small delicate pink slit which was surrounded by a small trim patch of fine pubic hair.
Suddenly, Rachel heard footsteps and a door opening and shutting. Joey had returned and had entered the office, standing at the doorway with his mouth agape: “Jesus Christ looks like I got back just in time, wow will you look at the top quality merchandise!!!”
Rachel suddenly felt very vulnerable standing in the office totally nude, under the scrutiny of two perverts who were roaming every inch of her naked body with their eyes. But she almost had a heart attack when she heard Crivelli’s next words.”
Crivelli: “Yes we are in the midst of a driving lesson and if you are a good boy you can be my assistant.”
Joey: “No problem, I can be your assistant, lets get the lesson started.”
Crivelli: “Well Rachel here just failed her first mock driving test, so we need to start the lesson with the basic fundamentals. The first lesson then is how to sit correctly in a car.”
Both Rachel and Joey thought Crivelli had taken leave of his senses, but he continued; “Come sit here on the reclining chair again little missy.”
Unsure of what exactly the old pervert had in mind, Rachel settled uneasily back into the huge reclining chair.
Crivelli: “You see my child driving requires great discipline. You have to pay complete attention to the road, and ignore all else. You must stare right ahead, forget your physical body, ignore that itch that needs to be scratched. Accidents happen only when people are distracted and become careless.”
With that, he pulled the lever at the side of the huge chair, tilting the chair into an almost horizontal position. The chair was equipped with leg rests which popped up as the chair reclined. Fully reclined the huge chair was as big as a single bed.
Crivelli continued; “Remember Rachel no matter what happens in the next hour, you cannot move, you must maintain your focus on the road ahead and exercise discipline. Joey and I will provide you with some distractions to test your discipline.”
Rachel: “This is ridiculous, there is no such test procedure….”
Crivelli hushed her: “My methods are unconventional but they yield the desired results, now be obedient my dear student.”
Crivelli anxiously moved forward thrusting the old pizza cover again into her hands
“Don’t forget your wheel.” He sniggered as he raised both her arms above her head, resting them on the head of the chair. Rachel was forced to clasp the pizza cover with both arms raised above her head. It was an awkward position, made bearable only because she could rest her arms on the top of the chair above.
Eager to begin, Crivelli started where he was, covering the length of Rachel’s hands with gentle kissed. The prickly contact his beard made with the sensitive skin of her under arms raised goose pimples. The prickly ticklish sensation increased in intensity as his slobbering mouth moved slowly like a wet slug, towards her exposed arm-pit. Unable suppress herself, Rachel squirmed and almost lowered her arms.
“No no, Rachel, you must concentrate and ignore the sensation….” Crivelli whispered, before settling his nose and mouth directly on the cleft of her armpit. This was the region with the heaviest concentration of scent glands and he could smell the accumulation of her perspiration after a day in the hot confines of his car. Dipping his tongue onto the damp cleft, it had a tangy but pleasant after taste. “Mmmm, I love the way you smell and taste…” he muttered. He lingered there for long unbearable seconds before moving down the side of her body, towards the gentle rise of her left breast. Designating this as explored territory, Crivelli’s wandering nose and mouth moved lower down, like an obscene giant slug leaving a sticky trail of saliva in its meandering path. Slowly he made his way down again to her bare inner thighs, kissing the soft white flesh and running his wet warm tongue along the length of her leg, moving up towards Rachel’s vagina. He noticed that as he moved closer to the crack, the texture of the skin became warm and moist and he could again feel the heat radiating from the epi-center. This time however there would be no silk barrier standing between his probing nose and tongue.
Rachel’s heart was in her mouth as she resisted the impulse to squirm out of the chair and push his head away. She breathed a sign of relief when Crivelli moved away from her mouth, but was quickly filled with apprehension as his nose neared the dewy opening between her legs. The long seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as the old pervert took his time to run his nose and mouth along her sensitive inner-thighs. It was a highly ticklish sensation which increased in intensity as his tongue wondered closer and closer to her moist opening. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt his mouth settling on the outer lips of her vagina.
Crivelli: “Now you little bitch I am going to eat you till you come again and again and beg me not to stop.”
The small flame that was already awake deep within her loins was slowly fanned by Crivelli’s encouraging nose, mouth and tongue. Rachel tried to suppress the hunger that was present but had remained relatively dormant throughout her encounter. Squeezing her eyes shut she concentrated only on maintain a tight grip of the pizza box over her head.
“Yum, Rachel, you taste even better then you smell down here, especially with the silk panties gone.” Crivelli smiled as he continued to probe the moist opening, burying his nose, mouth and tongue between her legs like a thirsty man,
She flinched involuntarily as Crivelli’s probing tongue found the sensitive nub of her clitoris and made first contact with it. “No, not there please…” she muttered weakly, which only encouraged him further. Again and again the snaking tongue lashed at her clitoris, relentlessly coaxing the sensitive nub, teasing it to full erection.
Pushing his tongue now deep into her vagina, Crivelli attempted to cover her opening with his mouth. He detected the first unmistakable signs of her arousal when a tangy pleasant taste filled his mouth. “Ahhh, the ice-princess is slowly melting, lets speed-up the process…” He beckoned to Joey who, till now had been a speechless spectator “come on Joey, hope to it, you can have her top for now, lets turn this ice-maiden into a molten heap of lava.”
Snapping out of his spectator mode, Joey needed no second invitation and immediately took hole of Rachel’s right nipple with his mouth sucking on it like a man possessed as fondled her left breast and teased her left nipple with his free hand. After a few minutes, he had both nipples at full erection and laughed: “Ahhh a woman’s body is just like the internal combustion system of a car, you just need to find the ignition to get her going, now lets can find the accelerator and take this little hot-rod to the limit.” And he moved on to explore every nook and cranny of her upper torso with his hands and mouth.
Rachel’s defenses were fast crumbling from the simultaneous assault of both Crivelli and Joey. She looked at the clock and saw that she still had to endure 40 minutes of this torment before the session was over. She cursed her body, it seemed that all her senses were heightened in her state of arousal, so closing her eyes did not help much as she could feel hands, fingers and mouths moving all over her body.
Her body stiffened as Crivelli replaced his tongue with his thumb, moving it in a circular motion over her clitoris again and again, fanning the increasing flames that were building within her loins. The sensation was unbearable as Rachel shook her head, trying to close out the urgent hungry need that was fast building within her. Slowly Crivelli also inserted an index finger into the small pink opening.
Rachel had not had penetrative sex for well over a year and the penetration even by Crivelli’s relatively small index finger was painful to her. But the initial pain soon gave way to a moist wet heat. After long minutes Crivelli extracted his index fingers from her moist interior, it was wet and coated with her liquid arousal “Mmmmm, tastes just like honey, only sweeter.” He said after he inserted the finger into his mouth. Quickly he inserted two fingers back into her moist interior, still massaging her clitoris with his thumb.
With every tickle of Crivelli’s insistent fingers, Rachel could feel her unwilling body being coaxed into further arousal. The hunger between her loins increased like an internal flame spreading swiftly and consuming her from within, forcing her reluctant body to search for the ultimate release. Rachel cursed her body for its weakness, biting her lips she tried to shut out the raging fire within her but it was to no avail. A shudder ran through her as she felt Joey’s moist tongue circling her right nipple again, clamping onto it like a vacuum cleaner, fanning the flames within her.
Suddenly, Rachel recognized the first tell tale signs of an approaching orgasm. Her body was hovering on the outer edges of a huge vortex and the tickle of every tongue and finger under Crivelli’s and Joey’s combined coaxing, nudged her closer to the black hole at the center of the vortex. She knew that if she tittered over the outer edges, there would be no way she could fight the immense forces that would suck her into the epi-center.
She tried to hide the raging inferno within her by presenting her body as a cold unresponsive slab of ice to her tormentors, hoping they would give-up. But her rebellious body again betrayed her to Crivelli’s wondering fingers which were exploring her warm moist interior.
Crivelli smiled as his probing fingers detected increased wetness in Rachel’s vagina: “I think I found the accelerator for this little hot-rod, and I am going to floor the pedal and burn rubber…” With that, he buried his tongue once again between her legs, sticking the warm wet organ as far into the small pink orifice as possible.
Joey countered; “Naaah, you found the stick shift, the accelerator is way up here, look at the way her little pink nubs are jutting out, and just waiting to be eaten…” and he moved his warm wet mouth to Rachel’s left breast and nipple.
Slowly but surely the liquid fire within her loins spread and connected with the other small fires that were being fanned through out her body. Together they would merge into a huge with only one possible explosive end. As her last defenses crumbled, Rachel failed to suppress another shudder which ran through her body, encouraging both her tormentors to intensify their assault.
The worst part of the ordeal was that she had to mentally focus on keeping her hands above her. It would have been easier if she had been tied down. As it was, she had to keep both arms raised above her voluntarily. Her fast diminishing physical resources were divided between fending off Crivelli and Joey, as well as fighting the natural urge within her to bring her arms down to fend off her predators.
Both Crivelli and Joey could feel the sexual tension which was building up within Rachel. Her ivory white skin felt hot and feverish to the touch and was moist with her perspiration. Her breathing was rapid and a flushed look replaced her usually white complexion. Both of them felt another shudder running through her body. Realizing that
Rachel was about to come, both of them redoubled their efforts. Again and again Crivelli continued the sweet torment on her clitoris and vagina, teasing the small nub into a fevered state of arousal until it was fully engorge with blood and had expanded several times in size. Seizing on the moment, he clamped his entire mouth onto the quivering small nub, licking and sucking it.
Rachel cried out in frustration as Crivelli’s insistent mouth and tongue brought her over the crest. She was now caught in the huge whirl pool of the immense vortex and was quickly sucked towards the bottomless black hole at its center. Already she could feel the small tremors of the approaching orgasm and knew that the battle was over. Rachel prayed for the end to come swiftly, but the hunger was all consuming as it continues to intensify with no end in sight. She opened her legs pushing his mouth deeper into her crack searching for the blissful release that remained tauntingly just beyond reach.
Not content to just taste her tit, Joey bit down savagely on her fully erect nipple, seizing hold of the sensitive small nub between his teeth and clamping down painfully on it. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth and he kept a grip on the nipple. The pain caught Rachel completely by surprise she flinched and cried out in shock. Not to be outdone, Crivelli pushed his index fingers up her arsehole, tickling the tight opening before venturing into the tight orifice.
Caught between Crivelli’s talented tongue and his teasing index fingers, Rachel was already on the brink of orgasm when the sharp biting pain on her nipple from Joey’s teeth sent her into a sexual frenzy. The final combined assault finally triggered the huge orgasm within her. “Noooooo…” Rachel cried out in desperation as the sheer intensity of the orgasm consumed her completely. Her body convulsed as if it was seized by a billion bolts of electricity, and her back arched in spasm lifting her upper torso off the chair, as the first wave of the orgasm took hold.
Crivelli and Joey were merciless and gave her no respite, eager to tease her sexual frenzy into an even more fevered state of arousal. Joey moved his mouth from the bloody tip of her right nipple and now bit down savagely on her erect left nipple. Small rivulets of blood trailed slowly from the tips of both breasts down her sweat slick body.
Crivelli inserted a second finger painfully into her anus. He could already feel the strong contraction of Rachel’s vagina as she was caught in the throes of the immense orgasm.
For Rachel the orgasm seemed to stretch on for eternity as her body failed to find the blissful end of the gigantic wave of pleasure. Suddenly she realized through her fevered mind that the first wave of pleasure was replaced by a second even more intense wave.
In no time, Crivelli’s pistoning tongue, and hot sucking mouth pushed Rachel over the brink. He could feel the contractions in Rachel’s’ pussy that signaled her orgasm. Even with his head buried deep between her soft fragrant thighs, he could feel the rest of her body going rigid as it was seized in a series of convulsions. He paused for awhile and watched in morbid fascination as the pink, petal like lips of her vagina appeared to open and close on their own. They appeared to beckon to him and heeding their call he dived into her moist wet folds again.
With Crivelli’s tongue drilling into her and Joey’s mouth fastened on her tit, Rachel reached the precipice of passion. All rational thought left her as she succumbed to her need for release. Rolling waves of red-hot rapture spread rapidly from her loins to every part of her. For a wonderful moment of eternity she was filled with ecstasy and time stood still as each tickle of Crivelli’s tongue brought her to the crest of an ever higher orgasmic wave. On and on they teased her until she felt her body could take no more.
At long last, with her sweat slick body totally exhausted, Rachel found the final release to her marathon of multiple orgasms. With a final convulsive shudder, she felt like her vagina was turning itself inside out as several jets of clear fluid squirted from her gasping pussy.
Thoroughly drained by the intense session of extended sex, Rachel slowly felt her body floating gently back to earth. She was totally bathed in sweat and felt numb all over. She was rudely awakened by Crivelli: “Well well Rachel it seems in your moment of final passion, your hands have left the steering wheel.”
In dismay Rachel noticed that her hands had dropped to her side and the pizza cover was lying on the floor. Noting the dismay on her face Crivelli continued: “Now now my dear, no need to worry, you performed admirably throughout your tests and Joey and I have decided you can start proper lessons as soon as you wish.”
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Held captive
Saturday, February 16th, 2008 By: Monica
Chapter One: Taken By Surprise
“Grams, it’s me, Anita!” the 18 year old brunette called out again after knocking on the front door.
Still no answer and she began to worry about her 72 year old grandmother. She began to panic thinking something had happened to her only living relative; wondered if she had fallen or worse. Her heart raced when she touched the doorknob and found it unlocked. Slowly she opened the door, stepped inside and placed her backpack and the basket of food upon the coffee table in the living room.
Anita had just lost her parents six months earlier in a tragic automobile accident and the thought of losing her grandmother would surely put her over the edge. She called out again but in a softer voice as she made her way through the house. Finally the only room left was her grandmother’s bedroom and she drew a deep breath before stepping inside.
“Grams!” she said after discovering the elderly woman in her rocking chair with her hands and ankles bound with rope.
“Finally you’re here,” a mysterious male voice said from behind as Anita rushed over to her helpless grandmother.
Anita stopped immediately in her tracks and turned around to see who was behind her. Her eyes widened as big as circles when she saw the burly male towering over her. It was the man who the police was looking for in connection with two missing women and numerous assaults upon women who used the park she walked through every day to bring dinner to her grams house. There he was in person, the drawing of the man that was the topic of the news for the past four to five weeks. He made her shiver with his devilish grin; he studied her from head to toe as if he was an inspector.
“Do as I say and the old broad don’t get hurt,” he said in a deep voice.
“What do you want?” she asked shakily as she stood frozen beside her grandmother.
“Oh, you’ll soon find out what I really want,” his laughter sounded so evil and it made her skin crawl.
“Please don’t hurt Grams,” she pleaded. “Uh, I’ll give you whatever you want and won’t say a word if you let us go and don’t hurt us.”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch! I’ll take what I want, when I want!”
Anita jumped and held her hand steady upon the elderly woman’s right shoulder. She watched as he prowled back and forth like a cat eyeing up a catch. Deep down inside she wanted to say something but was afraid for their safety when he brandished a 4-inch steel blade and waived it about slowly.
“Where’s the food?” he growled.
Anita told him where she had left it and he instructed her to get it and to not try and do anything stupid or else. Just as she started towards the door he stopped her, instructed Eloise to keep her mouth shut while he followed Anita to retrieve the basket of food. The frightened woman nodded and watched the male follow her granddaughter out of the room then later returning with the basket as well as dishes, utensils and drinking glasses.
The male swiftly pushed the photos and items off of the table in the bedroom so Anita could set the table. He watched the long haired brunette move about in her white tank top, denim shorts, socks and sneakers. Her hair swayed and her tits bounced as she unloaded the full meal and placed them onto the table. His cock hardened in his pants as this went on and in his mind he imagined himself pounding his cock into her wet, young cunt as he held her down on top of the table.
“Aren’t you going to untie my Grams so she can eat?” sarcastically Anita asked.
Grams shook her head at her granddaughter’s attitude towards her captor, trying to signal her to tone her voice and actions down but to no avail. The male huffed at Anita’s sarcasm and walked up to her and stood with his face directly in front of hers.
“Mmm, you’re a feisty one,” running his knife under her jaw from ear to ear. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
He stepped aside and ran his blade between the rocker’s arm and her grand mother’s wrist, freeing her temporarily. Instead of releasing her ankles, he reached down, lifted the rocker, Grams and all, and carried her over to the table.
“There,” he said as he sat down and began scooping up mounds of potatoes, a couple of chicken legs and tearing a chunk of hot bread.
Anita was disgusted with his lack of manners but waited until he was done before dishing out portions for her grandmother. The only thing she took for herself was a piece of hot bread which she buttered. Grams knew her granddaughter was too upset to eat but tried convincing her to eat even if it was just a bite or two. Anita gave in after awhile and the women ate silently.
Anita piled the dishes and gathered the leftovers and looked at their captor. “Is it okay if I clean the dishes and put the food away?”
He got up, lifted the elderly woman, chair and all, and put her down in the corner and tied her wrists to the armrests. He reminded the woman about keeping quiet then turned to Anita and followed her with her arms full to the kitchen. She swore under her breath at him and his inability to help her carry some of the things.
Within a half hour the dishes were washed, dried and put away and the food was placed in the refrigerator. When Anita shut the refrigerator door the male grabbed her from behind about the waist and pushed his body into her backside. She tried to free herself but gave in when he reminded her about his hurting her Grams if she didn’t cooperate. His hands roamed across her flat, taut stomach then traveled upward to her tits. The heat from his breath upon the side of her neck and his hands groping, squeezing and rubbing her tits made her cringe. She closed her eyes and tried to block out what was happening to her.
“Fuck you’ve got a rack! Fucking big tits for a tiny frame like yours,” he ran his tongue at the base of her right ear. “C’mon, let’s go back to your sweet Grams. I want her to see.”
“See what?” she asked herself.
Anita was not sexually experienced and only had one boyfriend in high school during her senior year. She had never gone beyond French kissing and having her tits sucked on. This was her choice. Anita wanted to go to college and become a forensic scientist like her parents and sex was not high on her agenda and didn’t want it to interfere with her plans.
He led her by the hand back into the bedroom where the elderly woman sat squirming in her chair. She needed to go to the bathroom and he allowed her to go since there was a full bath in the bedroom. Minutes later she was back and once again he tied her up but in a different chair. He had her sit in the recliner in the far corner and he made sure she was comfortable. She was going to be there for a long, long time.
“Well, Grams…” he began to say while walking towards Anita sitting on one of the chairs by the table.”You like to watch television?” Eloise nodded. “Well, you’re in for a treat,” smiling happily, “you’re going to get a live show tonight,”
Both women frowned and wondered what he meant. Then, he ordered Anita to get up and walk over to stand in front of her grand mother. She did so slowly and looked at the only living relative with loving eyes while she stood there. He came up behind her and leaned to his left.
“You’ve got a sexy grand daughter, Grams,” he said as he snaked his right arm around the young woman’s waist. “Is her mother just as hot?”
Grams shook her head, “Her mother’s dead and she has no sisters either.”
“Hmm, guess we need to do something about that and make sure there’ll be hot, sexy females in the future.” His right hand grabbed Anita’s right tit and squeezed. Anita jumped and Eloise’s eyes widened.
“Please don’t,” her voice trembled, “she’s just a young girl.”
“Young, huh? How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” softly she said.
“That’s just perfect. Nice, firm, tight body with huge tits!” he said as he crushed her right tit in his hand. Anita cried out in pain and he chuckled. “You’re going to love it by the time I’m through with you.”
His fingers pulled her tank top out from the waistline of her cutoff denim shorts. Eloise turned away, she couldn’t bear to watch. He barked at her to keep her eyes upon her granddaughter and she did. Tears welled then fell upon her wrinkling cheeks as she watched the male rip the tank top with one swift move. Anita stood there with her left arm across her bra clad tits. He commanded her to put her arm down and reluctantly she did. Then, he drew the blade in front of her and ran the tip down from her chin to her neck then snaked down to her chest. He stopped just below the elastic bottom of the bra then swept the blade between the cups and sliced the bra open. Anita’s tits jiggled freely behind the sheer satin under wire cups. He held her arms to her sides and looked down from behind at the luscious mounds.
“Now the show is about to begin,” he announced as he slipped the straps off of her shoulders, down her arms until they fell to the floor.
Anita’s face reddened; her Grams never saw her topless since she was the age of two. Eloise knew her granddaughter had blossomed in the last year but didn’t realize how much until she saw Anita standing there before her. In a way she was proud of her beautiful granddaughter but afraid and sad because of what she was going to be put through. Eloise knew he was going to do the same things he did to the other women to Anita; he was going to rape her in front of her, in her bedroom. Nausea crept up inside of her but she took deep breaths.
Softly she told Anita, “I’m sorry. Don’t fight him; it’ll be over with soon.” She tried consoling the weeping topless woman before her.
The captor grabbed a handful of Anita’s long brunette hair and pulled. Her head went back, she cried out in pain. His mouth fell upon hers with force; he pushed his tongue into her mouth as he kissed her. Anita couldn’t do a thing as his tongue probed. When he released his hold on her she gasped. She stood frozen in shock. Her mind went blank and she felt dead inside.
He pulled her back towards the foot of the bed then stood in front of her. Earlier, he positioned the recliner so Grams could get a good look at the bedroom, especially the bed. Anita kept her eyes locked on her Grams, not once looking at the wanted man. She readied herself for the worse and stood like a mannequin with no tears. As far as she was concerned she was emotionally dead to him.
Her captor’s lips fell hard upon Anita’s; his tongue lunged into her mouth. She tried to turn her head but his right hand held the back of her head, locking her steady, while his left hand immediately went in search for her ample tit. A muffled cry escaped from her lips as he squeezed her left tit and rubbed his palm across her hardened nipple. Anita couldn’t believe how her nipples betrayed her under his touch. She found him disgusting yet her nipples reacted on their own accord. Then, the young woman cringed. He nuzzled his face in the space where her neck and shoulders met, breathing heavily while his hand traveled lower and lower over her tight abs, firm stomach then up and down her thigh, working its way inward between her legs.
Automatically she pressed her legs together trying to keep him from gaining further access. He pried her legs apart with his forceful hand and rubbed the palm of his hand back and forth on her denim covered pussy. She shivered, but she didn’t know if it was out of fear or pleasure. The answer soon arose when her pussy began to warm up to his touch and moistened. She grew angry with herself, at her body for betraying her and responding heatedly. Grams continued watching her virgin granddaughter being undressed. He expertly removed her denim shorts in a few quick moves and stepped back to look at her with her shorts piled around her ankles.
“Get rid of the shorts and sneakers but leave your socks on,” he told the shaken 18 year old virgin.
Anita lifted her right ankle, stepped out of the piled cloth then did the same with her left. She did not realize she had given him a good look at her damp pussy when she undressed. His cock strained against his worn jeans and it clearly showed he was hard and ready and Grams panicked.
“P-please…” she stuttered, “please don’t hurt her.”
“Shut up old lady! By the time I get done with your sexy granddaughter she’s going to beg for more!”
He turned his attention to the young woman and eyed the feast standing at the foot of the bed. He reached down, pulled his t-shirt up and over, then tossed is aside, revealing a toned body with tight abs.
“Look at me! Watch me, lil’ girl,” he told Anita.
He startled her and caused her to jump. She turned and pretended she was looking directly at him but in reality she concentrated on the far wall behind him. He rubbed his right hand over the huge bulge in his jeans and told Anita she was in for a treat. She ignored him and didn’t offer any response. He unbuttoned his tight jeans, lowered the zipper and pushed the denim clothing down until they fell on their own to the floor. He swore at himself for not removing his boots first then he stepped on the toes of the black leather and wiggled his feet free before kicking them, sending them flying across the room. He then stepped out of his jeans and slid them aside with his left foot. Now he was completely naked, standing there stroking his hard 7 inch cock with his right hand.
“Come here and get on your knees,” he ordered the young virgin.
Anita took three steps forward, drew a deep breath then knelt down. She could not help but see his chest, abs then his belly button. He grew impatient with her so he pushed her farther down until her face was directly in front of his cock. Anita’s eyes widened; this was the very first cock she has seen in person. She had seen cocks in the porn videos and magazines she recently began to buy but nothing in real life. Her heart raced and unconsciously she licked her lips; Anita knew what he wanted but didn’t want to tell him she had never done it before so she just knelt there looking at the hard, twitching cock. She saw a glistening drop at the tip of the mushroom head and it intrigued her. It was difficult for her to fight the urges to touch and taste it.
He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to his cock, expecting her to open and take it in her mouth but she didn’t. Instead, he felt her face against it. He didn’t know she was inexperienced.
“Open that mouth and suck my dick!”
She lifted her eyes to look at him blankly. Right then and there he realized she was a virgin; she was a dream come true for any man. He eased up on his hold, allowing her to move her head back enough for him to take hold of his cock with his free hand and rub it on her lips.
“You’re a fucking virgin!” he said with delight. He turned to Eloise and said, “She a fucking virgin; this is gonna be great!”
He looked down at Anita and started telling her what to do and not do. Anita knelt helplessly and embarrassed as her Grams watched her granddaughter open her mouth and take her first cock into her mouth.
“That’s it, wrap your sweet lips around it and suck; don’t bite,” he said in a soothing tone. “Mmm, that’s a good girl. That feels so fucking good. Take more in and breathe through your nose and relax; you’ll start enjoying it before you know it.”
Little did anyone know Anita was already enjoying giving her first blowjob. Slowly she worked past the mushroom head down his shaft until it pressed against the back of her throat. She gagged and gasped for air the second she released his cock from her mouth. He chuckled and instructed her on how to deep throat him. Anita repositioned herself and slowly relaxed the muscles in her throat as worked his entire cock into her mouth, down her throat. Within minutes her head bobbed back and forth without any help from the stranger. Her pussy was wet and moans escaped from a mouthful of cock. Grams couldn’t believe what she was seeing and it deeply hurt her.
He rocked his hips back and forth, mouth fucking the buxom virgin. She sucked on his cock so hard that her cheeks sunk in and slurping sounds mixed with moans filled the room.
“Oh, fuck, fuck that feels so good! You’re one hot babe,” huskily he told her. “If you keep that up I’ll end up shooting my load down your sweet throat.”
The dirty talking turned Anita on more and she looked up as she continued sucking on his cock and her eyes told him she wanted to taste her first cum. He looked at her lusty brown eyes and gently pushed her head back, slowly removing his cock from her hot mouth. Her lips were so tightly wrapped around his cock that it made a popping sound when he pulled completely out. Anita looked frowned then wrapped her right hand around the wet cock and began stroking him up and down. He groaned and leaned his head back.
Seconds later he stopped her, “Stand up, baby.”
She stood up; all the while she kept her hold and stroked his cock, slowly at first then faster. He couldn’t stand it any longer so grabbed her hand and stopped her. He took her hand off of his cock and placed her hands upon his shoulders. She looked directly into his eyes, forgetting Grams was in the room just a few steps away watching them. He scooped her up in his arms, walked over to the far side of the bed and laid her down on her back.
“Please, STOP! Don’t do this! Please let her go!” shouted Eloise.
Hearing her Grams voice snapped Anita back to reality. She looked over at the elderly woman then back at the naked man climbing onto the bed. Quickly she squirmed away, trying to escape his reaching hands. She was too slow. His hands gripped her ankles and she kicked her feet and legs in an effort to break free but he was too strong. He pinned her legs down, climbed over her and sat down on her stomach. His weight made it difficult to breathe normally. Her arms were then pulled up above her head and held down. His cock rubbed against her tits and her nipples hardened.
Once again Eloise begged for her granddaughter’s freedom but he wasn’t about to listen. He was really going to enjoy this, especially with the old woman watching. He glanced over at the old woman then turned his attention to the writhing young brunette under him. It was time and no one was going to stop him.
He slid down far enough to keep a strong hold on her and bent his head to kiss her. She struggled, turning her head side to side but he was too strong for her. Disgust and anger rose inside of her as he probed his tongue in her mouth. Anita thought of biting down on his tongue but hesitated until she felt him pushing his cock against her pussy.
“Fuck!” he screamed.
Anita bit his tongue and glared at him. He was enraged and in pain. He let go of her left wrist and his hand came down swiftly upon her cheek and lips. The sound was loud and poor Anita cried out in pain; her lower lip was bleeding. Grams screamed out and he slapped her again.
“Shut the fuck up old lady or I’ll beat the shit out of her!” he yelled.
Grams then asked, “Please…whatever your name is…please don’t hurt her, I beg you.”
“My name is Rod,” he replied without thinking. “If the two of you cooperate no one will get hurt, understand?
Grams nodded but Anita just glared at him. He leaned down, held her arms above her head and nestled his face in the space between her neck and shoulder and kissed her. He began planting wet kisses up and down her neck, across her shoulders then worked his way down to her swelling, heaving tits. Anita’s body began to enjoy his lips and she fought within herself to stop. It was futile the moment his tongue lapped at her nipples one by one. She shivered and a feeling she never felt before rushed through her body.
“How can I do this? Why and I feeling this way?” she asked herself as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it.
Her body felt very, very warm and his mouth and tongue on her nipples felt so good. She closed her eyes and a soft moan escaped from the depths of her throat. Rod heard her and sucked harder, pulling on her nipples. Suddenly her hips began moving about, she began to squirm under him and she was lost in her own world. Rod released her wrists and moved his hands down to her tits, cupping them. She arched her back, thrusting her tits into his face and mouth. Grams could not believe what was happening but knew she had to remain quiet for her granddaughter’s sake, for whatever it was worth.
Anita felt Rod’s tongue traveling from one tit to the other, going between her tits, leaving hot, wet trails as he moved along. She placed her hands upon his head, moaning, squirming uncontrollably. Rod had her now and there was no turning back, he was going to take her to new heights, to show her what it feels like to have a man take your cherry and to bring her to orgasm for the very first time.
Rod worked his way down her flat, taut abs, lingering at her belly button. It tickled her at first then he moved lower. He moved his attention to her legs, her thighs as she laid there with his shoulders, body between her legs spread apart. Anita could not believe how wonderful it felt. His hot breath and wet tongue licked her soft skin as she neared her inner thighs where her legs met.
She jerked slightly the second his fingers touched the outer lips of her pussy. His breath made her damp pussy even damper. She shut her eyes closed and drew in a ragged breath of air. Rod planted kisses on her pussy. Her fingers now pulled and toyed with her own hard nipples; she was moaning with pleasure.
The sweet musky scent of her virgin pussy made his cock rock hard but he wanted to savor every minute for now. He had a true virgin in his grasp and it was rare to find one these days. The other women were sluts, whores who had been fucked, used and stretched. In his minds they were nothing more than stuck up, hidden prostitutes; women who fucked for the hell of it and got paid by the men who showered them with flowers, gifts, dinner and the bullshit dating scene.
That was his view of women; it was the images of his mother with numerous men coming and going when he was a child. He didn’t realize what was happening until he was older and discovered his mom in bed, fucking his high school football coach. From that moment on he saw all women as cheap whores out to take your money for a quick fuck and treated them that way. He was a very angry, vengeful man.
Rod flicked his tongue at Anita’s hard clit and she squirmed. He continued doing so until she was moaning and her hips began gyrating. It wouldn’t be long before she’d cum so he stopped. Anita panicked thinking she did something wrong and looked down at him between her legs. He looked up without any expression, taking his time to make sure she calmed down. Finally she laid her head back upon the king sized bed. Rod inserted his tongue slightly inside of her tight, virgin pussy.
Anita gasped feeling his probing slowly inside of her; it felt huge. The sweet taste of fresh pussy was heavenly and he pushed his tongue in as deep as he could. In and out he worked his tongue; the heat inside of her pussy grew hotter. He slowed then pulled his tongue out of her before she came.
Slowly he kneeled between her legs, positioning his body for the final moment. He took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip up and down her pussy. Anita sprang back to reality and her eyes widened. She tried to close her legs, to prevent him from putting his cock inside of her, to take her virginity. He grabbed onto her legs and lifted them up. She couldn’t move her legs so she tried to push away with her upper body and arms but he was too strong.
“Keep still or it’s gonna hurt real bad!” he growled at her. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you so cut it out!”
His voice boomed loud and with depth making the poor young woman freeze. Tears welled in her eyes before she shut them closed. She couldn’t bear to watch or look over to her sobbing Grams sitting beside the bed, bound to her recliner. He saw what she was doing and commanded her to open her eyes and to look at him. She obeyed out of fear. Then she felt his press the tip of his cock at her opening. She tensed her body, hoping he wouldn’t notice but he did and he ordered her to relax. He even told her it wouldn’t hurt so bad if she relaxed and let it happened. She didn’t believe him but she tried her best to relax. She had heard about the pain when you first have sex and lose your virginity and she was afraid. There was nothing she could do but to accept her fate.
“Oh God, please, no! It hurts!” Anita begged.
“Relax, baby, relax,” he said as he slowly worked his cock into her virgin pussy.
He was only less than one fourth inside of her and she had tears running down the side of her face as she looked at him pushing his hips forward and back. It felt so good to Rod, feeling the tight walls of her wet, hot pussy. Although she was afraid, her pussy was well lubricated with her own juice. Rod kept on pushing forward until he felt the obstruction, her hymen. He pulled back up until the rim of his cock was almost out of her pussy.
“Take a deep breath, baby,” he told her, “Get ready for the ride of your life. It’s gonna hurt at first but it’ll go away soon enough then you’re gonna beg me to fuck you.”
“Fuck you, fuck you,” over and over her mind played his words.
She drew a deep breath and released it. Rod waited until he saw she relaxed a little then he lunged forward with all of his strength. He leaned far forward over her and lay still on top of her, waiting for pain to subside and her pussy to stretch and get accustomed to his hard cock inside of her.
“Aargh!” Anita screamed from the piercing pain.
Grams cried loudly for her grand daughter, her body shook uncontrollably. It pained her to see the brutality placed upon her only grandchild. She wished it was all a bad dream and that she’d soon wake up but it wasn’t. There in front of her own eyes was her grandchild, her virginity taken away by a stranger who was being sought by the police. Her heart pounded in her chest.
Rod slowly pumped his cock in and out of Anita’s tight pussy. He had not felt this good since he was 16 years old and had taken the 14 year old neighbor’s daughter’s virginity. Anita lay defeated under him; her arms lay at her side lifeless as well as her legs lay flatly upon the bed. Rod raised himself, resting upon his palms while continuing pumping his cock in and out. He didn’t like the rag doll feeling he was getting from her under him so he knelt and hooked her knees over his arms. Her ass now was slightly lifted up off of the bed and he began to pump harder.
After awhile it seemed her body liked what was happening and her hips began to thrust up and down, meeting his. Her pussy felt like a glove around his cock and it felt good. He forgot he had just taken her cherry and began to thrust harder. The sound of their bodies grew louder in the silent room. Then soft moans mixed with his grunts could be heard. It was Anita. She began to lose sight of what had just happened and that the stranger named Ron was raping her.
Grams was stunned to see the arms of her grandchild reach up and take hold of her rapists shoulders, pulling him to her. She turned away but was soon ordered to turn her attention back to the couple upon the bed now fucking as if they were lovers.
Anita’s breathing was labored; her fingernails dug into his back, her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. She was now meeting his thrusts with heated lust. Her moans now became pleas.
“Oh, yes! Ugh! Yes!” she said. Her eyes closed slightly, “Uh, mmm, fuck! Fuck! Yes, fuck me!”
“Oh yeah baby, I’m gonna fuck you and make you cum all night long,” he told her.
“Mmm, yes, yes!” she replied thrusting heavily back at him. “It feels so, ugh, fucking good!”
Rod began to pound his cock into her and she screamed out in pleasure, begging him to fuck her even harder. Grams didn’t know what to say or thing and there was nothing she could do; she was totally in shock over her granddaughter’s actions. She sat there in awe and heartbroken. Her little “Nee”, as she called Anita, was no longer and life shattered before her swollen crying eyes.
By now Anita was building up to her very first orgasm. Her body tensed, she moaned and cried out more, begging Rod to pound her as hard as he could and he did. He knew she was ready and he egged her on.
“C’mon, baby, cum,” huskily he told her. “Cum hard! Cum all over my dick!”
With those words Anita screamed, “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!”
She bucked wildly up at him then clamped her legs as tight as she could, holding, pulling Rod’s cock as deep as she could get him inside of her. Sweat dripped from Rod’s body down, mixing in with hers as she came hard. Her long fingernails raked his back leaving red trail marks from his shoulder blades down to his waist as he kept his cock buried deep inside of her.
It seemed like minutes before Anita’s cries softened and she calmed. She was breathing heavily, nearly exhausted and then she felt embarrassed and angry with herself. She gave in to her rapist while her Grams watched. What was she going to think of her now? The poor young woman could not bring herself to look at her grandmother.
Rod told her to turn around and get on her hands and knees. Her body was shaken, weak from her orgasmic experience but she rolled over and managed to get into position. She looked face forward at the metal bars at the head of the bed against the wall and waited. Rod got between her legs, placed his hands on her hips and plunged forward. Anita gasped as she lunged toward the metal headboard. There was no pain this time but her pussy felt swollen. He continued rocking his cock back and forth, at times his cock exited her pussy briefly then plummeted deeply into her cum soaked pussy.
Anita’s tits dangled below her and her nipples rubbed against the bedding making it tingle and harden again. Her long brown hair swayed here and there, covering then uncovering her face. Rod knelt and slapped her right cheek. She cried out from the stinging sensation. Over and over the palm of his right hand met her reddening skin but her cries of pain turned to moans and pleas.
“You like that, huh? You like your ass spanked?” he asked her.
“Yes! Yes! It feels good!” she panted between slaps.
This got Rod going and he leaned over her knowing his sweaty skin upon her tender, red cheek would cause discomfort. She complained about the burning sensation until his hands found her large dangling tits. This caused her to forget the pain. His heated breath upon the side of her face and his fingers pulling, twisting and rubbing her hard nipples made her moan and push back to meet his thrusts.
Once again he neared his goal of getting Anita to the brink of orgasm. He grabbed her tits and pulled her up with him as he kneeled upright. With a few moves and keeping his hard cock buried inside of her he managed to sit then lowered his back upon the bed. Anita was now sitting on top of him with her calves on the outside of his legs. She gyrated her hips in circles as she sat, stuffed with his hard cock. Rod moaned, enjoying what she was doing.
“Ride my dick, baby. C’mon and ride my cock hard!” he told her as he lightly held onto her tiny waist.
Anita lifted herself using her legs up high enough to leave the head of his cock inside of her. She lingered there a few seconds before she came down on him. His cock speared her deeply and they both cried out.
“Fuck, that’s it! Ride that cock nice and hard baby! Let me feel that cunt pound down on me!” he growled.
Something about the way he talked dirty to her made her pussy wet and drove her wild. She rode his cock hard and she used all of her strength in her legs to lift her up. Her hair bounced and flowed freely in the air.
“Yes, oh yes! Uh huh…so good!” she cried out as she came crashing down onto him. “Fuck, mmm, yes! Yes!”
Before they both knew it Anita came hard. Her juices gushed out of her swollen pussy. His cock was drenched, drowning in the depths of her gushing pussy as she grounded her pussy and ass down upon his crotch, crying out in pleasure.
“Oh! Yes! I’m cumming! Oh fuck!!!!” she screamed.
Grams couldn’t take it anymore. Her sweet granddaughter was now acting like a whore, a slut. It was too much for her to bear and she fainted with the last image of Anita grinding her body down onto the rapist while she grabbed and pulled on her own nipples, crying out as her orgasm flooded through her trembling body.
Rod sat up, pushed Anita flatly onto her stomach and began pounding her slippery cunt the second her orgasm subsided. He was ready to explode. He roughly grabbed her hips and lifted her ass up so he had a better angle at her cunt. Her tits were smashed under her, her arms lay flat near the sides of her head. She faced the opposite way from her grandmother.
“Fuck, yeah, such a fucking tight cunt! I love tight, young cunts!” he grunted between thrusts. “I’m gonna cum inside of that nice, hot virgin cunt of yours and you’re gonna beg for more!”
All she could do to respond was grunt and moan as he pounded heavily. The sound of his body slapping hard against her filled the musky scented room. The air smelled of sex, hard, long sex.
“Oh fuck, oh yeah!” he held her steady. “Fuck!!!!”
His cock exploded; he unloaded his cum deep inside of her already drenched, slippery pussy. He bent over her, took hold of her shoulders and grinded his cock as deep as he could until he had no more to give. His cock emptied its sperm into her, filling her to the hilt. She too was cumming for the third time that afternoon.
He fell onto his back beside her, exhausted and very happy. Anita fell onto her stomach and closed her eyes, trying to regain her normal breathing. No one noticed or bothered to check on the elderly woman bound to her recliner near the side of the bed.
“Hey, old lady! Did you like the show? Did you see and hear how your sweet granddaughter begged and loved my cock? How she loved to fuck?” he asked. There was no answer so he asked again.
He sat up, looked over at the old woman and saw she was slumped over in the chair. At the same time Anita turned to look at her Grams.
“Oh, no! Grams! Grams!” Anita screamed as she jumped out of the bed and ran to her grandmother. “Grams, please wake up! Oh God, please wake up!” The poor young woman was hysterical and in tears.
Rod joined her instantly and checked if the old woman was still breathing. She was and they both were relieved. He tapped her left cheek a couple of times trying to bring the woman back to life. Slowly she stirred and looked up. There before her was Rod and Anita, both naked and covered with perspiration. She shook her head at her granddaughter feeling sad and heartbroken. Anita knew what she was thinking and feeling; she hung her head down and cried.
Grams was too weak to speak and Anita was too ashamed to even glance at her grandmother. Rod untied the poor woman and she called out for Anita to help her get up and walk around. Anita gathered her clothing and was about to dress when Rod stopped her. He told her to remain naked and she dejectedly went over to Grams and helped her to stand. Her 72 year old legs were very weak; it took a few minutes before she could steady herself to take a few steps.
“Nee, I’m so sorry for putting you through this,” the feeble woman whispered hoarsely. “I should have told you not to come around when I noticed him watching you the past few days.”
The young brunette’s eyes widened, she was dumbstruck with what she had just heard. She couldn’t believe Grams didn’t tell her about him lurking about. The news talked about him for weeks on end and plastered a sketch of him in the papers and on screen. How could she not say something? She didn’t know whether or not she should be angry with her or not; after all she was 72 years old.
That night the two women slept in the bed Rod had taken Anita’s virginity while he sat and nodded off occasionally in the recliner. Despite the fact he was a very light sleeper, Rod made sure the phone was disconnected and out of the room, and the windows were shut tight and inescapable.
Morning soon arrived and the women awoke to the sun shining through the window. Anita began to wonder if she had just had the worst nightmare of her life. Then she saw him sitting there leering at her nakedness. She stared back at him for awhile then turned to her grandmother and bade her good morning. Grams got up from the bed and headed to use the bathroom after getting approval from their captor. Anita sat up, clutching the bedcovers and holding it up in front of her to cover her body.
Chapter 2: The Morning After
“Morning,” nonchalantly Rod said. “After you get through using the bathroom, we’re gonna go into the kitchen and you and your granny are gonna make breakfast.”
“Such audacity,” Anita thought, “How dare he tell us what to do?”
A half hour later all three were in the kitchen. Rod sat at the kitchen table keeping a watchful eye on the women. Grams set the table while Anita did the cooking, donning only an apron as instructed by the captor. They ate breakfast in silence; all the while none of the women looked at him. Anita knew he was watching her; she could feel his eyes upon her, making her skin crawl.
Anita told Grams to rest while she cleared the table and cleaned up after the mess he made. All, except for one phone, was pulled out of the wall sometime during the night so Rod had no problem letting the old lady go into the living room after he made sure the curtains were kept drawn shut and the front door bolted and locked. Grams didn’t want to leave her grand daughter alone with him but he demanded she leave the room.
“What’s the matter old lady? Afraid I’m gonna fuck your precious little girl and you won’t get to watch, huh?” Sarcastically he asked.
“Humph!” Eloise said as she turned and made her way to watch television.
“Feisty old bitch ain’t she?” Rod asked as he strolled over to Anita standing at the sink where she was washing the dishes. “Mmm, you’re a sight to see in the morning light,” he said running his fingers up and down her right arm.
“Get your hands off of me! I’m trying to finish the dishes!”
Rod laughed then reached around with both arms and cupped her heavy tits. His fingers rolled her nipples, making them grow harder. Anita cursed at her body for reacting to his touch. She finished rinsing off the last of the dishes, placed the plate into the dish rack then reached for a towel to dry the dishes off. She was ready to do anything to keep her mind off of his hot breath upon the side of her neck and his hands and fingers upon her body.
“Forget that baby and come here,” he said as he grabbed her by her hips and turned her around.
His lips fell upon hers in an instant, pressing his tongue deeply into her mouth. Anita struggled to break free but she couldn’t. Rods arms held her tight, his hands roamed her bare ass cheeks then made their way up and down her back. He untied the bow of the apron she wore. The minute his lips eased off of hers he lifted the apron over her head and his mouth sought her tits, her nipples one by one. Once again she tried to push him away with the palms of her hands but the touch of his tongue upon her hardened nipple made weakened her fight. Before she knew it her head tilted back, thrusting her tits into his face, forcing him to take more of her into his heated mouth. A soft moan escaped from her lips, slightly parted. Meanwhile, one of his hands busied itself by cupping one of her tits, squeezing, groping and feeling the firm yet supple massive globe.
After a few minutes that very hand that held her tit traveled down her flat, taut stomach down to her pussy. He pressed his palm against the mound while his fingers explored between her legs. To steady herself, Anita placed her palms flat onto to edge of the counter of the sink. Rod’s fingers brushed against her clit making it grow harder. Anita fought within her mind to stop the tingling sensation he was causing her. It was soon a fight that was lost. Her pussy was on fire and very wet.
“Mmm, what have we here?” Rod teased, “Somebody’s pussy is ready and wet.”
He inserted his middle finger into her sopping wet hole and twirled it around. Anita gasped and drew a shivering breath. It was a wonderful feeling but she had to fight it.
“No! No! Stop it!” she screamed.
Rod pumped his finger in and out of her hole slowly at first then he picked up the pace. Anita’s hips began gyrating and grounding down against his finger on their own volition. He added another finger and another; all the while he was still feasting on her tits. Anita was ready to explode but he suddenly pulled his fingers out, withdrew his lips from her luscious nipple and looked directly into her. Slowly he brought his slick coated fingers up between their faces and the sweet, musky scent tantalized them. Unconsciously Anita licked her lips and watched him suck off her juices clean, off of his fingers.
Rod commented on her sweetness and how he could spend hours eating out her young pussy. Anita just stood there, there was no way she could hide the glazed look of wanton lust in her eyes. Without warning he lifted her up and sat her onto the edge of the counter beside the sink in view of the large window. He pulled her ass to the very edge, lifted her legs by the knees then bent down to bury his face. His hot breath upon her skin felt sensuous. A jolt rushed through her body when his tongue began lapping, licking up and down her wet pussy. She leaned back with her palms planted firmly on the counter to give him better, deeper access and moaned over and over.
Within minutes she had her legs draped over his shoulders, her head leaned back and her hips moved to the rhythm of his tongue penetrating her hot pussy. He used his fingers to spread the lips farther apart and to rub her clit. Anita snapped back to reality.
“Stop it! Don’t!” she straightened upright.
Her voice grew louder with every minute and Rod knew if he didn’t ease up she would give in and cum. He eased up long enough to say something.
“You love my tongue, baby,” he encouraged her. “Don’t fight it; you know you love it when I fuck your cunt with my tongue.” He paused to lap at her pussy a few times then continued to say, “I want to taste, to drink up that sweet, hot cunt juice of yours.”
He plunged his tongue inside of her and sent her shivering with pleasure.
“Oh fuck! No! No!” she began to say. Please…no…don’t,” her will power weakened. “No…oh…oh, yes, yes!” she panted. “Eat my pussy! Uh huh…” She gave in and placed both hands on top of his head and held him there. “I’m, uh….I’m…” she panted, “Fuck! Oh fuck! I’m cumming!!!”
Her pussy gushed its sweet cum onto his tongue and seeped out from the sides of his mouth as he tried to drink up every drop. He rubbed his nose against her clit sending her into yet another wild orgasm. Rod was unable to take it all in and some of her juices ran down between her ass cheeks, over her ass hole, and onto the counter.
All while this was going on, Eloise was fast asleep with the television volume loud enough to drown out what her grand daughter was doing in the kitchen with their captor. One of the neighbors watched the whole show through his kitchen window. He stroked his cock as he watched Eloise’s grand daughter sitting on the counter having her pussy eaten in plain view.
Rod carried Anita over to the dining room table and laid her down on her back. She was still trying to catch her breath while Rod quickly removed his clothes. The neighbor still had a good view although he had to move to another window. He watched as the young buxom woman got up on her hands and knees then faced the stranger and took his cock into her mouth. It was better than watching a porn flick.
Anita sucked on Rod’s cock hungrily while he rocked his hips back and forth, feeding, fucking her mouth. Her large tits dangled beneath her; her nipples scraped against the top of the table making them harder. The sounds of her mouth sucking on his hard cock filled the room.
“Mmf,” she mumbled with a mouthful of cock as he reached under and pinched her nipples.
“Damn you’re one hell of a cock sucker for a virgin,” he growled. “Suck it good baby, suck my dick!”
Anita need not hear him say anymore. She sucked as hard as she could; her cheeks sunk in and the slurping, sucking sounds permeated the room. The neighbor’s eyes closed slightly as he imagined those lips wrapped around his cock. He wished he was a part of the live show.
“Fuck baby!” Rod growled as he pulled his cock out from her mouth abruptly.
A loud popping sound emerged the second his cock was released from her tightly, pursed lips. She looked up at him in question, wondering if she had done something wrong.
“You are so fucking good!” he exclaimed. “If I kept it in a second longer I would’ve blown my load…but I prefer somewhere else.”
He told her to turn around and get onto her back. Anita moved as quickly as she could and set her ass just at the edge with her legs up in the air, spread wide open. She was ready and more than willing. Rod took hold of her hips, lined his cock up with her wet opening then plunged deeply in one swift move. Anita gasped loudly. Rod kept the rhythm of pounding his cock into her causing her to moved up and up across the table. He pulled her back down and she reached for the edge and held tightly. He kept up the heavy pounding a few minutes then slowed down and pulled his cock almost all the way out, leaving the head just inside of the entrance of her soaking pussy before he would slam his cock into her using his lower body strength. Anita’s breathing grew deep and erratic. Beads of perspiration formed on their bodies; Rod’s dripped down onto hers.
“Fuck me!” she cried out. “Fuck me harder! Harder! Pound my pussy with that hard cock of yours!”
“You got it!” he said breathing heavily.
He rode her hard and deep and their bodies slapped together as if someone was hitting their hand upon bare skin. Anita pulled, twisted and pinched her nipples. Her head tossed side to side. Minutes later she had another orgasm and she reached out and grabbed onto his arms while her body shook. It took a minute or so for her to calm down, for her orgasm to slow to a stop. When she stopped Rod pulled her off of the table, turned her around and bent her over. He pressed her upper body onto the table, smashing her tits under her.
Quickly he picked up where he left off and pounded her from behind. Her juices dribbled down her inner thighs to her ankles and feet. She had so much cum to give. It didn’t take long before her tits began to hurt so she propped herself up slightly and bucked back to meet his every thrust. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and kept on pushing his cock in and out.
“That’s it, fuck my dick,” he told her over and over.
After ten minutes or so he pulled back out and climbed onto the study dining table. Anita soon followed and knew what to do next. She climbed up and over and straddled over his cock that stuck straight up like a flagpole. She reached down and under to take hold of his slippery cock and held it steady. Slowly she lowered herself onto him feeling the tip slip inside of her. Once she had an inch or so insider of her she released her hold and worked her way down, taking a little more of his cock inside of her. Once she had his entire length inside she lifted herself up and hovered with the head still inside. Then she came down hard. His cock speared her deeply and she loved the piercing feeling.
“Oh fuck, yeah! That’s it; ride my fucking cock!” Rod loudly said.
Anita rode him long and hard. Her massive tits bounced and swayed as she lifted and slammed herself down, impaling herself with his cock. At one point she slowed then sat down with him buried deep inside of her. She jerked her hips back and forth a few times then rotated her hips in a circular motion making sure his cock touched every millimeter of her pussy walls. Rod loved what she was doing.
“You’re so fucking hot! Fuck that cock!”
Anita began to pick up the pace and rode his cock. It seems hours before Rod finally had had enough and wanted to fill the young pussy with his cum. He grabbed onto her hips and flipped her onto her back, keeping his cock buried deep inside. It was his turn now to take control. He took hold of her legs, bent then at the knees and pressed her thighs against her tits. This caused her ass to lift up off of the table giving him deeper access.
Rod held her legs in place and plunged his hard cock into her depths. Anita was enjoying how deep his cock felt inside of her. She took hold of her legs and Rod concentrated on pounding into her. They were both groaning and moaning loudly. Their sole spectator was also doing the same as his hand furiously stroked his cock to the rhythm of Rod’s cock pounding the young woman’s pussy.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Rod grew louder with each thrust. “Oh, Fuck!!!”
Streams of cum spewed into the depths of her pussy as Rod exploded. He leaned hard into her and kept his cock buried until his balls emptied their sacs. At the same time the neighbor came; crying out as his cum sprayed out onto the window he was at, watching the couple next door on the dining table.
Once spent, Rod fell onto Anita in exhaustion. His weight pressed down on her, making her breathing a bit difficult but she didn’t mind. She too came when Rod emptied his cum inside of her.
Minutes later Anita screamed and pushed him off of her, “Get off of me you brute!”
Her balled up fists pounded on his chest as he leaned over her. Anger now filled her eyes. Rod frowned and sat on top of her, holding onto her wrists.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” angrily he asked.
“You…You fucking, rapist, bastard!!!” was the last words she screamed before everything went black.
Her left cheek burned when she opened her eyes. She looked around and discovered she was back in her grandmother’s bed. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the posts, once again. Tears began to well in her eyes as her body shook from fear.
Chapter 3: Taking A Ride
“Get up! Get dressed!” Rod yelled after releasing her restraints.
The terrified young woman scrambled to gather her clothes and quickly dressed. He took hold of her arm and yanked her into the living room where her grandmother sat quietly. He pushed her down beside the old woman, tied her hands behind her back then began pacing like a panther.
Ten minutes later there was a loud knock on the front door.
“Yo, it’s me! Open up!” a male’s voice boomed.
“It’s about fucking time!” Rod bellowed as he let the stranger in.
“So this is them?” the blonde haired male said. He paced back and forth, inspecting the two women sitting quietly with their eyes drawn to the floor. “Not bad, not bad at all.”
“Come on, let’s get the fuck going!”
Rod took hold of Anita’s arm while the stranger yanked Eloise to her feet. Anita heard her Grams gasp.
“Please don’t hurt her…she’s old,” Anita pleaded.
“Shut the fuck up!” Rod said as they made their way to the van parked in the driveway.
The side sliding door was open and the men shoved the two women inside then slid the door shut. The noise echoed inside of the empty utility van as the men climbed in. Rod sat behind the wheel and gunned the engine to a start before putting it in gear and driving out onto the street. The two men talked but Anita couldn’t hear what they were saying. The noise and the radio muffled their conversation.
Anita could barely see out of the driver and passenger windows and there were no windows in the back. She relied on her hearing to keep track of their journey and made mental notes as to the turns and feel of the road as they traveled along.
The van came to a stop and the stranger got up from his seat. He made his way towards the back.
“Take it easy with them, Jake. We don’t want them too fucking tired by the time we get there,” laughed Rod.
“Yeah, yeah,” the tall blonde grunted back.
He squatted down in front of the two women and looked at each of them. Back and forth his eyes darted. Jake was a strange one; it seemed age didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was a pair of tits and ass and a hot pussy.
“Hey Granny,” he teased as he leaned closer to the older woman.
Out of nowhere he grabbed the back of Eloise’s head and planted his lips hard upon hers. His tongue snaked between her lips as she tried to squirm her way free.
“Don’t! Stop it!” Anita cried out. “Please, she’s just an old woman!”
Jake broke off of the kiss and told Anita, “Shut the fuck up cunt!”
The second he stopped talking Jake went back to Eloise and ran his tongue along her lips. She frowned and pursed her lips together. This only made him pursue further. He reached out and moved her away from her grand daughter. Once he was satisfied that she was where he wanted her he reached out and grabbed one of her tits.
It felt very soft and he was surprisingly happy to feel her nipple harden. Jake had had older women before. In fact the oldest woman he had sex with was a few years older than Eloise and it was one a dear friend of his grandmother when he was only eighteen years old. This was the beginning of his crusade to fuck any and all women.
“Please don’t do this,” shakily the older woman said. “Please don’t hurt me or my grand daughter.”
“Let me tell you Granny, once I get you started you’re gonna be begging for more!” he said with an evil grin upon his face.
He lunged at her and pinned her to the floor of the van. His lips pressed hard against her withered lips. His hands groped her tits, body and legs. She tried to fight him off but she was too old and too weak for this strength and age. Then, she was shocked.
“Oh yeah,” Jake said as he worked on the last button of her top, exposing her sagging old tits.
Immediately he planted his lips upon her nipples and one of his hands went between her legs. He forced them open and held them apart with his own legs. His hand went in search of her pussy and found it clad in a cotton panty. Eloise gasped at this strange feeling and she felt the tears welling and her heart pounding in her chest.
Jake pulled at her panty until they tore apart. Now she was open for his fingers to explore. He reached between her soft pussy lips and found her clit. Eloise jolted up a bit, her eyes widened and she sucked in a short, deep breath.
He continued rubbing her clit for a few minutes then inserted his middle finger inside of her damp pussy. She could not believe how her body was coming back to life. She was beginning to feel like a young woman, like her grand daughter, who sat a few feet away from her.
“You like this, old lady? You forgot how it felt to be fucked, huh?” Jake tormented her with his finger pumping in and out of her pussy.
Eloise could not respond at first. She was gasping for air and then it overwhelmed her. Her body responded with a sensation she had forgotten over the years. She was experiencing her first orgasm in over thirty, perhaps forty, years. Her body shook violently.
“Oh Lord! Oh my!” was all the old woman could say as her body shook and her juices flowed every so lightly.
Jake removed his cum soaked fingers from the old woman’s pussy and held it up to his face. With an evil grin upon his face, he stared at Anita and brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. Grams passed out from the ordeal leaving Anita in a panic state of shock.
“Not bad tasting for an old broad,” he commented sarcastically. “Now…” his grin widened, “It’s your turn, ho!”
The van took a right turn, making Jake lose his balance and he fell sideways, hitting his head against the metal wall of the van. A loud thud was heard.
“What the fuck!” Jake yelled at Rod. “Watch the way you’re driving! Fuck!”
“We’re almost there!” Rod informed us.
“What? I’m just about to have fun with the ho!” Jake complained.
“Quit whining and get your fucking sorry ass back up here,” Rod commanded.
Mumbling obscenities under his breath, Jake made his way to the passenger seat in the front of the van. Ten minutes later the van pulled off the road. The sound of gravel could be heard as the tires traveled for a few more minutes before the van came to a halt.
Chapter 4 : Taken For A Ride
Jake waited for Rod to open the back door of the van and watched the two women with fear in their eyes. It was one bad ordeal after another and the women were afraid of what was going to happen next.
The two women were pushed out of the van and led to an old house in the middle of nowhere. The property seemed endless and the only other structure looked like an old wooden barn or garage; only a few trees lined the gravel road they had just traveled and bushes sprouted out here and there among the grassy field. Anita added this to the notes she kept in her mind so she could tell the authorities later.
“Come on! Move your sorry asses!” Rod bellowed.
Jake took hold of Eloise right arm and yanked her inside of the house and Anita followed. Inside of the main part of the house was the living room; barely furnished with an old worn sofa, large discolored coffee table and a wide screen television. Despite the sparse furnishings the room was quite large. To the left of the room was a doorway that led into a hallway where the women were being forcefully guided to. As they stood inside of the hallway entry Rod took Anita to the room on the left and Eloise was taken to the room on the right.
“Please, let me stay with my grand daughter,” Eloise begged as Jake took her into the bedroom. “Please…”
“What for…you want to watch her get her brains fucked out?” Jake loudly asked. “Well, answer me old lady?”
Eloise felt her heart sank; she was speechless. She stood a few steps inside of the bedroom and looked around. It was strangely decorated with a double size bed with metal bars along head and foot boards, a four drawer cherry wooden dresser, and a large mirror one of the side walls and the ceiling. Tucked away in a corner near the closet was a video camera on a tripod. Suddenly Jake pushed the old woman towards the bed and ordered her to sit down.
Meanwhile, Rod took Anita into the master bedroom and slightly closed the door behind them, leaving an inch or two of the door ajar. Anita stood there looking at the room with the four-cornered metal posted large king sized bed, a long dresser against the wall farthest to the door below the windows, a small entertainment center equipped with a good sized television, VCR, DVD player and rows of videos and DVD’s, a full length mirror to the left of the dresser and a wall length mirror closes to the door. What she didn’t notice was the video camera on a tripod standing beside the entertainment center near the closet.
“Now,” Rod began to speak, “if you and your old lady want to live the two of you, especially you, had better do as I say and when I say it! Understand?”
Anita nodded with her eyes looking down at the wooden floor.
“What? I can’t hear you!” he told her. “I want you to answer me not shake your head!”
Softly she responded, “Yes.”
“Louder!”
“Yes,” she barked at him angrily.
“That’s better but you better start changing that fucking attitude slut!”
The word “slut” rang in her ears and she drew in a deep breath and glared at him. If looks could kill he would have dropped dead the second her eyes met his.
“Don’t give me that look! I think it’s time I teach you some lessons.”
Roughly Rod grabbed onto her right arm and tossed her across towards the bed as if she was a rag doll. Anita landed on her stomach then rolled over onto her back to sit up. In a flash Rod came up to her and pulled her to her feet. She stood there looking upward at him; her eyes still full of disgust and anger. He turned her around to face the bed from the side and untied her hands. She rubbed her wrists to ease the burning sensation embedded in her skin. As she did this Rod reached around and grabbed handfuls of her clothed tits and squeezed hard causing her to cry out. He released his hold on her tits then grabbed onto her shoulders and spun her around to face him. Before she could gather herself he ripped her top open viciously and yanked it off of her body and arm. He then tried to grab onto the front of her bra but couldn’t so he held her tight within his arms and fumbled with the hooks. He was struggling and Anita laughed to herself. Finally he pulled with both hands and the metal hooks came apart. Rod yanked her bra down her arms, stepping back a little.
His eyes feasted upon her naked tits until she tried to cover herself up. This got on his nerves and he pulled her arms away, exposing her erect nipples. Quickly he lowered his mouth onto her left tit and began sucking on the hardened nub while his other hand grabbed, squeezed and massaged her right tit. Anita desperately tried to push him off.
“Ow!” she cried out as he bit down on her nipple.
Rod chuckled to himself, running his tongue around the hardened nub before biting down and rolling the nipple between his teeth. Her resistance gave way and she began to respond. It began to feel good, creating a warm, damp feeling between her legs. Anita tried to stop the way she was responding; mentally fighting within herself, reminding herself that she was raped and kidnapped by this brute. He then moved his attention to her other nipple and lavished it with the same treatment.
His left hand drifted downward; down her taut, flat stomach while his right hand started unbuttoning, unzipping her jeans. With both hands he began pushing her jeans past her shapely hips until they fell on their own to the floor, bunched around her ankles.
“No, please stop,” Anita said meekly.
Her words fell upon deaf ears. Rod removed his mouth from her tit, looked directly into her eyes as his fingers dug into the waistband of her panty. Without warning he ripped the tiny garment from her body; the elastic band burned as it scraped against her skin. Now she was completely naked. Rod’s eyes traveled from head to toe. He liked the way she looked; so young, sexy with firm, large tits, a small waistline and shapely hips that drew attention to her clean shaven pussy. Rod stared, licking his lips and rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans.
“Oh my God, no!!!” Eloise screamed in the distance.
Suddenly her screams became muffled and Rod laughed.
“Guess the old lady is enjoying herself,” sarcastically he said. “Now, you…you know what I want.”
Hesitantly her trembling hands reached out and unbuttoned his jeans. She tried to listen to the happenings in the other room but got lost in her own thoughts. Rod grew impatient.
“Forget the old lady. She’s getting her brains fucked out like she never had before and I bet it’s been years since she had a cock up that shriveled up cunt of hers,” rudely he said. “Come on and do your job, bitch!”
The words burned in her ears and tears began to burn down her cheeks as she lowered the zipper and pulled his jeans down. Within seconds his cock sprang free and nearly slapped her in her face. Once the jeans fell around his ankles, Rod stepped out of them and took hold of his hard cock and slapped it across her face.
“Suck it, bitch! I know you’re hungry for it!”
He was right. For some strange reason unknown to her, Anita was hungry; hungry for his cock. Moans escaped from his lips and he began rocking his hips back and forth. She reached up behind him and placed her hands on his ass cheeks. The tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat which should have caused her to gag but she managed to relax the muscles and easily took his entire length down; dribbles of saliva escaped from the corners of her mouth as he continued fucking her heavenly mouth
“That’s my slut! Suck that dick good and hard. Make me cum so I can shoot it down your hot fucking throat,” he growled.
In the very short time Anita grew to love sucking on cock. She seemed to be a natural when it came to pleasing a man with her mouth. Within minutes Rod began to moan louder, rocking his hips back and forth at a faster pace. He placed his hands upon her head, keeping her steady.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna shoot my load down that hot fucking throat of yours and I want you to swallow every drop!” He warned her breathing heavily. Then it happened. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Here it cums slut! Take it! Swallow it! Fuck!!!”
He tossed his head backwards as streams of cum shot out into her mouth down her throat. At first she gagged but once she controlled her breathing she swallowed as fast as she could. Hot, thick streams shot down her throat and filled her cheeks. Like
Breakfast in bed
Friday, February 15th, 2008 By: Monica
Ann awoke and quietly slipped out of bed. She looked at Brad lying on his back totally oblivious to her movements exhausted from last night’s incredible sex no doubt. He was definitely a gift to her and she wanted to please him for all that he had given to her. Tall and slender with short dark hair. He slept in the nude and she couldn’t help but stare at his soft member, curled over looking snug. The muscles in his body were well defined especially his strong arms. Brad was such a good lover always making sure that Ann was pleased before allowing himself to get off. His willingness to try anything with her turned her on.
Today, it was Ann’s turn to please Brad. She tiptoed down to the kitchen to gather some provisions. He was still sleeping when she returned setting her supplies on the bedside table.
Their bed was always prepared with ropes tied to each post. They shared a very experimental sex life. They knew each other’s limits of what was acceptable or not. They both shared the openness to try new things and for this morning, Ann was going to introduce something new. She gently wrapped his wrists with the rope tying them in place. She only had to move his arm a little and was able to do so without disturbing his slumber. She moved to his ankles and tied them as well, moving the blankets just a little bit to reach him.
Ann crawled in bed and snuggled up beside Brad. She softly kissed him on his lips as her hand moved over his chest, grazing over his breasts. His nipples hardened under her gentle touch. She used her tongue to lick lightly over his lips causing him to stir.
His eyes fluttered open sleepily. ‘What? What’s this?’ Brad hazily asked trying to touch her and noticing right away he was tied up and couldn’t move.
‘Good morning lover.’ Ann whispered with a sly smile on her face. ‘I brought you breakfast in bed to thank you for all you do for me.’ Ann reached over to the table and picked up a grape. She brought it over to Brad’s mouth. He opened his mouth and accepted the tiny morsel.
‘How do you expect me to eat if I am tied up?’ Brad asked stretching his head forward against his tethered arms. Ann moved to her knees on the side of him and adjusted his pillows bringing his head up to a more comfortable position.
Ann giggled a little and answered saying, ‘Well, Brad, this is a very special breakfast in bed for you. I will take care of getting the food to you. She reached over and brought a piece of cantaloupe to his dry mouth.
Brad decided he was going to like this right away. His lover in the nude, kneeling next to him feeding him delicious fruit, what could be better, he thought to himself. Little did he know that this was just the beginning?
Ann brushed her long dark hair to the side and looked directly into Brad’s eyes with such deep desire. Brad just stared back getting lost in her deep brown dreamy eyes. ‘Brad, my love, you are in for a very special treat this morning. I hope you enjoy all that I have planned for you.’ She said in a soft sexy voice.
First, Ann took some more melon and began rubbing it all over her breasts. Brad could see the juice starting to drip down over her flesh. Round and round she pressed the fruit against herself paying special attention to her nipples. Brad continued to watch in amazement. He could see her brown nipples starting to come to life and harden. Ann held the fruit to her lips and slowly took a bite relishing its taste. The other part she offered to Brad to consume.
Ann smiled as she reached over for a couple of strawberries. Brad loved strawberries and she knew it. Brad instinctively opened his mouth and was surprised when instead; Ann put them between her soft, tender breasts and squeezed them in between to hold them there. A big smile crept across Brad’s face as he was starting to understand what was being planned.
Ann straddled over Brad’s body with a leg bent on either side of him keeping the fruit in place between her breasts. ‘Are you ready for more breakfast?’ She asked him in a teasing voice.
Brad could feel his cock begin to twitch and awaken. He lay there tied and helpless. His eyes were looking at her perky dark nipples with strawberries being squeezed by her curvy tits. ‘Yes, I’m ready.’ He answered excitedly.
Ann bent forward offering Brad his breakfast in breast. His willing mouth was open and eager. He brought his tongue to one nipple licking and flicking its tip, sucking so hungrily. He was able to taste the faintness of melon. Moving to the other without stopping. He was tonguing and sucking his way up towards his goal.
Ann’s dark areolas were rock solid and his slightest touches sent incredible sensations through her body. Brad stretched his tongue searching and probing for the fruit. Ann watched Brad at his work and could feel herself getting moist in the depths of her cunt. She loosened her hold on her tits allowing Brad the pleasures of finding the fruit. He was able to bury his face in the middle of her warm tender flesh while enjoying the fine taste of his favorite fruit. The juice wet his throat and Ann heard a moan escape from his mouth as he realized his prize.
Reaching over to the bowl of goodies on the side table, Ann took another strawberry. She placed it between her teeth and brought her mouth down to Brad’s. Brad tenderly took a bite of the fruit as Ann accepted the other half, letting their lips kiss each other. With mouths closed at first to swallow their tasty treat, followed then by a deeper kiss. Using their tongues they explored each other’s mouths fervently. Ann’s hands caressed the sides of Brad’s face and down his chest. Her eyes looked down and saw his cock was standing at attention. She smiled to herself knowing that she had caused this to happen.
‘Are you ready for more breakfast?’ Ann whispered in Brad’s ear kissing him there.
‘Oh, yes!’ Brad answered enthusiastically.
From the bowl, Ann showed Brad a nice juicy piece of watermelon. She took a bite, letting the cool drippings drop unto his chest. Her hand smeared the rest of the fruit over her body. She covered her breasts again keeping her nipples stimulated and down her belly. She continued to rub down towards her cunt that was sitting on her lover’s chest. Using her fingers she rub her clit as she caused it to protrude from its hood. The melon seemingly disappeared except for the wetness over Ann’s body shining in the early morning light. Brad was getting excited. He tried to move his hands to touch her but was unable to move them. He lifted his head but was limited at that as well.
‘Patience my love. There is more to come.’ Ann whispered noticing Brad’s movements. Brad was so turned on. He loved to watch his lover caress herself. Brad could feel the aching in his cock begin to pound even harder.
Brad didn’t see the next goody that Ann picked from the bowl. She lifted herself off from his chest and her hand went down to her cunt placing something inside. Ann brought her cunt to Brad’s face. He knew what to do.
Sticking his tongue out towards her hole, Ann lowered herself to meet him. Brad dove in smearing his face into Ann’s cunt curling his tongue and moving it in circles inside her. He was unable to reach the treasure she had buried inside. She adjusted the pillow behind his head giving him a better angle to perform. Brad could taste the sweetness of her natural juices mixed with a hint of watermelon and strawberry. He continued to suck her up.
‘Oh Brad, that feels so good. I want you to bite me too.’ Ann said as she gyrated her hips over him. She moved her fingers slowly down her body to her clit. She rubbed and flicked it as he used his tongue. He moved his mouth all around totally consuming every area he could reach. Using his teeth he teased her lips and moved to her clit pushing her hand out of the way. A loud moan escaped her.
Brad looked up and saw her breast bouncing and her head arched back. He knew she was close. He felt her cunt muscles contracting. He plunged his tongue in deeply using his teeth to continue to bring her pleasure with her clit. Another loud groan came from deep within Ann. Her body tensed squeezing around Brad’s face. She came in force, spraying her sweet juice out and all over Brad. It was more than he could handle in his strapped down position. Her cum splashed all over his face. Its force pushed a grape out of her cunt and into Brad’s mouth. He bit into it and could taste a new sensation. Another grape came flying out of her cunt and into his mouth. It was so soft and sweet.
Ann moved her body off from Brad’s chest sliding her wetness over to his waist stopping just short of his rugged cock leaving him laying there with all her dripping cum all over him. She laid down over him and began to lick his neck and cheeks cleaning up her own sticky taste that she had sprayed over him. She joined lips with Brad and consummated the experience in its entirety. Her mouth was wildly licking and sucking every spot of her wetness from his skin. Kissing his ear she whispered, ‘Oh Brad, you were wonderful. Have you enjoyed your breakfast?’
‘Baby, this is incredible. I love it, but my cock is hungry too. When are you going to feed it?’ Brad said feeling the pulsing in his shaft reminding him of his own desires.
‘Well honey, I have a very special treat to take care of that.’ She announced with revived energy.
Ann’s arm reached over to the table and grabbed a can of whipped cream. She sat herself up again and scooted down between his spread legs. Ann’s mouth revealed a sly smile as she asked, ‘Are you ready?’
Brad couldn’t believe all the thought that Ann had put into this special morning experience. This was something so new and exciting for them to treasure. ‘Hell yes baby. Give it to me. I want you so bad right now. I can’t wait much longer.’ He responded quickly.
Ann shook the can and aimed it at his huge cock. She sprayed it starting at the base of his cock and all the way up his entire 8-inch member. She held it in her hand upright and added a dollop to the tip. Setting the can down, Ann brought her mouth down to lightly lick the cream away from the top. She opened her mouth and cupped it around the tip. Breathing in she sucked off the silky smooth cream.
Brad was able to see almost everything. He watched wishing he could move and thrust his cock deep within his lover. He did manage to pull his hips up to meet her ravenous mouth. Brad realized that being tied up he had lost power over her, but somehow, gained it by not being able to respond as he normally would.
Ann’s tongue was licking down one side of Brad’s hardness and up the other side lapping up all the cream and letting it smear on her face. Descending on his length to his balls she glided her mouth. She looked up into Brad’s brown eyes staring at her. With her hand holding his cock, and her tongue ravishing it all over, she smiled at him showing him her satisfaction in pleasing him.
After all the cream was gone, Ann shook the can again. This time she pointed it in her mouth and squeezed filling it. After swallowing some she brought her mouth back down to his prepared dick. With her mouth still filled she inhaled his cock. Brad didn’t know what hit him. She bobbed her head so fast and so deep it amazed him. She sucked him all in, his entire shaft with the cream keeping her lips tightly pursed around it. Ann knew what she was doing and she used her knowledge of how Brad liked things done to bring him ultimate pleasure. She turned her head around bringing her face down deeply and back up pushing with her tongue under his cock on his very sensitive vein.
‘Ann that feels so incredible. Don’t stop. I love it. It won’t take me long baby. Keep going.’ Brad managed to say in between his deepening breathes.
Hearing this just made Ann quicken her pace thoroughly taking in every hard inch of Brad’s cock and going up to the rim of his cock over and over. Ann used her hand to massage Brad’s balls gently. She was fucking his mouth with such skill and desire. Her lips never loosening their grip as she worked. Bringing her mouth down completely letting his cock hit the very back of her throat again and again with her every thrust. She slammed her face down with such exquisite force that Brad felt his balls twitching for release.
‘Oh baby, oh girl. I am gonna cum. I am gonna cum baby.’ Brad yelled out as a deep trembling surged through his body and came firing out deep into the depths of Ann’s throat. Spurt after luscious spurt, Ann kept swallowing getting it all in. There was so much that she had to hold some in her mouth until she could swallow more. Ann felt a little drip out of the corner of her mouth and let it drip. After Brad had emptied every last drop of his precious juice, Ann brought her mouth gently up to the top of his sensitive cock making sure not to lose any of his sweetness. She sucked tenderly the tip of his member and gave it a final kiss before releasing it.
Ann crawled over his body and lay there resting her head on his chest. Brad turned his face and kissed her hair. ‘Is there anything else in store for me Ann or will you release me from my tethers?’ Brad asked in a soft voice.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Ann bent over and kissed Brad and said ‘good morning lover, let’s shower.’ She stood up and untied Brad’s restraints. They sat together in bed and fed each other the remaining fruit before they headed off to the bathroom to wash each other up.
