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I sat up and got on my hands and knees, moving between his spread legs. The rigid shaft was throbbing with each beat of his heart, filling the veins that circled and twisted upwards. The swollen, purple head was already leaking pre-cum from the tiny slit at the tip as I reached and circled my […]

I sat up and got on my hands and knees, moving between his spread legs. The rigid shaft was throbbing with each beat of his heart, filling the veins that circled and twisted upwards. The swollen, purple head was already leaking pre-cum from the tiny slit at the tip as I reached and circled my fingers around it, stroking it up and down slowly. A larger drop of pre-cum appeared and joined the other, threatening to run down the shaft of his prick. Bending my head lower and extending my tongue, I caught the drop and pulled it into my mouth. I watched as a tiny thread of cum stretched between the tip of his cock and my mouth, reminding me of a silken spider-web.

I extended my tongue again, flicking the tip against the sensitive underside of the swollen gland. It thrilled me to see Monty’s reaction to my oral skills. He moaned softly as his cock throbbed and jerked under my nose. I continued to stroke the rigid length as I pursed my lips, forming a small “O” I placed it against his cock and pressed down, my l

ips spreading around and over the throbbing head. Monty moaned softly as I engulfed the entire head into my mouth and clamped my lips tightly around it. Sucking as hard as I could, pulling my tongue to press tightly against his swollen cock as it pressed against the roof of my mouth. Creating a suction that I knew would draw any juices into my mouth.

Resting my hands on Monty’s thighs, I started bobbing my head up and down, each time going a little deeper until I could feel his cock-head bumping against the opening of my throat. Keeping his cock locked tightly between my lips, I stretched out between his legs and rested my upper body on my elbows. Using my right hand, I stroked his cock, feeling it throb against my tongue as my lips sank around it. I slowed my sucking action down a bit so Monty would not cum too soon.

I let his prick slip out of my mouth from time to time and let my tongue travel up and down the pulsing shaft, tracing the swollen veins to the head, then down again, tickling his balls with the tip of my tongue each time I reached them. My hair had fallen over my face as I was sucking and Monty’s fingers caught my hair and tucked the strands behind my ears so he had an unrestricted view of me sucking on his cock. I rolled my eyes upward, seeing the pleasure I was giving my husband.

“Oh God! Lorri. You are such a wonderful cocksucker! Does my cock taste good? I do love to watch you sucking cock!”

A small tingle radiated from my sensitive clit up through my stomach as Monty put his hands on each side of my face as if guiding his prick in and out of my mouth. I wondered what he would say if he knew what I had been doing with Jake earlier in the day. Regardless of my actions with Jake, I still felt the sexual desire building within me again. It was like an addiction, a desire to have sex as the emotions hit me. Whether as a loving wife or as a slut for others to use, I knew that I would respond to the emotions that created that lust.

Monty’s hands tightened about my head, holding me to his cock as his hips began to thrust upwards. I began moving my hips sideways, stimulating my clit against the sheets. I knew he was about to cum and I wanted to cum with him. Monty was thrusting deeper and harder, his cock head pushing up against my gag point. I thought of Jake ramming his huge cock into my mouth earlier, and how I had managed to take it so deep into my throat. Relaxing my throat muscles, I felt the swollen heard actually penetrate my throat. Then I felt Monty’s coarse pubic hair against my nose and lips as the head of his cock seemed to explode into my throat.

Almost immediately, I started cumming, my climax ripping through my body as Monty’s cock pumped his thick cum down my throat. As with Jake, I soon found out that I was running out of air, and I struggled with Monty’s hands holding me down. Finally, he released me and I gasped for air as his cock squirted the last remnants of his cum into my gasping mouth and lips. As my own orgasm slowed down, I replaced Monty’s cock and sucked until it lost its stiffness. Breathing heavily, I moved up over Monty’s body, offering my lips and tongue to him.

We lay there for several long minutes, savoring the intense orgasms as our lips and tongues intertwined, bringing a sense of closeness and pleasure. Monty’s hands caressed my tits and nipples as we both slipped down from our sexual high. I rolled off Monty and lay on my side as he curled up around me. We pulled the cover up over us and Monty reached up and turned out the light. I felt his soft cock press against my ass-cheeks and his right hand coming across to cup my right tit, flicking the sensitive nipple a few times before he was sound asleep.

I lay there for several minutes as my mind took in the scenes of the day. Jake, using me as a slut then, Monty enjoying my sexual behavior as well. Was it really that bad to give myself, willing, to both of them? I knew that society would condemn me on that part, but history tells of women who are supposed to be submissive to men. And occasionally a man will take advantage of a susceptible female that attracts him. There is that fatal lure of women who knows that her physical features attract a man and her natural desire to submit to him. There were conflicting thoughts as I lay there, between the biological and morality issues. Oh, Well! I would wait to see what the future would bring.

The soft music from the clock radio filled my ears, signaling the start of a new day. I tossed back the covers and padded to the bathroom. I quickly used the toilet and blotted my pussy. My clit was not so sensitive and swollen as it was before. I quickly washed my hands and face, promising myself a nice, long, hot bath as soon as Monty and the girls were off to work and school.

I brushed my hair a few times and noticed how my tits moved and jiggled as I brushed. Almost immediately, my nipples puckered out. Oh, Damn! I didn’t have time for this, and cleared my mind. I took my nightgown of the hook and let it slid over my naked body, and then I grabbed my terrycloth bathrobe slipped my arms in and pulled the material up round my neck. Quickly, I tied the belt around my waist and stepped into the bedroom. Monty was sitting on the edge of the bed, still looking sleepy. I bent over and kissed him on the cheek and Said “Good Morning, Honey.” He grunted something in return as I walked to my chest of drawers. Pulling the top drawer open, I got a clean pair of panties and quickly slipped them on.

“Wow, What a beautiful ass!” Monty said. “Too bad you have to cover it up.”

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straightened my robe, making sure that everything was in place before I answered him. “It would be Ok if it was just you and I here, but I doubt that the girls would appreciate seeing my tits and ass swaying around in the kitchen.”

“Well, you could tell them that they need to get used to it because their husbands will enjoy looking at them the same as I do.” And I silently agreed with him there.

“You better hit the shower while I fix coffee and breakfast. You don’t want to be late.” And I turned and left the room.

My morning routine was the usual stuff, fix coffee for Monty and I, then set the table for toast and cereal. I walked down the hall to the girl’s bedroom. Knocking lightly, I opened the door and said, “Time to get up, Girls!” There were the usual groans and sighs but I knew they would be up and ready to go as usual. Returning to the kitchen, I poured myself a cup of coffee and went to the front door to get the paper. The neighborhood seemed to be coming to life as our household was and I waved to a neighbor lady as she also bent down for the paper.

I sipped at my coffee and glanced at the paper, but hesitated because Monty liked to see it first. A few minutes passed and Monty came into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I poured him his coffee and prepared his toast as he scanned the paper. Moments later Sara and Melissa arrived and then I knew that the day was started off in the usual manner. I had to smile to myself as I recalled that the last two mornings were NOT a normal happening, that my life had been changed a lot. I only could hope that those changes would only affect me and not my family.

After Monty went to work, I busied myself with putting the dishes in the dishwasher and waiting for the girls to make their departure to school. The thought of the hot bath that I had promised myself was more to my liking than my usual routine of reading the paper and having another leisurely cup of coffee. I went into the bathroom and started the tub filling, sprinkling a bit of rose scented bubble bath into the water as well. When that was done, I returned to the kitchen, just in time to kiss Sara and Melissa as they prepared to leave for school. I walked them to the door, waving to them as they walked down to the corner bus-stop.

I returned to my bathroom, seeing the tub filled with the fresh-scented bubbles. I quickly removed my robe and nightgown, dropping them to the floor. I knew that sometime today I would need to do some laundry, including my intimate clothing, so all this would go together. As I bent forward to test the warmth of my bathwater, I felt the sensation of my tits swinging forward and back with my movements. Smiling at the thought of both Monty and Jake having their hands and mouths on them caused me to roll my shoulders from side to side, making them swing wildly.

I was well aware of the sensitivity of my breasts as a young girl, but even more so as I had nursed both girls during their baby-hood and several times, I had achieved orgasm while they were nursing. Monty was well aware of the sensations flowing through me and had used it to his advantage and mine. I stood up and cupped my hands around both breasts and with thumb and forefingers rolled and squeezed the erect nipples.

I shook my head to clear those thoughts away and stepped gingerly into the hot bathwater. Bracing myself with my arms on the edge of the tub, I squatted down, feeling the bubbles caressing my ass, thighs and pussy, then the steaming warmth of the water. I moaned loudly as the water covered my body, causing me to relax completely as I stretched out with only my head out of the bubbles. It would have been so easy to fall asleep except for the sensual tingle running throughout my entire body.

I drifted lazily through time as my body responded to the warm water. Random thoughts kept popping into my mind about the last few days, running through the events that had brought me to this point in time. Still, I felt guilty about my failure to resist Jake’s advances, knowing full well what the consequences could be if I were exposed to Monty and the girls. I contemplated going to Monty and confessing all and begging him to forgive me in hopes that he would and never let the girls know of their mother being a cheating wife. I just was not sure enough of Monty’s feelings to make a good decision.

Perhaps over the next few nights, I might talk to him about any fantasies he has and whether he would share them with me. Perhaps he had secret thoughts of things he had kept quiet about. It did seem like a better plan than just coming out and confessing to him about Jake and me. Besides, if that were to happen, what other questions would Monty be inclined to ask and how far back would his curiosity go. He was aware that I was not a virgin when we were married. No, I really could not count on either of those two options being a satisfactory solution to my problem.

At least, there was one possible solution, and Jake had said he would consider changing our location to meet. I did consider it a small victory because at least there would not be any incriminating evidence left at home that Monty and the girls might stumble onto. Feeling somewhat comforted, I let myself think that everything would turn out alright, if and when Jake tired of me. Reluctantly, I set up, aware that time had passed, and my fingers were beginning to become wrinkled from being in the water so long.

I got to my feet and wiped the clinging bubbles from my body. As the tub drained, I turned the shower head on, adjusting it to a fine spray. I wet my hair and applied shampoo, working it into a thick lather. Then rinsing my hair and my body of any soapy residue, I turned the lever from spray to stream; I directed the stream between my legs and allowed it to rinse my pussy and ass-hole. As the stream penetrated my pussy I could feel my labia opening as the water forced its way into my cunt. My clit was still very sensitive and I flinched each time the stream hit it.

When I was sure that I was rinsed off from head to toe, I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. Grabbing a fluffy towel, I dried myself off, starting with my hair and then downward. Feeling much better, I finished my routine of getting dressed. I walked to my top drawer and picked out a bra and panties. Returning to the mirrored bathroom, I watched my reflection as I cupped my tits in my hands, pinching the nipples and then covering them with my bra. I bent forward and using my fingers, I lifted and placed my breasts into place.

As I started to step into my panties, I remembered my clit. I spread free rape bbs
my legs and using a finger on each hand, I spread my labia as wide as I could. The nub of my clit protruded slightly from its hood and was very sensitive as I touched it. At least it was not as swollen and red looking as it had been. Again, I felt fortunate that Monty had accepted my explanation about its condition. Thirty minutes later, I was dressed and ready to go shopping. As I glanced at the clock, I noticed that I had been two hours preparing myself.

Was it any wonder that men always complained that it takes so long for a woman to get ready? I stepped to the mirror, checking for anything out of place. I had to admit that I presented the outward look of a married mother on her way to shop and provide for her family. But also, behind that image, I saw the image of myself being naked and fucked like the slut Jake said I was. Why couldn’t I be both?

Picking up my purse, I went to the garage and got in my car. In just a matter of minutes I was backed out onto the street and on my way. The thoughts of yesterday were gone as I concentrated on my day ahead. Shopping went well, and I noticed the box-boy looking at me as I lead him to my car. It excited me to feel attractive to the opposite sex, especially the younger ones. You would think that their eyes would be on the young girls instead of a middle-aged married woman. I stood very close to him as he unloaded the items into the back seat and twice, his hands brushed against my breasts as he worked. I was aware of a deep flush on his face as he finished, then he opened the drivers door for me. I smiled at him as I slid into the seat, my skirt rising up to mid-thigh. Acting as if I didn’t notice my exposure to him, I fumbled with my purse, hiking the edge of my skirt even higher. I extracted a $5.00 bill and handed it to him, noting that his eyes were riveted on my exposed thighs.

He closed the door for me, he mumbled, “Thank You, Ma’am!” As I drove away, I saw him standing there, looking after me. Smiling to myself, I wondered if the “Thank You” was for the $5.00 or the view. I looked down, wondering just how much he had seen and considering the angle he was looking, I concluded that my panties were visible to him. I checked the time and thought of having lunch while I was out. I turned into a small shopping mall and chose a coffee/sandwich caf?©.

I placed my order and as I waited, my thoughts seemed to center on the events concerning Jake and I. The company event where it started; and where it might end. It was difficult to sort out my true feelings. Of course, there was guilt and possible consequences, I couldn’t deny that! But the lure of uninhibited sex with Jake was overwhelming. It made me feel young again. It seemed to make me desire sex more. Even with the box-boy, I would not have even thought of doing that a few weeks ago. It still seemed to be a physical desire opposing a morality standard forced on us by Church and State.

Finishing lunch, I drove home and busied myself with the chores of a modern-day housewife. Things in my life were returning to normal and the thoughts of exposure by Jake seemed remote and the week passed uneventfully. Monty and the girls occupied most of my time over the week-end, and it was Monday after Monty and the girls had left, did I give much thought to my situation with Jake. Being in my own home with him doing as he pleased with me, only increased my feelings of guilt and shame, plus the risk of being discovered by my neighbors or my family. I searched for something to bargain with Jake about moving our meetings to another location, but it seemed that he held all the cards.

Tuesday morning, as I was reading the paper with my usual cup of coffee, the phone rang. Somehow, I experienced a sense of dread as well as excitement as I picked up the phone.

“Hello!” I said.

“Well, Good Morning, my little slut!” Jakes voice boomed in my ear. “Have you missed me these last few days?”

“Jake, Please! We need to talk. I just can’t stand this humiliation of having you here in my home. I worry all the time that Monty or the girls will get suspicious and it is always possible that the neighbors will notice your coming and going as well.” I couldn’t help the pleading tone of my voice.

“Quit whining. Slut. You are a slutty whore and you should be proud of that. Did Monty enjoy your fresh-fucked pussy again? Did he notice how your slutty ass-hole was stretched by my big cock?” He shouted into my ear.

“Jake, Please! You are frightening me!” I stammered.

“You should be frightened, you cocksucking whore. You were the one to start this and I have given you the opportunity to keep our little affair a secret. But, if you keep on with your constant complaining about when and where I want to fuck you pussy and ass, I swear that your family and the entire neighborhood knows what a cocksucking slut-whore you are. Do I make myself clear, Slut?”

“Yes, Jake. I understand.” I replied, trying to keep my voice from trembling.

“Very good, whore-wife! Now tell me, who owns your ass, pussy and mouth?

“You Do, Jake.”

“I do what?” he taunted me.

“You own my pussy, mouth and ass, Jake.” Humiliated, I bit my lip to keep from crying.

“You bet I do, slut! And don’t forget it” Then, just as quickly his voice changed to a calmer tone. “This is not the reason I called you. I was talking to Monty earlier and he seems to like his new job. Did you get the same impression?”

Glad to be onto another subject satisfied me, so I replied, “Yes, Jake, He was excited about it.”

“Good to hear! A happy man at work is a happy man at home.” He chuckled.

“Anyway, I mentioned to Monty that there might be some week-end travel involved, also. He seemed to be ok with it, if you didn’t mind, so how about it?” I could almost see that arrogant smile on his face.

“Jake, Don’t you think we are pressing our luck? Besides, the girls would be here on week-ends anyway.” I replied.

“Perhaps they would like to watch their slut mother getting fucked in all of her holes, then?” I knew that he was laughing at my expense.

“Never! Jake, Never in your wildest dreams will I allow that to happen. You can do whatever you want with me, but not my girls!” I shouted at him.

“OK! OK! I was just kidding anyway. They are prime stuff, but too dangerous for me. I have been thinking of changing our location as you have asked, and I think it may be a good idea. If we had a place away from your home, would you feel better? As your owner, I do have an obligation to take care of you.” He added.

“Oh, Yes! Jake. I would feel much better about it.” I free rape bbs
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“I’m telling you it’s true.”
“Come on, you don’t expect me to believe that. She wouldn’t even give you the time of day.”
“That was the old Hillary,” William corrected his friend. “Now, I have her right where I want her. Remember when you told me to screw the shrew? Well, if you remember, there was this […]

“I’m telling you it’s true.”

“Come on, you don’t expect me to believe that. She wouldn’t even give you the time of day.”

“That was the old Hillary,” William corrected his friend. “Now, I have her right where I want her. Remember when you told me to screw the shrew? Well, if you remember, there was this guy that came up to us, the guy who said he had invented these pills that could control one’s mind. Well, he was right. I can make Hillary do whatever I want her to do.”

“Yeah right.”

“It’s true.”

“Okay, big man, prove it.”

“What’d you have in mind?”

“I want to see you fuck her.”

William grinned. “How about I do you one better,” he countered. “How ’bout you and I fuck her at the same time.”

“You’re serious?”

“Absolutely. I’ll make you a bet. I’ll bet you that we can screw the shrew at the very same time.”

The other man grinned. “You’re on,” he said.

***

Hillary still had no idea why she was doing what she was doing. All she knew was

that she’d been doing things she never dreamed of doing.

There was a knock at her door. She went to answer it and when she did, she found William and his friend Jeff on her doorstep.

William grinned at the girl. “Hey,” he said.

“What are you doing here,” Hillary asked irritably.

“We were just in the neighborhood and we thought we’d stop by and say hi and we thought we’d see if maybe you wanted to go out for some drinks.”

“With you two,” she sneered. “I don’t think so, and besides,” she looked at the cup that William was holding in his hand, “it looks like you have something already.”

“What this,” William grinned as he wriggled the cup in his hand. “This is just a Berry Pleaser smoothie that I picked up at the shop down the street.”

“I love those,” Hillary said. “Give it to me,” and then she snatched the cup up from the man.

William looked at his empty hand and then he looked at the girl. “Sure,” he told the girl with irritation, “go ahead. Why don’t you finish it off.”

The men watched as Hillary drank the rest of the drink. There was no way she could know that with every sip of the drink, she was ingesting more and more of the drug.

The men continued to make small talk to give the drug time to gain an even greater hold on Hillary’s mind. Finally, William figured they had waited long enough. “Tell me,” he asked the girl, “do you want to have sex with us?”

“With you two,” the girl laughed, “hardly.”

William grinned. “That might be so,” he told her, “but you’re going to do it. You’re going to tell us you want us to take you. In fact, why don’t you do that right now. Why don’t you tell us you want us to fuck you.”

Hillary looked at the men even as they looked back at her and then she shrugged her shoulders. “I want you to fuck me,” she said.

Jeff stared at this stuck-up girl. He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it for herself.

“You want to take off your clothes for us, so why don’t you do that. Why don’t you take off your clothes and show us your body,” William suggested.

“Okay,” the girl replied matter-of-factly.

Jeff watched in amazement as the woman removed first her top and then her bra. Off came her jeans and then off came her panties, and suddenly, she was standing there in all her extreme porno
naked beauty.

“You want to suck Jeff’s cock,” William told her. “I know you do, so why don’t you tell Jeff what you want to do.”

Hillary stared at the other man’s crotch and then she looked at his face. “I want to suck your cock,” she said shyly. “Can I do that? Can I suck your cock?”

Jeff just stared at the girl. He couldn’t believe this. “Y-y-yeah,” he stammered. “You can do that. You can suck my cock.”

“There you go, you little slut,” William told her. “Getting to suck a cock is just as easy as that, but instead of kneeling down to suck on that cock, I want you to bend your ass over and suck that cock because while you’re sucking away on that thing, I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

She did feel like a slut, Hillary realized as she bent herself over. Her hands worked at Jeff’s belt and then she was pulling the man’s jeans down. She pulled his underwear down and she purred in satisfaction as that cock she wanted to suck finally sprang into view and all the while, she couldn’t wait for William to fuck her from behind.

She didn’t have all that long to wait. She could feel William’s hands as they stroked her ass and then she felt the man slide his cock between her legs. In spite of herself, Hillary moaned as she felt the man press his cock against her tight, little hole and then she groaned even louder as she felt the man push his way inside her.

“Play with your tits,” William ordered even as he pushed his cock even deeper inside Hillary’s cunt.

Hillary could not resist the order she’d been given. Her hands went to her tits and she played with herself.

“Yeah, you like that,” William told her and even as she heard him say it, Hillary knew he was right. She did like playing with her tits.

“But now, here’s something you’re really going to like,” William told the girl and then he turned his attention to his buddy. “You ready, man,” he asked.

“I’m ready,” Jeff said.

“All right, then, let her have it.”

Jeff groaned even as his cock surged, and even as his cock surged, so too did William’s. Hillary couldn’t help it. She loved the feel of the men’s cum as it came inside her.

“Yeah, you liked that,” William told her again. “I knew you would but now you need to get down there on your knees and you need to suck on my cock.”

He was right, Hillary realized even as she dropped to her knees. She wrapped her hand around the man’s cock and she slid her mouth down on that shaft. She did need to suck on that cock.

“Yeah, you just keep sucking on that cock,” William told her and Hillary did. She needed to suck on that cock.

William watched the girl as she continued to suck on his cock. She was getting him longer and harder by the moment.

“You want a piece of this cunt,” William asked his friend with a grin.

“Yeah, man, I want it. Give it to me.”

“You got it, buddy, but first I want you to tell me this. Tell me how you want it. Tell me how you want to get this cunt.”

“Make her ride my cock,” Jeff responded. “Make her ride my cock and at the same time as she’s doing that, I want to see her playing with her tits.”

William grinned. “You heard the man,” he told Hillary. “I want to see you ride that cock and we want to see you play with your tits.”

As soon as she heard what William was telling her, Hillary extreme porno
knew she wanted to do it. She pulled Jeff down onto the floor and then she straddled his body. A hand reached between her legs and then she was wrapping that hand around that cock. She gave the cock a squeeze even as she led it to her drooling hole and then she moaned as she took that cock inside her.

Hillary was playing with her tits even as her pussy took that cock. She couldn’t help herself. She needed to play with her tits. She needed it bad. She moaned as she felt that cock plumb the inner most depths of her cunt and then her hands pulled on her nipples even as she moaned again. Despite herself, she just couldn’t help liking what was happening to her.

William watched with amusement as Hillary rode that cock. Damn, that ass looked good, the man thought as he watched the girl bounce her ass up and down over that cock. That ass looked so damned good.

“Lean over,” the man told her. “I know Jeff likes your tits so lean your body over and let him get a really good look at them.”

Hillary couldn’t help but do as she was told. She leaned over Jeff’s body and she fondled her breasts even as she gave the man she was riding a better look at her tits, and all the while, she never realized just how much she was showing off her ass.

Hillary moaned as she fondled her tits yet again and then the man underneath her was reaching up and he was grabbing hold of her tits and Hillary couldn’t help but moan again.

William fondled the girl’s cute, little butt. “You’re going to like this,” he told her.

Hillary moaned as she felt the man stroke her butt. She didn’t want to like this but she already knew she would.

She felt the man stroke his hand between her cheeks and then she felt him stroke something even bigger between her cheeks.

She groaned as she felt the man press his cock against her ass. Her butt was resisting the man’s cock but there was no way she could resist what was sure to come.

She felt the head of William’s cock as it penetrated her ass and she couldn’t help it. She loved that cock.

The man grunted as he pushed even more of his cock into her ass and the woman loved it even more as her butt continued to accept that cock.

The other man was still buried deep inside her cunt as William’s cock took even more of her ass. The woman groaned again. She loved that cock in her ass.

Those twin cocks were buried deep inside her and the girl groaned. The man underneath her pawed her tits even as the one behind her pulled his cock back only to again shove it deep inside her ass. Hillary groaned again.

Hillary could feel those cocks surging. One in her cunt and one in her ass. Those cocks were filling her up with their cum, and in spite of herself, Hillary just couldn’t help it. As those cocks continued to cum, so too did she.

***

“You were right, buddy. You do have her under your control, but you realize as far as I was concerned, that was a win-win solution.”

“How’s that,” William asked his friend.

Jeff grinned. “If I won the bet, then I won, but if you won the bet, I got to stick my cock in that girl’s pussy. Like I say, either way, I won.”

William slapped his buddy on the back. “You got me there,” the man said. “Either way, you won. On the other hand, I got to fuck that tight, little ass again, so let’s just call it a draw and say we both won.”

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Blinded to any light that might be in the room, I could only rely on my other senses of hearing and smell. I hadn’t heard anything in quite a while, but I knew that he was still there, close by, watching me. The room had no distinct scents other than my own fear and arousal. […]

Blinded to any light that might be in the room, I could only rely on my other senses of hearing and smell. I hadn’t heard anything in quite a while, but I knew that he was still there, close by, watching me. The room had no distinct scents other than my own fear and arousal. Somehow, I knew he could smell them too.

When I thought I could stand the silent tension in the room no more, I felt it. The merest touch on my cheek and my first thought was that a bug had landed. Despite his earlier injunction to not move, I shrieked and struggled to move the bug. Punishment was swift as several hard stinging slaps rained down on my panty-covered ass. I howled and the slaps continued, hard, controlled and measured. I knew that he would continue until I obeyed and I struggled against my fear and pain to remain still and quiet.

He continued until I had remained still for a few moments and I knew it was to let me know that he was in control and he would decide when the punishment would end. Finally, he stopped and

all I could feel was my ass stinging and red-hot. I was sure it was red by now as well. I could handle it, I knew now that my limits were expanded. What was harder to handle was my aroused state; the spanking had reached inside me and pulled my hidden desires to the surface. I had never been so in need, my breasts swollen, my nipples hard and extended so that even the smooth sheet was both ecstasy and pain to rub against. My pussy had never been this wet before, so open and wanting, no, needing to be fucked.

I froze as I felt a new touch on my back and instinctively, I knew that it was a knife, the metal hard and cold as he ran it down my back with the barest touch. I stopped breathing, sure that this was the end. I had tried his patience too much and he was going to kill me. I buried my face in the sheet as the knife ran down my back slowly and up over one ass cheek, continuing down my thigh, knee, and calf and along the sole of my foot. I couldn’t contain the shiver that ran down my body at the light touch of the deadly weapon. I heard his soft laughter and the knife continued onto my other foot and back up my leg to my ass where it stopped. I held my breath as I felt him slip the knife under my panty leg and slide across my other cheek to poke out the other panty leg. With a quick jerk, he cut through my panty crotch where it met my ass, baring my wet pussy to his gaze as the crotch dropped to the bed.

“Ah, my sweet slut,” his voice conveyed his humor and enjoyment of the situation. “Are those lovely juices for me?” He chuckled and I felt his finger slide down the outside of my swollen lips, my juices covering it immediately, they were so copious. I felt the knife slide up under the panties again, over my ass. Another jerk and the panties were cut in two. He whisked the torn garment out and tossed it on the floor, running his fingers down my ass cheek again, massaging it, pushing it, testing it’s firmness. All the while, his other finger ran teasingly across my wet pussy lips, never pushing or giving me what I needed. I could feel my clit, swollen and hard and knew he could see it sticking out, but he did not touch it.

“Your ass is very beautiful, my sweet slut, full and firm just how I like them.” He slid a finger down the crack and I tensed as it ran across my puckered rosebud, pressing it lightly before continuing down. “Tell me, slut, has this beautiful ass ever been fucked before?” I hesitated, not sure if he wanted me to answer or not and he delivered a hard slap to my ass, making me arch slightly as I felt the pain on my already sensitive cheeks. “Answer me when I ask you something, slut, or pay the consequences. You will answer immediately and truthfully and call me Sir. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Sir” I stumbled over the word as his hand began stroking my ass lightly again, the light touch was a balm to my sensitive red ass and I longed to move with it. Another slap was delivered and I remembered that I hadn’t answered his question. “No, Sir, no one has done that.” I shut my eyes as I thought of that violation he had promised would take place.

“No one has done what, my sweet slut?” He chuckled quietly. “Say the words I want to hear.”

“No one has ever f-fucked my ass, Sir.” I felt fresh tears starting and I bit back a sob. “Please, please don’t do that to me. I’ll do anything else, I promise.”

“You are my slut now and I will do anything to your body that I desire. Is that clear? You live only to serve my pleasures now.” I felt him shift on the bed and a series of hard slaps rained down on my ass again. As they stopped, I felt that light touch of before on my cheek then down my back. Sheer force of will kept me from shrieking again and he chuckled as my body trembled under the touch. As I tried to calm myself, I focused on the soft touch, realizing now that it was not some creepy crawly, but a tool of this scene he was conducting. I concentrated on the touch now running lightly across my ass, racking my brain to figure out what it was. But it felt so good that I gave up, enjoying the soft feathery touch across my red ass, gasping a little as he ran it down my thighs, feeling my nerves standing on end.

The room was quiet, nothing to disturb the silence; all I could do was feel as he continued brushing down across the back of my knees, my calves and my feet. By the time he started back up my legs, I was trembling too much to hide. I had never felt anything so soft, sensuous and incredibly erotic in my life. I jerked a little as that same touch slid along my inner thigh and feathered across my wet pussy lips, stifling a moan. I heard his soft chuckle as he deliberately ran it slowly up and down my lips. Just when I thought I could take no more, he stopped and I collapsed against the bed in relief.

My relief was short-lived though as I felt the bed give as he crawled on and slid between my thighs. At the first touch of his tongue running along my labia, I moaned out loud and felt the sharp sting of his hand on my ass. The slap and his tongue together nearly drove me over the edge and I bit down on the sheet to cover another moan. No longer caring what he thought I lifted my hips to give him access and heard him laugh again before he took another long lick, teasing me. Involuntarily, I moved my hips with him, rotating them, trying to push onto his tongue. I felt his hand slide over my ass and I braced for another slap, but he only massaged my cheek.

“Mmmmmm, my sweet, sweet slut, you taste exquisite and I am starving for you,” His fingers dug into my ass briefly as he said, firmly, “You may show enjoyment, but you must not cum until I tell you that you may. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” I sighed out as he slid his tongue between my wet lips, running it down to my clit and rape cartoons
flicking against it quickly. I almost lost it then and there and bit down on the sheet, trying desperately to concentrate and not explode. I was so wet, so ready, my body poised on the edge from all that had passed already. He kept massaging my ass cheek, his fingers digging in firmly, causing me pain and so much more. The spanking he had delivered had been painful, but now my ass was so hot and ultra sensitive that each stroke stole my breath away. Combined with his talented tongue, my body was screaming for release.

He slid his tongue from my clit back up, flattening it and pressing it against my slit, but not entering, continuing past to the sensitive area before my pink rosebud. I moaned again as he slithered his tongue against me then slid it down and into my slit, curling it and pushing it in deep, darting it in and out quickly. I couldn’t believe how good this felt. Every other man before him paled in comparison as I writhed and moaned under him. I had had men go down on me before, but their cursory licks to prepare me for their cock had never excited me like he was.

I cried out as his tongue slid down to my clit again and he thrust two thick fingers into my wet pussy, fucking me with them, quickly thrusting in and out. Faint whimpers filled the room and I realized they were coming from my mouth; I was practically begging a rapist to continue! That though flew from my head as he withdrew his fingers and I stammered, begging, “please, please, Sir, I need your fingers, please!”

He laughed, quietly, “Begging me, slut? You love this, don’t you? You want me to take your body and use it. Tell me now or I will stop and leave you like this.”

“No, no, please, Sir!” I could not believe that voice was mine, but I also couldn’t let him stop. “Please don’t leave me; I need to cum, Sir, please!” I was shaking all over, rubbing my breasts against the sheet, my hips pushing down and seeking his fingers again. He dipped them in again, pulling my juices out and sliding his fingers up along my ass crack, coating my tight bud with it, then sliding down for more. I tensed slightly, remembering his promise, then gave in to the pleasure as he pressed his tongue against my clit again and continued dipping his fingers in and coated my ass until it was slick with my juices. He left his finger there, sliding it against my puckered hole and pressing, but not entering.

I cried out again as he pulled my clit between his lips and began sucking on it, thrusting his fingers into my dripping slit again. I rocked onto his fingers, moaning and pleading as he thrust them in faster, his lips rubbing and sucking my clit. I was so on the precipice, my body screaming for me to jump off when he suddenly bit down on my clit and, at the same time, thrust one thick finger into my ass up to his first knuckle.

“Do not cum, I warn you, my sweet slut.” He lifted his mouth briefly to speak and then thrust his fingers deep into my pussy and ass, twisting them against my sensitive walls. I sobbed with the effort to stop my body from letting go, crying out and thrusting with him, reduced to incoherent cries. He twisted the finger in my ass and thrust it deeper, keeping rhythm with the fingers in my pussy and driving me wild.

“NOW, slut, now, cum for ME!” He commanded me and sucked my clit into his lips again, rubbing his tongue along it roughly as he finger fucked me in both holes. I screamed then, my body arching into a bow, stretching against the ropes as waves ran over and over my body. He never stopped sucking on my clit, his fingers moving faster through my orgasm and I was surprised as another wave came crashing over my body. Never in my life had I had a multiple orgasm and I could only ride it out, tears flowing and crying out to him to go on, to stop, to never stop. Fortunately for me, he ignored me and kept licking and sucking, his fingers never stopping.

I finally collapsed again, shaking all over as the last wave rolled past. He seemed to know and slithered his tongue gently past my sensitive clit and began licking my lips, pulling his fingers out slowly. I heard the wet sound as his fingers left my pussy, replaced by his tongue as he licked my sweet juices softly, gentling my body again. “Please, no more, I can’t take anymore,” I moaned against the sheet.

“You will, you know,” He moved off the bed, lightly for such a large man and I felt the bed beside me give with his weight. A moment later, I caught the scent of my own cum as he brought his fingers to my mouth and rubbed along my lips. “Open.” He commanded and I obeyed immediately, parting my lips. He slid two fingers in, coated with my sweet juices and I ran my tongue along them, rubbing between them to catch every drop, sucking them deeper to taste more. I mewled as he pulled them from my mouth, wanting more.

I felt him slip onto the bed between my spread legs again and he slid a strong hand underneath me, pulling my hips up into the air, the ropes cutting slightly into my wrists and ankles as I was stretched. He slid his knees under both my parted thighs, his hair-roughened limbs rubbing deliciously against my smooth skin. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and shuddered as he alternately rubbed strongly and feathered them across my sensitive skin. I began circling my hips under his hands, sighing in pleasure, my body quickly rousing again. I didn’t think I could be ready again so soon, but my body proved me wrong as my hips began thrusting under him, seeking more. I knew what I wanted, needed, was to feel his hard cock.

The thought had just brushed my consciousness when I felt him push up on his knees, pulling my body taut against the ropes and his hard cock brush against my clit. I moaned, pushing my pussy down onto his cock and heard his soft laughter. He brushed the head against my clit again and again, lightly, teasingly and I tried to slide my pussy against it, to capture it, pull his hard cock inside my aching pussy. “What shall I do with my cock, my sweet slut? Shall I fuck your very wet pussy or that tight virgin ass of yours? Decisions, decisions …” I heard his low laugh and moaned, half with desire and half with fear.

“Please, Sir, I need you. I need you!” I hated to hear that begging tone, but I was nearly past caring.

“What do you need, slut? Tell me!” That commanding tone again, reaching inside me and stealing my breath, forcing my obedience.

“Your cock, Sir. Please, I need your cock.” I bit my lip and slid my hips in tight circles, seeking his hardness.

“Tell ME what you want me to do. Say the words I want to hear, my sweet slut, or I will continue to tease you. Do you want me to fuck your pussy or your ass?” I heard the laughter in his voice, but also the tightness that told me he was not immune to this teasing touch himself.

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fuck my pussy, Sir, please!” Dignity forgotten now, I could only feel. I was alive with feelings, every nerve seemed to be standing on end, the air sweeter and cool on my skin. I realized then that by robbing me of sight, he had forced me to concentrate on my other senses and every sense in me was screaming for him to fuck me.

I let out a moan as his cock brushed my clit again and slid up to my slick entrance, pressing the head against me and pushing in, lodging it just inside. I gasped as I realized how thick his cock was, stretching my tight slit with just the tip, letting out a scream as he lifted and rammed it deep inside me with one hard thrust. He raised up on his knees higher, stretching my body impossibly tighter against the ropes and pushed his cock deeper still. I could feel every hard, thick inch filling my tight pussy and stretching it more than I had ever been before. I scarcely drew a breath before he pulled his thick cock out until just the head was inside and then thrust in again, hard and deep.

I shuddered, gripping the ropes as he fucked my tight pussy with the same long, slow, hard thrusts, forcing his cock deep inside me. He never broke the rhythm as my body strained against the ropes, against him, silently urging him on and on. I sobbed as my clit pulled taut with each stroke, my juices flowing freely over his steadily thrusting cock and down over my pussy. His balls slapped against my clit, adding to the sensations he alone was creating in my body. I began thrusting my hips down with him, fighting the ropes, uncaring that they were rubbing my sensitive skin as I sought to fuck him hard, showing him the rhythm I needed.

I felt his fingers slide down to my pussy and back up to my ass as he slicked my juices there again. I tensed as I felt his finger press against my ass again, knowing he would push it inside. In answer, he slammed his cock into me fiercely and pushed his finger past my tight ring, not stopping until his finger was buried deep in my ass. I whimpered as my body resisted, tightening around his finger and he began twisting it inside, rubbing it against my sensitive inner walls. My tight ass clenched around his finger, making it difficult for him to pull it and his hand came down hard on my ass cheek. I gasped and my ass let go, but he didn??™t stop, bringing his hand down hard on my other cheek as he pushed his finger deep into my ass and thrust his cock into my pussy hard.

I bit down on the sheet again, low sounds tearing from my throat as he settled into a rhythm, each stroke calculating and cunning. His hand smacked each cheek with the same hard intensity, his fingertips sliding across after each sting of his hand, making my sensitive nerves jump. He thrust his finger deep into my ass with long even strokes as he fucked my pussy with the same rhythm. I thought I could not bear any more as he rose off his knees to thrust into my pussy over and over. I cried out when he pulled his finger out of my ass only to push another in with it, stretching my tight ring and fucking my tight ass with both thick fingers.

I heard the tension in his voice as it floated to me through the haze of pleasure, “do you want to cum again, my sweet slut? Shall I let you cum now?” I could hear his labored breathing and I took small pleasure in the fact that he was not unaffected by this. I knew I was not alone in my arousal and I reacted by tightening my pussy around his cock, trying to pull him deeper. I hear the intake of breath and his pace picked up, fucking me harder now, his cock ramming in over and over.

“YES,” I screamed the words, “Please, let me cum now!” I caught my breath as he leaned into my hips, spreading my legs further as he thrust his cock and fingers into me harder, faster and deeper. I lost control then, crying out over and over, “Yes, Sir, fuck me, fuck my pussy and ass, fuck ME!”

“Cum NOW, slut, now, for ME!” I felt my very being resonate with his command and the force of his cock as he groaned loudly and began thrusting into my pussy faster. It was all I needed and my body exploded into pure sensation, concentrated on my pussy and radiating out until I felt like one mass of white hot arousal and pleasure. I heard his cry and felt him slam his cock deep inside me, hot jets of cum spurting against my cervix. Our bodies strained against each other, riding the same bright waves together before I could stand no more and collapsed against him. I felt him lean forward and then he was running his tongue up my back to my shoulder, biting it gently, before his hoarse voice whispered in my ear, “My sweet, sweet slut, you know you are mine and will never feel this with another man ever. I know you will admit it before this night is through.”

I shuddered as much from the longing for those words to be true as the hope that they were not. How could my body betray me like this? Fantasy aside, this was rape, wasn??™t it? My mind skittered across that word though; I knew I had to admit to myself at least that this was no longer rape. It may have been forced on me, but now I wanted him with my whole being. Every nerve in me was crying out for him to touch me again, to fuck me hard and take my body back to those heights.

I was so lost in the sensations and thoughts that I didn??™t realize he had moved, pulling out from under my hips and setting them back on the bed until I felt the bed sink beneath his weight near my head. Too exhausted to move, I shut my eyes and listened to the sound of our breathing in the still room. I felt his hands in my hair, stroking down my waves, then curling his fingers around the length and pulling it up steadily, raising my head. Something soft bumped against my cheek and I jerked my head. He wrapped his hand tighter and pulled a little sharper causing me to let out a gasp. As my lips parted that soft object pushed between my lips; I could smell our mingled scents and knew it was his cock. He pushed forward again, harder, and the head filled my mouth. Instinctively, I ran my tongue around it, wetting his cock and tasting us on him, opening my mouth so he could push deeper.

His cock was so large it filled my mouth completely. I sucked gently, tentatively running my tongue along the underside and heard him let out a sigh, his cock hardening in my mouth. I felt it swell and panicked as I tried to accommodate its size and weight, pulling my mouth back off to the tip. He growled low in his throat and grabbed my head with his other hand, thrusting his cock back into my mouth further than before. I struggled but he held my head firmly in his hands, my hair wrapped tight around one and steadily fucked my mouth, pushing his cock deeper with each thrust. I fought against gagging, never having learned how to deep throat a man. I could barely take a breath as he fucked deeper his cock was so rape cartoons
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I stood there for long moments, looking at the image in the mirror, my mind racing. Monty could drive in at any moment. As this was his first trip on his new job, there was no way I could be sure of the exact time he might arrive. I slid my hands down and with […]

I stood there for long moments, looking at the image in the mirror, my mind racing. Monty could drive in at any moment. As this was his first trip on his new job, there was no way I could be sure of the exact time he might arrive. I slid my hands down and with two forefingers, spreading the puffy lips apart. My clit looked like Rudolf, The red nosed Reindeer’s nose on Christmas Eve! It was swollen to almost twice its normal size and the result of Jake’s biting and sucking on it had turned it a deep red. While looking at it, I trailed a fingertip over it and received a jolt of pleasure/pain shooting from my clit into my stomach. It was so sensitive I could hardly touch it.

Knowing that Monty would be anxious to fuck me tonight, made me worry about how to keep him from noticing my swollen clit. I considered my options. To keep the lights out, would keep him from seeing it, but I was not sure that I could stand the sensation of his cock rubbing against it. The only thing I could think of to prevent that was

to have him fuck me doggy fashion or give him a blow-job. The remnants of Jakes cum would just make my pussy slick and less pressure on my clit.

Somewhat satisfied with my strategy, I went into the kitchen and got a couple of ice cubes. Returning to the bathroom I placed the ice cubes in a washcloth and held the coldness against my swollen clit. I was hoping that the cold ice would help to reduce the swelling. I glanced at the clock and realized that the girls would be bouncing through the door at any time now, and for them to find me undressed for the second time in a row was pressing my luck.

Quickly, I wiped my ass and cunt with the cloth, promising myself a nice hot bath after attending to Monty’s sexual needs later. I slipped on Panties and bra, then a flowery blouse and a long flowing skirt. I wanted to look dressed but, casual for Monty’s homecoming. I applied new makeup and brushed my hair. Again, I spun around, inspecting myself for anything that might convey suspicions as to what I had been doing today. I hadn’t even put my hairbrush down before I heard Melissa yell, “Hey Mom! We’re home!”

I smiled and went to greet them. “Hello, Girls!” I said, happily. “How was school today?” I bent down and kissed each one on the cheek.

“Great, Mom!” Melissa replied.

“It was just Ok.” Sara added a little less excited.

Somehow, it sounded wrong. Sara is such a sweet and shy child. She is quieter than Melissa, but more serious about things. It struck me that something maybe bothering her. I do try to pay attention to their moods and give them the attention that they want. I must try in the next few days to sit aside some time to have a confidential talk with her as it has been awhile since that I did that. Sara is the type of girl that will let things go until it become really important to her, then it is like a dam bursting and I catch it all at once.

Melissa, on the other hand, is more forward and to the point, always saying what she is thinking. Sister’s for sure, but a lot of differences also. Melissa is bound for her after school treats and permission to visit a friend in the neighborhood. I give her the OK and remind her that Daddy will be home tonight. Sara, meanwhile, has gone to her room to study for a test coming up at school. My mind is whirling over today’s events, trying to remember if there were any signs that they would be suspicious of. I remembered that Jake had fucked me on Sara’s bed, but I had quickly smoothed it out before leaving it. If there were any cum stains on it they were not noticeable to me. I waited a few minutes and followed Sara to her bedroom. I found her standing in the middle of the room deep in thought.

“What’s the matter, Sara?” I asked, “Are you upset or worried about anything? You know that we have no reason to hide anything from each other.”

“I know, Mom.” She replied, “I was just trying to remember. I was sure that I had made my bed this morning and placed my Teddy bear and my pillow on top of the covers, but the Teddy bear is gone!”

Glancing at her bed confirmed that the bear was gone, but logic said it couldn’t have gone far. I bent down and took a quick look under the bed and there was the furry little thing looking back at me. Obviously the hard fucking that Jake had given me had knocked Teddy off the bed and somehow had been kicked under the bed. I retrieved it and handed it to her, seeing her smile.

“See, Sara! Maybe, Teddy got scared being all alone in here today and crawled under the bed” I teased her, but at the same time cursing Jake for fucking me in her room.

“Thanks, Mom! I guess I should have looked before saying anything.” She replied.

“That’s ok, Sara. Just as long as you know that I’m here for you. Any problems you have, no matter how small or large, you can always confide in me.

“I know Mom, and I will, Maybe we can discuss a few things that have been bothering me, But not now. I need to study for the test for tomorrow.” She said

I felt very proud of her at that moment. Seventeen years old and maturing into a beautiful young lady. We had discussed the boy/girl situation from time to time and I passed along motherly advice to her. I was much more liberal with her and Melissa than my mom had been with me. My mother was the old-fashion kind and believed that sex was nasty. There were two things wrong with her advice, it was out-dated, and it came too late. I had already found out for myself that sex was pleasurable. I didn’t want my girls to grow up thinking that all sex was nasty, but have respect for forced sex images
themselves and their bodies.

It was time to think about what to serve Monty and the girls for dinner tonight. I was sure that he would be home soon. I’m sure my face flushed red when I remembered what I had eaten in the family room this afternoon. Unconsciously, I touched my clit, through my panties and it was still very sensitive. And I realized how dangerous the position was that I had put myself in. Well, it couldn’t be helped, now. I’d just have to play it by ear and hope for the best. I went into the kitchen, started a pot of water boiling for spaghetti, and opened a jar of spaghetti sauce.

By the time the spaghetti was done, I had made a salad. Now, all that was left was to butter the French bread, toast it in the oven. But all of those last minute things could wait until Monty was actually home. I set the table for four and mentally started making a shopping list. I usually did my shopping on Wednesdays as the store specials usually kicked in on the middle of the week, but I could still shop on Friday’s just as well.

Perhaps I should start thinking of making a casserole or a meat loaf during those days that Jake would be here. Heaven’s knows that he is not going to give me time to cook, during the days he is here. I begin to hope that he would soon tire of me and just let me slip back into my normal routine. Of course, there would probably be other men in my life, but I was determined not to let them gain control of me as Jake had done. But would I really want him to stop coming? I wish I had the answer to that question.

The memories of the last two days were shoved into the back of my mind as I prepared for Monty’s return. As the time drew near, Melissa came bounding in, asking, “Is Daddy Home yet?”

“No, Not yet, Dear!” I replied, “But, soon, I’m sure.”

A few minutes later, we heard the garage door open and the sound of a door slamming, followed by Monty’s voice saying “Hello, Girls, Daddy’s home!’

Melissa went to him, hugging him, and kissing him on the cheek Sara had heard the commotion and had come into the kitchen with us just in time to see her daddy giving me a very hot, passionate kiss. She smiled at me as I stepped aside and she took her turn in greeting him with a kiss. The girls gathered around him at the table, listening to his tales of his days at his new job. He seemed very happy about his promotion. I listened also, as I busied my self with finishing the preparations for dinner.

Afterwards, Sara and Melissa cleared the table and put dishes into the dishwasher while Monty and I went into the family room and watched the evening news. It seemed kind of strange to be sitting with my husband on the same sofa that Jake had fucked me so soundly on, just a few hours before. I know that Monty was going to be horny after a couple of days away from me, so I wasn’t surprised when he put his hands on my tits, rubbing and squeezing them gently. I cuddled closer to him in an attempt to show that I was as anxious as he was, but cautioned him to not get carried away, because the girls may walk in unexpectedly.

“Don’t you think that they know what Daddy does to Mommy at night?” He grinned, his finger tip gently circling my left nipple.

“Oh, I would imagine they know more than we think.” I replied, “There is no telling what they learn from their friends at school.”

Monty grinned at that and replied, “Hell, I remember that a cousin of mine visited us from California. He was older than I by a couple of years and he showed me how to masturbate. I think I was ten at the time but I was sure curious.

“Really? What did he show you?” I asked.

“Well, Everything! Of course, not everything at once, but after he started, he showed me a lot in the two weeks we were together.” Monty laughed.

Now, this was interesting me. Of course, I didn’t tell him that I knew just exactly what he was talking about as I was also taught a lot by a neighbor girl whom I liked real well.

During this time, Monty had continued to fondle my tits, and I knew the nipples were hard as he pinched at them. I could see his cock outlined in his pants and I knew his telling me the story has made him eager to fuck. I was just about ready to suggest that we go to bed, when I remembered my own swollen clit. Would he notice it and ask questions?

Fortunately, Sara and Melissa had finished their homework and had come in to watch a bit of TV before they went to bed. Sara sat beside her Daddy and I noticed her hand lying on his thigh, just below his cock. I felt him give a short gasp and quickly put his hand atop of hers, preventing her from moving it higher. Melissa, in the mean time, sat beside me and we watched the rest of the program in silence. It was a good thing the lights were dim for watching TV, not for seeing too much.

Again, that uneasy feeling spread through me, here was all my family, sitting in the same room that Jake had did all kinds of sexual things to me. I was surely hoping that he would make other arraignments if he was going to continue fucking me. There was just too many ways that I could be found out about my affair with him. And I still had to accept Monty’s sexual attentions with my bare pussy and swollen clit. I could explain away the bare pussy, but I just hoped that he would not notice how wet my cunt was with Jakes cum still there. I had passed that test on the eve of the company event and felt confident that I could do it again. But I must prevent him noticing my enlarged clit.

The time passed and one by one, the girls kissed their Daddy and went to bed. I was feeling kind of curious of forced sex images
Monty’s reaction to Sara’s hand being so close to his hard prick. As he stood up, pulling me to my feet, I did notice a small wet spot at the very end of his cock. Had he cum or was it just precum? I would find out later that it was just precum, but it was very close to a climax for him.

Monty and I walked arm in arm to our bedroom. Monty quickly undressed and slid between the sheets. I told him that I was going to freshen up a bit, but would there soon.

“Hell, Honey! You don’t have to do that for me.” He grinned. “I can take you as you are. Just look at this!” and he pushed down the covers, exposing a very hard prick.

“Is that for me?” I asked innocently.

“Hey, I’m just a man! You know we have two heads and we do not always use the right one in sexual matters. Women don’t have that problem, do they?” He asked.

I guess it was kind of ironic that he said that and it brought a smile to my lips, because, unknown to him, I was getting fucked by Jake because of a bad decision I had made on that night of the company event. Of course, that thought brought me back to the present and my dilemma. What would I do if Monty noticed anything different? I had my bare cunt to explain, but I was sure he would believe my story that I did it for him.

“Women have their own set of problems to worry about.” I answered with a grin. “We know how you men think and we have to react accordingly.”

I turned and stepped into the bathroom. I started undressing and again my eyes swept over my naked body, looking for any telltale signs of my activities. My bald cunt was the most prominent and it seemed to draw my eyes right to the swollen clit. Spreading my legs farther apart, I saw that the outer lips were not as puffy as they were earlier and took some comfort from that. Running a finger between the inner lips told me that I was still quite wet, but I felt that Monty would take it as a sign of my desire for him. I touched lightly at my ass-hole, feeling a slight soreness but thinking it not being a major concern.

I removed my nightgown from the hook on the bathroom door and raised it over my head. No! I thought, I would forget the gown for tonight. I seriously doubted that Monty would object to my nudity. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped into the room. Monty sat upright in bed, his eyes taking in the sights of my tits bouncing as I walked closer. Then, I saw them flash downward and a look of surprise covered his face as he realized that my pussy was bare and smooth. He smiled and held out his hands as an invitation to our marriage bed.

I quickly slid under the covers, but Monty had other ideas. I lay on my back as he kissed and caressed my tits, sucking the erect nipples into his mouth as one hand stole downward to my bare cunt. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning as he found my sensitive clit. I grabbed his hand, sliding it up and away from my pussy as I said.

“Oh, Monty! I have missed you so much. I hope you like my little surprise.”

“You know I do, Sweetheart! I don’t know how many times I have wanted to ask you to do that. Now, I want to get a good look at my wife’s shaved pussy.”

My mind was in a whirl, thoughts racing back and forth, wondering what I could tell him as he threw the covers off my naked body. He got to his knees beside me and his hands covered my tits and pussy. True to his word, he dropped his face to my bare crotch and I felt his tongue searching for my clit. Tightening my thighs together.

“Please, Monty. Not tonight.” I begged.

“But Damn-it sweetheart! You know how I love to eat your pussy!” He replied.

“I know, Honey. But I want to feel your cock inside me, tonight. I have missed you a lot! You know how you are when you get worked up too much and you cum too soon.” I explained.

“Well, at least let me get a good look at it, then.” He pleaded, pulling at my thighs.

Unable to come up with an excuse, I relaxed my thighs and spread them to his gaze. He was so close I could feel his hot breath on my pussy lips. For long moments he was silent, then he raised his head and looked at me.

“Gee, Honey! Your clit looks all swollen and raw. What happened?” He asked.

Panic gripped me, my mind racing for some explanation. Had I really been found out?

“Oh, Monty! I was hoping that you would not notice that.” I said, pulling his face up to mine, kissing him deeply as I searched for an answer. “But, I guess I might as well tell you even if it is a little bit embarrassing.”

“What is embarrassing?” He grinned. “You know that we have no secrets from each other.”

“Well, I’m sure you remember the dildo you bought for me a couple of years ago? Well, I missed you so much last night and this afternoon, I kind of got carried away and used it a bit too rough. I know it sounds kind of selfish to masturbate while you are gone, but remember that I am used to having you at home at night to take care of my needs. I’m sorry if I disappointed you.”

“Hell, No! Woman! You have not disappointed me. I like the idea of you being kind of sexy natured. Besides that is the reason I bought them for you. Did you use the vibe too?”

“Yes,” I said shyly. “But I did kind of make myself sore down there.”

“Don’t worry about it honey. I can wait. I was feeling the same way last night and I masturbated as well.” He grinned sheepishly.

“No, you don’t have to wait.” I said. “I know that you are tired after your drive home. Perhaps I could give you a blow-job instead of sore pussy?”

“Hey, A good idea! I accept your suggestion.” He smiled broadly as he forced sex images
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I always feel out of place at these clubs. The flashing colored lights and over-the-top loud music just fuck with my head, and I hate crowds. I especially can’t stand the people: girls dressed like whores that distract all the guys but won’t let them touch anything, the guys that won’t pay attention to chicks […]

I always feel out of place at these clubs. The flashing colored lights and over-the-top loud music just fuck with my head, and I hate crowds. I especially can’t stand the people: girls dressed like whores that distract all the guys but won’t let them touch anything, the guys that won’t pay attention to chicks like me that wear more than six square inches of clothing.

But here I am, leaning against the bar with a half-gone Screwdriver and a face full of boredom, watching my best friend bump and grind among the city’s sluttiest at Club Blech. Okay, so that’s not its name. Fuck if I know what club we’re at right now. It’s the third one tonight. Not that it matters what the name is; it’s still a tiny dance floor crammed with gyrating, sweaty bodies writhing together like squirming maggots. They might as well be fucking. In fact, I think a few of them are fucking.

I take a long swig of my Screwdriver and suck on an ice cube. Damn I feel bitchy tonight. Half of my bitchiness is from being dragged to

this hellhole, but the other half is that all-consuming frustration that comes with needing to get laid. I need to get laid bad.

I crunch the ice cube between my teeth and suck on the rapidly melting pieces. I know I’m not getting laid tonight; no man in this place will give me the time of day, and I’m not into one night stands anyway. My boyfriend dumped my ass a couple of weeks ago, and my pussy’s been cock-vacant since.

Some irritating hip-hop song blasts over the speakers for the fifth time tonight. Ugh. That’s enough.

My friend is too far into the crowded dance floor for me to even think about getting her attention, so I down the rest of my drink and head towards the ladies’ room. Maybe I’ll find a moment’s peace. Doubtful, but better than standing near the dance floor.

The dark hallway that leads to the restroom is full of people, and there’s no doubt that at least two or three couples are getting very well-acquainted. One girl starts shaking and whimpering against a guy who has his hand up her ultra-short skirt. I can’t even find a man to look at me in this place, and she’s got a guy fingering her off in the hall. Bitch.

The bathroom isn’t much better; girls cackle and squawk like hens in front of the mirror, reapplying their excessive makeup, and at least one chick is loudly worshipping the porcelain god. I groan. Maybe I’ll step out into the alley for a few minutes. I could seriously use some air, and I have a stamp on my hand; the bouncer will let me back in.

Making my way outside, I’m relieved to find myself wandering down a fairly deserted hallway. A handful of people are scattered in the shadows, most drunk, a few passed out.

I sense someone close behind me a moment too late: a hand claps over my mouth and an arm around my waist. I’m pulled against a broad chest, arm squeezing the breath right out of me so I couldn’t scream if I wanted to.

“Walk where I tell you to, and don’t make a sound,” he whispers in my ear. “Or you’re fucking dead.” He squeezes my chest emphatically, and I nod. He feels like he could break me in half.

Scared shitless, I walk where he directs me: down the dark hallway and through a door near the end. We aren’t outside: we’re in a maintenance room or something like that. It’s dark, but a little bit of light comes in through a small window, illuminating the mops, brooms, shelves, and all that shit.

My captor roughly pulls me against him, and suddenly I’m really scared: I don’t think that’s a gun in the front of his pants, but free mpeg rape zip.
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“I saw you standing around looking like you think you’re better than everyone here,” he growls in my ear. “But you’re just a slut bitch like every girl on that dance floor.” He grabs my breast roughly. “A body like this should be out on the floor where every guy can get a feel. Who do you think you are showing it off but not letting anyone touch it?” I let out a terrified whimper. “I’ve got ya scared, don’t I, bitch?” I nod. He pulls me harder against him, and grinds his cock ??“ definitely not a gun ??“ against my ass.

For a moment I see myself riding his cock. It feels big, maybe not incredibly long, but thick enough to get the job done. I shake my head. What the fuck am I thinking?

“Did you hear me, bitch?” He shakes me roughly. “I asked you a question.” Fuck, what did he say? I wasn’t paying attention. Oh fuck, he’s going to kill me…

“I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry.” My voice is unsteady. He laughs in my ear.

“You were thinking of this fucking your pussy, weren’t you?” He grinds his cock against me again. Christ, is he a mind reader? He snickers. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“No,” I lie. Lie? What the fuck? “No, please don’t.”

“Bullshit,” he says. “You want my cock in your pussy just like you want every cock in that club in your pussy.” His lips are right next to my ear. “You just think you’re too good for any man in there, but deep down, you know you want each and everyone of us to bend you over and fuck your brains out, don’t you?”

“No,” I say again. “I don’t just ??“”

“Save it, slut,” he hisses. “I know your type. You bitch chicks that just come in here acting all high and mighty, dressed like you’re some kind of saint, but you’re just a whore like every girl in there.” He grabs my skirt and unbuttons it. “And I’m going to prove it.” A whimper leaves my mouth, but I’m not entirely sure it’s one of protest.

“Don’t,” I say weakly.

“Don’t.” He mocks. He laughs and tugs my skirt to the floor. My panties soon follow. He grabs my ass cheeks and rolls them around in his hands. “Oh yeah, I knew you were hiding something good under there.” A finger teases down my crack towards my cunt. “I’ll bet there’s even more down here.” He works my lips apart, and I’m startled as fuck at how wet my pussy is. He roughly shoves two fingers into my tight cunt, and I yelp, but it doesn’t hurt that much. He starts to finger fuck me. I clench my fists and chew my lip, willing myself not to like it, but God it feels good. I think of his cock again, wonder if it’s as big as it felt against my ass.

“Bet you want something else up there, don’t you slut?” he laughs, fingering me harder.

“No,” I lie. Yeah, I’m totally lying. What the fuck am I doing? This guy’s about to rape me!

“You lying cunt,” he snaps, ripping his fingers out of my snatch and standing. “You want it.” His arm is around my chest again, pinning my arm to my side. His fingers smell of pussy. My mouth waters. His other hand makes quick work of his pants and I suddenly feel his cock against my ass. “You want it, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Lying slut! You want my big fucking dick inside you, don’t you?”

“No.”

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“No! Please don’t!”

“Tell me what you want, bitch, tell me what you want me to do with it.”

“Please, don’t…”

“You lying whore, you can’t fool me.” With that, he pushes me against the wall and shoves his cock up into my pussy. Oh my God, oh free mpeg rape zip.
my God it feels so fucking good. He begins to ram my cunt, slamming his rock hard dick into me, pounding me against the cold wall.

“Don’t, please don’t,” I beg half-heartedly.

“Don’t what, slut? Tell me?” He pants, fucking me harder.

“Don’t…please, please don’t…”

“Come on, bitch, don’t what?” He reaches around and plays with my clit. Oh, sweet Jesus…

“Don’t stop!” I scream. “Oh fuck, don’t stop!”

“Haha! I knew you were a whore!” He shoves his dick as far into my as it will go and grabs me by the hair, pulling my head back. My pussy is on fucking fire. “Want me to keep fucking you? Want me to keep pounding your twat, you nasty fucking whore?”

“Yes! Yes!” I cry.

“Beg for it, bitch,” he tightens his grip on my hair. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want it bad,” I moan. “Oh God, fuck me as hard as you can.” He pulls out and pounds my pussy once, burying himself to the hilt.

“Are you a nasty whore?”

“Yes!” Another stroke.

“Are you a fucking slut who wants her cunt fucked?”

“Yes!” Two more strokes.

“You want me to fuck you and then cum all over your face like a dirty bitch?”

“Yes!”

He fucks me, oh does he ever fuck me. I scream and beg for more as he pounds my cunt. Then I cum. Sweet fucking heaven on Earth, my pussy goes ballistic. I buck against him, moaning loudly and squeezing his cock with my convulsing cunt. He groans and keeps pounding until my orgasm ceases.

My pussy still buzzing with my crazy orgasm, I whimper in protest as he pulls out. Gripping me by the hair, he forces me to my knees and shoves his cock into my mouth. I devour him, intoxicated by the tangy taste of my own juices all over his dick. He fucks my face, driving himself into my throat. My very well-trained gag reflex barely accommodates him, but I take all of him.

I feel his cock swell and throb, and he pulls out, holding it right above my face. He cums, spewing droplets of hot juice all over my face, in my hair, in my mouth, all over my neck. I swallow every bit that goes in my mouth and lick it all off my lips. I’m breathless and hot.

“See? I knew you were just a dirty fucking slut.” He shakes his softening cock in my face, splattering a few remaining drops of cum into my mouth. Then he tucks it back into his pants and leaves.

For a long time, I sit there, alone in the maintenance room, my pussy aching, my face and neck sticky. I can’t believe what just happened: he raped me, forced himself on me, and I liked it. I fucking loved it!

I find my skirt and panties, and towel my face off with a clean rag from one of the shelves. When my knees finally stop shaking, I head back into the thrumming dance club in search of my friend.

“There you are!” she says as I re-enter the world. “I was just looking for you. I’m ready to head out.” Then she pauses, squints at me, and looks me up and down. I’m sure I look like hell. “Where have you been?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Nicole! Where have you been? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”

“Maybe later,” I shrug. I can’t wipe the shit-eating grin off my face. “Let’s go though.” She frowns.

“Okay, but I’m not going to leave you alone til you tell me.”

“Fair enough,” I say. We head for the exit. “We should come back here some time. I like this place.” She shoots me a puzzled look, knowing my distaste for places like this. I shrug.

Maybe next time, he’ll be here again. Maybe I’ll wear something a bit more slutty.

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Social Security and Medicare are in trouble. One of the “problems” in planning for retirement is something we’re otherwise happy about - living longer.
Excerpt: “House Ways and Means Chairman Bill Thomas says all options are on the table to overhaul Social Security, and now he’s laying out an ever-expanding buffet. Thomas, for the first time, […]

Social Security and Medicare are in trouble. One of the “problems” in planning for retirement is something we’re otherwise happy about - living longer.

Excerpt: “House Ways and Means Chairman Bill Thomas says all options are on the table to overhaul Social Security, and now he’s laying out an ever-expanding buffet. Thomas, for the first time, said Congress should consider a package that includes increasing the retirement age, discouraging early retirement, splitting off disabled and survivors benefits from Social Security and slowing the growth of future benefits — though not as much as the Bush administration has called for.” (Bloomberg News)

MediaMatters reminds us what they are: “Kill Social Security!”: Promotions for the August 13 edition of Fox News’ Forbes on Fox included on-screen text exclaiming “Kill Social Security!” and featuring a Social Security card with “R.I.P.” superimposed over it. The Forbes on Fox segment, hosted by David Asman, featured a panel of editors and writers from Forbes magazine discussing the merits of abolishing Social Security. Republican economists talk about bringing Social Security’s commitments into balance with funding, and with providing incentive-compatible retirement insurance. But the Republican activists have a very different view of what the goal is.

It’s easy to postpone retirement planning when you are caught up in your daily life. Although we know it is important to start early, we put it off because of kids and jobs and a multitude of other reasons. However, retirement is a very important part of life and you should be planning for it. Most people’s dreams of retirement include not working every day, traveling the country or just playing golf whenever the mood hits. But what people don’t think about is the money needed in order to live the “retired” lifestyle of their choice. Many people mistakenly believe that Social Security will cover their needs however Social Security even today does not cover all expenses.

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Me and my husband have been together for 3 years. We met on my 18th birthday. I am now 21 and he is 40. During all this time we were together I had really bad depression. This was mainly problems with my contraceptive pill which I didn’t realise at the time but it was also […]

Me and my husband have been together for 3 years. We met on my 18th birthday. I am now 21 and he is 40. During all this time we were together I had really bad depression. This was mainly problems with my contraceptive pill which I didn’t realise at the time but it was also because it was his plan for me.

We are still together, and I am only able to write this now because he has given me two hours off. That is how much I can have off and do what I want every month. He calls it me period of freedom. It??™s a pun on when I have a period ??“ his joke, of course. The rest of the time he says that I am the female of the family. He refers to us as his family. That??™s him and his son from a previous marriage, and his son is 21, so I am exactly the same age as my ???step-son.??™ Weird.

My husband is a member of a fundamentalist Christian group that believes that women should always be women. I only wear skirts now, and I haven??™t cut my blonde hair in the last 3 years ??“ it is now down to my waist. The wome

n aren??™t allowed to go to work, or do anything educational. Some of the girls I know can only just write their names.

This is encouraged has it promotes economic dependence on the men folk which is seen as a good thing. To be honest, my husband wouldn??™t approve of me watching TV, or listening to the radio, or being on the internet. Writing this once a month is the only thing that I do which is disobedient, God forgive me, because ???the woman should worship and obey the man as the man worship and obeys God.??™

When we first together, the contraceptive pill meant that (how do I put this) I didn??™t become very wet. I used to have intercourse with him even though it hurt me, but then I realized that if I performed oral sex on him for a long time beforehand and brought him to almost climax, then my saliva and his leakage made it wet enough for him to have full intercourse with me.

Quickly after we consummated the marriage he said that he wanted to have anal sex with me. I said that it wasn??™t natural but he reminded me that as I was his wife I had to obey him. There was nothing more I could say.

He never mentioned it again thought and I was glad. He didn??™t pressure me.

One night we got in bed and it was the first time we had done anything in a while. We use to have sex every day, but he had been very busy and it had been about 3 days. He NEVER masturbated, saying it was against Church teaching. I said that if it was OK with him I didn??™t want to have sex because I was rape torture stories
depressed.

He was really loving, gentle. That was really nice and I got really aroused and he seemed happy that I was so aroused.

I then lay on my front and he was on top of me- his stomach leaning against my back. He was kissing my neck and then started thrusting against my bum cheeks in a ‘back and forth’ motion. The weight of his body on mine meant I couldn’t move.

I told him he was heavy and he supported himself on his elbows. Then he grabbed my forearms with his hands. There was on way I could move now, and it was even difficult to breath. His penis was not very hard, and I felt it pushing between the cheeks of my bottom. Then suddenly he penetrated me anally and then he started thrusting inside me really vigorously. I still couldn??™t move till he climbed off me, and I tried not to think about it.

When I confronted him about this the next morning he just denied that he sodomised me. He just said that if it happened (IF it happened!) it was by accident and he thought that he was coming between my thighs. I just don’t get how a man how a man can penetrate his wife accidentally and the orgasm and then say he didn??™t even realize it.

The first time he took me anally, I??™m willing to believe it might have been an accident. But the very next night I happened again. This time he was more up front about it. Then the same thing happened the next night.

He says that it is more enjoyable for him to take me anally, and in any case, it allows me to stop taking the pill, and that would be better for my depression! I didn??™t want him to take me anally, so I feel it is rape. He has raped me anally every night for months. I didn??™t want to believe that he is a bad man, and so I convinced myself that this is what wives do for their husbands.

And for their step-sons. Because now his step-son, who is 21 like me, also takes me anally every night. My husband says that there is a passage in the Bible which allows for this to happen, but each night my husband holds me down while the step-son takes me. And then immediately after the first has finished, my husband climbs on and rapes me anally the second time.

Although this has only happened for a few months, in reaction to is I started putting on a lot of weight. I have lost it now because they put locks on the cupboards, and I can only eat what I am permitted to eat. My clothes are also locked away, so I can only wear what I am permitted to wear. I also do all the housework, cleaning, cooking, and the surrender my body to the both of them rape torture stories
at night.

It did happen for a couple of days, but last night my husband and his son raped me again. He said that he had to do it before Christmas, but why that was relevant I don??™t know. I had showered and went to bed, not expecting him to come home till late because of the Christmas preparations at the Church hall.

He came into the bedroom with his son and they had both been drinking. This time though they brought another man whom I hadn??™t seen before. Usually when my husband wants it or his son does I give it to them because there is no point in resisting, but this was the first time that he brought a stranger. My husband said that he was a ???fine man??™ who ???deserved the best??™.

There was no way I was going to accept this, however, and I said so. Both my husband and the son got on top of me and held me down. I don’t know how long we fought and I don’t know how many times I told him to stop and then I realized what they were doing. They were just resting their weight on my so that I would struggle and weaken myself out. Then I felt defeated. I still struggled a bit and we ended up on the bedroom floor and he held one of hand down, but I was trying to push him with the other hand. I couldn’t push him off! He was so big that he just needed to rest his body weight on me and that was enough to bring me under his submission.

I was on my back looking up at him, and my husband reached down and took my panties off. The son and the stranger were laughing and getting undressed. I held my legs together but he pushed them apart and entered me, the first time he entered me vaginally for a long time. Somehow his penis came out he then started rubbing it on my vagina.

He was still holding my arm down and my chest was hurting because he was so heavy. He decided that that wasn’t enough, he told me to let him put it in me, but I kept my legs closed. He pried them apart and entered me again. By then I was too, tired to keep fighting. Then eventually he came inside me, and following him, the son and the stranger as well.

It is about 4 months since the rape occurred with the stranger, and my doctor has confirmed that my pregnancy is normal. My husband and son has continued to rape me, even though I am pregnant. The doctor says that my depression I worse, but that is often the case with women who are pregnant. The doctor is sure that I will feel better when I give birth.

I could say a lot more, but my two hours is up. I have to get food ready for when we have supper in the Church Hall rape torture stories
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Gary had finally decided to do what he had been dreaming about for the past three years. He knew at this precise moment that the fine line between fantasy and fact had been crossed in his mind. He would not turn back now. “Who would it be?” he wondered to himself and immediately his mind […]

Gary had finally decided to do what he had been dreaming about for the past three years. He knew at this precise moment that the fine line between fantasy and fact had been crossed in his mind. He would not turn back now. “Who would it be?” he wondered to himself and immediately his mind began racing through his past to select his victim. He seemed to be enjoying this selection process, especially since his unknown victim was unaware of his perverted plan to satisfy that deepest distorted desire that burned within his mind and groin. Maybe it was the control over the fate of his victim or perhaps it was just pure animal lust but he felt a strong throbbing in his groin and he knew that he was becoming erect at the thought of planning his fantasy.

The neighborhood was quiet and dark as most of the residents were already asleep from the worries of that day. Nobody had any idea what was being planned in the darkness of the mind of their quiet neighbor. Gary paced the floor of his paper strewn den as he grew

deeper in thought over the selection of his victim. “Rhonda?”, he thought. “Sara?” , he asked himself. He began to grow anxious as he realized that his choices were probably too many and his desire for them too great to be able to decide on any one woman. He snapped his fingers as a gesture of his decision. “Laura!” he exclaimed within his mind almost blurting her name. A smile began to cross his lips, “Yes, Laura” he thought. He would follow Laura for a few days to learn her routine. He had to choose the best time and place to perpetrate his plan and it would not work if she was aware of his identity until the time was right.

Laura was a prime candidate for his game since she was single and not likely missed for a few days. She was self employed programming computers at home. She would work for weeks on end without anyone seeing or hearing from her while she struggled with some newly developed computer language and turn it into a practical application. During those times, she worked at odd and long hours usually straight from getting out of bed without changing into her day clothes. This would not really be a problem for her as anything she wore looked good on her 5′4″, 108 pound frame. While she did not dress provocatively unnecessarily, she knew that she was attractive and would make small body gestures to men so she could watch the lustful confirmation of her beauty in their eyes. This was her game and she was a professional. Gary knew this as he had been a victim of her game many times. During those times, he wondered how long he could take the frustration. He knew now that the time has come to change the rules so that he could win.

It was Thursday and Laura had finished a programming job the day before. She would normally wait until Monday of the next week before she would undertake the next job. Gary knew that this would be the weekend, his weekend of pleasure. She had left her house to head to the grocery store. Her cabinets were almost empty since her last computer job had taken over two weeks to complete and she had needed all of her waking hours to meet her deadline, so she ignored her shopping lists during those times. When she left the grocery store, she would probably stop at the dry cleaners to drop off her clothes and then back home long enough to put her food away. Then, Gary anticipated, that Laura would go to the park for a late morning walk. She didn’t need to walk for the fitness as she was well formed, she just enjoyed the fresh air and the company of the animals. She had no idea that a different kind of animal was lurking.

If she went to the park, Gary would finally put his fantasy into motion. He felt his penis begin to swell again at the thought of his plan being put into action. He went into his bedroom and laid down to continue his mental walk through of his plan. The thought of Laura being his victim started to overpower him as he found his hand unconsciously drop to his groin to fondle his penis. By this time, it had become quite large and straight. He began to stroke it as he continued thinking about Laura. He pictured her tanned face framed by her blonde hair. His minds eye dropped to her luscious body. She emanated sensuality. Having her would truly be the ultimate conquest. He imagined the many ways that he would carry out his lustful scheme. What would she think as he took her blindfold off? Would she be pleased to join his game? Would she become enraged and further complicate his game? His mind returned to reality to the feeling of his balls bouncing against his thighs in rhythm to the pounding on his dick. For a moment he imagined that it was Laura’s fingers wrapped around his tool. Gary recoiled in orgasm and as cum squirted onto his chest, he realized that Laura was the only woman that would make his game worth playing. If the thought of her could have this type of effect on him, could he imagine the amount of pleasure he would have when he actually had her? He caught his breath and cleaned up because he knew that he had little time to spare.

As predicted, Laura had gone for her after work walk in the park. Wearing faded blue jeans and an old T-shirt, she felt comfortable sitting on the benches to watch the squirrels hunt for nuts. She imagined that she had hidden the acorns from the squirrels in the same manner that she had hidden herself and her prizes from the men that she had “flirted” with. Little did she know that men, as squirrels, feed from her little game and she was about to receive recompense. She moved on from the bench and walked towards the far end of the park to a point where she normally turned back to return to her home. She was never aware of the dangers that could befall a person on this end of the park because she was normally there during broad daylight. As usual though, this section of the park was mostly deserted as she made her way to her turn around point.

She felt safe enough as she made her turn and began to head back home. She didn’t hear the rustling in the bush nor the footsteps behind her until it was too late. Gary had taken his first step towards satisfaction and Laura was the medicine. She felt his arm around her abdomen and his other hand cover her mouth. Her mind reeled as she breathed in some type of foul smelling odor, but she was not worried, she was falling asleep. Gary supported her relaxing body in his arms as he drug her back into the bush that was his lair. Once behind the bush, he blindfolded her eyes and taped her mouth shut as he was uncertain of the amount of chloroform to use to keep her asleep for a couple of hours.

Gary waited in the bushes for at least two hours waiting for dusk to fall. As he waited, he began to inspect his prize. He lifted her T-shirt to expose her bra. A nice lacy style that pushed up on her breasts making them even more appealing. Not that she needed the assistance from the bra as her 38D breasts were ample enough to cause a man to burn with torture galleries
desire. The bra, though, appeared difficult to remove. He pulled her shirt back down as he unbuttoned her jeans. He paused for a moment to feel his bulging crotch. He slid her jeans down to mid thigh and found her wearing cotton panties in a French cut style. Her reached between her legs and rubbed her pubic mound as he rubbed his engorged penis inside of his jeans, the two sexual organs seeming to connect somehow. “This is going to be fun” he whispered to himself. He felt proud of his catch and feeling satisfied, snapped her jeans back lifted her and carried her to his parked van.

The drive to Gary’s house was a short one as he had planned his return route well, knowing which roads would be less traveled. Upon arriving at his house, he parked his van in his garage and carried the still unconscious Laura over the threshold of his back door. Maneuvering his way through the kitchen and down the hall, he gently laid her still limp body onto his bed. He went to the back door to ensure that he had locked the door and then returned to the bedroom turning off lights as he went. The bedroom was dimly lit with only the faint streetlight glowing through the curtains and around the edges of the shades. His fun was only beginning.

After thirty minutes, Laura began to rouse from her deep sleep and she immediately became aware of the dull pain in her head but she couldn’t recall where it came from. She opened her blue eyes only to realize that she could not see. It was not because it was dark, she was still blindfolded. She attempted to move her arms to remove this thing that was covering her eyes but felt stiffness in her arms and legs. The remnants of the sleep inducing drug was still affecting her movements so she tried again to move her limbs but to no avail. At that moment she realized that she was bound to something by her wrists and ankles, but to what she did not know. Her first instinct was to scream, which she tried to do but was muffled by another cloth over her mouth. She tried vainly to free herself from her constraints but found that she was unsuccessful.

She shivered and goose bumps ran the full length of her body. She was cold. She felt a draft on her stomach and wondered why would she be cold there. In a moment of fright, she realized that she was totally nude. What had happened to her clothes? More importantly, who had removed them and why? She lay motionless in her dark and cold world as if some movement would alert her attacker to her rousing.

Gary was aware that she was awakening. He had been sitting in his chair watching her every move. He almost wished that she would remain asleep as he was admiring her beautifully rounded breasts moving slowly in rhythm with her breathing. His stare moved from her breasts down her abdomen to her pubic mound. He remembered feeling her through her panties when he first put her into her deep sleep. He also remembered feeling the warmth of her body through her bra and panties. He closed his eyes as he could almost see her nipples erect again as they responded to his masculine hand when her fondled her breasts. Again, he felt a bulging in his pants and began to anger at the thought of one woman having this much sexual control over him, but he knew that he was about to remedy the situation.

Laura was startled when she heard the sound of something or someone moving. She had heard the creaking of the chair as Gary stood up. He spoke to her in a low muffled voice, “I’m not going to hurt you. I know you’re scared, but try to remain as calm as you can. I promise I’m not going to hurt you”.

Laura seemed to settle a bit as she heard a voice that sounded familiar but could not place a name or face with. She reasoned in her mind that if this man wanted her dead, she would be dead, so she lay still. She occasionally let out a little whimper but tried to comply with his requests in order to not anger him. Gary moved closer to the bed and Laura felt the bed move slightly as he approached the edge. She shivered again but could not discern if it was from the cold or the excitement of being helplessly naked before an unknown man.

Laura heard her captor move back a few steps and heard some movements of cloth but could not tell what or where the sound was coming from. She did not know that Gary had began to remove his clothes. She was unsure until the sound of his zipper going down registered in her mind. Oddly, she felt a twinge of excitement in her pussy and slightly squirmed on the bed in response to her sensations. Gary noticed her movements and thought she was again testing her bindings. He understood her movements when he smelled the fragrance of her womanhood rising from within her. Without her knowing, he glanced at her labia and saw beads of fluid beginning to form.

“She is beginning to enjoy this” he thought in amazement as he finished taking the remainder of his clothes off.

She did not know that her captor was now naked and triumphantly standing over her while she lay helplessly exposed. He reached down to remove the cloth in her mouth stifling her voice and then brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. At first she jerked but began to remain still. After becoming accustomed to being stroked, she began to move her cheek towards his hand in anticipation of the next touch. He touched her cheek again and instead of lifting his hand, he continued to slide it farther down her neck and down the side of her hip. She began to slightly shudder in response. He repeated this motion and she seemed to want him to continue. He touched her again but when he reached her hip, he moved his hand back up her body until he brushed the nipple of her right breast. Laura slightly gasped as her nipple immediately stood erect. He repeated this motion again but he turned his palm inward and grasped her breast when he reached it. He gave her a gentle squeeze and tenderly pinched her erect nipple. Again Laura gasped and shifted her body slightly on the bed. The odor from her pussy was becoming more evident and Laura seemed to have noticed the smell as she deeply inhaled.

Gary withdrew himself from the bed by a few feet and felt of his own erect cock. His nine inches stood tall and proud as if saluting him for his achievement of capturing this beauty. He stroked his cock a few times as if petting it. Laura heard him moan and could tell his breathing begin to get faster.

“What are you doing?” she asked to the room.

“I’m stroking my dick” he replied, not knowing how she would respond to his crudeness.

“If I had a free hand, I would stroke it for you”, she stated.

“You’ll get your chance”, Gary assured her and returned to his station beside the bed.

Laura did not seem to mind when she felt the weight of Gary on the bed beside her. She tried to move slightly but found she had