Kriste looked over at Darleen’s empty bed, and wondered what her roommate was doing; if she was having sex with the group captain again. If Darlene had been in their room as she was supposed to be, the attack she had just been subjected to probably would never have happened. Her thoughts were bitter, as she rocked back and forth still sobbing, unable to control the feelings of loneliness that washed over her. She could still feel the pain and humiliation so recently caused by the hands that had invaded her body. Slowly her sobs quieted, and a determined look transformed her pretty face. Her thoughts turned to home, to friends at school, a longing for friends and family swept through her. She looked over at her roommates empty bed again and thought, ‘no I’d rather die than take the easy way out like Darleen has, I just have to take it.’ She understood why her roommate had taken the captain as a lover. It had stopped the other men on base from hitting on her, like the continued advances that she still had to thwart. She thought bitterly, ‘all I want is to become a combat pilot, not to date the whole damn squadron! Why couldn’t they give me a little respect? What’s wrong with me, why don’t they like me?’ What had occurred only moments ago, was retaliation for her continual rejection of her male classmates advances toward her. At first she had tried to explain why she thought it wasn’t a good idea to become romantically involved with anyone. Then when that didn’t seem to work, she became more abrupt any of the medical services for her entire term. She wasn’t all that happy about doing so now, but she had to talk to someone other than Darleen about her fears and anxieties.

Lt. Beal turned to be an old war horse with over 25 years in the Air Force. Kriste was disappointed to find that she would get no sympathy there. Lt. Beal’s solution was simple; “Girl, you sound to me like you’re just a little up tight. When I was you’re age, I’d have paid to get a bunch of handsome cadets to feel me up. I suggest that you consider giving some lucky young man a little gift of that up tight virginity of yours. You just need a some good sex, and you’ll be right as rain.” As Kriste walked to Logistics class, the phrase “give some man a gift of that up tight virginity of yours,” kept running through her head. At nineteen Kriste, hadn’t had any kind of sex with another person. Could ‘she’ be the problem. Was ‘she’ the one who was strange, could she have brought on the events of the other night because she was so up tight about sex? The problem prayed on Kriste’s mind all day.

She had remained a virgin because she didn’t want anything to get in her way, she knew what she’d wanted, and boys just weren’t important enough to jeopardize her dream. She couldn’t believe it, here she was at the threshold of realizing everything she had worked for, and it was turning out to be a disappointment. None of her class- mates liked her, she was unable to make friends, maybe she had her priorities wrong after all. . . . At dinner that evening as Kriste sat alone eating, still with an distracted look on her pretty face, a young cadet sat down beside her. “Mind if I sit here sweety?” Normally Kriste would have said something like, “Hey, don’t call me sweety, I have a name!” But that evening she just looked at him and gave him a wan smile. She noted that the man was John Davenport, the guy with the rich family from Boston. Kriste had never really liked him, he was a loud-mouth as far as she was con- cerned. And ever since they’d started actual flight training, she had done much better than him, and he’d been less than gracious about it. On an impulse, Kriste said, “Would you like to go out with me tonight?” Johnny for once, didn’t have a smart comeback. He sat there with his mouth open and stared at her for an awkward moment, then smiled and said, “Sure honey I’d like that just fine. What made you change your mind about dates?” Kriste took a deep breath, leveled a stare at the young man and said in a determined voice, “I’ve decided to have sex with a man, and I’ve pick you; so how about it?” She almost fainted she was so nervous. Making the decision to have sex with one of her classmates had taken all her courage.

She had ignored sex all her life, now here she was trying to get a man to make love to her. She could almost hear her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to answer her. For the second time in rich Johnny Davenport’s life he was left speechless. All he could do for a moment was stutter, “. . .s. . .se. . .sex. . . with me? I don’t get it?” Kriste stood up with dinner tray in hand, and said in a voice that she hoped sounded sexy, “You’ll ‘get it’ tonight, I promise you. But do me a favor and keep this a secret will you?” She stood staring at the young man until as if breaking a trance, he jumped to life and said, “Ah. . . sure sweety, I promise. . . our little secret. . .” Kriste stood a moment longer then turned to go, saying over her shoulder, “I’ll meet you in town at the Blue Bird, why don’t you get a room for us.” -=*=- Kriste hurried back to her dorm room with a vicious case of butterflies beating around in her stomach. As she entered their room she saw Darleen dressing for her date that night. “So, Darleen, you gonna meet Ronald in town tonight?” Her roommate was pulling on one of her short skirts that barely covered her bottom. Kriste wondered how she could sit without showing everything, but then thought to herself, ‘well that’s probably the idea.’ Bringing her mind back to the question she needed to ask, Kriste said, “Could you drop me off in town on your way?” Darleen shot her one of her ‘Darleen’ looks and said, “What, at the library?” She was being sarcastic again, but Kriste didn’t mind, she was so nervous and confused, that she actually said, “No I’m meeting Johnny at the Blue Bird, and I just need a ride is all.” Darleen stopped what she was doing and turned to look at her roommate. “You’re what? You and Johnny? Oh man, now I’ve heard everything. Why’d you pick a jerk like that?” Kriste looked hurt for a moment, then trying to sound confident she said, “I just need to lose my cherry, I don’t intend to marry the man. I think he’ll do.” Her roommate must have found something funny about that because she just laughed and said she’d be happy to drop her off at the motel. -=*=- It was after 8 by the time Darleen dropped Kriste off in the motel parking lot. At the last moment, Darleen felt concern for her, and asked, “Do you want to ask me anything? You want me to come back in an hour to see if you need a ride back to base?” Kriste had already steeled herself for the coming event. She just wanted to get it over with, and her friends questions were distracting, the words demanded that she think, and she didn’t want to think right then, so she just said, “No thanks Dar, I’m OK, but thanks.” She squeezed her roommate’s hand as she exited the car. Darleen watched the Levi clad woman walk toward the motel office.

She thought to herself, that ‘that bastard Johnny better appreciate what he’s getting to- night.’ But then she knew that he probably wouldn’t. -=*=- After inquiring at the front desk, and getting a leer- ing once-over by the clerk, Kriste headed for Johnny’s room. She was determined to go through with it. Just like everything in her young life, once she had made up her mind, she went through with her plans. . .to the end. As Kriste knocked on the door she felt her heart pound- ing in her chest, and could feel her pulse thumping in her throat. As the door opened, she looked into the room and saw a messy bed with the covers thrown on the floor, and the TV blaring. Johnny was standing in front of her in his underwear and nothing else. Kriste knew that he was trying to shock her, to make her nervous, so as nonchalantly as possible she said, “Embarrassed about size, is that why you’re keeping your undies on?” She smiled at his blank look, then shoved past him to the bathroom. Hearing the door close in the other room, Kriste leaned with both hands on the small bathroom sink, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and for a brief moment wondered what she was doing. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw Johnny, now minus his underwear standing in the doorway. She didn’t move, she just keep looking at her reflection, then slowly moved her eyes to the reflection of the man behind her. Although she had never seen an erect penis before, she knew what was between a man’s legs, but she was still surprised at the actual sight of it. He was fully hard and pointing out and up.

A moment of fear flashed through her ‘that he was too big to actually fit inside her.’ She hadn’t realized that they got that big. Slowly Kriste turned putting on a brave face she said, “Well lets get it done OK?” The young man looked at Kriste, admiring her, thinking how pretty she was, her straight blonde hair framing a pretty tan face. Her wide set blue eyes and full lips had always attracted his attention. And now he was going to fuck this babe; the thought sent a sexual thrill thought his body. They stood in silence facing each other, Kriste’s eyes locked on Johnny’s pulsing erection. After a minute or so he started to become a little self-conscious and finally said, “Hey sweety, we can’t do it with your clothes on, now can we?” She was startled for a moment then quickly began to strip her clothes off.

She looked like someone who was about to go skinny dipping in freezing water, and just wanted to get the initial shock of diving into the cold water over with. Johnny didn’t care that she looked nervous, he just wanted to plunder her body. He still couldn’t under- stand why she’d put the moves on him. He’d tried so many times he’d finally given up. That’s why he’d instigated the little nocturnal call on her room the other night. And. . . ummm. . . her tight little pussy had felt so good, that had been a little piece of heaven. He still remembered the feel of her pussy lips around his fingers, and the smell of her. He’d fallen asleep in his bunk with his fingers in his mouth. And speaking of heaven he thought; ‘man look at that tight body, this is gonna be just too fine.’ Kriste had undone her pants first and stepped out of them. As she was pulling her T-shirt over her head, Johnny decided that he couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed the surprised girl around the waist and shoved her onto the bed. Her arms were still above her head, with the T-shirt obstructing her view, so she cried out for him to wait. But Johnny didn’t care: he just wanted to fuck her, and he was ready.

As Kriste struggled with her T-shirt, Johnny climbed between the young woman’s thrashing legs and pushed his swollen cock into her exposed sex. He pulled out then pushed back in, fast this time, fast and hard. He felt the impact of her maidenhead and then it gave way all at once and he plunged in as deep as he could. His head spun, the sensations that assailed him were momentarily over-powering. She was so tight! It felt like a living glove surrounding his straining cock. He could feel every beat of her heart pulsing through the warm walls of her cunt, throbbing around his cock; like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He was loving it. Kriste stopped struggling with the tangled T-shirt as she felt Johnny begin to enter her. Through the fabric of her shirt she could hear him on top of her grunting in his effort to gain entrance. Then she felt herself being stretched. . .more, and more, until it started to hurt, and still he pushed her open. Lying there hands above her head, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, a man hunched over her, thrusting into her exposed sex, Kriste didn’t know how to react.

She hadn’t known what to expect, but she had never imagined anything like this. Then she cried out through gritted teeth as he pushed home all the way into her. The pain was intense, but her cry didn’t bother Johnny; having reached his goal he just started pumping away happily, bouncing the young woman’s body underneath his own. Kriste’s young body soon recovered from the initial shock, her strong well shaped legs flexed with each thrust of the horny man on top of her. But it was uncomfortable for her, the position was an awkward one. But Johnny didn’t care, he was enjoying the feel of Kriste’s pussy wrapped around his pumping shaft. He was enjoying it so much in fact, that shortly he began to grunt with each thrust, until his body went rigid, trembling on top of Kriste’s as he pushed hard and deep into her and emptied himself into her womb. The only sound in the room was his gasps for breath as he slumped on top of the young woman. After a few moments Johnny pulled out of her and stood up with a big sigh, and said, “Now that was fun, we’ll have to do that again next week. Or maybe tomorrow night would be even better.” He was laughing to himself as he wiped his shrinking manhood with a towel, and began to dress. Kriste lay still for a moment after Johnny had pulled himself out of her. T-shirt still wrapped around her face and arms. She wasn’t quite sure what had just happened. She had lost her virginity, hadn’t she?

The slight pain between her legs confirmed it, his cooling sweat on her chest and stomach confirmed it, didn’t it? Slowly she sat up on the bed, pulling her shirt back down to cover her breasts. She watched as Johnny wiped himself and talked about their next time. To describe the feeling of that unreal moment, all Kriste could think of was it had been, well, disappointing. She was kind of numb; everything had happened so fast, and she’d received no pleasure from it. She remembered her girlfriends talking so lovingly about their men, how good they made them feel. Kriste just sat there with nothing on but her T-shirt and socks, watching her first and only sex partner getting dressed to leave. As Johnny buttoned his shirt, and was ready to depart, he turned to Kriste and said with a happy smile on his face, “You can stay in the room as long as you want, I paid for the whole night. And baby, I just want’a thank you for a great fuck, I really enjoyed it. Maybe we’ll do it again tomorrow night huh?” With that he pulled the door open and was gone. Kriste looked at the closed door blankly, totally devoid of any feeling, except the uncomfortable trickle of his sperm flowing from her used sex. Not quite sure what to do, the young woman continued to sit where she’d been thrown only a few minutes before. The thought started to form in her mind, ‘Is this all there is to it?’ She couldn’t quite believe that that was all, but then she’d just had sex with a man, and here she was sitting on a bed in a cheap motel, leaking on the sheets. A knock at the door startled Kriste out of her reverie. Almost as if in a dream she got up from the bed, wondering why Johnny had come back, and what he wanted now. She opened the door and was even more startled to see David, one of her cadet classmates…

Marie Jenkins closed her eyes while rotating her head as she tried to work the kinks out of her tired neck and shoulders, it had been a long day, and now here it was almost ten thirty at night and she still had a pile of reports to go over before tomorrow’s big meeting!!! Deciding to take a five minute break, she stood up and stretched, and for some reason, she cupped her full chest through her blouse and tweaked her rapidly hardening nipples!!! All of the nervous tension in her body seemed to have gravitated to her pussy, which by now was literally dripping and throbbing in anticipation of a much needed orgasm!!! “Not now,” she moaned, “I’ve got a lot of work to finish up,” but in her heart she knew that only way that she’d ever get done was if she could get some relief for her now erect clit!!!

Forgetting momentarily that while she was alone in her office and on the twenty eighth floor, the blinds on her windows were wide open, offering any amateur voyeur who happened to be peeking a perfect view of everything she was doing!!! As she continued to caressing her breasts, her breathing became much more labored until finally she jerked up her dress and began furiously fingering her wet cunt until her whole body shuddered as it was consumed by a crushing climax!!! She collapsed back into her chair gasping for breath as the cool air wafted over her very satisfied pussy, while an hour later after finishing up her paper work she snapped of the lights to her office and headed off for home to a hot bath and a warm bed!!!

Somewhat bleary eyed, Marie entered her office at exactly eight sharp to go over some notes she had made in preparation for this morning’s meeting!!! “These fifteen hour days are gonna kill,” she mumbled to herself while taking a sip of hot black coffee and making sure that she had all of the data she needed on the upcoming merger!!! Checking her watch one last time, she remembered that it she was expecting an important e-mail from the west coast office, so she quickly punched in her password, and with a touch of a button her screen came alive with a half dozen or so messages, including the one she had been waiting for!!! After downloading and printing it, she checked the remaining mail to see if there was anything important! It was the last one, however, that piqued her interest, because it had such funny title!!! “Must be some SPAM,” she said softly as she double clicked on “Saw You!!!”!!! As the screen filled with the message, Marie’s heart popped to her throat as she read, “Thank you so much for the show, it was much more than enoyable!!! My office is directly across from yours and I couldn’t help but notice your display of overt self gratification!!! Watch me tonight at eight, it’s my turn!!!” Signed, The Voyeur!!! Marie’s heart was beating a mile a minute as she gazed out the window at the windows on the building just across the alley while wondering who had been spying on her, and even more disturbing, how did that someone find out who she was and what her e-mail address was!?! Standing up on shaking legs, Marie slowly closed her blinds and headed off to her morning meeting!!!

All day Marie tried keeping her mind on her work, but the unnerving e-mail message kept slipping back into her mind, and while she certainly wasn’t going to stick around to watch some pervert masturbating in front of her, that was out of the question, she began forming an idea in her head that just might allow her to find out who was watching her!!! As the eight o’clock hour neared, Marie opened her blinds, turned of the lights to her office, and sat down in her chair and waited!!! Maybe, just maybe this so called voyeur would show himself to her!!! As the minutes ticked off and the time approached eight thirty, and figuring that who ever is was wasn’t going to show, Marie put on her coat and got ready to go home! She was just about ready to leave, when out of the blue her phone rang, causing her to momentarily freeze in the open doorway!!! “Who could that be at this hour,” she mumbled to herself while reaching for the receiver, “Hello, who is this!?!” “I’m disappointed in you Marie,” a deep male voice said softly, “I had hoped that we could help each other out!!!” “I-I’m sure that I don’t know what you mean,” she replied nervously, “and by the way, how did you find out who I am!?!” After ignoring her question he went on, “The other evening you looked so erotic, so beautiful, I had to pull myself out and do it with you right then and there!!!” “Y-you’re a pervert,” she stammered, “how dare you watch me in my own office!?!” “Oh, Marie,” he said softly, “I’ve never seen anyone quite like you, I could feel your heat all the way over here!!!” It was at that moment her gaze snapped over to the dark window in the other building and she replied, “If you’re so tough, show me what you look like, or are you afraid of me!!!” “Hardly,” he replied with a chuckle, “I just want you to promise me that you’ll stay until I’m finished, or what’s the point!!!” “I-I’ll think about it,” she stammered as an office directly across from her burst into brightness!!!

“Do you see my office, Marie,” he asked softly?!? “Yes,” she replied, “but I still can’t see you!!!” “In a moment,” he answered, “but I just want to tell you that I’m already erect and fisting my pecker!!!” A slight groan escaped her lips, and in a shaky voice she demanded, “Well show yourself if you have the guts, I’m waiting!!!” Several seconds later, a tall man appeared in front of the window with his back turned, and almost in slow motion began turning around to face her!!! “Oh my,” she gasped as his erection came into view!!! “You like that do you,” he asked while taking it into his hand and slowly fisting it, “now it’s my turn to give you a show!!!” Now while she wasn’t the most experienced woman in the world, she had seen her share of peckers, if this wasn’t the biggest one she’d ever seen it was pretty darn close, and whether she liked it or not, her pussy was slowly tightening and twisting towards and orgasm!!! “So tell me,” he panted, it’s exciting to watch, isn’t it, Marie!?!”

Marie was staring at the mid thirties executive working his hand smoothly up and down the length of his thick member when he ordered her, “Marie, turn on the light and step over to the window!!!” “I can’t,” she gasped as her finger brushed over her swollen little clit, “i-it’s too embarrassing!!!” “You can do it,” he implored, “you want to do it, look at my penis, it got hard just for you, now come to the window and show yourself to me, let me see and feel your incredible fire!!!” “Oh, god,” she moaned while turning on the light and half stumbling to the window with her hand inside of her panties, “h-how’s this!!!” “Mmmmm,” he hummed, “you look delicious, are you aroused!?!” “Can’t you tell,” she sighed while ogling his monster organ!?! “Do you like my penis,” he asked while overtly thrusting his hips towards her!?!” “Sweet jesus,” she moaned, “look at how long and thick it is……………………” “Do you like watching me masturbate, Marie,” he whispered into the phone, “it’s almost like I’m just exposing my cock to you on the street, just look at it sticking out of my trousers!?!” By now Marie had lost all of her inhibitions, and without even thinking, she slid her panties down and hiked up her skirt, exposing her dark muffy to her voyeuristic admirer!!! Ohhhhhhhhh,” he moaned, “you have a very hairy pussy, it looks fucking incredible!!!” “Do you really like it,” she asked softly?!? “Oh, god, just look at my pecker, it’s as hard as a fucking rock,” he panted before asking, “do you know what I did last night!?!” “No,” she gasped as her vagina convulsed unevenly, “w-what did you do last night!?!” “I was lying in bed thinking about watching you masturbating,” he went on, “and I couldn’t help myself, because I pulled out my cock and jerked it of right then and there and I came all over the place!!!” “Oh my,” she groaned, “did you cum really hard!?!” “My cum shot up to my chest,” he replied as his hand became a blur on his erect shaft, “just like it’s ready to do now, blow a big load all over the place!!!”

Never in her whole life had she ever done anything this reckless, but at that moment all she cared about was satisfying the incredible craving burning deep in her cunt, and she really didn’t care how many strangers were watching her, just as long as she got her gun!!! “Are you close,” he panted while staring at her dark haired cunt!?! “S-so close now,” she gasped, “I-I’m almost there, just a little more and ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, I’m cumming so fucking hard!!!” He watched in utter disbelief as the pretty young woman leaned against her desk in the throes of a brutal, cunt busting orgasm, which naturally induced his eight inch pecker to spasm hard, and ejaculate a torrent of hot cum onto the window pane in front of him!!! Oh, fuck,” he groaned as his spunk spewed out of his big dick, “that was fucking unreal!!!”

Marie held on to the edge of her desk and struggled the six feet to her waiting chair, where she plopped down hard with her cunt still twitching like crazy, when she finally was able to speak, she said softly, “You know my name, but I don’t know yours, why don’t you introduce yourself!?!” “He stood there with his now spent pecker swinging gently back and forth and replied, “I’m Rick, and I work late almost every evening!!!” “Well,” Marie sighed softly, “I don’t work late every night, but I’m sure gonna start!!!
(Stephanie Sarg)

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He likes me to stand, waiting for him. In a dark room, usually. Wearing something not too expensive, but definitely sexy… whatever was a bargain at Frederick’s of Hollywood. Sometimes I wear street clothes I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing on the streets, sometimes it’s lingerie, something lacy. Yesterday was typical.

I decided to be a little daring. I wore a black mini-dress, cotton, with an oh-so-low cut that showed off my best features. And I didn’t wear any underwear; the dress would’ve made that pretty obvious up front if I didn’t wear my old friendly leather jacket over it. I’ve had it for three years, now, and I guess, really, it’s my best friend. My armor against the world, especially if otherwise I’m dressed like a two-bit whore. In my gym bag I had sensible clothes: bra and panties, boots and jeans and a t-shirt.

I took the bus down, ignoring the occasional looks I got from people. My legs were showing, but they aren’t that attractive… not bad, just okay. The jacket stopped people from noticing me too much. When I got of the C-4 and walked the three blocks to his house, it was a different story. He lives in a very nice neighborhood, and I looked a little cheap, I guess. Maybe more than a little.

Still, he’s never told me to take the back entrance or anything. I strolled up to the gate, and let myself in with the key, the largest one on my ring. It’s one of those old fashioned kind, like way old-fashioned, a big iron . It always gives me a little quake when I close the gate behind me, ‘cause it shrieks something awful, and it’s no secret why. Lots of rust.

I should offer to do something about that, I guess, but when I arrive I can’t wait, and when I’m on my way out I don’t feel like doing any work. I could sneak by some day that we don’t have an ‘appointment’, I guess. The walkway to his house has one of those trellis like things, that means the whole thing is kind of shadowed over with ivy. This is where I get my most nervous, but the gate is shut behind me; there’s no sense in me having come this far if I wasn’t going to go the whole way.

I walked up to the door of the house itself and it wasn’t locked. It never is when I come, I think he does that because he can’t let me in himself. Or maybe it’s just that he won’t.

I slipped inside. The foyer was dark but that’s not where he likes to take me, it’s always the special room. I walked down the long hall, opened the second door on the right, into a black black room. No windows at all. There was a little light shed in from the hallway, and I shrugged out of my jacket, letting it lie on the floor outside, the keys that I stored in the right pocket making a clunking sound as the jacket hit the floor.. It wasn’t lack of value that stopped me from hanging it up properly, it was trust. That jacket would always be around for me, it could take a little lying on the floor. And I wanted it with me ‘till the last possible moment. The gym bag joined it on the floor.

I walked into the room and shut the door behind me. I knew, from past experience, that the room had no furniture, nothing for me to bump into while my eyes adjusted to the the lack of light. He likes me to stand, so I stood there in the middle, balancing on three inch high spikes. I don’t usually wear them, but he asked. It’s something I can do for him, so I do it. Still, it’s hard. I didn’t know how long I was going to wait, sometimes it’s been two minutes, sometimes an hour.

An hour can be a long time to stand and wait on heels. I wasn’t wearing a watch, and time doesn’t mean a lot in a room in which nothing happens except slowly feeling your joints start to stiffen and your ankles getting sore from abuse.

There was a side door to the room, that I never looked towards. The first few times, I glanced over, but now, I just made a point of looking towards one of the other three walls. Not that I could see much, anyway. The door opened. I heard it, just a few instants before I felt him on me, his claws on my shoulders, his weight pushing me down to the floor instantly. His strength was overwhelming, the suddenness intoxicating. I stumbled, hitting the floor hard, rolling a little to take the fall on the flesh of my thigh rather than my knee or my hip. His claws bit into me, just a little prick here and there, as he ripped my thirty dollar dress to shreds.

The air on my naked body was cool, but that wasn’t all that was making my nipples harden. It certainly had little to do with the wetness that was growing between my legs. I tried to crawl away on my hands and knees, but my moves were so very slow compared to his. I felt his cock, hard, touching the lips of my sex and poised to enter me. I knew I was supposed to be prey, let him chase me, but at that touch I no longer felt the strength to pretend I could get away.

Those instincts failed me, and others took over, as I tried to settle on to him. But he was having no settling, and came in hard and fast. A gasp was forced from my lips. This was how he always took me, how I always dreamed about it afterwards, satisfying his own passion first, using me. He fucked me hard, forcing be down the the floor, and all the sensations flooded me, the ache in my knees on the hard floor, my breasts squashed and cold, his claws on my back, the hot wet feel of blood flowing from where they bit into me, and most of all the cock inside me, rubbing against my walls.

It wasn’t that it was huge, or long, or thick. It was that he was so god awful strong, his thrusting so violent, that I felt I was going to be ripped in two. In a good way. That was just the beginning, as his movements became faster, more animal. I almost never came this way, but all the problems, all my thoughts went away. My head was spinning and there was only the immediate present, all of life was physical, all of it centered on my cunt and the inhumanly fast thrusting and the balls bouncing against my clit.

Each time he took me I was provided with a memory that combined with my fingers later to provide enough orgasms to satisfy anyone.

His sharp fingers held my ass cheeks apart, exposing my asshole to him. The first time he did that, I was horrified, afraid that his claw would be inside me and I would be torn apart from the inside… and later, that was the stuff of fantasies. But he just held me open, exposing me at my most vulnerable, and his cock started to shake like a high-powered vibrator. Soon, hot seed was pouring into me, filling my pussy and dripping wetly down my leg as he gave me a gentle push so that I came off him. A moan escaped my lips, of frustration and need.

“Take what you need,” came his voice, very low. It was all he said anymore, all I needed to hear from him. I slowly gathered myself off the floor, wet with my sweat and other juices too, and turned towards him, kneeling even as he was kneeling. My cunt ached, claiming it’s need to come, but I knew better. That wasn’t what I really needed. I held myself from him for just a moment, waiting for him to do what needed to be done, and then leaned forward, on my hands and knees again, moving to kiss his neck. There, his claws had punctured his own skin, and hot dark liquid was starting to flow from the fresh wound. There was no color in the darkness, only shading, dark blood on pale skin, and my lips bent to the taste of him.

My tongue touched the hot salty dampness, licking along the trail until I reached the source. He tasted of steel and salt and fire, and this was all I needed. I clamped my mouth around the wound and let it flow into me, let it drip at its own pace onto my gum and tongue, swallowed as it welled up inside my mouth. I nursed the hot blood from him, making it run down my throat, and felt alive.

He would not push me away from this pleasure. I gave him the illusion of the hunt, and he gave me the life, the blood. I drank until I had my fill, and he was weak on the floor, spent and tired.

The next month I would come back, drawn by the blood that meant that I would never grow old. Drawn by the drug, and the memories. I kissed him, gently, on the lips, with my bloody mouth, and he responded slightly. I didn’t like to see him this way, so weak. I always wanted to imagine him strong and vital. I got to my feet, my body sore from the pounding it had taken. “Love you,” I said, and walked towards the door, the heels clicking on the floor.

There was no response. I didn’t look back, it would cost me too much when I was alone and remembering later. I opened the door as little as I needed to, and slipped out naked and messy into the hall.

It seemed almost bright in the pale light there. The bathroom was across the hall, and I washed up as quickly as I could, splashing cold water on my face to get rid of the blood. I got dressed in the hall. It felt good to be in sensible clothes again, it felt damn good to toss those ridiculous spiked heels into the gym bag and slip my feet into my nice well worn boots. Still, small price to pay for immortality. My jacket on, I ran out into the light to catch the C-4 home.

Next time… oh. There was an aching between my thighs that still wanted to be satisfied. But I sure didn’t want to be around when he started moving again. I hoped that I could find a secluded seat on the bus.

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After being thoroughly dominated by Margie, her teacher, Shannon took out her wrestling frustrations on her regular sparring partner Kim, during their tag-team match with Margie and Shannon’s partner Marilyn. Tormenting Kim in a series of brutal scissors and a back bending grapevine, Shannon holds her young opponent in a hammerlock, while she recovers. She doesn’t want to end the fall just yet and she was going to make Kim suffer…

Shannon applied a little pressure to Kim’s already aching arm, trying to nudge the blonde into an escape attempt. It was also an excuse to press her body closer. Her thighs pushed against Kim’s plump ass, and Shannon could feel the warm touch of their perspiring bodies. She rose slightly and rubbed her vagina against Kim’s soft buttock. The others watched as she let out a low moan and released the hammerlock. Shannon moved to one knee, climbing on top of Kim and started breaking her down to the mat. Kimberly shifted her legs, but she was so drained that she slowly crumbled and once again was lying prone, her full breasts pressed to the canvas.

Shannon had thrown out technique, she liked the idea of thoroughly dominating Kim, body to body. She continued her full body press, wrapping her arms around Kim’s throat and entwining her legs from behind. One of Kim’s silky thighs was caught between Shannon’s and she squeezed; strongly at first, to reinforce her dominance, then she began to swivel, enjoying the stimulation against her clitoris. She pressed down on Kim’s head, not letting her forget that this was a wrestling match and that she, Shannon was winning.

Kim could feel Shannon’s breath in her ear and the weight of her body, she was so tired. She wanted to quit, she wanted to go home, but since the torture had stopped, she found a new sensation. The top of Shannon’s thigh was pressed into her crotch and Kim found that by struggling against her with the hips… The sensation was lifting.

Shannon realized that Kim was now struggling against her, but not very strongly. Kim’s broken breath as she stimulated herself gave her away. Shannon quickly rocked onto her back, then moved aside, so Kim rolled over her onto her back, too. Shannon pounced on her opponent. Then, bounced on her, reestablishing the body press. This time belly-to-belly. Kim let out an, “Ooof”, as the wind was knocked out of her. Shannon clamped onto Kim’s wrists and slowly went up to her knees. She worked her way up to Kim’s ample chest, then sat directly onto the blonde’s breasts.

Kim tried to catch her breath, but Shannon was weighing down on her. She flailed her legs, but they were so weak, she couldn’t even bridge her back. Shannon wiggled a little more, until Kim saw that she was moving closer and closer to her face. Her struggling became more earnest. But, Shannon held her prone.

Grinning evilly, Shannon brought her moist vagina right down on Kim’s face. Looking up to Margie, she grinned wider as she wiggled her hips. Kim kicked her legs to no avail. Shannon lowered until her well-formed ass was only inches above her hapless opponent.

“Come on, girl. Wrestle her,” Marilyn said.”Shut up!” Shannon said, and wiggled a little more. Kim was fading, her struggling became merely symbolic as Shannon held her tight.

“Lick me, bitch,” Shannon said in a low voice, “Lick me and I might let you up.”

She was now completely sitting on helpless Kimberly, moving her hips ever so slightly. Kim finally managed to turn her head and gulp for air. Shannon had nearly suffocated her. Lying there, feeling her opponent’s body on her shoulders, smelling Shannon’s sweat and vagina, Kim relented. She turned and slowly pushed her tongue against Shannon’s clit and stroked. The first stroke caused Shannon to arch her back and then moan as Kimberly delved out her penance for losing.

“Let her up, Champ,” Marilyn said, “She’s had enough.” “Leave me alone,” Shannon called back.

Marilyn watched Shannon rise slightly as Kimberly continued. She wasn’t really concerned too much for the heavy-set girl, rather watching Shannon force her into oral sex was driving her crazy. As the two wriggled in the ring, Marilyn’s hand found its way into the bottoms of her bikini and she stroked herself, ever so slowly, not wanting any of the others to notice.

Suddenly, Shannon shrieked. The orgasm caused her body to visibly shake and she rolled off of Kim, who heaved for breath. Kim was so tired. But, she had to escape and now was her chance. She rolled onto her stomach and pushed until her aching legs were under her, trying to get to her knees. She looked up at Margie, who was stunned by the girl’s fortitude. Marjorie, beckoned her with hand gestures. If she could tag in now, Shannon would be in a world of trouble.

Shannon looked up at the lights. She was in ecstasy. She had completely wrestled out poor little Kim and had one of the best orgasms of her life, including her boyfriend, Mark. She giggled to herself, because she knew that he never liked to wrestle with her. He was afraid to. He actually thought he might hurt her.

“Wake up, girl!” Shannon looked up to see Marilyn pointing. She turned to see; Kimberly crawled to the corner with a final effort and tagged Margie in! She bounded through the ropes and headed straight for Shannon.

“Okay, you had your fun. Now, it’s time for the big girl to play.” Shannon panicked. She was too drained to fight Margie now, and she remembered what those thighs did to her last time. She rolled, feeling Margie’s hands grabbing for her. The sweat on her back made her hard to grasp and Shannon dove into the corner, where her hand slapped Marilyn’s outstretched palm.

Margie stopped as she saw Marilyn climb in through the ropes. “As you said, honey. Time for the big girls to play.” “Good,” Margie said, “I was hoping I’d get to lock up with you. We can show these little girls how it’s done.”

“We?” Marilyn commented as the two slowly circled, “Better be concerned about yourself, honey. Ever since I saw you on TV, I’ve always wanted to get you on the mat.” “Be careful what you wish for…” Margie started as she lunged as Marilyn, who was a little quicker than she thought and the brunette slipped aside.

Before she could step back, Marilyn moved forward and grabbed Margie. Instead of going for a take-down, Marilyn worked around behind her blonde opponent and clasped her arms around Margie’s defined waist. Grunting, she squeezed Margie in a bear hug, lifting her off the mat. ‘God, this woman is strong,’ Margie realized, even though she thought the move was simplistic. It worked. Marilyn poured on the pressure, pulling Margie up and back, so not to get her balance and forcing the breath out of her. Margie’s hand instinctually began prying at Marilyn’s fingers. But, the brunette knew it was coming. Just as Margie was starting to pull at her pinkies, Marilyn fell back, dumping Margie full force to the floor. Having been in the ring for some time, Margie managed to keep from being stunned by the impact. But, she was already breathing heavy.

Marilyn moved to her knees and rolled Margie onto her stomach, using her full weight to press the older woman to the floor. Once there, Marilyn released the bear hug and wrapped her strong arms around the blonde’s neck, while she tried to isolate her flailing legs.

Damn. Margie thought, she had underestimated this woman completely. This wasn’t another mouthy teen or cat fighter. Marilyn knew what she was doing. She was going to grind her into the mat and wear her down.

“I’ll bet this is a view you haven’t had in a while,” Marilyn gloated, whispering in Margie’s ear.Margie exploded, she managed to bump her body and get her knees under her, but as soon as she did, Marilyn was waiting. The brunette hooked under Margie’s arms and fell onto her back. Margie had no surface to push off of, and now she could feel Marilyn’s legs at her sides. “Bad move,” she said between breaths.

“It’s okay, honey,” Marilyn said and punctuated it by crossing her ankles and gripping the blonde in her scissors.”Uunnnnngghh,” Margie heard herself moan as Marilyn’s thighs crushed her ribs and stomach.

“Oh, come on. We haven’t even started, yet.” Marilyn rolled onto her side, dragging Margie in her scissors. She didn’t want Margie getting on her feet. And for insurance, she wrapped up the older woman in a full-nelson. “Do you like this? I always thought it was like being in a rack,” Marilyn cooed and pulled backwards as she clamped the scissors, stretching Margie’s body to the limit. Unnnnnngh. Ahhhh,” Margie cried out. Then for added dominance, Marilyn simply wrapped her arms around Margie’s head and squeezed.

From ringside, Shannon was nearly jumping for joy. Her partner was tearing Ms. Marjory a new one and she loved it. “Get her, girl,” she cried, “Squeeze the shit out of her.” Marilyn did just that. She had enveloped Margie like a boa constrictor attacking a mouse. Her well-formed thighs held her opponent’s waist in a vice and Shannon and Kim both could see them ripple with every squeeze. Marilyn placed her head right next to Margie’s as she squeezed. She loved whispering taunts at her tortured opponent.

Again, Marilyn rolled, trying to keep the blonde from getting her bearings. This time, Margie ended up on her stomach; well actually face-down with Marilyn’s legs beneath her, which was more draining than being pressed to the mat. But, it did mean that she could get to her hands and knees.

Marilyn sensed that she was losing this hold, but squeezed again anyway. Margie sat up on her knees, Marilyn’s scissors still in effect, but not as strong. Then, Margie spun and sprang forward, stunning her opponent and rolling over her head. The scissors broke.

Margie tried to roll away, to recover. But, Marilyn moved quickly on her knees and dived on her. Margie found herself again on her back, with Marilyn completely body pressing her belly-to-belly. The brunette scowled as the two Amazons locked legs and arms. They strained for a moment, neither gaining an advantage. Margie didn’t care. She liked the feeling of the other woman’s body next to hers. The smooth touch of their perspiration covered thighs rubbing together.

Finally, they broke apart getting back up to their knees. “Not bad,” Margie commented, trying not to sound impressed. She was. This woman had her in trouble early.

“Just getting warmed up,” came the reply. They locked up again, pushing and pulling with locked arms. Their breasts pressed together. Margie looked down, which caught Marilyn’s attention. Margie’s breasts were at least two sizes larger and she knew it. As they grappled, she purposefully jiggled them, moving them on top of Marilyn’s.

Marilyn again took the initiative and dove into Margie. Her shoulder caught Margie in the mid-section and she drove the large woman back to the mat. Margie rolled to get off her back, but found herself on her stomach again, with her opponent straddling her. Marilyn bounced a few times on Margie’s plump buttocks, jarring her. Then, she spread herself across the blonde’s body. Her arms and legs entangled Margie’s, and her crotch was pressed against the teacher’s ass. But, this time, Marilyn moved in to do damage. She wrapped her arms around her throat and pulled Margie backwards.

The sleeper! Margie had been dragged into a sitting position with Marilyn close behind her. She knew she was in a bad position and reached out for the ropes. They were too far. Poor Kim was still recovering from her beating and was of no help.

“Put her out!” yelled Shannon, “Then, I can do what I want with her!” Marilyn pressed downwards on the weakened brunette, trying to shut off the precious oxygen and blood to the brain. She knew that if she could just hold it until Margie’s strength was drained, then she could clamp on her Boston Crab or Scorpion lock.

Margie’s struggles became more vain. Her legs stopped moving and her eyes shut. Then, she went limp.

‘Oh, my God,’ Marilyn thought, ‘I got her. I’ve really got her.’ She released her grip and Margie fell back, completely sprawled on the mat. Quickly, the brunette moved to grab her ankles and set her up for the finisher. Once that strutting bitch was in her Crab, it was all over.

Marilyn scooped up Margie’s ankles. They were dead weight in her hands. She began to pull her legs up, when Margie’s eyes opened! The rejuvenated blonde grabbed her stunned opponent’s shoulders and rolled back, causing Marilyn to somersault onto her back. Before she could move, Marilyn felt Margie drop onto her. The impact knocked her breath out. She tried to roll, but only managed to get to her side, where Margie wanted her. Keeping her opponent pressed into the mat, Margie put her knee on the side of Marilyn’s head, holding her still.

“Poor dear, Marilyn. I can play possum with the best of them.” “You bitch!” Marilyn blurted as Margie grabbed her free arm, “Ahhh.” Margie kept pressing Marilyn’s head down with her knee until she managed to grab Marilyn’s right wrist and ankle. Now, she was ready. Rolling Marilyn back on her stomach, Margie planted her feet on Marilyn’s shapely ass and pulled her wrist and ankle in an inverted bow and arrow. The limbs were being pulled to the side, something they do not do. The pain was excruciating.

“Aaaaaaaahhh! You bitch! When I get my… Ooooh!” “You were saying…” “Come on, Mary,” called Shannon, “Don’t give up.” “Oh, please,” Margie said and rocked back again, pulling Marilyn’s limbs in directions they weren’t meant to go. “Submit?” She asked. No answer. “Good.” Releasing what would have been the finishing hold on any other opponent, Margie dove back on top Marilyn. Such determination, she thought. She was going to enjoy this.

Holding her body across Marilyn’s back, Margie grabbed both ankles and crossed them, pressing Marilyn’s feet to her buttocks. Usually, it was just an immobilization hold, to keep an opponent still, but Margie poured on pressure, stretching the thigh and just for the hell of it, she bit one of Marilyn’s toes. “Owww! You slut!”

Margie pounced on her prone opposition again, this time in a stranglehold. But, for an added taste, she pressed her knee against Marilyn’s shoulder blade so she would have no room to breathe. “Fucking cow!” Shannon yelled. “Do you want a rematch right now, little girl?” Margie called back, “Then, shut up. All she has to do is submit!” Marilyn managed to shake her head, no. “All right, but you’re only delaying it.”

Margie released the stranglehold and took a few steps away. Marilyn gasped for breath. She would not underestimate Margie again. Margie sighed she pulled at her short tunic, which had become twisted. Marilyn moved her knees and started to her feet.

“One more lesson?” Marilyn wearily padded across the mat, but it was into Margie’s open arms. She gracefully lifted the brunette and body slammed her. Before she could recover from the first, Margie pulled her up by the hair and did it again. Then, dropped on her again, across her fatigued stomach. “Oooof!” Marilyn let out and she rolled onto her side, into a fetal position. Margie again pulled her to her feet.

Marilyn was nearly unconscious at this point, the slams had her spinning. She came to quickly as Margie twisted her into a standing abdominal stretch. “Aaaaaaaahhh. Ooooooooh. Pleeease,” Marilyn wailed. “Submit. Submit. Submit.”

But, Margie was hoping she wouldn’t. No one had yet noticed the silky stream running down her thigh or her erect nipples. She was on fire inside. Margie hadn’t had a match like this in years. The college girls were always so fragile and gave in too easy. She hip tossed Marilyn to the mat.

Don’t give in now, sweetie. Please. I’m almost there,’ she thought. Marilyn rolled onto her stomach. It was more reflex now. She looked around for Shannon, who was only a few precious feet away, out stretching her hand. Shannon knew she couldn’t beat Margie, but Marilyn had suffered enough. If she could tag in, she could submit. But, Marilyn refused to tag.

Margie lowered herself slowly onto Marilyn’s back. First, she sat on her ass, then fell forward. As she tangled up Marilyn’s arms, Margie’s legs found their mark, the waist scissors. She had the woman in her vice and the suffering would belong.

For nearly ten minutes, Margie did nothing but torment Marilyn with her scissors hold. She was rocking back and forth, not to strengthen the hold, but help with what was coming. Marilyn’s moans, the struggling, the sweat and smells were bringing Margie nearly to a climax she hadn’t had since she wrestled professionally.

Finally, Marilyn could struggle no more and Margie opened her legs. She sat on the mat in front of Marilyn, she juices secreting onto the mat in front of her. She pulled the beaten brunette to her until Marilyn was right in front of her waiting pussy. She rolled onto her side and slowly slipped her legs around Marilyn’s head. The scissors were more symbolic as she squeezed and Marilyn moaned. The other woman didn’t even have to touch her vagina, before Margie was visibly shaking. Then, with an extra squeeze, more of an after thought, she rung the words, “I give” out of the spent brunette.

Margie released her and fell back onto the mat. She needed a cigarette. Then, laughed at the thought. She looked up at Shannon, who was watching intently.

“Still want that rematch, missy?” “Only as your partner,” Shannon replied. Margie laughed. “As a teacher, You should learn the moral to this little story. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover and…” “And?” “And, don’t mess with Wrestling Debutante’ unless you like pain.” They both managed a laugh together.

“Why can’t we be partners?” Shannon said as she climbed into the ring. “Where are we gonna’ find any women that can challenge us?” “Why does it have to be women?” “Yeah?” “I can get my boyfriend to wrestle us and he’s got a friend. I always told him I loved wrestling. Now, he’ll see why.” The two climbed out of the ring. Marilyn sat up and quietly gathered herself. They would all wrestle another day, but then again that is another story.

“After a long, hard week Sam and his young wife Julie were going out on the town. The original plan was for a quiet dinner and a movie. But in a few moments all that would change, in fact their whole lives would change on this humid August night.

Sam couldn’t help noticing Julie’s sexy legs as he adjusted the air. They were covered by a pair of black thigh high stockings. Sam also noticed that Julie was wearing a new pair of black high heel shoes with the new flair styled heel. He had noticed earlier when they left the house that her five foot three inch frame seemed to be three or four inches taller than usual. Very sexy he thought. The rest of her outfit wasn’t bad either. A mid thigh length black wrap around skirt just barely hid Julie’s stocking tops. Her red silk blouse fit her figure nicely and he liked the way her lovely breasts pushed against the shiny material. Julie had obviously spent some extra time on her shoulder length brown hair and her makeup added a touch of sensuality to her pretty face. Sam was very proud of Julie. He loved to go out and show off his beautiful wife.

“Sam, WATCH OUT,” yelled Julie. Sam looked up in time to see a car stopped in the road signaling for a left turn. He slammed on the brakes but it was too late. BANG!!!! “SONOFABITCH,” bellowed Sam. Sam looked over the hood of his truck at the back of an old Caddy. He realized that he had lingered on Julie’s exquisite body too long and hadn’t been paying attention to the road. The collision had been hard but it didn’t appear to be too serious. Thankfully, they were wearing their seat belts. Sam looked at Julie and said, “Are you OK, Julie?” Julie nodded with a slightly whiter complexion.

Before she could say anything she heard a tap on the side window. Sam and Julie looked out the window. Standing there and motioning for Sam to get out was a rather large muscular black man who looked mad enough roll Sam’s truck over with his bare hands. Sam got out of the truck very slowly and checked the traffic. It wasn’t too heavy and the cars behind them were using the shoulder to get by. Sam said, “Hey man, I’m real sorry about this.” The man said, “Yeah, I bet you are. What’s the matter with you, man? I’ve got a car full of men who can’t bend their necks because of you. You messed up the back end of my car. I hope you have insurance, man.”

Sam’s insurance had run out three months earlier. The premiums had gone up and he couldn’t afford it anymore. Sam surveyed the damage and realized that it wasn’t that bad but would probably cost more than he had at the moment. Sam was in a bind. He hoped he could reason with the man. Sam turned back to the man and said, “I’m sorry man, I don’t have any insurance. I don’t have the cash to pay for the damages but I can pay you a little each month.” “Don’t give me that shit,” interrupted the man. Before Sam could reply, three more huge black men joined the discussion. “What’s the story, Joe?” asked one of the men. “He ain’t got any insurance, man, and he can’t pay for the damage,” said Joe. He added, “Jim, go get the police.”

“Ahh, lets see if we can work this out without the cops,” said Sam. Sam didn’t want another run in with the police. Part of the reason Sam’s insurance rates had gone up was because of a minor accident he had six months earlier. He had had a few drinks that night when he lost control, drove off into a ditch and hit a street lamp. Sam was charged with DWI and the judge hit him with a stiff fine and put him on probation for a year. Sam was afraid that if the cops were brought in now, he would lose his license and probably would have to do some jail time. To make matters worse he had a package under the seat that he was carrying for a friend. He wasn’t sure but he suspected it was full of drugs.

“Whooeeee, check it out,” said another of Joe’s passengers as he gestured to Julie. She had stepped down out of the truck and was walking around it to join Sam. “Is everything OK, Sam?” asked Julie. “No it is not, lady,” said Joe. Joe took a good look at Julie starting at her high heels and with obvious interest slowly shifted his gaze up her sexy body. He lingered on the bulge of her breasts and let his tongue wet his lips. Julie blushed at the obvious inspection of her body. Joe wasn’t the only inspector. The other three men were ogling Julie at the same time.

A plan began to form in Joe’s head. He could see that the wimpy white boy was intimidated by his size and obvious strength. He also had his men with him. Sam had said that he wanted to avoid getting the cops involved. Joe figured correctly that Sam had been in some kind of trouble before. He knew he could probably get anything he wanted out of Sam.

“Tell you what, man, why don’t we let your lady pay for the damages,” said Joe as he leered at Julie’s butt secure in her tight skirt. “I’m afraid my wife can’t afford it either,” said Sam. “Can’t afford it either,” mocked Joe. He added, “Isn’t that too bad?” The other men, picking up on what Joe was doing nodded and agreed that it was too bad. Joe continued, “Well Sam, maybe your wife has other assets.” Sam didn’t like the sound of this. He looked at Joe and saw worry in her eyes.

“What do you mean?” asked Sam. Joe turned his gaze to the direction of the setting sun and said, “As I see it you have only one way to pay off. Allow your wife to be our guest at a party we’re having. It should be over when the sun comes up.” Sam knew what the man had in mind. He looked at Julie. She was looking at him with big brown frightened eyes. Sam didn’t know if Julie had figured it out but he was certain that she was scared. “I can’t do that to my wife,” said Sam. Joe put a huge arm around Sam’s shoulder and said, “Sam, you are in a tough situation. You can’t pay for the damage to my car and who knows when one of us might have neck trouble. That will cost a lot more. You don’t want the police. You have two choices. Either your wife joins us or we call the police.” He added with a toothy grin, “We’ll even invite you along too.” Sam said nothing. Julie said, “Do something, Sam. I don’t want to go with them.” There was nothing Sam could do. He thought for a moment about jumping into his truck and getting out of there.

If only Julie had stayed in the truck. With her out of the truck there was no way both of them could make it. Sam suspected that they were going to take Julie no matter what he did and probably rough him up pretty bad. If he agreed maybe they wouldn’t hurt him. They said they would take him along. At least he would be with Julie. He hoped they wouldn’t hurt her if he was there.

“Take her,” was all Sam said. He couldn’t look at Julie. “Sam,” exclaimed Julie as Joe put his hand on Julie’s shoulder. The frightened girl knew that SAm had just paid off the accident damages with her body. She knew about his DWI probation. She knew that he was in a tough bind. She had hoped that he could have found a way out. She still had hopes. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Julie struggled against Joe as he led her to his car. He said, “It will go a lot easier on you if you do what I say.” Julie understood the implied threat. She allowed Joe to lead her to his car. Before he put her in the back seat she looked back at Sam. Sam looked up at Julie and said, “I’m sorry, baby.” Joe pushed Julie in the car, looked at Sam and said, “Pop will go with you and make sure you find my place.” He got into the car. The other two men got into the back seat with Julie. Joe started the car and pulled away.

Sam and Pop got into the truck and followed the old Caddy. Sam looked at Pop and said, “Joe won’t hurt Julie will he?” “Naw, if she’s a good girl she’ll be fine,” said Pop. Sam wasn’t convinced. “You’re all going to have sex with her, aren’t you?” asked Sam. “Lets just say that we will introduce the little lady to the taste of dark meat,” said Pop with a chuckle.

Sam didn’t say another word as they drove. Ten minutes later they pulled up in front of a very old house five miles from town. There wasn’t another house in sight. As Sam entered the house he saw Julie and asked, “Are you OK?” Julie nodded but was obviously frightened of her predicament. The look she gave Sam indicated a growing anger at her husband for putting her in this situation. The house was very small. It was a two room house with a kitchen on the wall to the right and a sofa on the wall to the left. There was a table against the wall next to the front door. A door at the far end of the room led to a small bedroom and bathroom. Next to the door was a fire place that was close up for the summer. The place had no air conditioning and although both windows were open it was very warm inside. The house was clean but had a musty smell. Julie couldn’t wait to leave.

Joe walked over to an old refrigerator, opened it and pulled out a six pack. He threw the cans to the man he called Jim. Jim peeled off the cans and handed one to everyone. “Have a seat,” said Joe pulling out a chair for Sam. Sam sat down as Joe motioned for Julie to come over to him. Jim, Pop and the one they called Rab sat down on the closest chair or sofa. Joe began, “Now Julie, we’re gonna have a party tonight. If you relax, I know you will have good time. If you fight us you will not like what happens. Remember, you are compensation for damages. Do you understand?” Julie nodded. She understood that she was compensation but she wasn’t sure what they wanted her to do. She had an idea but hoped that she was wrong. Joe continued, “OK Julie. Now, why are you here tonight?” Julie replied timidly, “I am compensation for damages.” Joe said, “That’s right, baby. Now, what are we doing tonight?” Julie paused not sure what Joe wanted. Finally she guessed, “Having a party?” Joe smiled and said, “That’s right baby. Now, what are we going to do at the party?” Julie thought she knew what Joe wanted her to say and blushed. She was too embarrassed to say it. Joe nodded his head for her to continue. Julie looked at Sam for help but Sam just gave her a helpless look. Finally she dropped her head and softly said, “Have sex.” “What, I didn’t hear you?” said Joe loudly. Julie looked up a Joe with teary eyes and with more volume repeated, “Have sex.” Joe’s smile returned as he said, “What a fine idea baby and who are my men and I going to have sex with?” Julie was red with humiliation as she said, “Me.” Joe nodded and continued, “Very good, baby.

Now to get us in the mood to have sex with you we would like for you to remove your clothes.” Julie was blushing a dark shade of red. Her fear had paralyzed her. When she didn’t comply with Joe’s request, he moved in front of her and began to work on the top button of her blouse. He said, “I guess you need a little help, huh baby?” After Joe had one button undone he took the parted halves of Julie’s blouse in each hand and violently ripped the front open popping the buttons off from collar to skirt. Julie gasped with the sudden horror of Joe’s action. Tears ran from her eyes and her mouth remained open. “You should finish removing your clothes by yourself,” suggested Joe stepping back. He added, “Do you understand?” Julie nodded and quickly began the task.

It was clear to her that Joe would not hesitate to hurt her if she displeased him. She finished removing her ruined blouse exposing a red satin bra. Julie’s large breasts bulged in the confines of the sexy bra. Her nipples were just barely covered and her cleavage was deep. Every cock in the room instantly grew at least an inch, even Sam’s. Sam loved to look a Julie’s body. When he was with her his cock was always in some state of hardness. Even under the circumstances his body still reacted to Julie’s sexy body. Sam hoped that Julie wouldn’t notice.

Next, Julie removed her skirt exposing her matching red satin panties. She began to remove her shoes and stockings but Joe said, “Leave your shoes and stockings on, baby.” Joe looked at Julie’s body appreciatively. He asked, “Baby, what do you measure?” Julie replied very softly, “37D-23-36.” Joe whistled and the others whistled and hooted along. Joe moved closer to Julie and she recoiled slightly. Joe raised a hand and began to gently cup Julie’s left breast still encased in her red bra. She turned her head in shame and looked at the wall, anywhere but at one of these men.

She didn’t even want to look at Sam. He had betrayed her and she was aware that he was aroused at her state of dress. Under other circumstances that fact would have pleased her, but not now. Joe carefully peeled the cup off Julie’s breast so that the nipple was visible. He licked his lips at the site of her cute pink nipple. “Now, kneel down right here, baby,” said Joe as he gestured to the floor. Julie didn’t move. Her mind was elsewhere, anywhere but this place. Joe put two big paws on Julie’s shoulders and pushed her down. She groaned as her shoulders registered discomfort. Her knees ached from the hardness of the floor. Joe said, “Baby, I want a little more cooperation out of you. I’m getting tired of having to do everything. You’re mine for the rest of the night. I expect better from you. Do you understand?” Julie didn’t answer. She looked up at Joe with an attempt at defiance. Joe noticed and immediately glared at Julie repeating loudly, “Do you understand?” Julie nodded quickly and said, “Yes.” Joe continued, “Good, now I want you to undo my pants and pull out my cock.”

Julie cringed but complied. She unbuttoned Joe’s pants and pulled them to his knees. A very large bulge filled Julie’s vision. Then, with care, so as not to scratch Joe with her long red fingernails, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. Julie was not ready for the extended length of Joe’s cock. The force of his erection propelled the ten inch shaft up slapping Julie in the face with a thud. She lurched back with surprise and stared at the huge cock. Joe laughed at the trick his cock played on Julie. He couldn’t wait to have her moist bright red lips rapped around his shaft. “Suck it,” he said without compassion. Julie looked at the enormous shaft and then pleadingly at Sam. Sam shrugged and said, “I’m sorry, baby, but the sooner you do them the sooner they’ll let us go.”

Julie reddened with anger as she realized that her husband would be no help to her. In fact, he was encouraging her to submit to the depraved demands of these men. She was tempted to teach Sam a lesson by doing what these men wanted with a little added enthusiasm. He deserved a little humiliation for his betrayal and lack of support.

Julie couldn’t delay any longer. Joe was getting agitated. She quickly closed her eyes while stuffing the huge cock head into her mouth. Julie almost gagged on the foul taste of sweat and male secretions. The head of Joe’s cock was the size of a plum and Julie’s mouth had to stretch wide around the thing. Joe groaned with pleasure as his cock head was surrounded by the warm and wet female mouth. He could feel his balls swell as more sperm was produced.

It had been a while since he had been with a woman much less a very sexy white woman. It was his first experience with a white woman. He marveled at the whiteness of her cheeks as they hollowed with suction. Her milky skin was a stark contrast to his coal black cock. Joe felt himself getting hotter and hotter. He knew he would cum soon. He became even hotter at the thought of filling this white woman’s mouth with his seed. Julie now had both hands on Joe’s cock and there was still several inches exposed for her to suck. Despite her disgust and anger she took to Sam’s words and began to suck and stroke Joe’s cock as best she could. The sooner he was spent the sooner she would be let go or so she thought.

Joe began to respond to Julie’s treatment. He began to thrust into her mouth as she sucked. He grabbed her head with both hands. Sweat was pouring off Joe’s face and dripping onto Julie’s hair. She had now managed to open her mouth wider in order to take more of Joe’s cock. The head now pushed against the back of Julie’s throat. As Joe’s thrusts became more pronounced the head entered her throat. Julie gagged violently but Joe continued the thrusts. Julie had to time her gasps for breath between Joe’s strokes. To everyone’s amazement Julie was now taking all ten inches of Joe’s cock. Gagging sounds could still be heard from Julie but Joe didn’t care. The sight of her nose buried in his pubic hair put Joe over the edge. As he pulled back for one last big stroke his cock began spitting out his very thick cum into Julie’s mouth. It had been a while since his last ejaculation.

Julie clamped her throat shut to avoid swallowing. The tightness between her lips and Joe’s cock would not allow the sperm to escape the seal. Julie’s mouth began to fill with the potent seed. Joe’s final thrust into to Julie’s mouth pushed past her closed throat and insured that the last several squirts of sperm drained directly into her belly. Joe held Julie impaled on his cock for several moments until the last deposit had been made. Finally he pulled out and Julie began to gasp for breath. Sperm and saliva dripped out of Julie’s mouth as she struggled for breath. After a minute had gone by, she appeared to have recovered her breath.

Joe fell back onto a chair after pulling out of Julie’s mouth and watched her recover. The difficulty she was having didn’t seem to bother him. He considered her simply a possession that he would use to the fullest and share with his men. Joe gestured to Julie and said, “Jim, check out her pussy man.” Jim stood up and walked up behind Julie. She now seemed to be somewhat recovered. He reached down and picked her up under the arms and pulled her to her feet. Julie was still facing Joe and Sam and she looked at Sam still hoping he could do something. Sam’s face was full of shame. He had not been able to help Julie through this ordeal. He wasn’t strong enough to take on all four of these giants. He asked, “Julie, are you all right?” Julie nodded just barely and started to say something but stopped as she felt Jim’s big hands slide under her arms and around to cup her breasts. He held her close to him and she could tell that he was naked. His cock pressed against the small of her back. She knew that he would want to put it in her vagina. (for the rest of the story I invite you to come back next week !)

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